Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 236
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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 236
158. The Forgotten Underground City (4)
Leila thought to herself.
She was quite proud of herself just now.
Her first real battle after entering Saint Aimar’s Hall.
Back then, even though Leila had faced undead, she was actually trembling and taking the shock of real combat with her whole body.
But not anymore.
Undead were a piece of cake.
If powerful undead types like Saint Aimar appeared, that would be a different story, but now she could handle small fry undead as much as she wanted.
‘I’ve become strong.’
She hadn’t felt it much since her opponent was always Dane, but after the Danter Cup, Leila was definitely feeling it.
“But where did those two go? It’s taking quite a while.”
“Did they go somewhere far?”
“What could be inside that spire? I want to go in and see quickly.”
Amid various conversations, Leila noticed Jenna shyly approaching her.
“Um… Leila.”
“Yeah?”
“You were really cool earlier. You fought so well.”
Jenna’s eyes were sparkling.
And for good reason, since Leila was truly an object of admiration for the female students.
“I really wanted to see it once, and it feels like a dream to join the club and see it like this.”
“You’ll get used to it quickly. We were like that when we first saw Dane too.”
“Really?”
“Of course. Even if he seems incredibly distant, once you get close to him, you don’t feel that way. Though his ridiculous skill level is still the same.”
Termion.
And Sogress.
These two families are the nobles among nobles.
Since they stand at the pinnacle even among nobles, Dane and Leila also seem that high.
But those who actually became close to the two didn’t think that way at all.
They don’t assert noble authority, nor do they act particularly fussy.
They don’t whine about not having attendants or complain about meals.
“Really amazing… Could I become as strong as you guys?”
“Well, one thing for sure… you should give up the idea of surpassing Dane?”
“That much?”
“You can tell just by looking roughly. How amazing that kid is.”
Leila still thought that way even after the Danter Cup.
Surpassing him seemed difficult no matter how she looked at it.
But she would catch up to him somehow.
“So you don’t need to be too impatient. Anyway, if you stay with Dane, you’ll come to realize your own strengths.”
“Strengths?”
“Yeah. Just look at Ernest.”
When she turned her head, she could see Ernest drawing and releasing his bowstring.
The Ernest that Leila remembered from the beginning of last semester didn’t have such muscles on his arms, nor did his eyes look so strong.
Same with Dorian, and Altur, and Priscilla too.
Everyone, while being with Dane, realized more clearly what they needed to do and became stronger.
‘Come to think of it… the person who became strongest might be Dane himself.’
Or maybe he was incredibly strong from the beginning.
Anyway, the conclusion is this.
“You’ll be fine just staying together with us.”
Jenna nodded.
Starting this dream-like club life, she could finally envision her future.
Having lived hiding the fact that she was a medium, this was a golden opportunity to stand out in what was called the ‘criminal department.’
Most importantly…
An opportunity to have an enjoyable academy life.
‘I need to work hard.’
While Jenna was making such resolutions to herself, Priscilla and Ernest were having an unexpected conversation.
“But Priscilla, there was something I felt was strange earlier.”
“What?”
“All the undead we faced had similar wounds.”
Up to this point, it seemed like a common post-battle review.
“Wounds?”
“Yeah. It felt like they were cut by some kind of sharp farming tool?”
“Cut by farming tools?”
“About three streaks? There were also five-streak wounds.”
But at Ernest’s questioning, Priscilla tilted her head.
“That’s strange.”
“Right? But when you think about it, why are there so many undead here?”
“Maybe they were killed by unknown creatures?”
“That’s possible, but…”
In the midst of this-
‘What is this.’
Leila suddenly raised her head at a very strange sense of déjà vu.
Acrium is quiet.
The city was dead, and there were no living beings other than themselves. No, there shouldn’t be any. Since all the dwarves had left.
But this…
What kind of feeling was this.
‘Would Dane have had the same reaction?’
Dane had said so.
That suspicion wasn’t a bad thing.
Rather, the process of completing certainty through suspicion was important.
It wasn’t something a 14-year-old would typically say, but at least Leila realized one thing through this.
That Dane’s words were generally right.
And that suspicion-
“Everyone get up!”
Had just saved her life.
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing and separating as she drew her sword and swung it.
It was truly an instant.
Cold sweat ran down Leila’s back.
If she had been even 1 second late…
She would have died.
“…!”
The group quickly switching to defensive positions were all looking at one place.
The being that had ambushed Leila but failed and retreated, now looking at them.
They weren’t the only ones in this place.
Keegeegik…
Ernest, who was drawing his bow, asked.
“Who are you? You don’t seem to be a dwarf…”
“….”
Instead of answering, the mysterious being revealed its weapon.
Five blades extending from beneath its right sleeve.
Actually, they weren’t blades.
“…Damn it all.”
Priscilla’s sigh could be heard.
“Things that should have disappeared long ago, why do I keep seeing them so often lately…?”
“That’s just your perspective, Hound of God.”
The voice that responded to Priscilla’s words was horrible, like rusted metal.
A voice unpleasant to hear.
“I should have targeted you from the beginning.”
“Then you would have died immediately.”
Whooom.
A Holy Orb appeared floating in the air.
“And now you’re going to return to God’s embrace. Vampire.”
Vampire.
At those words, everyone looked at the man in shock.
A figure wearing a pitch-black robe from head to toe.
Looking closely, the five blades protruding from under the sleeves weren’t blades at all.
They were claws.
That’s when Leila noticed five scratches on her sword blade.
‘This can’t be.’
It was a sword she hadn’t even used for a few years, thoroughly maintained and made of good metal, yet it was scratched?
“You recognize me, Hound of God.”
“Of course I do. I heard it endlessly from the old folks at the Grand Temple. How amazing their heroic tales of fighting vampires were.”
“You’ll regret not listening carefully back then.”
Just as Priscilla was about to fire the Holy Orb the moment those words ended.
“This is insane.”
One, two, three, four, five….
A total of eight vampires walked out from between the buildings and surrounded the group.
“Welcome. To this place that has now become a city of vampires.”
The robed man spread both arms wide.
Priscilla muttered with a bewildered expression.
“I heard they all disappeared, but they were hiding here holding their breath. Yeah, then it makes sense we couldn’t find them. Damn plague bastards. At least Lycanthropes keep to themselves and live quietly.”
Vampires.
Lycanthropes.
What they had in common was transmitting ‘symptoms’ to others, turning them into their kind.
But the difference from Lycanthropes was ‘intentionality.’
Vampires instinctively sought to increase their species. Lycanthropes, on the other hand, actually avoided it.
Simply put, vampires were like living plagues.
“Yes, after your Holy Church persecuted and drove us out, our species had no choice but to establish ourselves in darkness. Having lost even the minimum opportunity to come into the light.”
It was a statement filled with desperate anger.
It was inevitable that the Grand Temple, that is, the Empire’s Holy Church, had bad relations with most species.
But vampires, who were once classified as a ‘powerful plague’ for spreading their kind in all directions, weren’t the ones to say such things.
That’s when Leila asked.
“Don’t tell me you guys… are the ones who drove out the dwarves?”
“The dwarves? Ah. This place was a dwarven city, wasn’t it? But now it’s our city.”
“Answer the question. Did you drive them out?”
“Did the dwarves say that? We merely settled in an empty city.”
At those words, everyone’s expressions became strange.
Then, were those unknown creatures something other than vampires?
After all, the proud dwarves wouldn’t have fled from ‘mere’ vampires.
That’s when the fellow smirked and suddenly raised his finger.
“Enough idle chatter.”
The atmosphere began to change.
“Today is a joyous day when our species will increase by several members. So accept your fate quietly.”
And at that moment, without any chance to react, one person was instantly captured.
“Ugh.”
It was Dorian, who had been on the outermost edge.
It was a swift surprise attack that gave the others no chance to react, and Dorian was caught from behind with claws touching his neck.
“Kneel quietly and it will end with just a small wound. But if you resist, some of you will neither live nor die.”
Dorian had been taken hostage.
“Take your filthy hands off him. Unless you want to all die.”
Priscilla was the first to react, but Dorian urgently shouted.
“Don’t worry about me…!”
“They don’t look like the type to do that, do they?”
The vampire was right.
None of the people here would abandon Dorian.
“Choose. Either surrender after one, or perhaps more friends are torn to shreds, or surrender cleanly beforehand.”
But Dorian was captured, and with just a flick of the hand, his throat would be torn out.
If things went wrong, even Priscilla’s Divine Power might not be able to help.
“These damn bastards….”
Should they kneel?
Or should they look for an opening to launch a surprise attack?
Even Leila, who was the strongest here in terms of pure warrior skill, had barely managed to block the surprise attack.
In other words, they were opponents they couldn’t move carelessly against.
Therefore, there was one person everyone was thinking of right now.
“I’ll count to ten.”
The fellow who had appeared first spread both hands and began folding his fingers one by one.
“One.”
Gulp, dry saliva going down.
“Two.”
What should they do?
“Three.”
Strength entered Leila’s hand gripping her sword.
“Four.”
If they could at least catch that one fellow….
But then, what about the rest?
What about the others who were still vulnerable to close-range defense?
“Five.”
That’s when they had thought that far.
“You don’t seem inclined to surrender.”
The fellow who said he would count to ten suddenly folded all his fingers at once.
“Kill them.”
Fear came over Dorian’s face, and just as the fellow holding Dorian from behind smirked.
Crack!
Two mana arrows flew from somewhere and struck the head of the vampire behind Dorian.
At the same time, Dorian was freed, and the vampire who got hit in the head collapsed without even screaming.
A caved-in head.
Had mana arrows always been this powerful?
“So it was you guys.”
And then came a voice.
It was a voice everyone had wanted to hear.
“Swing to defend.”
Whooom!
And a mana barrier appeared around the party.
At the same time, the two vampires who had grasped the situation and tried to take new hostages were bounced away.
“Kuk.”
“What the hell.”
Then Dane slammed the tip of his spear into the ground with a thud and aimed it at the vampires.
“I have quite a lot of questions for you guys.”
Dane’s voice was calm and composed. Naturally, the tip of his spear didn’t tremble at all either.
“So choose. Will you resist and all die except for one or two left behind, or will you obediently surrender from the start?”
It was the same proposal the vampires had just made.
The first vampire snickered as if he couldn’t believe it.
“You’re going to face all of us? How dare you?”
Dane raised one hand.
And showed exactly three fingers spread out.
“I’ll count to three.”
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