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Sharhan lied without blinking, carefully watching the marquis’s changing expression. “…” The marquis’s face twisted even more. The many relics supposedly hidden in the ruins must have been his final hope. He looked as if a treasure had been snatched from his hands. “Even if you kill me, I won’t tell you where the relics are hidden. You’ll never find them, Marquis. All that’s left to you are a shattered future and dying knights.” A knight who had collapsed nearby stirred and…- 264.3 K • Completed
- How much time had passed? Sharhan had apparently blacked out for a moment. “Ugh!” Sharhan groaned and opened his eyes, unconsciously clenching his teeth. His whole body felt as though it had been pummeled with a club. Dust filled the air, making his vision blurry. A high-pitched ringing shrieked in his ears, gradually fading. What finally brought Sharhan back to himself, squirming like he had been trampled by a massive beast, was a faint groan in the distance. “Le-Lestel?” The warmth…
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- “L-Lord Marquis!” A frantic voice cried out, calling to the marquis. In the years Sharhan had spent on battlefields, he had learned that even a single moment could decide life or death. So when the marquis flinched, he seized the opportunity. He tilted his head back, narrowly avoiding the marquis’s sword, then quickly stepped to the left, twisting his body. At the same time, he switched his grip and aimed his blade at the marquis’s shoulder. Whoosh! His full-force swing sliced through…
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- Indeed, the Marquis of Ailun, who had lived as a high-ranking noble for many years, exuded an overwhelming presence just by appearing. The very air around him seemed to grow colder. But Sharhan resisted the weight of that pressure. If he let fear stop him just because his enemy raised his voice, he would never be able to face his deceased parents. With a bitter smile tugging at his lips, Sharhan swung his sword at Harrel with even more force. Lestel, too, continued his attacks, unaffected by anything…
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- Seeing that, Sharhan’s anxiety surged. ‘Damn it, I didn’t think they’d catch up this fast.’ He’d expected them to chase after him, there was no way they’d give up the heirloom. But he hadn’t anticipated they’d move so quickly. He’d only intended to take a short break for the sake of the injured and exhausted, but that pause had now come back to bite them. Still, there was no time to regret it, and even if he could go back, he would’ve made the same choice. That’s how bad…
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- After a brief silence, Sharhan let out a dry laugh. His shoulders shook as he pointed his sword at Parel. “Did you come here to make jokes? Join forces with you? Have you forgotten what you did to us? If you’re here to propose I cut off your head, then I’m all ears.” “I’ve never feared death. But I can’t die before I kill the emperor. I chased him all the way from Luhas to the capital, and now to this place. I know why you hate me. But if I help you bring down Ailun and kill the emperor…
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- Lestel clicked his tongue in frustration and ran a hand through his hair. Since Harrel had seen Sharhan, he must have informed the marquis. That meant the marquis would inevitably try to seize the heirloom from Sharhan, by scouring Serman if he had to, in order to ensure both his survival now and his plans for the future. “For our own safety, we have to kill the marquis.” Thinking of the swarming corpses and the bloodshot eyes of the charging Harrel made the idea of returning to the castle…
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- While Sharhan was basking in the joy of reuniting with Iris, the sound of soft sobbing reached his ears. It was the nanny. Sharhan stifled a laugh as he watched her dab at her tears with the sleeve of her dress. “Come here too, Nanny. You’ve been through a lot looking after Iris, haven’t you?” “It was nothing. But, young master, why are you so thin?” As she came closer and gently stroked Sharhan’s cheek with a look of concern, he let out a dry chuckle. She looked even more gaunt than…
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- Harrel, as if he had expected it, dodged easily and drew his sword to counter. “Your opponent is me, Kaios!” The knight who had come with Harrel flinched, then pointed his sword at Sharhan as he turned to move toward Lestel. Sharhan tensed, facing the knight. From the corner of his eye, he saw Lestel struggling against Harrel. Harrel, the Marquis of Ailun’s closest aide, had once been Lestel’s sword instructor in his youth. Sharhan had also trained under him once or twice and knew just how…
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- Sharhan’s face twisted. The situation inside the keep had become pure chaos. The moving corpses reached out with cloudy, lifeless eyes, grabbing whoever was closest and sinking their teeth into them. Each time they lifted their heads, bloodied chunks of flesh dangled from their mouths. The dead did not discriminate. Survivors and soldiers alike were torn apart indiscriminately. “Aaah! Please, spare me!” “Shit, stop them! Stop them!” “Get away! Die, just die…
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