I Alone Regress in a Hero Party That Was Annihilated - Chapter 90

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#90. Remnant Cleanup (2)

The Head of the Revarb Family had changed once again.

Vargo Viscount.

He, the legitimate Family Head of Revarb, had regained actual power.

However, everyone inside Revarb Castle knew.

That Vargo Viscount had essentially become a slave of the Mörsolt Family.

Every morning when he woke up, he would bow toward Mörsolt Castle, and he did the same before going to sleep.

This applied not only to the Revarb Family’s household members but also to the servants and territory residents.

Since Vargo Viscount had belatedly declared he would observe the etiquette of a vassal family, even extracting obsolete ancient family rules from old documents, there was no justification to oppose it.

Then one day.

Vargo Viscount gathered all the retainers of the Revarb Family in one place.

And behind him stood Featherback.

Standing in the center of the spacious auditorium, Vargo Viscount spoke.

“Prince Featherback here has something to say to you all. You must know that this person’s words are my words, and follow them respectfully and courteously.”

Vargo Viscount withdrew with proper etiquette.

Gone was the arrogant attitude he had first shown toward Featherback.

Step— Step— Step—

Featherback climbed onto the platform.

“Everyone gathered here, come forward to me one by one.”

People tilted their heads as if they didn’t understand what was happening.

The first person to come forward to Featherback was a knight of the Revarb Family.

Featherback took his hand and lightly pricked his fingertip with a silver needle.

Red blood drops seep out.

“It’s nothing special. Just stamping a new seal on the oath document pledging loyalty. Since the Family Head position has changed, we need to hold the ceremony anew.”

At Featherback’s words, the Old Knight nodded without saying anything particular.

…Press!

The Old Knight stamps his blood seal on the oath document.

Following him, people walked out one by one.

…Press! …Press! …Press! …Press!

The seals increase one by one.

Featherback carefully observed each person stamping their seal.

And before long.

“Ah, it’s my turn.”

A man with a bald head, gaunt body, and long goat beard stepped forward.

Sir Habu.

He was a sycophant who stuck by Breivy’s side and kissed up to him.

He scratched Breivy’s itches so well that someone who originally held a low position instantly rose to become the Family Head’s Right Hand.

“Since Lord Breivy went to the Mörsolt Family for training, things have become quite lonely. Perhaps I could also seek refuge with the Mörsolt Family? My administrative abilities are quite exceptional, you see…”

Now that Breivy is gone, he seems to be desperately trying to find a way to survive.

But Featherback gestures with his chin without any particular interest.

“Stamp it.”

“Ah yes, yes. I will do so.”

Habu extended his hand outside his black robe.

A white, smooth hand that looked like it had never been trained.

Featherback said a word.

“Your hands are soft.”

“Hehe. I hear that a lot. Since I’m a civil official, there’s no reason for my hands to have calluses.”

Soon, Habu pricked his fingertip with the silver needle.

And he drew out a red blood drop to stamp his seal.

Right at that moment.

Thwack—!

Featherback suddenly drew his dagger and stabbed Habu’s hand.

The dagger instantly pierced through Habu’s hand and embedded into the table.

“Kyaaaah!”

Screams burst out from the people around.

Habu himself had a dazed expression.

And then.

“Uah— Uaaaaah!”

Habu let out a scream.

But Featherback’s expression remained calm.

“Why are you screaming when it doesn’t even hurt?”

“It, it hurts! Of course it hurts when my hand is pierced!”

“It’s not even your hand that’s pierced, is it?”

“…”

At Featherback’s words, Habu’s expression changed.

While the people around tilted their heads, unable to follow the flow of conversation.

“Oh. Did I get caught?”

Habu stepped back.

He tore off the white, smooth hand from his arm and discarded it.

Kiriririk—

Then a new dark purple hand grew from that spot.

Blade-like claws, skin that looked like fish scales.

It was exactly the same transformation as with Shedyoldis.

Featherback nodded his head.

“Since one was hiding in Purosange, I thought there would be at least one in Rebarb too.”

“Little Finger, that stupid thing…”

“Which finger are you? Middle Finger perhaps?”

“Go die.”

Instead of answering, Habu drew up all the mana in his body.

Featherback lowered his raised middle finger and moved his hand to his waist.

Sring—

Dragon Fang Sword Adara was drawn.

White and bluish energy flowed along the blade like milk, then soon formed into a Pale Aura Blade.

Kiriririk!

A trajectory that sparkled hazily like the Milky Way aimed for Habu’s neck.

Featherback’s sword clashed with Habu’s claws.

As the two cold blades met, sparks of heat gradually bloomed from that point.

The mana from both sides, transmitted through the cold and sharp mediums, began to fiercely intertwine and heat up the surrounding air.

“…!”

The first to retreat was Habu.

He frowned as he looked at his fingernails that had turned bright red at the tips.

…Bang!

Habu stomped his foot.

From beneath his robe, a long tail resembling an octopus tentacle flew out and struck where Featherback had been standing.

“It’s a monster!”

As the auditorium floor caved in deeply, the surrounding people screamed.

Featherback retreated backward, avoiding Habu’s tail.

At that moment, Habu’s fingernails flew through the air, creating crescent-shaped trajectories on the wall.

Zzzzrrrrrk!

Five streams of slash attacks curved like whips, splitting the wall into several pieces.

Featherback moved sideways to avoid them and thrust his sword forward three times.

Bang! Boom! Clang―

The first and second thrusts pierced holes in Habu’s neck and chest, while the third thrust severed the tip of Habu’s tail.

“Tch―”

Habu changed his strategy.

…Kkagagagagak!

Habu tilted his fingernails to deflect the sword, and in the process, sent countless sparks flying toward Featherback’s eyes.

He planned to twist his tail and strike at the blind spot the moment Featherback closed his eyes.

However.

“…Huk!?”

Habu’s prediction was wrong.

Featherback didn’t close his eyes even when the sparks struck the surface of his eyeballs.

His characteristically expressionless face and coldly gleaming pupils drew closer.

Slash—thunk!

Featherback’s sword tip severed Habu’s neck.

Not stopping there, he spun several times in the same spot, continuously slicing through chest, waist, thighs, and ankles.

Thud-thud— thud-thud— thud-thud— thud-thud—

Habu’s body crumbled down like pieces being knocked off by a hammer.

“Grrr… grrrrr…”

He lay scattered across the auditorium floor with his head, arms, legs, upper body, and lower body separated into pieces.

Black blood reeking of a terrible stench spread wider and wider.

Featherback spoke to the people gathered in the auditorium.

“I’ve caught the wicked thing that was hiding in Levarb. As you can see, Mörsolt is a family that destroys evil and protects good, so please continue to cooperate well with us.”

At those words, the people’s expressions changed completely.

“It’s true!”

“Anyone can see that monster is a dark mage.”

“If it weren’t for Mörsolt, we would have been devoured by Habu, that bastard.”

It was the moment when all the oppressive acts Mörsolt had committed within Levarb’s territory were completely justified.

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Featherback divided Habu’s pieces into leather sacks.

The finely chopped flesh writhed inside the sacks and began sticking together.

Their regeneration speed was quite fast.

However.

Hissssssss…

Featherback sprinkled coarse salt to slow down Habu’s regeneration.

That wasn’t all.

He even mixed J’ba FoFi’s poison hairs with the salt and scattered it so that the more Habu regenerated, the more painful it would become.

The long, stiff hairs of this poisonous spider were like large needles with barbs sprouting all over them, so whenever Habu’s body tried to heal, they would invariably pierce and burrow between the raw flesh, spreading poison.

“Aaaahhh— It hurts! It hurts! Stop! Please!”

Agonized screams flowed from the parts with lungs and mouth.

But Featherback paid no attention as he mixed the contents of the sack.

Salt, poison hairs, and raw flesh mixed together, and another tearing death cry could be heard.

Then.

“Young Lord.”

Vargo Viscount, who had already been briefed on the plan beforehand, asked.

“Are you really taking these vile things to the Main House? Rather than just burning them all here?”

“Even if we burn them, they’ll come back to life anyway. Weakening and isolating them is the best option. I happen to have a use for them too.”

“I, I see. Did the Purosange Family have things like this too?”

“They did.”

Featherback looked at Vargo Viscount.

He was a greedy and selfish human, but he was quick with profit calculations and extremely averse to danger.

At least he wasn’t the type to join hands with dark magic.

So when Vargo Viscount fell from grace and Breivy rose to the position of Family Head, that’s when Habu must have approached.

“Load them into the carriage.”

Featherback handed the heavy sacks to the knights.

A groaning sound can be heard from inside the sack containing salt and J’ba FoFi’s poison hairs, where Habu is trapped.

Featherback instructed the knights.

“Send it to Quinbits’ laboratory.”

“Yes! We’ll do our best to ensure it arrives while still fresh!”

The cheerful knights saluted and shouted.

Featherback thought to himself.

‘Since I’ve given a gift, I should tell her to accelerate her research progress.’

Shedyoldis’s body had been of great help in interpreting Garmelda’s Equation.

Habu’s body would likely be the same.

Featherback mounted his horse.

As he departed from the Levarb Family estate, cheers and praise from the territory residents poured out behind him.

“Long live the dark magic eradicator!”

“Please come visit us again! Young Lord!”

“Long live Prince Featherback! Thank you for saving us!”

“Lord Blood Lily! You’re so handsome! Kyaaaah— Please look this way just once!”

The fear and hatred that the Northern people harbor toward dark magic is tremendous.

When you think about it, they are all descendants of the warrior from the Hero Party.

Featherback waved his hand several times toward the cheering territory residents.

Vargo Viscount, who had followed him out to the castle gate, bowed his head deeply toward Featherback.

“Travel safely. I, Vargo, will always be waiting for Mörsolt’s call.”

“Leave your son’s training to me.”

“I only hope he becomes a decent human being.”

“Good that your expectations are low.”

Featherback nodded his head.

The Mörsolt Knights also finished their preparations to return, ending with punching Breivy once as he thrashed about in the carriage, crying and wailing that he didn’t want to go.

“We’re going back.”

Featherback turned his horse’s head toward Mörsolt Castle.

It had been a short journey, hardly worthy of being called an expedition.

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