Chapter 470: The Fallen Ash and the Sorcerer

Smoke continued to rise from the territory of the Bolvat Dynasty for a while.

It was proof that the village had been burned to the ground. A sign of submission to the devilish demons.

The elderly and children, unable to fight or flee, were the first to die. The women who escaped alive were abducted and killed by the ferocious soldiers, and finally the men who had fought also died.

This was the result of war, a way to have some sort of salvation. There was a purpose in this act. For the sake of a new era that awaited beyond death. Compared to this, it could be said that death was still meaningful.

「No, no please, hyahhhhh…! 」

The sorcerer’s army burned the village it had targeted. It wasn’t a war, it was just a massacre, and there was no meaningful resistance. There was no way that the unarmed and untrained villagers could stand against a group of sorcerers and demon soldiers.

The screams of women and the sound of someone’s skull being crushed echoed. The corpses were then burned, and the black dust scattered on the death snow.

This happened many times. Green smoke covered Bolvat’s territory, flaunting its presence. Crows flew through the air as if to avoid it.

The smoke was a pledge of loyalty to the demonic nature. It belonged to a voice that burned its fellow humans to death and declared that it was on their side. Sorcerers who couldn’t comply with this were executed as traitors.

It was no longer possible to tell what was true and what was false. The nation was rapidly changing shape. More distorted and more demonic.

The magical devilish being named Rabel spoke as she watched the pillar of smoke rising into the sky. Her face was still as emotionless as ever.

「Junelva. Why do you value such a person? If you’re going to use someone, then you should use someone with talent…that person has no talent. Answer me now. 」

Rabel sat on the sofa, looking like a crafted doll. A large room, which was lavishly decorated, was prepared for her in the palace of Bolvat.

The magical devilish being Junelva closed his beak lightly in response to Rabel’s question, then opened it as if he had finally come to an understanding.

「Guhaha, ah, well…I thought it would be better to have someone useful even though that guy is not a subordinate. 」

Junelva blinked his beak as he placed the expensive magical flower he had brought for Rabel in the room. Rabel’s eyes looked cold, and she didn’t seem to be very moved.

「Besides, he has a talent of his own. He can casually kill his own kind just to please us. It’s rare for demons to do that, you know. There are plenty of demonic beasts that surrender and kill themselves to atone their sins, but how many of them are willing to sink their fangs into the necks of their comrades in order to survive. 」

Rabel’s eyes widened in confusion as she heard the words coming from Junelva’s beak. She didn’t quite understand what Junelva was saying.

That human said that he sympathized with Junelva’s ideas. Wasn’t that why he went around killing humans?

When asked, Junelva laughed in a funny way. It wasn’t a smile meant to mock Rabel. It was rather a gentle one. Rabel was surely the only person who had ever seen Junelva look like this.

Junelva didn’t think for a second that the man sympathized with his ideas.

That man just wanted to survive. One could even call it drunkenness. Junelva had given the man status and authority to the point that he had created burnt corpses. That should’ve been enough to ensure his safety, but the man continued to create more burnt corpses.

No, he wasn’t the only one to seek salvation. If going side by side with demons would ensure their survival, then anyone would be willing to kill others for their sake. They would repeat the process over and over again.

Then, Junelva stroked his beak. Humans never changed. They were so weak and petty. They were willing to sell off their family members with ease in order to save their souls.

After all, Junelva heard that even Altia was killed by her comrade in the end. How foolish.

Humans were imperfect creatures after all. It was nothing but a miracle that such beings were able to rule the continent for even a short time. Only Altia’s miracle kept them alive.

…But miracles didn’t last long, that was why they were called miracles.

Junelva said with a cunning smile.

「Rabel, how’s your Heart Core? It’s no good if our King stays asleep forever. We don’t even know when Zebrililith will wake up again. 」

Their King was on Mount Bephimus, overlooking the capital of the Bolvat Dynasty, waking once every few days and then sleeping again.

Like the Bastion Beast Zebrililith, the Great Demon Vrilligant had destroyed several cities, but now it was simply resting its massive body, refusing to even stretch a single wing.

The reason was already known. Vrilligant’s heart was long ago stolen by Altia. Since its core, which stored and generated tremendous magical power, had been taken away, Vrilligant could only move for a short time.

Well, if that weren’t the case, there would’ve been no need to go to the trouble of seizing a country like this.

It would be easy to simply blow away human settlements, as if sweeping them away with a broom. Junelva knew that their King had that much power.

Compared to Rabel or Junelva, the difference in power was such that they were completely separate beings.

It was frustrating for Junelva to have to stand still in a place like this without doing anything. On the other hand, Rabel spoke in a very calm manner.

「Rest assured. The black-haired sorceress is more than worthy of being the Heart Core. It will take some time…but it will work. 」

Junelva nodded at Rabel’s words.

If Rabel said she could do it, then she could really do it. She couldn’t lie. She only told the truth. That’s why Junelva believed in Rabel and treasured her. The only person he could trust was Rabel.

「Besides…」

Junelva opened his eyes wide when she continued, because he realized that Rabel was using her Original Text.

The Gear Rabel. She could easily disrupt the gears of other people’s destinies. Rabel spoke with a rare faint smile on her cheeks.

「There’s one more person who fits the criteria. That one was more demonic, though. He’ll come here eventually. So rest assured. 」

—

Kiel Bazarov was from a family of sorcerers, but he was by no means blessed with talent.

His family itself was not a prestigious one, and to be precise, he was simply someone who could use magic, rather than being a sorcerer. Unlike the sorcerers of prestigious families, he was completely unable to use magic freely.

In the Bolvat Dynasty, magical talent determined a person’s status and their value.

Those who weren’t sorcerers weren’t even looked upon with respect. But sorcerers without talent were in some ways even more miserable.

They had an inflated sense of pride in being sorcerers yet were looked down upon by other sorcerers who were far superior.

Sorcerers of prestigious families who infused madness into their blood, reshaped the very structure of their bodies, and strived to master the essence of magic. La Volgograd, Ray Rakiador, Luza Kalinomias. The Three Great Families were the core of the Bolvat Dynasty.

Other sorcerers knew that this difference couldn’t be overcome. Non-sorcerers led ordinary lives without making any significant contributions. Some even became homeless.

Such people weren’t even within sight of sorcerers of noble families. Kiel remembered well the many times he was subjected to looks that seemed to scorn his very existence.

Which was why Kiel was filled with ecstasy right now. He was sitting at a seat at the round table, where only high-ranking sorcerers were allowed to sit. And the woman spitting blood in front of him was the one who had once sat in his seat.

「…You traitor! 」

「I’d like for you to say I’m clever. You can’t beat a magical devilish being anyway, right? So it’s smarter to bow your head instead. 」

Kiel grabbed the woman by the hair and looked at the parchment she was holding. He was most interested in the name engraved on it, instead of being interested in its contents. Kiel’s face twisted when he saw that name.

Written on it was the name of the Sorcerer General Mastigius La Volgograd. Kiel slammed the woman to the floor and creased the parchment in his hands.

Previous | Next

😉

—————–

Support us on Patreon and get access to early chapters