YM778.TV Chapter 70: End
Chapter 70: End
Translated by SoundOfDestiny
Edited by Zil
“Nonsense, nonsense! This can’t be happening!”
The captain of the covert unit rants and raves at the unreasonable sight before him.
Despite being subjected to the flames of a hellish slaughter, the Raidorl standing in front of him has not suffered a single burn.
On the contrary, there is not even a single burn mark on his clothes.
It was understandable that he was in a frenzy, unable to accept the reality of the situation.
“Double chanting of the highest level of magic: that’s brilliant magic. I’m terrified…..-not”
The captain is making a lot of noise, scratching his face with his nails. Ignoring the noisy man, Raidorl turns his attention to the “fire-eating bird”.
It would have sounded like sarcasm coming from an uninjured man, but Raidorl’s words were sincere in their praise.
The fire-eating bird was using a very high level of fire magic, but the fire did not ignite the building. Moreover, the fire did not spread to the crates of wood and oil stacked in the warehouse.
“…… I’m afraid this is it, Your Royal Highness.”
But the fire-eating bird seemed to take Raidorl’s praise as irony, and covered his face with his hands and looked up to the sky.
“It didn’t look like you used the power of a holy sword, did you by any chance use magic alone to twist it?”
“Hmmm, is it magic though?”
“I don’t to admit it…but if I….”
The Fire-Eating Bird’ sighed in disgust.
Raidorl did not use magic, nor did he draw his holy sword.
In order to prevent the fire magic, Raidorl did only one thing.
The only thing he did to prevent the fire magic was to use all his strength and energy.
“I never thought His Highness crush my fire just his strength…… that huge amount of magic power. Yeah, it’s a real confidence killer.”
The fire-eating bird is a magical flame. In other words, it is a fire created by magic power.
Theoretically, the same magic power could be contested against Raidorl’s magic prowess, but it was a terribly fuel-inefficient method.
It’s like trying to put out a bonfire by blowing on it, instead of pouring water or sand on it.
“How much magic does it take to do that? I feel like I’m challenging a god or a demon.”
In the past, when he was a court magician, fire-eating bird had one of the most powerful magic powers in the kingdom, but even he was too light to be put on the same scale as Raidorl’s magic power.
It’s the difference between a candle and a forest fire.
“I give up. I surrender, I surrender! I surrender!”
The fire-eating bird, no longer worthy of opposition, quickly gives up on confronting Raydor and kneels down on the spot.
He was prepared to die at one point, but the monster in front of him would not see his determination as an obstacle as much as dust.
So there’s no point in fighting when losing was the obvious conclusion.
He? can try boil it, burn it, whatever he want but,
“Fire-eating birds? You’re going to betray me!?”
The captain of the covert unit shouts bitingly at the surrender of his best forces.
“Cut me some slack, captain. The culmination of 30 years of my life as a sorcerer has been wiped out so easily. I can’t burn His Highness down no matter what I do.”
“Are you still a secret agent of the Crown? Do you not owe the royal family a debt of gratitude and loyalty?”
“No? I just got fired from my old job and came here. I have no debt or obligation to you.”
“Ki, you ……!”
The “Fire-Eating Bird” laughs while dressed with his buttocks on the floor.
The captain had a blue streak on his forehead and was about to turn his blade on the traitor before him.
“And I don’t think I’m the only one whose …… heart has been broken, you know?”
“Ha…?”
When the captain turned around with a puzzled look on his face, the covert units were sitting down, losing their will to fight.
Some had their heads in their hands, some were stunned, some had their hands folded in prayer to God.
Some had given up on life and were even reciting resignation.
All the agents had already lost their will to fight and had given up their weapons.
“You bastards! What are you doing? You can’t kneel down in front of the enemy……”
“I admire your loyalty, but not everyone can give their soul to loyalty.”
“Stupid, stupid, stupid! On your feet! On your feet! We are a covert force under the direct command of the glorious royal family! We are the shadow of a king who cannot be defe—-!”
There was a damp, buzzing sound.
The captain lowered his gaze at the sound made nearby and saw the tip of a jet-black sword protruding from his chest.
A red stain stains the jacket that the captain was wearing.
“I think I could have won without drawing my sword, but I respect your loyalty. You may take this sword with you when you go.”
“But….”
“A wasteful loyalty to that foolish brother”
Raidorl pulled out Dáinsleif that he had stuck into the captain’s back.
The captain, freed from the blade of the holy sword, falls unsteadily to the ground and a red puddle spreads across the floor of the rental warehouse.
“…..You were a noisy boss, but I didn’t hate you.”
After confirming that the captain had died, the fire-eating bird flew countless fireflies with both hands as a sign of condolence.
(TL1: sorry last week no post chapter, both me and editor were busy)
(TL2:This arc will be slightly boring(depending on the reader) but please be patient, eventually you’ll see the bigger picture)
(Tl3: I saw the comments asking what happen to Meltina, well..she’ll will be in this arc. And as of right now, she’s no longer at the pionner city instead she’s in the royal capital but..)