Favored by the Family That Will Become the Strongest! - Chapter 94

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Barcan glanced back at him briefly, then opened his mouth to Diena.
“Want a lift?”
“What?”
“We need to go faster if we’re going to keep those guys from catching us. A lot faster.”
He was right. Barcan’s speed—top-tier for a combat Ability User—was beyond what Diena could match on foot. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before Cassian caught them.
“All right, do it.”
The moment Diena nodded, Barcan dropped to one knee in front of her.
His muscular forearms locked firmly beneath her thighs, and suddenly her perspective shifted upward.
His body heat was almost frighteningly intense. She was trying to ignore the sensation and shift her weight when—
“Hold on tight.”
As her chest came against his broad back, his voice vibrated through her like a tremor.
Without thinking, she found her head tucking naturally against his shoulder. A strange shiver traced down her spine—or so she imagined.
Diena lowered her voice and asked him quietly.
“What if Cassian catches up to us?”
“You really think he will?”
She felt Barcan’s soft laugh against her.
“Pointless worry.”
He murmured reassuringly, almost sounding pleased with himself.
“But if you promise me a reward, I’ll be motivated enough that he definitely won’t catch us.”
“A reward? Is Cassian really that dangerous an opponent?”
“Don’t tease me when you already know the answer.”
Despite the urgent circumstances, tension oddly didn’t grip her. Diena understood why: she trusted that Barcan wouldn’t lose to Cassian.
“Fine, I’m listening.”
“What if we got engaged once this is over successfully?”
“What? How is that a reward for you?”
“Because you want to humiliate the Duke of House Rothwell, don’t you? Or are you any different?”
The fact that he could crack jokes even in such dire circumstances made Diena finally break, laughter spilling out despite herself.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Then I’ll have to do my best.”
The words had barely left his mouth before Barcan surged forward at astonishing speed. He drew his sword with one hand, and as he did, a dark aura—born from his own shadow—coalesced along the blade.
With one arm secured around Diena, he poured Innate Ability continuously from his other hand, toppling massive piles of stone or heaving the ground up at every pass the knights would have taken.
Even so, their pace slowed. But it was enough—they reached the epicenter of violet miasma before Cassian did, fog rippling upward in an endless stream.
As Barcan caught his breath at their destination, Diena murmured under her breath.
“Seems like you really, really want to get engaged to me…….”
His ears flushed crimson at her murmur. But he didn’t deny it.
Diena’s eyes narrowed slightly as she watched his reaction.
It had been meant as a joke, and she’d expected him to parry it the same way. But he wasn’t saying anything at all.
At this point, she wasn’t foolish enough to miss the implication.
“Don’t tell me…….”
Barcan stammered visibly, his face flustered.
“W-what?”
Diena froze with her mouth open.
For now, there were urgent matters at hand, so they let it pass. But once this was done, she’d need to have a serious conversation with Barcan.
“Never mind. Let’s focus on what needs doing.”
At her words, Barcan finally narrowed his eyes and surveyed their surroundings.
“A cemetery?”
“The location is rather convenient.”
“You’re right about that.”
The Rampage had occurred in the one place where a Necromancer could wield the most power.
From the violet miasma, sinister aura poured forth without end. And at the source, knights stood guard.
Diena turned to look at Barcan. No words were needed. He nodded and flicked his fingers. Darkness flowed from his body toward the knights.
The darkness crept carefully to the back of their necks, then constricted their airways.
“Hngh—ack!”
The knights thrashed in resistance, but their bodies soon went limp, consciousness slipping away. Barcan looked back at Diena and asked.
“What’s next?”
“We need to go purify the Necromancer.”
“Through that sinister fog?”
“Yes.”
Barcan stared at the violet miasma for a moment, then shrugged.
“All right then, let’s go.”
And as if it were the most natural thing, he moved to follow her. Diena shook her head. Her eyes shifted toward the rear. Barcan’s jaw tightened with displeasure.
“Why?”
“Cassian will be here soon. He’ll try to stop us.”
She gripped his arm as she spoke.
“Buy me time.”
“Diena.”
“The purification is going to take a considerable amount of time.”
“So you’re going in there alone?”
“Yes.”
Barcan’s brow furrowed with clear displeasure.
“You’re leaving me behind?”
Diena tilted her head in confusion.
She didn’t understand how going to purify the Necromancer equated to abandoning him.
“Please.”
Barcan started to say more, then exhaled sharply. He’d sensed Cassian’s approach.
Diena too felt his arrival and looked at Barcan.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Barcan.”
“A Necromancer is a top-tier Ability User of the special classification. Sure, not quite on par with combat-class, but you know how dangerous they are.”
Barcan wanted nothing more than to take Diena and leave this place immediately. But her small, delicate hand pushed him away gently. And when she spoke, her voice carried absolute conviction.
“Trust me. I’ll handle it like I always do.”
As always, he couldn’t refuse her. Just before he turned to go, Diena’s face grew serious and she spoke again.
“Oh, and there’s one more thing I need to ask.”
“Another request?”
“Could you pretend to be exhausted so Cassian lets his guard down?”
The unexpected request made Barcan frown.
“There’s probably a reason for this……but it’s not a request I enjoy making. In exchange, I can let you punch him, right?”
“Of course. Hit him as hard as you can.”
Satisfied with her confirmation, Barcan nodded approvingly. Diena left him there and walked slowly into the forest.
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As she ventured deeper into the woods, the thick sinister aura emanating from the Necromancer became palpable. It was a familiar presence.
‘Demian. Long time.’
During her time at House Rothwell, Diena had frequent opportunities to meet top-tier Ability Users.
Her uncle had constantly ordered her to purify the Ability Users under his command.
Among them, there was one she encountered especially often: Demian, the Necromancer now imprisoned in the Underground Dungeon of House Rothwell because of today’s Rampage.
Having been forced to use his Innate Ability frequently at Balthasar’s command, he’d had ample time to speak with Diena.
The fact that she now understood what was about to unfold was entirely thanks to him.

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