How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 65
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【Chapter 65】
“I’m asking you. Is that really the attitude you have when asking your sister for a favor?”
“….”
“Why aren’t you answering?”
Instead of answering, Carlisle looked back at Maranello.
“They say everyone has skeletons in their closet, but you seem to have particularly many. Did you perhaps embezzle tribal funds?”
“What kind of bullsh— Ack!”
“Hehe. I don’t see any signs of you becoming more polite, my friend.”
“Gaaaah!”
Carlisle sent what could be considered a rescue request, but Maranello, despite knowing this, just pretended to focus on Zarkan while waving his feather duster.
‘That fox-like old man.’
Carlisle gritted his teeth at Maranello, who pretended not to notice despite clearly making eye contact.
“This is a battlefield. Before I’m your sister, I’m a high-ranking commander of the Decaron Army. How dare a mere private make requests to a general-level officer with that kind of attitude?”
“….”
“If you really want that Dark Mage, ask politely with proper manners. Then I might change my mind.”
“Ugh.”
Carlisle clutched his hair in agony.
“What, you don’t want to?”
“No.”
“Do it.”
“Plea— I’m ask—”
“What? Again.”
“Please… I’m asking.”
“Properly.”
“I’m asking you.”
“Hmm?”
“Please. Sister.”
Grin, a victorious smile appeared on Selena’s lips.
‘Ugh.’
Carlisle trembled with a sense of defeat.
For some reason, calling Selena “sister” and asking politely made him feel like he was losing.
“That’s right, well done.”
“….”
“Do you really need to be pushed this far before you speak nicely? What would it hurt to be like this normally?”
“I did it, so stop.”
“Stop what?”
“I apologized properly, so why are you nagging?”
“You think this is nagging?”
“Yeah.”
“This is really…”
Selena widened her eyes, but Carlisle didn’t even blink.
If it were sword against sword, he wouldn’t even be a match, but in a staring contest, he could go on forever.
“Keep your promise. Don’t go back on your word now that you’re acting like a sister.”
“You really…”
Selena was about to say something, but then seemed to change her mind, shaking her head and taking a step back.
“Fine, I’ll keep my promise. I can’t go back on my word now that I’m acting like a sister. Handle that Dark Mage yourself.”
Then one of the knights who had been silent until now spoke up.
His name was Christan.
He was Grand Duke Guntram’s favored aide.
“Miss… no, Brigade Commander. Have you forgotten His Grace the Grand Duke’s order to capture the Dark Mage alive?”
“Won’t you shut up?”
Carlisle growled at Christan.
“If you open your mouth one more time, I’ll kill you first, so keep that in mind.”
However, Christan spoke to Selena again as if Carlisle’s threat didn’t even register.
“Brigade Commander, are you planning to disobey orders? His Grace the Grand Duke’s command was to capture the Dark Mage alive if possible. Yielding the Dark Mage to Young Master Carlisle here could be treated as insubordination…”
Shing!
Grimgand touched the area around Christan’s neck.
Trickle…
Grimgand was so sharp that red droplets of blood trickled down from where the blade touched.
“I told you. If you open your mouth one more time, I’ll kill you first.”
Flinch, Christan’s body trembled.
It wasn’t because he was truly afraid of Carlisle.
Christan was Grand Duke Guntram’s favored aide and one of the top three strongest among non-Sigmunds.
In a one-on-one fight, Carlisle wouldn’t even be a match for Christan.
Nevertheless, the reason Christan was intimidated was because he had made eye contact with Carlisle.
Whoosh!
In Carlisle’s eyes, dyed deep purple, blue ghostly flames flickered.
Carlisle’s anger and hatred toward Crowley were so intense that even Christan, an overwhelmingly strong warrior, couldn’t help but be shaken.
“Go ahead, keep babbling.”
“Kuk. You know that killing a superior is punishable by death, don’t you? Private Carlisle?”
When Christan snorted and tried to gently push Grimgand away with his finger, Carlisle pushed the blade deeper.
Trickle!
More blood flowed from around Christan’s neck.
“I told you. I’ll kill you.”
“A-are you really going to do this?”
Panic crept into Christan’s voice.
No matter how much stronger Christan was compared to Carlisle, with a sword at his neck, one wrong move could really get his throat cut.
Moreover, seeing Carlisle’s momentum, he thought he might really kill him.
In fact, Carlisle was thinking of killing Christan.
‘I was planning to kill you with my own hands someday, and you’ve walked right into it. You filthy traitor bastard.’
Christan was actually a spy from an enemy family and would betray House Sigmund in the future.
Killing him would be beneficial if anything, certainly not harmful.
The problem was that killing Christan recklessly would create quite a headache to deal with afterward.
“Both of you, stop. That’s an order.”
Finally, Selena, unable to watch any longer, intervened.
“Knight Christan.”
“Yes, Brigade Commander.”
“Regarding this matter, I leave it to Private Carlisle’s discretion as the field commander.”
“But…”
“I’ll take responsibility, so Knight Christan, don’t say anything more about this matter.”
“Yes, Brigade Commander.”
Christan bowed to Selena and then glanced at Carlisle.
Seeing that he didn’t mention assault or threatening a superior, it seemed he didn’t particularly want to make an issue of it.
Of course, there was still the possibility he might act vindictively behind the scenes…
“I kept my promise, so now you handle it yourself. But I absolutely won’t help you, so keep that in mind.”
“I don’t want your help anyway.”
Carlisle thought he had already received enough help.
At least in a one-on-one fight, he didn’t want anyone’s help or interference.
Even if the price was death.
* * *
“These damn bastards…!”
Crowley was truly enraged.
How dare they bicker over him?
But that was reality.
“Heh. So this is the price for touching House Sigmund. Hehehe.”
A laugh full of despair suddenly flowed from Crowley’s mouth.
Strictly speaking, while Crowley may not have been a genius, he was by no means a mage without talent.
If he had been someone without magical talent to begin with, he wouldn’t have been able to create an undead army.
However, despite devoting his entire life to dark magic, to the young upstarts of House Sigmund he was nothing more than prey.
Hadn’t his life’s fortune, his undead legion that he had carefully accumulated, been annihilated by Selena’s single sword strike?
Crowley simply could not accept such unreasonableness.
Of course, that was only from Crowley’s perspective.
‘I’ll kill him.’
Whether Crowley was angry or not, Carlisle gripped Grimgand and readied his stance.
‘This is enough.’
By now, Carlisle’s body had recovered enough to fight.
Thanks to Selena’s appearance giving the various potions time to take effect.
Whoooosh!
Carlisle was enveloped in dark currents.
[Notification: Berserker State, activated!]
[Notification: 60 seconds remaining until end!]
[Notification: Berserker State, activated!]
[Notification: 60 seconds remaining until end!]
[Notification: Berserker State, activated!]
[Notification: 60 seconds remaining until end!]
[Notification: Berserker State, activated!]
[Notification: 60 seconds remaining until end!]
[Notification: Berserker State, activated!]
[Notification: 60 seconds remaining until end!]
As soon as Carlisle activated [Berserker State], House Sigmund’s unique Divine Authority, he charged at Crowley.
“How dare you!”
Crowley shouted angrily and swung his wand.
Swoosh, swooosh!
Dozens of bone spears poured toward Carlisle.
‘I can see them.’
Slash, slash!
Grimgand danced wildly, cutting down all the spears.
“Even if you’re a Sigmund, do you think I’ll fall to a brat like you!”
Crowley shouted angrily and unleashed various curses at Carlisle.
[Notification: Magic Nullification!!!]
[Notification: Magic Nullification!!!]
[Notification: Magic Nullification!!!]
[Notification: Magic Nullification!!!]
[Notification: Magic Nullification!!!]
However, Crowley’s curses had ‘absolutely no’ effect on Carlisle, who had been reborn as the [King of the Dead] through Blood Mark Awakening.
One of the dark mages’ specialties was weakening enemies through curses.
But if that didn’t work?
It was no different from fighting with severed limbs.
Moreover, not only curses but also restraints like [Bone Shackles] didn’t work on Carlisle.
“My minions! What are you doing! Attack him at once!”
“…”
Crowley commanded the few remaining corpse soldiers and death knights, but for some reason their response was extremely passive.
Generally speaking, undead are beings that belong to the dark mage who created them.
For them to be passive about commands was highly unusual.
“Attack him! Quickly!”
The undead only reluctantly moved after Crowley infused his skull-shaped wand with dark mana, strengthening his control over them.
“O one who dwells at the threshold of the vast Underworld…”
A prayer flowed from Carlisle’s lips.
It was neither something someone had taught him nor something he had memorized.
He simply knew it.
Through the power of the ancient Supernatural Divine Power carved into House Sigmund’s bloodline.
“Awaken the karma of The Dead, bind their souls, and bring down the blade of judgment upon the sinful flesh and spirit. Grasim, First Lord of Hell… answer my call.”
Swoosh, swoooooooooooosh!
Hundreds of blades erupted from the ground, piercing through the bodies of the undead charging at Carlisle and sealing their movements.
“Grrrr!”
“Gwak, gwaaaaak!”
While the undead were trapped in [Blade Hell], Carlisle quickly closed the distance with Crowley.
“…!”
The startled Crowley hastily summoned a bone shield to block Carlisle’s offensive.
* * *
Clang, claaang!
Grimgand continuously struck down on the bone shield.
Crack, crackle!
Each time Grimgand’s blade struck down, bone fragments scattered in all directions and the bone shield shattered.
“Kugh, kughh!”
Crowley tried somehow to escape from Carlisle’s offensive, but as a dark mage who had devoted his entire life only to dark magic research, close combat with Carlisle, a swordsman, was inevitably burdensome.
Moreover, wasn’t Carlisle in a state of [Berserker State] activated through Blood Mark Awakening?
‘Now.’
Soul Severing Sword, Loyal Heart.
The ultimate thrust pierced through the bone shield and aimed for Crowley’s heart.
Thunk!
Grimgand penetrated Crowley’s heart.
“Kek, kehek!”
Blood gushed out from Crowley’s mouth.
“Si, Sigmund brat… this coward…”
Crowley seemed quite bitter about having his plans ruined by Selena’s intrusion.
To think a necromancer who commands undead would feel bitter about that…
“Kek.”
A contemptuous smile appeared on Carlisle’s lips.
“What, are you upset that I called my sister?”
“Kuk, kerhuk!”
“If you’re upset, then you should call your sister too.”
“Th, that’s not something you can say… kerhuk!”
“Ah. Don’t have a sister to call?”
Carlisle said as he slowly pulled out Grimgand that was embedded in Crowley’s chest.
Thud!
Crowley collapsed to his knees right where he stood.
“Well, of course. Trash like you wouldn’t have family. Even if you did, they would have all left you.”
“Th, that’s…”
Was it because death was right before his eyes?
Crowley’s face contorted mercilessly as if he had been wounded.
“You won’t be able to rest peacefully even in death. Just like how you enslaved the dead.”
Swoooooosh!
Stab, staaaaab!
Dozens of blades erupted from the ground, piercing through Crowley’s entire body as if butchering him.
And then…
– No, no! Noooooooo! Please, please don’t take me! Pleeeeeease!
A ghostly wail echoed through the air.
It was the scream of a sinful soul being dragged to Hell.
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