185 099. The Blackened Village -1 Part One

Ruppel pleaded with me.

The sole wish he had was not to keep his life, but to meet his mother as her son. He kept repeating that to me over and over again.

I could sense the desperation from both his voice and expression.

The first and quite likely the very last request made by my older brother while even resorting to bending his pride…

To such a request, I only had one thing to say.

“I refuse.”

Yup, I said no.

Ruppel flinched grandly and stared at me. “W-what?”

I glanced at him when he began muttering to himself as if he was in a trance.

“I shall give that to you. That’s right… I’ll give that to you!”

“…What are you even talking about, brother?”

Ruppel lifted his head and stared at me. “Allen. I know that you’ve been collecting all sorts of rare and valuable magic tools. Since you’re a Necromancer, you must’ve been seduced by the allure of an even greater power!”

Uhm, no. That isn’t even remotely true.

Let’s be clear about one thing here. All the relics in my possession just so happened to be already there when I showed up to a location, and they ‘somehow’ landed on my lap one way or the other.

It was unknown whether or not Ruppel knew what kind of thoughts were percolating in my head, but he continued on regardless. “The relic left behind the very first Holy Emperor, Ordin Olfolse. I shall tell you the whereabouts of that item!”

Ruppel sounded so earnest and desperate.

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“If you somehow help me meet my mother, then I shall tell you the coordinates and the name of the location. When you come to possess that relic, nothing in this world will be able to stop you.”

I glanced back at the prison and slowly shook my head.

Still, seeing him throw a tantrum like that, I figured that he had plenty of energy left in that emaciated frame of his.

I thought he was all depressed and stuff, but by the looks of things, I didn’t have to worry too much about him anymore.

While I was chuckling to myself, Charlotte next to me bowed her head a little. “You did the right thing, your highness. Without a doubt, he must’ve been scheming something.”

I lightly flicked my finger on her forehead as if knocking on a door. Her eyes opened wider and she shielded her face in a slight fluster.

My expression was different from her’s, though.

“Nah. He wasn’t lying.”

Charlotte’s face hardened at my reply.