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Chapter 81: The Fifth Seat of the Round Table · Fenrir (Request for Subscription)
“I see.”
Epsilon understood: “As members of the clan, we must never lose to someone who is self-taught.”
“Using this method to motivate us, Lord Bai Luo truly has put in a lot of thought.”
“Indeed.”
Alpha agreed with Epsilon’s view: “It just so happens that a month has passed; it’s time to check on that person’s current situation.”
To see if Cid has recovered, how much his strength has returned, and whether he has developed any techniques that would impress.
However, to prevent any unexpected incidents, Alpha planned to provide a safety net for her family.
“Have you found the place?”
Soon, Alpha was together with Epsilon, finding Beta who was studying a map.
“It’s about done, basically confirmed to be around here.”
Beta drew a circle on the map, marking the positions of several mountains.
“Hmm.”
In such a small area, by using their magic power for investigation, they could narrow down the range to what is visible to the naked eye.
In this way, the magic barrier set up at the secret base would have difficulty hindering their search.
“Is this base going to be a trap?”
Epsilon curiously asked, but Beta gave him a look as if to say, “Are you stupid?” “Of course it’s a trap!”
“Uh…”
“However, the base is real.”
Beta added: “The sect has really invested heavily this time to deal with us.”
Not only did they send a large amount of resources, but they also deployed a group of demon-possessed individuals as bait.
One can imagine how many experts the sect has prepared.
They are determined to capture them.
“Let’s go.”
Alpha trusts Beta’s judgment. She called out to the two women: “Notify everyone, prepare to depart!”
“Lord Alpha?”
Beta: “Are you coming too?”
“Yeah, just in case.”
Alpha: “Don’t worry, unless you encounter danger, I won’t intervene.”
“I see.”
Beta smiled, knowing that Alpha was concerned for them.
Thus, the two adorable Pokémon followed Alpha’s steps, heading towards the northern mountains of the baron’s territory.
“Boom!”
At the same time, within the sect’s hidden base in the mountains, a burly man smashed the wall beside him with a single punch.
His name is Harvey, a noble-born Magic Swordsman from the Midgar Kingdom.
To gain enough political leverage domestically, Harvey connected with the sect and received their help.
But now, everything is ruined!
“Where did these guys come from?!”
Anger and frustration laced the man’s voice as he was about to earn the admiration of the sect’s upper echelons by capturing a large number of demon-possessed beings.
Right at this moment, Alpha and her companions’ appearance not only caused heavy losses for Harvey but also drew the attention of the higher-ups.
“Seeing your incompetence makes me feel quite amused.”
“Who?!”
An unexpected voice interrupted Harvey’s madness.
He looked toward the door and saw a blond youth walking toward him.
“Jeno, what do you want?”
“Not me.”
A man named Jeno placed a projection magic stone on the table: “It’s that adult who wants to see you.”
“That…adult…”
Harvey was first surprised, then immediately realized the identity of the person Jeno referred to.
Instantly, he felt a chill run down his spine, and his whole body couldn’t help but tremble.
“Beep!”
As the projection magic stone activated, a phantom figure appeared before Harvey.
“Fenrir-sama!!”
Without hesitation, Harvey quickly knelt on both knees: “Please, please give me another chance!”
“This time! This time I will definitely eliminate all those girls!”
Harvey desperately pleaded, hoping the other party would give him another chance.
“This is the third time.”
The silver-haired youth named Fenrir’s eyes were filled with murderous intent: “There won’t be a fourth time!”
“And until now, you still haven’t figured out who’s behind the attacks.”
“Harvey, you’ve disappointed me greatly.”
“No! It’s not like that!”
Harvey: “I sent people over, but they escaped too fast!”
“Escape?”
Fenrir found it incredibly laughable. He looked down at the kneeling burly man, watching him shiver like a quail: “After killing so many of our people and leaving unscathed each time, you’re telling me they were escaping?”
As one of the top swordsmen in Midgar, Fenrir had examined the bodies of those who died at the hands of Alpha and her group.
There were obvious sword marks on the corpses.
Only the most skilled swordsmen could perform such sharp slashes.
A lethal strike, how elegant and sharp the swordsmanship was!
“That’s not something you can handle.”
Not to mention Harvey, even among the twelve Round Table Knights, few possess such swordsmanship.
The opponent is very strong, so powerful that even a candidate for the Round Table cannot reach that level.
For Harvey to claim that the opponent escaped insults his intelligence!
“Jeno.”
“Yes!”
Hearing his master’s call, the blond youth standing in front of the screen quickly turned around and knelt: “Your servant is here!”
“Leave this matter to you.”
“Don’t disappoint me!”
After his words, the image on the display screen disappeared, leaving only the blond youth with his head bowed, his lips curled up maniacally.
“Hehe, hahaha!”
The blond youth stood up and looked back at Harvey with a calm gaze, as if looking at a dead man: “It seems Lord Fenrir is very displeased with your performance.”
Originally, Jeno thought Fenrir would give Harvey another chance.
But who would have thought that the other party even considered it a waste of time to say another word.
There was no doubt that Harvey had been abandoned.
Because of repeated failures, Fenrir’s tolerance for him had reached its limit.
He was useless!
“No.”
“It won’t happen!”
Harvey wanted to explain himself, wanting to reconnect with Fenrir.
“Puuh!!”
In the next moment, the blade glides through!
An arm accompanied by splashing blood fell to the ground with Harvey’s scream.
“Ah!!”
He clutched his arm, wailing in pain, and his eyes were full of murderous intent when he looked at Jeno.
Harvey was not willing!
How could he be willing to fail like this!
Not long ago, he was still ahead of the other, closer to being one of the Round Table Knights’ candidates!
However, now…
“What an ugly sight, Lord Harvey.”
Jeno Gurufi, the rising star of the Midgar Kingdom, displayed extraordinary swordsmanship skills upon his appearance and was highly regarded by the royal family.
And in a few years, Jeno would become the fiancé of the kingdom’s second princess and be nominated for the twelfth seat of the Round Table Knights.
Of course, according to the original plot, Jeno would die at the hands of Ying, being blown to ashes by a magical power explosion.
“Everything here is under my control now!”
Hearing this, Harvey gritted his teeth but dared not oppose.
His strength was comparable to Jeno’s; they were both named sons of the Sect…
Now without an arm, Harvey could not possibly be Jeno’s match.
As for resistance or escape…
Don’t joke around!
That was the Diablo Sect, a colossal entity hidden beneath the light, ruling the entire world for over a thousand years!
Didn’t you see? When Jeno made his move against him, Harvey didn’t even have the courage to resist?
If Lord Fenrir found out about his betrayal, he would face tortures akin to those of hell!
The Sect had a strict hierarchy. Its leaders were called the Twelve Seats of the Round Table, theoretically consisting of twelve members.
However, the fact was that the twelfth seat was usually vacant, serving as bait to attract and tempt others to join.
The Sect could produce one drop of Diablo Dew each year.
Those who consumed the dew would gain immense magical power and an ageless, immortal body.
The only drawback was that the dew needed to be taken regularly; otherwise, it would result in retaliation.
Just like Fenrir mentioned by Jeno, who had lived for over a thousand years, known as the powerful swordsman of the ancient times, the fearsome existence occupying the fifth seat of the Round Table.
Fenrir was responsible for controlling the Midgar Kingdom.
He and his followers were referred to as the Fenrir faction within the Sect.
Similar factions included the Loki faction, the Hela faction, and the Jormungandr faction.
Indeed, these titles mostly came from Norse mythology, and Loki, Hela, and Jormungandr were respectively the sixth, seventh, and eighth seats of the Round Table.
Among the upper, middle, and lower ranks of the Round Table, even among the twelve seats, there were distinctions in status.
Beneath the twelve seats were the Round Table candidates.
Harvey and Jeno were contenders for this precious candidate position.
If it weren’t for Alpha and her unexpected interference, Harvey believed he had a significant chance to defeat Jeno and secure the candidacy for the Midgar Kingdom’s Round Table position.
The Round Table candidates were not unique.
They merely gained the opportunity to compete for one of the twelve seats, not that they had already become one.
In theory, every member of the twelve seats had corresponding Round Table candidates under them.
Thus, becoming a Round Table candidate was not only a symbol of strength but also represented their eligibility to converse with the true twelve seats.
Below them were the named sons who could maintain their sanity and keep their own names.
And below them were the mindless, rabid-like expendables.
“Damn it!!”
“Jeno!!!”
Harvey glared fiercely at Jeno, the pain in his arm far less than the bitterness and jealousy in his heart.
“What an ugly sight, Lord Harvey.”
“Still haven’t realized?”
Jeno sneered and placed a bottle of red-black pills on the table.
“This is?!”
Upon seeing the bottle, Harvey’s pupils contracted immediately.
But before he could say anything else, large amounts of black blood gushed out of his nose and mouth, along with numerous black lightning bolts.
“Je, Jeno you…!!”
“Ah!!!”
In the next moment, accompanied by a terrifying black-red magical storm, Harvey transformed into a monstrous creature several meters tall in agony.
“Is this what a Fallen One looks like?”
“What an overwhelming power!!”
Fallen Ones were monsters created by failed demon crystals.
Just now, while Harvey was distracted, Jeno had implanted a demon crystal into his body at the same moment he swung his sword.
“Now…”
Jeno took out a red crystal, the tool used to control these ferocious Fallen Ones: “It’s time for you to show loyalty to Lord Fenrir!”