I Became the Youngest Sister-in-law of the Ruined Reverse Harem’s Male Leads - Chapter 165

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In his childhood, Chris Ruman was the type who would cry at the drop of a hat, was very timid, and would never go on adventures unless he had a strong friend like Helene by his side.

But somehow, he had bewilderingly become the only being capable of preventing Razas’s descent.

‘Not Edgar or Helene, but me?’

He had only followed here by squeezing out every bit of his meager courage because the respected Lady Emilia had been kidnapped.

His eyes grew moist with fear, but that didn’t change the situation.

‘What are they doing?’

The ritualist took a bottle sloshing with blood and went to the center of the Holy Land.

The priest lifted the blood-covered Emilia and threw her onto the nearby dirt ground.

Upon discovering Emilia bleeding from her wrist, Chris unconsciously let out a suppressed groan.

“Uuuhk.”

“There was a little rat.”

The priest who heard the sound quickly checked under the carriage.

When their eyes met—eyes consumed by dark magic without any whites—Chris screamed and burst out from under the carriage.

“E-E-Emilia! Please come to your senses!”

Chris rushed over to Emilia and screamed again upon seeing the amount of blood loss.

The wound was so deep that her wrist was barely hanging onto her arm.

“Aaaaah! E-Emilia!”

Healing magic wasn’t Chris’s area of expertise. If only he had known this would happen, he would have studied it diligently.

Just as he was about to pick up Emilia and flee from the Holy Land.

“The ritualist…”

“Lady Emilia?”

“We have to stop the ritualist.”

Emilia, who had barely opened her eyes, gripped her wrist tightly and broke away from Chris.

Judging by her pale complexion, she clearly needed to go to a hospital immediately.

“L-Lady Emilia, you shouldn’t move right now—”

Meanwhile, the priest had drawn his sword and was chasing them.

“Ahhh! B-be careful!”

It was Chris who screamed, but it was Emilia who pushed him away and blocked the priest’s sword.

While dodging the sword, she lowered her body and struck the priest’s solar plexus with her fist, knocking him down.

“Kheuk!”

While the priest clutched his solar plexus and gasped, Emilia kicked the sword away.

Dark energy began rising from the priest.

She somehow managed to draw upon her divine power, but after blessing the school all afternoon and being in a state where fainting wouldn’t be strange, her condition was poor.

So no more divine power would come forth.

Chris, who had been crying beside her, looked at Emilia’s complexion and hardened his expression.

Then, while trembling, he hastily chanted a spell and wrapped the priest tightly with magic power.

“We must stop that bastard.”

The ritualist began the descent ceremony, sprinkling blood on the prepared altar.

Chris wiped away his tears and gritted his teeth as he assessed the situation according to Emilia’s instructions.

As the ritualist recited the incantation, cracks appeared in the air. Dark, viscous energy spread out from the cracks.

It was such a terrible sensation that the contaminated Holy Land could become corrupted earth.

“Haa. Ha.”

Smack!

Emilia slapped her own cheek to regain focus and ran toward the ritualist.

But after just a few steps, her legs gave out and she collapsed with a thud.

Chris looked back and forth between Emilia, who was bleeding in real time, and the priest who would soon break free from the magic.

And he witnessed the ever-growing crack. Through the gap, he could see the dark red fires of hell.

When he confirmed the demon’s eyes within, waiting for the hole to grow larger so it could descend to earth, his chest felt eerie.

‘I’m… I’m the only one…’

If the demon descends, this world will end.

He would no longer be able to research the magic he loved. He wouldn’t be able to play with friends, and even the moments of having warm dinner with his parents would all be swallowed by the disaster the demon would unleash.

Lady Emilia was severely injured and could barely walk, and the demon was on the verge of descent.

“Kheung.”

Chris swallowed his snot and approached the fallen Emilia.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, tightly bandaged her bloody wrist to stop the bleeding, then said to Emilia.

“Please tell my parents that I love them.”

“Wait! No!”

Before Emilia could grab him, Chris ran toward the ritualist.

No matter how renowned as a prodigy, he was merely a created being, while the demon was a superior existence.

His heart beat rapidly from fear. Tears streamed down as he resented why it had to be him. But there was no choice.

At some point, he wanted to protect his father who only received nagging from mother, and his mother who would give her heart for her son.

Kwarrrung! Kwakwakwang!

Through the open gap, Razas laughed ear-splittingly.

As soon as the ritual ended and conditions for manifesting in the present world were met, Razas burned with black light, wanting to descend immediately.

“…Therefore, I offer the Holy Maiden’s blood, the death of a living being, and the corrupted land, so please descend to this earth and renew all light and darkness, life and death, and all evil!”

The moment the ritualist’s prayer ended, the crack became a perfect hole, spewing the hot heat of hell.

From within, a streak of black light struck down to earth.

Kukwakwakwakwang!

A tremendous thunder that seemed to reach the end of the world resounded.

At the moment of descent, the ground caved in and the roughly rising dust made it impossible to distinguish what was ahead.

Then the ritualist became extremely excited, gasping and laughing.

“For Lord Razas! For Lord Razas! Khahaaa! Khahahahahaha!”

The ritualist’s mad laughter stopped abruptly when the dust settled.

Instead of Razas, the boy he thought the priest was dealing with was sitting there.

Chris, kneeling with his head down, slowly drew his first breath.

Huuuuu.

As his eyes snapped open with the exhale, beast-like yellow eyes were revealed.

“R-R-Lord Razas!”

“I’m trapped in the boy’s body.”

Razas examined various parts of Chris’s body.

Chris had jumped in at the moment of descent, swallowing Razas and trapping him in his own body.

If he had descended in his original body, the demon would have manifested, but trapped in a human body, the power he could use was limited.

Most importantly, if Chris died, Razas would also disappear from earth.

“I should have been more careful… If you abandon that body, I’ll prepare for descent once more!”

“We’d need to find a new Holy Land and prepare a new Holy Maiden and new death. Though not as good as Francois Cassel, this body is also a talented mage, so it will be useful.”

When Razas gestured, the surroundings turned to dust.

The grass became black powder and crumbled away, and a huge hole appeared in what had been a beautiful open field.

Though he couldn’t wield the immense power of his original body, it was enough to devour the world.

This was because the magical power dwelling in Chris Ruman’s flesh was formidable.

“Once I eliminate the adversary, there will be nothing to fear.”

No matter how great an archmage Francois Cassel might be, there was no way to victory now that demonic power had been added.

“Come here.”

Razas reached out and carved his name on the ritualist’s forehead.

Then fragments of Razas seeped into the ritualist.

As tremendous dark energy surged forth, the ritualist looked up at Razas with gleaming eyes.

“Kheueuk.”

Emilia, who had been sprawled in a distant corner, gritted her teeth at the sight.

She tried with all her might to draw upon her divine power, but it only slipped through her grasp.

Her consciousness grew hazy. The dizziness worsened, perhaps due to the metallic smell of blood.

Lazarus walked toward Emilia.

“You’re in quite an amusing state, Holy Maiden.”

Though it was the same face as Chris, once Lazarus entered, only cruel energy rippled forth.

Thud. Lazarus kicked Emilia with the tip of his foot.

Emilia collapsed weakly, breathing roughly as she glared at Lazarus.

“How insolent. Even begging for your life wouldn’t be enough.”

Lazarus pressed down hard on Emilia’s head with his foot. As weight was applied, her frail body trembled violently.

The yellowy gleaming eyes changed to the same brown eyes as Chris.

“Now I’ll tell you my plan.”

“You, I—”

“I will approach Your Younger Sibling in this body, pretending to be Chris Ruman. Your Younger Sibling may be the Adversary, but she’s still a half-wit who can’t fully use her abilities yet.”

“N-no…”

“She’ll meet her death with her chest pierced through, not even knowing who devoured her friend. Her hot blood will be so sweet and lovely. How exciting.”

The dust-covered shoe roughly trampled Emilia’s head.

Sand grains that fell on her face entered her eyes and mouth.

Emilia tried again and again to draw out her divine power.

But each time it was swallowed by the dark energy Lazarus emitted and extinguished powerlessly.

“Kehehehe. Kahahaha!”

Each time his laughter echoed, the atmosphere shook from the evil energy.

Ptui.

After spitting on Emilia, Lazarus commanded the Ritualist.

“Don’t kill this wench, leave her as she is. I want to see her being consumed by fear and despair throughout her dying moments.”

“Yes. I’ll keep that in mind. This time I will carry out your orders without any problems.”

Taking one last look at the Holy Maiden bleeding out, Lazarus bid her a tender farewell.

“Well then, Holy Maiden. I pray you meet the most horrific death.”

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