Chapter 351 – The Descent of the Goddess (2)
─Tap, pop.
In a small room dripping with blood, Ivan Ritter von Diavolo was reading an old document.
The red-haired knight read the typeface written in the era of ancient civilization with a heart-pounding face like a boy reading a heroic story, and made an impression as if he noticed the commotion outside.
〈… I don’t know who it is, but it’s still moving.”
Diavolo was already aware of the movements of someone trying to corner him.
Not knowing who the other person is isn’t really a problem.
Dark fighting (暗鬪) started with narrowing down his opponent’s candidates, and Diavolo was very familiar with that task.
However, prior to carrying out this task, he thoroughly investigated the opponents who would interfere with the plan.
And none of the candidates Diavolo could think of had the ability to move things so quickly and so boldly—sometimes even on the verge of breaking the law.
In other words, the iron man’s shadow that shimmered behind him was the one who had flowed in from the outside.
Diavolo stood up, carefully bookmarking a book he had read dozens of times over.
In the narrow room he was in, there was a person wandering between life and death between humans and corpses.
〈… Porridge… Open it…〉
“No, my lord.”
Even when the one who had served as his lord until a few months ago cried out in a pitiful voice, wishing for his death, Diavolo’s expression was only half as faint as when he was reading a book.
“Discrimination is deep-rooted. But why don’t you think that when you discriminate against someone, you will be retaliated against by that person?
─Quack! He grabbed the lord’s white hair as if he were bored.
〈As Romania arranges a new magic system with rune magic, and spreads that knowledge around the world through the wizard guild… An Ulsterian like me had to suffer the deep-seated hatred of Romania. This is the revenge.”
Diavolo’s expression was calm, as if the weight of his words was a lie.
The lord of Lenapolis also did not react much to the story he had heard several times.
〈── Is the superficial reason for my failure. Well, unlike the times when I joked about it, now is the time to take failure seriously.”
Diavolo let out a desperate sigh.
The plan’s minimum conditions have been met, but this is a failure. Ivan Ritter von Diavolo could not remain in the position of a victim.
In other words, it meant that it would be difficult for Diavolo to raise funds from now on.
Although it was possible to force a half-collapsed plan to proceed, it was unavoidable to be regarded as the ringleader.
But someone pushing him must have been as determined and wise as Diavolo.
If he were to try again against Diavolo, who had knocked him out of his stance this much, he would be preparing a merciless blow to finish him off.
Complete failure and half success, if you put them on a scale, it’s obvious which one to choose.
‘I can’t do it.’
Diavolo tossed the book into the air, avoiding the lord and the magic circle engraved on the place where he hung.
As distortions like shadows in the air swallowed up the ancient documents, the books that Romanian emperors had been searching for for hundreds of years disappeared into the darkness again.
The lord of Lenapolis looked behind him and twisted his body hanging from the ceiling.
〈Ah, uh…〉
‘If you don’t rush like that, it won’t be long. Since four of the blood relatives of the founder of the Senate have gathered, the lord, please occupy one of the seats as well.〉
After speaking nonchalantly to the gray-haired lord, Diavolo filled his wine glass with a potion bottle.
The thoroughness of the plan has collapsed, but if it is ‘they’, they will gather at the center on their own as soon as the plan is activated. Those who are bound by responsibility often act like that.
─Chuck.
Diavolo poured the elixir from his goblet onto the floor.
Despite the fact that the color of failure deepened as the situation reached its peak, he smiled crookedly as he imagined the future chaos.
The scruff of Diavolo’s neck as he drank the high-quality elixir was full of scars as if he had been eaten by insects.
***
Returning to the mansion, I changed my clothes and looked at the elixir placed on the table.
Almost everything stolen from the auction house was thrown into the manor house, with a few exceptions.
‘Because I can’t give my elixir to that bastard.’
Of course, the items to be returned to the mansion had to be carefully selected. If you return the elixir or the greatsword, Diavolo, who noticed the GPS signal, will be happy with the free elixir.
If someone steals it, my free money will be lost? That’s an ancillary reason.
Of course, using this as an excuse, I, the original owner of the Elixir, said, ‘M! Are you a child of the thief?”
So, if possible, I wanted to show Diavolo his obsession with the Elixir so that he would think, ‘I must have used it as soon as I stole it’, but I couldn’t help it now that things had turned this way.
‘According to the original plan, it would have rolled in our favor.’
Me who clicks my tongue while wearing a mask.
From the point of view of the aristocrats whose goods were stolen, it is natural to wonder, ‘What the hell is in the mansion, why are they risking billions of dollars in damage and fooling the troops?’
But right there! And some of the stolen goods are discovered in Diavolo’s mansion?
─This bastard has staged a self-made play!
—Those phantom thieves are your nemesis too?!
—For some reason, money was used like water to attract an auction to Lenapolis!
No wonder you think so!
‘That bastard’s eagerness to buy the elixir will be seen by all the guests on the fourth day with their own eyes. Everyone who goes to investigate the lord will notice that the mansion is heavily guarded.’
The desire to buy the elixir.
A sense of vigilance inside the strangely tall mansion.
And even stolen items found in the mansion!
The three evidences and physical evidence will surely arouse the anger of the nobles, and no matter how things go, the mansion’s security will inevitably be lowered.
After that, it’s a breeze.
As long as Veronica can get in touch with Tyrsi, escape is a lie and a piece of cake. You Romanian hillbilly. Do you know what space travel is?
Our strategy was roughly like that.
‘Can’t I help it even if I regret the past?’
Should I think that I was able to take a hit because I read the opponent’s strategy?
However, if I hadn’t figured out the identity of the greatsword with the cheat eye of Odin’s eye, it would have been us who would have been screwed.
Diavolo, that bastard’s tactics and skills are so good that you can’t dismiss it as a joke.
Anyway, after preparing to disguise myself as Yesugei, I escaped unnoticed by the people in the mansion and came out early in the morning to meet the escort of Primor.
Let’s go to the pre-scheduled place, even though it was 10 minutes before the appointment time, she was already waiting for me.
She seemed to have waited for quite some time, but even when the trail was open, it remained on the dirt floor where the enemy was sitting.
Even if he was modest, he shook her hand as if telling her not to tremble.
〈… Came out? Did the lord give permission?〉
‘We’re coming out, but how will Ji stop it? According to you, Diavolo is quite a madman, but you can’t spend a tangjatanang next to him.〉
Yeo-do shrugged her shoulders and said as if he noticed my concerns.
I nodded my head at her explanation.
It was a little unexpected to neglect Primor’s actions, but it wasn’t surprising.
According to the information that Catherine has been investigating, Primor is because Arma Whatsigi was a person who had nothing to do with blood.
—Are you the father of that Primor Armalth? He is a powerful new aristocrat.
If it was a new noble, there was a 0% chance of having contact with the first Senate family.
‘Right now, only the history of the family differs by more than hundreds of years.’
When the first Senate family founded the Senate, Primor’s ancestors might have been plowing a field somewhere.
The authenticity of the information was beyond question. It seemed that the nobles, who had been heated up by the theft of the auction items, had softened their mouths.
‘Of course, perhaps one of her ancestors was from the Arma Whatsigi family.’
But it’s not a DNA test, and I think the possibility of meeting the conditions with grandchildren’s grandchildren is slim.
It’s not some fucking atavism. Mendel will weep in hell.
‘Aren’t those guys unaware that we are suspicious of them? Even if the mistress looked upset, she would go to great lengths and even give her potions?〉
That’s right. I roughly nodded.
Diavolo probably didn’t want useless confusion like the death of Primor ahead of his own goals, but he didn’t know.
‘By the way, Primor also has a problem with her health.’
Gyu-jung’s daughter cut off her finger and went through a great adventure. That should be enough reason for you to feel bad.
<... If you seem unwell, how about seeing the priest?”
A female thief who mumbles and says something.
I heard it well in my ears, but it felt like talking to myself, and it was not something to be a problem, so I passed it on.
It’s a different world where it’s easy to heal wounds if you have money, but there are misuses of potions, and it was difficult to heal all wounds with an all-rounder. I wonder if it goes back to ancient civilizations.
As I thought so, I noticed the female thief staring at my face—under the mask.
“What did you put on my face?”
〈… No. If you wear a mask like that, I wonder if the burns won’t hurt.〉
Burn? What are you talking about all of a sudden?
‘Oh.’
As I tried to twist my head, I remembered that I used transformation magic to make burn scars to hide my face.
Copying someone else’s face with transformation magic was difficult for me, so I did that as a last resort.
Thinking it wouldn’t be a big problem, I shook my head.
Was it successful in locating Tyrsi? While trying not to expect it, it was evident that she stiffened her body a little.
〈… Right.〉
I let out a short breath not to be disappointed. The female thief quickly added an additional explanation.
Cold?
Even though I was wearing a mask, I wonder if I could feel my face frowning because of the atmosphere. The female thief lowered her voice.
“To die?”
Of course, that word comes to mind.
But, no matter how you look at it, Tyrsi is not a person who seems to live in an ice palace. What the hell does it mean when the annex is full of cold air?
As I looked up at the sky to clear my thoughts, I opened my mouth and my head went blank.
〈… You mean like that?〉
The female thieves followed the direction I pointed with their eyes and made the same expression as if they were reflected in a mirror.
A huge tree of white light stretched across the sky over Lenapolis.
