Back in the slums, the moment before the explosion at Cripple Inn.
Kieran put down the cake in his hand.
He didn't care about the disdainful gazes around him, he put his finger into his mouth and licked it clean.
For Kieran, it was the least wasteful way to eat.
As for hygiene?
It was a little unhygienic for normal people.
For him?
It really wasn't a big deal.
With his current stomach, he could digest most living things.
It was just a matter of whether he wanted to eat or not.
Kurt Horton also wanted to imitate Kieran, but when he saw his father, he wisely picked up a handkerchief.
"Let's go for a walk in the garden?"
Kurt Horton asked while wiping his hands.
"Sure."
Kieran nodded.
The food was finished and he didn't want to face the strange gazes of strangers.
Staying away from them was a good choice.
Marquis Horton's garden was similar to his mansion, it was more exquisite than luxurious.
Evergreen trees were the main plants in the garden.
"There will be a lot of flowers in the garden during summer.
But I don't know a lot of them.
Most of them are taken care of by the butler. "
Kurt Horton was being honest.
He didn't think there was anything to hide.
Everyone in the upper circle of Aïtantin Castle knew he was good at swordsmanship, shooting, and military affairs. As for the others?
Sorry.
He wasn't an all-rounder.
Until now, he still hadn't figured out the difference between hyacinths and snakegrass.
"Leave the professional stuff to the professionals."
Kieran stated his point of view.
His words made the young heir to the marquis clap his hands together.
"As expected of my good friend."
Kurt Horton smiled and pointed at a corner of the garden.
There was a gazebo there.
It was no doubt a nice place in the middle of summer.
It was cool and comfortable.
But in the middle of winter?
The gazebo wasn't bad either.
There was a heater and a wall in the opposite corner that was sheltered from the wind. It was enough for people to stop and rest for a while.
Obviously, the craftsmen who built the garden had already thought of everything. Moreover, they knew who would be using the garden, so they were very creative with the design of the heater.
As soon as Kieran approached the pavilion, he felt the heat.
After walking in, he felt a warm sensation from the bottom of his feet.
"Heater?"
Kieran asked.
"Yes."
"It's the earliest model, probably built towards the end of Aïtantin IV."
"But even now, it's not outdated."
Wharton nodded and gestured for Kieran to take a seat.
After both parties sat down, Little Wharton pondered for a moment.
"Corin, I'm sorry."
"There were some things that I hid from you before."
"Friends shouldn't hide things from each other, so I decided to tell …"
Boom!
The young heir's words were interrupted by an explosion from afar.
When he looked in that direction in shock, Kieran had already disappeared from his seat.
"I'm sorry."
"There's something I need to do. I need to leave for a bit."
Kieran's voice came from afar.
"O-Okay."
The young heir nodded and looked in the direction where Kieran's voice came from blankly.
He didn't notice how long Kieran had left.
If Kieran didn't say anything, he wouldn't even know where Kieran went.
"Is the gap that big?"
The young heir to the marquis muttered to himself.
Then, there was a sigh.
It took him a while to muster the courage to tell his friend his secret.
However, an accident happened.
'Next time.'
'Next time …'
'I'm afraid I can't say it, can I?'
The young heir to the marquis smiled bitterly but when he heard the footsteps of the servant, he quickly kept his emotions in check and when the servant came to his face, he asked straightforwardly.
"What happened in the explosion just now?"
"It's the slums …"
The servant explained.
"What?
Pagans? "
"Gather the men, I want …"
"Wait!"
The young heir was interrupted by the old marquis.
The old marquis, who somehow walked into the garden, waved his hand at the servant and the servant left the garden quietly.
"Father, what's the matter?"
"The slums of the Lower Seventh Ring are suffering …"
"I know."
The old marquis replied.
"You know?
If you know, why didn't you send the men? "
The young heir of the Marquis was stunned for a moment before he questioned his father.
"Kurt, I'm disappointed.
"Until now, you still haven't become a true heir."
You aren't even qualified to be a ruler.
You should be thinking about why I did it, not why I didn't do it. "
The old marquis said in a heavy tone, his face was filled with disappointment.
The young heir wasn't upset at his father's disappointment.
His voice unconsciously became excited.
"Another struggle?"
"Who is it this time?"
The old traditional nobles?
Or the new nobles that split from you, father?
"Or could it be that …"
Pak!
The old marquis' slap interrupted his son's excited words. He didn't give his son the chance to speak, he turned around and left.
At the same time, a figure walked out from the shadows.
"Young master Kurt.
Please follow me. "
The figure said.
The young successor remained silent as he followed the figure into his own courtyard.
He knew his father's arrangements.
To protect him.
To prevent him from doing anything bad.
A temporary house arrest was necessary.
As for how long it would take?
That would depend on how long the incident would last.
However, based on his father's reaction, the incident might last for a long time and … it would be extremely dangerous.
The worst thing was, his good friend was in there.
'I hope Corin is fine!'
Sitting on the chair in the study room, the young heir prayed in his heart.
It was the only thing he could do at the moment.
He was willing to do it.
Because he knew very well that this matter would only be resolved if his good friend was fine.
After all …
That was Snake school.
…
Three figures headed to the Lower Seventh Ring.
Their steps were neither fast nor slow.
They were even swaying a little.
One of them had a big head, like a dipper.
One had long arms, dragging the ground.
The other had slender legs that were at least two meters long.
The reason why they swayed was because the one with long arms was riding on the one with long legs, while the one with a big head was sitting on the one with long arms, swaying twice with each step.
"Demon Hunters are so troublesome.
Bad temper.
Hard bones.
No manners, won't bow to greet people, only following those bullsh * t rules.
After going through the Black Cataclysm, they didn't go extinct after so many years, it's a miracle.
But … "
"Now they are going to die!"
The three pagans who looked like humans spoke as they walked, not bothering to hide their intentions.
They already knew what happened in the slums.
A Demon Hunter who caused trouble.
A Demon Hunter who should be dead yet came to cause trouble … What a suicidal act!
"But I don't think we should do this."
The pagan with the longest legs and the smallest head said.
"Em.
We should lay low.
Reap the final fruits of victory. "
The one with long arms said.
"But we don't have a choice!
"Those damn bastards!"
We'll eat them sooner or later! "
The pagan with a big head said in a gloomy voice.
Speaking of eating …
The evil being, whose head was as big as a bucket, felt a little hungry.
It hadn't tasted fresh meat for a long time.
All it could do was survive on leftovers. If it wasn't for the so-called plan, it would have run away a long time ago.
There was a guy who couldn't hold back and ran away.
I wonder if he left Castle Aïtantin's territory?
I heard he was at the outpost leading to Sicar from Castle Aïtantin, but he lost his presence.
He must have gone into hiding after a good meal, right?
He might even want to come back and snatch more food.
Hmph!
How could he come back if he left?
This place was already divided into two groups.
That old guy was getting older, losing the courage he had back then, all he could do was bluff on the outside.
Thank god he acted so well.
He scared us for so long.
Now?
This is the moment we turn the tables.
From tonight onwards!
The pagan with a big head thought in his heart. Then …
Grumble!
A loud growl sounded from its stomach.
The pagan with a big head couldn't help but smile at the other two.
"What's wrong? Can't hold it in anymore?"
Because of the special reason when they were born, the three of them were almost one.
Except for the fact that they didn't have the same body.
Their minds were the same.
Many times, thoughts would affect each other.
Especially intense emotions.
Hunger, for example.
However, when the headless pagan lowered his head to look at his two 'brothers', he realized that they were looking up at him.
The pagan with a big head was stunned.
"Not you two?
Not you? "
The two pagans asked.
Three pairs of eyes, big and small, stared at each other.
They saw the astonishment in each other's eyes. Then, the astonishment became the last thing they saw in this world.
A shadow covered them.
Then, a sticky saliva bound them.
A powerful suction force came from the black hole.
Sou, Sou, Sou!
The three sounds came in unison.
The three pagans were swallowed into Gluttony's mouth.
Gluttony remembered his big brother's order to chew carefully and swallow slowly, so he chewed for a while before swallowing.
"T-Delicious!"
Gluttony gave a high rating to the three portions of food.
The texture was like eating a piece of pork rib with three crispy bones and a mixture of fat and lean.
The power of original sin that was filled with it was converted into the replenishment of the other four Origin Forces, making it the best seasoning.
Of course, some of the attributes were absorbed by [Lord of Mist].
[Lord of Mist], which was as dazzling as a crystal, changed again after swallowing three descending pagans.
Its rarity was still at III +.
Its attributes didn't change either.
However, the special effect [Aïtantin Border] didn't have the 'border' after effect.
It changed into …
[Aïtantin Castle: Within the borders of Castle Aïtantin, the title of Mist is acknowledged. With the Lord of Mist, you can move mist at will and infuse it with poison mist, freezing air, acid rain, and control plants and animals. (Unable to go beyond the range of the poison mist, freezing air, acid rain, and snow, control of plants and animals + 1) However, it will consume your stamina accordingly.]
…
The remarks also changed.
[Remark: An item that was accidentally born during the Black Cataclysm. Unlike your predecessor's crude usage, it has shown its true power in your hands. After a perfect hunt, you have full control over it, and after the perfect hunt, it has become your one and only. When you use it now, you can control it like your own arm. You can also sense the title it brings and after expanding your territory, it can't leave you anymore.]
…
"It's not just the border anymore.
"Did Eirinn's prayer and the hunting of the local pagans result in a bonus effect?"
Kieran thought quietly.
He now had some understanding of this strange world.
Pagans.
Gods.
Mortals.
They could be roughly divided into three categories.
The first two were high above the masses.
Mortals struggled bitterly and could become food for the first two at any moment.
The first two seemed to be able to swap identities.
At the same time, they were also limited by mortals.
Similar to the current situation, the Mist could only enter Aïtantin Castle with believers.
Based on the information that Kieran came across, the theory was correct.
However, based on the accurate theory, Kieran was even more confused about the God of War and Lady Calamity.
In his sight, the two of them were still facing each other.
It seemed like they didn't even care about Kieran's invasion.
Or perhaps …
Too busy to care?
With that in mind, Kieran squinted his eyes, went into deep thought for a while, and then sped up.
Along the way, the infected monsters were kicked out with a single kick.
They were like two pythons coming out of their lair, not only powerful, but they also brought a bloody storm with them.
Ssss!
Air currents that could tear the air apart wreaked havoc on the street, forming a series of snake hisses, as if thousands of snakes were hissing at the moon.
The monsters in the slum area stopped and turned to the end of the street.
The people who were praying also looked up in shock.
Under their watchful gazes, a figure quietly appeared.
A moment ago, the figure was still at the end of the street.
With a step forward, the figure was already in front of them.
When the figure appeared in front of them, the figure at the end of the street hadn't completely disappeared from their sight.
The illusion on their retinas made the monsters feel unusually uncomfortable.
What was even more uncomfortable was the presence of the figure.
They hated it immensely.
They hated it immensely.
They hated it immensely …
Fear!
Roars started to sound.
Then, it boiled.
The monsters charged at the figure again with overflowing killing intent.
However, it was different from before.
Before, they were after tasty meat.
Now, they wanted to devour the enemy.
Amidst the roar that shook the heavens, a faint voice rang out.
"Slash."
The voice wasn't loud.
It wasn't loud enough for everyone to hear.
Only Old Demon Hunter and Sivalka heard it.
The others didn't.
However, at the next moment, everyone widened their eyes.
As the man waved his arm, a hundred-meter-long lightsaber suddenly appeared in his originally empty hand.
The hundred-meter light sword was swung horizontally as the man swung his arm.
There was no delay.
There wasn't even the slightest obstruction.
Whether it was the monsters or the buildings, they were all sliced in half in an instant.
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