132 – Disability
‘This is really sh*t.’
Shiron thought as he looked at the scene in front of him.
Before reaching the throne room. Thanks to the cursed energy that could be felt from the long corridor, I expected that something unusual had happened.
And, as expected, the bad premonition was largely correct.
When I opened the huge door, what I encountered was a man sitting on a throne.
The man was wearing a mask, but it was easy to guess his identity. Arms like rotten twigs, crumbly white hair, and even a white cane in his hand.
That is Austin, who wrote [The Chou of King Wu of Zhou].
For a moment, he wondered how he got his hands on the sword, but such trivial questions soon disappeared from Siron’s mind.
Regardless of whether the person wearing the mask is Henry or Austin, it doesn’t change the fact that they are targets to kill.
but,
The people scattered around the throne could not be ignored. Although he lost a lot of blood and his face was pale, he was still alive.
Since his chest was slightly heaving and he was making groaning and groaning sounds, it would be correct to say that he was alive ‘for the time being’.
So it’s a pain in the ass.
Enemies that must be killed immediately, people that must be saved. The throne room seen in the original did not have these trivial shackles, and while thinking this, Siron reflected on his purpose.
‘Kill Austin.’
Siron was conscious of the presence of his companion. Sarah. She, who has been working together for the past five years, will do her best to achieve the best outcome without Shiron even saying anything.
“…You say all sorts of things every time we meet.”
Austin said in a low voice.
“Not only do you want to beat up the royal family, but you also want to kill the emperor… How did you get your education at home? Did Sir Hugo teach you that?”
Austin stood up from the throne.
“At first, I thought he was just a fool who forgot the subject of a guard dog. But he was a traitor who harbored the seeds of treason. Boland, there is no need for you to step forward. My father also punished traitors with his own hands, so I will step forward myself. “I have to punish him.”
“Are you mentally ill?”
Siron wrinkled his face and pulled out the holy sword.
“What are you muttering so much about earlier? It’s creepy.”
“What is that sword? I feel an unusual energy.”
“…”
‘Have you really gone crazy?’
Siron felt goosebumps growing on his forearms. A feeling of discomfort that I have experienced for the first time in my life. Conversation does not continue. It’s like they’re talking to each other, but it feels like the middle part is missing.
“Are you scared? Seeing that you’re not answering, I guess so.”
“…It’s a holy sword. You bastard.”
Since we could not communicate, conversation was considered unnecessary. Siron kicked the ground and rushed forward. Whoa! A blinding light filled the throne room. The cursed energy and divine power that were filling the room were in tense conflict…
-Wow!
Lines clashed with each other. The forces clash tightly. An arm that has rotted away, with only the skin sticking to the bone. Considering the power that comes from that place, it is a force that cannot help but be considered strange.
‘You have become a monster.’
I expected it from the time he was wearing the mask, but… no, I knew it from the time Arak and Zad fell. Austin was now able to handle the ball perfectly.
‘As much as the second prince.’
Henry, who used [King Zhou’s Zhou Gu], was as strong as an apostle. I realized this after mixing knives with Austin myself. The only difference between the two is whether they are sane or not.
The energy of the curse polluted the air, a black pond formed around the throne, and a tingling sensation was felt every time the collar was brushed… So Siron felt relieved.
I couldn’t use Seira, and Lucia wasn’t here because I didn’t have time to persuade her, but somehow I felt at ease even though I was fighting for my life.
‘It’s worth doing.’
bang!
Bang bang! bang!
Siron blocked all the attacks that came his way. Pillars of cursed fire rise from beneath your feet, fierce whips fly from all directions, and powerful slashes threaten to cut, crush, and crush your body.
Avoid, block, and beat them all! That’s not all. Every time I see a gap. I swung the holy sword with all my might.
Deeply-
The attack works.
What if there is no sword and no magic? I was out of breath, my lungs felt like they were going to burst, and my eyes stung as if sand had been thrown in them, but so what?
‘you can do it.’
Siron took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. Swordsmanship becomes faster. Austin responded as well. However, the Chiron is a little faster. Siron did not allow the attack, but Austin allowed the attack, albeit slightly. There was a difference. The space between the two was filled with numerous attacks and filled with storms.
However, it was not only Shiron who thought it could be done. Austin also had the same thought as Poetry.
‘Isn’t this really a dream?’
Fit!
‘Looking at the pain, it’s not a dream.’
Sigh!
Sensation of a sharp object pressing into the side. Still, Austin didn’t frown. I have already experienced enough pain in my life. Since my body was already used to pain and my senses had become dull, I was able to ignore this kind of pain.
Feeling alive.
Austin felt passionate joy.
Standing on two feet and making vigorous movements was itself a blessing to him.
The person we are dealing with now is Siron Prien, Hugo Prien’s nephew. He has saved the empire from waves of demonic beasts many times… So, he is the bloodline of his father’s favorite person.
I am receiving his sword strikes without anyone’s help.
Sigh!
It was a life in my 30s where I was born wrong and couldn’t walk properly, and also couldn’t breathe properly due to my horrible father. However, at this moment, I felt passionately alive.
Grumble. Tears flowed from the face behind the mask.
I can’t thank Boland enough. Okay, let’s say thank you to Henry too. When this fight is over, I will say thank you to everyone. I’m sorry Henry, why did your father do that to me!?
‘what?’
Austin felt uncomfortable.
A thought caught in the flow of thought…
I rolled my eyes eagerly and confirmed the existence of the man who had been here just a moment ago. There wasn’t. Where has Boland gone?
‘Did he run away?’
The presence of the shaman, a thin, pale man who may or may not have had a beard, has disappeared.
The feeling of joy fades.
‘How dare you betray me after swearing loyalty? I deserve to die, but I am different from my father, so please forgive me.’
Anger suddenly welled up.
‘But how dare you betray me? ‘I can’t forgive.’
Austin sprayed death with anger.
How far did you think? Yes, I was blaming my father, it was all because of him. Austin’s face heated up.
Hot anger connected the interrupted flow of thoughts.
“You used me!”
‘For Victor! To give my inexperienced son some experience! ‘You postponed the crown prince’s installation and waited for me to die!’
Quad Deuk-
The face under the mask was distorted hideously.
-aaah!
“Lord, die!”
Austin screamed. I want to live. To do that, you need to kill the man in front of you. Even though my mind was not sound, my body was fervently warning me of this fact. My head finally realized the crisis.
This is a long-awaited opportunity, so I can’t let it go to waste.
However, it was a little late to gather my will.
I couldn’t concentrate on the battle because I was thinking about other things, and my breathing was disrupted because I was shouting as hard as I could. Siron did not miss that gap.
Thanks to this, a larger gap was created, allowing for a bold attack.
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Sigh!
The sword of light cut Austin’s arm.
“aaah!”
Austin cried. A single scream came out from a body like a withered old tree and resounded throughout the throne room. However, it was not possible to stop Siron’s actions to put an end to it.
If all you do is just scream.
“Borland! Where are you? Are you a coward!”
‘what?’
I came to my senses from staring at his neck. I reflexively took a big leap backwards, feeling goosebumps all over my body.
“Borland! It hurts so bad! Don’t hide, help me quickly!”
Austin is looking for someone. Siron checked his surroundings while keeping a wide distance between him. I also tried unfolding the feeling. Possible enemy reinforcements. He took his eyes off Austin, who was rolling on the ground, wary of him.
‘Just a little more and it’s over.’
Should we retreat from here? Shiron swallowed his regret and suddenly felt a throbbing chest pain.
“Sigh.”
Siron spat black saliva on the floor. Is this an effect of being in a cursed space for too long? It looks like the lungs are damaged. I realized too late that my body was hurting because the heat of the battle was so intense in my head.
“Boland!!”
However, something is strange.
“Boland! Help me! Your Majesty, you need to wake up! What did I say? Yes, you need to wake up!”
Austin was rolling around on the floor, and even as time passed, there was no sign of anyone, let alone the appearance of anyone else in the throne room.
“But what should I do when it hurts so much? I want to quit right now! You have to get over it! If you don’t promise to become emperor and make everyone regret it… That’s right!”
“…”
“Ahh! Yes!”
Austin was spitting into the air, foaming at the mouth, and shouting. Siron felt an indescribable emotion while looking at that scene.
“It’s an order! Execute the traitor!”
As if going against heaven, Austin stood up.