I Alone Regress in a Hero Party That Was Annihilated - Chapter 83

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#83. The Fall of Purosange (3)

Hissssssssss…

Purple Mist billows and churns.

Baron Thoroughbred, Family Head of the Purosange Family, raised his head.

“Wh, where is this?”

There was no way to tell how much time had passed.

This was a prison formed within the unconscious realm.

In the infinite darkness with no ceiling, no walls, no floor, Thoroughbred screamed.

“Warshadow! Where are you! Pinin! My son! Oh, where are all my valiant Rangers! Come and protect me! I am the Family Head of Purosange!”

But Thoroughbred’s voice echoed futilely into the void.

Then.

“Ho ho ho―”

A seductive laugh came from beyond the darkness.

Thoroughbred’s eyes widened.

Shedyoldis.

Her face, large as the sun, floated above.

She was looking down at Thoroughbred with eyes that seemed to find this utterly amusing.

Thoroughbred shouted.

“Where is this place!?”

“Inside your heart. To be precise, inside a jar that holds desires.”

The dark matter around them was gathering toward Thoroughbred.

It was sticky and damp, giving off a foul stench like rotting chunks of meat.

Shedyoldis said.

“Everything there represents your desires. All the unfulfilled desires, both big and small, that have accumulated over time. From a piece of cake you couldn’t eat yesterday to your ambition to make Purosange the greatest family… you know, things like that.”

“Why, why are you showing me these things?”

“I’m not showing them to you. You came down here to see them yourself. Into the depths of your own unconscious.”

“Aaaaaaaah!”

Thoroughbred stomped his feet, trying to flee from Shedyoldis.

But he was merely a bug crawling around in circles within a circular pen, unable to escape Shedyoldis’s observing gaze from above.

Thoroughbred screamed in rage.

“I treated you with the utmost respect! Even when others told me to cast you out, I believed in you and protected you until the end! And this is the result!?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m grateful that you believed in me. That’s sincere. That’s why I’m trying to fulfill your wish, isn’t it? This is a favor.”

“Shut up! What kind of wish is this supposed to be!”

“You want to kill Featherback. Furthermore, you want to destroy the Mörsolt Family. Isn’t that right?”

“That, that’s…”

Thoroughbred’s screaming stopped.

Soon, black slimes gathered before his eyes.

Small dark matter crawling up his feet, wriggling.

Shedyoldis smiled faintly.

“That’s your desire for the wine you left unfinished last time. It was precious wine, wasn’t it? You broke it all when you caused that commotion in the barracks.”

“…”

Thoroughbred looked down at the nail-sized desire that had climbed onto his foot.

Then.

Squelch—

A large wave surged beside Thoroughbred.

A house-sized dark matter transformed into Pinin’s face and looked down at Thoroughbred.

Shedyoldis clapped her hands.

“Wow— it seems the sense of loss from losing your eldest son has transformed into desire. The desire to get your eldest son back. Our baron must have loved his son very much.”

“….”

Thoroughbred raised his head with a dazed expression.

To think that something so hideous and enormous was his own desire.

Gurrrrrrr…

Besides that, countless other dark matter slimes had taken their respective forms and were looking down at Thoroughbred.

Among them, he could see the shapes of the dead Rangers and Warshadow.

Shedyoldis explained one by one where each of them originated from.

“That one is the desire to make Purosange the greatest family in the Northern Region, and that one is the desire to establish a nation and become king. Ah, there’s a newly formed one over there. That one’s quite large too, isn’t it? What is it? Ah! It seems guilt toward Warshadow has transformed into desire! The desire to apologize to Warshadow. Wow— our Family Head, you were more conscientious than you appeared! You must really hate me for killing Warshadow and eating his heart, right? Then was everything you said when you knelt before me earlier all lies? Hohoho— humans really can’t be trusted.”

At that very moment.

Kuuuuuuuuuuu…

All the dark matter in front of Thoroughbred scattered in all directions.

And from that spot, an unimaginably enormous dark mountain rose up.

It was like Meursault Mountain, that great mountain symbolizing the Mörsolt Family.

Dark matter of such tremendous size that it couldn’t be taken in at a single glance.

Faced with this gigantic desire, Shedyoldis burst into laughter.

“And this is the desire to kill Featherback of the Mörsolt Family! That bastard!”

“…!”

Thoroughbred felt overwhelmed by the size of the desire before his eyes.

Before she knew it, Shedyoldis was gently wrapping around Thoroughbred’s shoulders.

A black forked tongue darted out from her mouth.

“How about it? Do you finally understand your own heart?”

“Yes… I… that bastard…”

“That’s right. You were planning to sacrifice everything to kill that bastard. To think you forgot already, how disappointing.”

“No. I didn’t forget. I didn’t forget!”

Thoroughbred’s eyes began turning a dark red color.

“He killed my son… destroyed my family… and took away my old friends… That bastard… that damned brat!”

“That’s right! Correct answer! You’ve finally realized it! Who you should hate!”

Shedyoldis narrowed her eyes.

Then she spread Thoroughbred’s arms wide open.

“Then now accept it. Your desire.”

“I… I will kill Featherback… I will annihilate Mörsolt…”

“That’s right. That’s Purosange’s destiny. The reason the human called Thoroughbred was born into this world.”

“I! Will! Kill! Them!”

Thoroughbred shouted with his mouth wide open.

At that very moment, all the dark matter in the surroundings gathered into one place.

Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk!

It formed a massive torrent and was sucked into one place.

Into Thoroughbred’s gaping mouth.

“Uooooooooooooooo!”

Thoroughbred accepted all the enormous amount of dark matter flowing into his stomach.

And behind him, Shedyoldis was smiling brightly.

Soon, she clasped her hands together respectfully and chanted.

“I offer this one’s flesh as collateral. Please cast that much shadow upon us.”

At that very moment.

Crack―!

The Unconscious Realm began to fracture.

* * *

The Mörsolt Cavalry led by Soleil surrounded the Star Tower in a circle.

Though all those gathered here were elite Knights, none of them could rashly enter the tower.

Whooooooooo…

It was because of the ominous dark purple mist billowing out from the Star Tower.

Featherback asked Quinbits.

“How is it?”

“How is what? It’s absolutely vile. Honestly, just standing here makes me feel sick enough to vomit.”

Quinbits dry-heaved while looking at the dark purple mist swirling beyond the Stone Wall surrounding the Star Tower.

Featherback asked again.

“You’ve had experience playing around with corpses in the Nightmare-Devouring Forest. That mist was pretty sinister too, wasn’t it?”

“Playing around? That was just mimicry at best. This is the real deal. This isn’t air from our world. It’s probably drawn from some other realm. Judging by the stench, it’s from the ‘World Beyond the Bone Threshold,’ or the ‘World Within the Organ Pouch,’ or perhaps the ‘World Beneath the Blood Pool’…”

“There are many such worlds, I suppose?”

“At least 72 that I know of. Each world has its own master. It’s like sinking multiple octopus pots to the ocean floor—each pot will have an octopus move into it.”

“You know quite a lot. I suppose you’ve prepared countermeasures?”

“Do you know how many messenger birds you sent? Of course I’ve prepared something. Just make sure you’ve done the necessary preparations on your end.”

“There’s no need to worry about that.”

Featherback concluded his conversation with Quinbits with a single nod.

Right at that moment.

“…We can’t keep waiting forever.”

Finally, Soleil made his decision.

“We’re going in. I’ll take the lead, so follow me.”

“Family Head. The vanguard is dangerous, please let us go first.”

“Would a man of the Northern Region hide behind others?”

“Before being a man of the Northern Region, you are our Family Head.”

“Wrong. Before being a Family Head, I’m a man of the Northern Region.”

At Soleil’s words spoken with a grin, Sir Dvorak and the surrounding Old Knights shook their heads as if they couldn’t stop him.

Soon, Soleil drew his Long Sword and dismounted from his horse.

Then, before anyone could stop him, he crossed over the Stone Wall and went inside.

“Everyone protect the Family Head!”

Sir Dvorak and the loyal Old Knights flanked Soleil on both sides.

They ran as if flying and leaped over the several-meter-high Stone Wall in a single bound.

Rustle—

Soon, having crossed over the Garden Walls, they landed in the Backyard of the Star Tower.

“Hmm.”

Soleil furrowed his brow.

Countless Corpses were scattered throughout the Backyard.

Those with burns all over their bodies, those with arrows piercing their entire bodies, those with severed limbs, those foaming at the mouth as if having suffered mental breakdown.

They all had one thing in common.

Every single one of them had a gaping hole punched through their left chest.

“…Hmm. Their hearts were ripped out.”

Soleil carefully examined the corpses with holes in their chests.

Those scattered here were all Purosange Soldiers and Rangers.

Whiiiiiiing…

Dark purple mist that didn’t budge even in the wind thickly enveloped the corpses.

Then.

…Thud!

A heavy vibration echoed from inside the Star Tower.

…Thud! …Thud!

A thunderous sound that seemed like something’s footsteps.

It was gradually approaching the backyard.

…Thud! …Thud! …Thud!

Finally.

[Graaaaaaaaah!]

A suspicious figure in Black Armor came bursting out of the Star Tower.

A man holding blackened Silver Daggers in both hands.

Soleil recognized his identity at a glance.

“Baron Thoroughbred of Purosange. But what is that state?”

[Kraaaaaaak!]

However, Thoroughbred could only let out strange cries and was unable to answer.

Hair that had turned completely white and skin that had dried to a dark blue, with a gaunt neck and arms that had withered away beneath the black light armor.

“It’s a Death Knight.”

Featherback, who had approached Soleil’s side at some point, spoke up.

Shing―

The Dragon Fang Sword Adara was drawn.

Featherback blocked the path in front of Thoroughbred, who had become a Death Knight.

“It seems he’s sold away even his last shred of pride. I’ll personally sever the bitter ties with Purosange.”

“No.”

But Soleil reached out and placed his hand on Featherback’s shoulder.

Then he twisted the corner of his mouth beneath his mustache.

“How could a father burden his son with such an ugly task?”

Soleil also made all the other knights nearby step back.

Soon, Soleil’s long sword tip pointed toward Thoroughbred standing before him.

“And how can someone who calls himself a Family Head lead troops into battle and win without even drawing his sword once?”

Featherback gazed at Soleil’s back blocking his view.

“You’ve worked hard until now, so rest a little. Your father will handle this one.”

His father’s back that he could see before him now looked much larger than when he had last seen it before his regression.

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