161 087. Ruppel Olfolse -5 Part One
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Aslan’s nobles, manservants, and maids were fleeing from the royal palace. Even the empire’s Paladins stationed inside had evacuated in haste as well.
The members of the Order of the Crimson Cross stared at the palace while restricting the Third Imperial Prince.
Oscal Baldur and White Olfolse had to temporarily stop their Vampire hunt, their expressions gradually hardening.
All of them stood on the spot and stared at the apocalyptic sight of a portion of Aslan’s royal palace collapsing, then a skeleton king’s massive figure making its appearance among the falling debris.
“What on earth is that now?!”
White was in the middle of yanking a Vampire’s head off from its torso when this happened. His jaw dropped to the floor as astonishment filled up his mind.
On the other hand, Oscal was making a somewhat indifferent expression. “…The undead king, is it?”
Hans looked up at the distant skeleton king, and then looked back at White. He now knew the latter was indeed the empire’s Crown Imperial Prince, so he replied more politely than before with a flustered voice, “You didn’t know, sir? He hunted the black dragon down with that undead. You know… that dragon you fought against…”
“…Wait what? He hunted that dragon down?” White the Crown Prince became astonished once more. No one had bothered to tell him about this.
“I should ask his highness for permission to analyse that creature properly later,” said Hans while putting on the pair of goggles that analysed magical tools.
As a man who researched the truth of the world itself, the existence of the holy undead proved to be just too intriguing to ignore. Finding more about them was one of the reasons why he was planning to take a trip to the Theocratic Empire’s imperial palace later on.
While he was staring at the skeleton king and observing it, he detected a strange little flow of energy from nearby.
He turned his gaze at this surprisingly intricate, detailed, and even complicated flow.
Wasn’t this… magical flow associated with a warp spell?
Hans’s puzzled gaze eventually landed on the entrance of an alleyway quite some distance away. And that’s when he spotted a group of men in black robes gathered around there.
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They were also frozen stiff in their spots after witnessing the advent of the skeleton king.
No, wait – that being wasn’t one of the sealed creatures.
That thing was… an undead. Not just any, but an existence possessing ‘divinity’!
Timong the Alchemist’s jaw dropped to the floor. “Incredible! But… this doesn’t make any sense. No! Such a thing shouldn’t even be possible! A perfect harmony of Necromancy and divine-type magic?!”
He urgently shook his head from side to side, hoping to reject reality before his eyes.
But then, a certain chain of thoughts abruptly popped up in his head.
‘Hold on!’
Chaotic confusion quickly made a mess of Count Timong’s mind. His pool of knowledge swirled madly and all sorts of terms fleeted in and out of his consciousness.
An extraordinary phenomenon. A contradiction. Harmony of demonic energy and divinity. Gods, the titan races, different dimensions…
‘I think I know why the Imperial Family is so dang obsessed with hunting down Vampires.’
One’s faith? Religious doctrine? Because those things preyed on innocent people? In order to protect the empire’s subjects?
Nope, none of the above.
Right, they were all excuses as far as I could tell.
There would be no better creatures than Vampires to ‘upgrade’ yourself as quickly as possible. Because they existed in this world, the Imperial Family got to experience the scope of their own powers.
Vampires required hundreds of years to become powerful, but the members of the Imperial Family could catch up to them in the matter of a decade or two.
This group of religious quacks were obsessed with power. No, hang on. I should correct myself and say that the Imperial Family had become blinded by this powerful sense of accomplishment born out of getting ‘stronger’.
‘I ain’t gonna end up as one of them, I hope?’
3
I tried so hard to deny the worrisome possibility in my mind as I locked my gaze on Second Imperial Prince Ruppel.
Wow, that dude really looks like a terrified little kid, doesn’t he?
His unstable body was breaking apart at a visible rate, the holy water lake overflowing like a biblical flood easily melting him down.
He did look pretty pitiful, this older brother of mine. He was thrashing about in anguish and pain.
That’s why…
“It’s time for you to rest for all eternity, older brother.”
…I should send him ‘gently’ away.
1
Aslan’s nobles, manservants, and maids were fleeing from the royal palace. Even the empire’s Paladins stationed inside had evacuated in haste as well.
The members of the Order of the Crimson Cross stared at the palace while restricting the Third Imperial Prince.
Oscal Baldur and White Olfolse had to temporarily stop their Vampire hunt, their expressions gradually hardening.
All of them stood on the spot and stared at the apocalyptic sight of a portion of Aslan’s royal palace collapsing, then a skeleton king’s massive figure making its appearance among the falling debris.
“What on earth is that now?!”
White was in the middle of yanking a Vampire’s head off from its torso when this happened. His jaw dropped to the floor as astonishment filled up his mind.
On the other hand, Oscal was making a somewhat indifferent expression. “…The undead king, is it?”
Hans looked up at the distant skeleton king, and then looked back at White. He now knew the latter was indeed the empire’s Crown Imperial Prince, so he replied more politely than before with a flustered voice, “You didn’t know, sir? He hunted the black dragon down with that undead. You know… that dragon you fought against…”
“…Wait what? He hunted that dragon down?” White the Crown Prince became astonished once more. No one had bothered to tell him about this.
“I should ask his highness for permission to analyse that creature properly later,” said Hans while putting on the pair of goggles that analysed magical tools.
As a man who researched the truth of the world itself, the existence of the holy undead proved to be just too intriguing to ignore. Finding more about them was one of the reasons why he was planning to take a trip to the Theocratic Empire’s imperial palace later on.
While he was staring at the skeleton king and observing it, he detected a strange little flow of energy from nearby.
He turned his gaze at this surprisingly intricate, detailed, and even complicated flow.
Wasn’t this… magical flow associated with a warp spell?
Hans’s puzzled gaze eventually landed on the entrance of an alleyway quite some distance away. And that’s when he spotted a group of men in black robes gathered around there.
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They were also frozen stiff in their spots after witnessing the advent of the skeleton king.
No, wait – that being wasn’t one of the sealed creatures.
That thing was… an undead. Not just any, but an existence possessing ‘divinity’!
Timong the Alchemist’s jaw dropped to the floor. “Incredible! But… this doesn’t make any sense. No! Such a thing shouldn’t even be possible! A perfect harmony of Necromancy and divine-type magic?!”
He urgently shook his head from side to side, hoping to reject reality before his eyes.
But then, a certain chain of thoughts abruptly popped up in his head.
‘Hold on!’
Chaotic confusion quickly made a mess of Count Timong’s mind. His pool of knowledge swirled madly and all sorts of terms fleeted in and out of his consciousness.
An extraordinary phenomenon. A contradiction. Harmony of demonic energy and divinity. Gods, the titan races, different dimensions…
‘I think I know why the Imperial Family is so dang obsessed with hunting down Vampires.’
One’s faith? Religious doctrine? Because those things preyed on innocent people? In order to protect the empire’s subjects?
Nope, none of the above.
Right, they were all excuses as far as I could tell.
There would be no better creatures than Vampires to ‘upgrade’ yourself as quickly as possible. Because they existed in this world, the Imperial Family got to experience the scope of their own powers.
Vampires required hundreds of years to become powerful, but the members of the Imperial Family could catch up to them in the matter of a decade or two.
This group of religious quacks were obsessed with power. No, hang on. I should correct myself and say that the Imperial Family had become blinded by this powerful sense of accomplishment born out of getting ‘stronger’.
‘I ain’t gonna end up as one of them, I hope?’
3
I tried so hard to deny the worrisome possibility in my mind as I locked my gaze on Second Imperial Prince Ruppel.
Wow, that dude really looks like a terrified little kid, doesn’t he?
His unstable body was breaking apart at a visible rate, the holy water lake overflowing like a biblical flood easily melting him down.
He did look pretty pitiful, this older brother of mine. He was thrashing about in anguish and pain.
That’s why…
“It’s time for you to rest for all eternity, older brother.”
…I should send him ‘gently’ away.
1
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