The Lord Who Levels Up by Devouring - Chapter 110

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Chapter 110. The Madman of House Whitewolf (2)
Adrian and Ellen clashed.
The result of that collision was as follows.
Crack! Crack!
Brutal, relentless blows rained down.
Everyone trembled, unable to suppress their shock.
…A contradiction in perception arose.
The one being beaten like a dog was not Adrian.
The Vice-Commander of the Royal Knights.
A genius swordsman certain to achieve Master rank within five years.
One of the most formidable warriors in the Battenberg Kingdom.
Yet Ellen was being reduced to a bloody pulp.
By none other than Adrian.
The madman of House Whitewolf.
…The reality before their eyes was utterly incomprehensible.
The Royal Knights could only stare blankly at that merciless violence.
“What, what are you doing!! Kill that madman at once!!!”
Only after Walter’s command did the Royal Knights snap to attention.
Their bodies, frozen by fear and dread, did not yield.
The Royal Knights were the kingdom’s elite cavalry.
They were in a different league from ordinary knights.
No one in the kingdom could stand against the Royal Knights.
“Do not charge recklessly! Maintain formation!”
The knight at the front shouted.
The Royal Knights attacked in perfect unison.
They descended like a torrential downpour—.
“W-what is this…!”
“Gahhh!”
No matter how fiercely the storm raged, the ocean did not get wet from rain.
Adrian subdued the Royal Knights in an instant.
Ellen, among the kingdom’s finest, and the Royal Knights, hailed as the kingdom’s greatest, all lay sprawled on the ground.
…Walter could not accept it.
“H-how….”
How could a mere madman of House Whitewolf possibly…!
“Ugh, argh!!”
Walter seized the sword that had fallen to the ground.
In that moment.
Adrian’s eyes fixed upon Walter—.
Walter realized the grave misconception he had been laboring under.
Adrian… existed completely beyond the bounds of reason.
He was an absolute madman beyond all reason!
‘I’m going to die!’
CRASH!
A deafening roar that shook my entire body.
Yet no impact reached me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them—and Adrian’s face was inches from mine.
“Your Highness, a blacksmith I know well once said something similar.”
Adrian’s eyes gleamed with intensity.
They spoke volumes.
“To one who wields a hammer, everything in this world looks like nothing but a nail.”
If Walter kept pushing his luck, prince or not—
I’d drive his skull into the wall like a nail too.
Adrian turned his back after those words.
Completely defenseless.
Yet Walter lacked the courage to swing his sword.
His trousers had grown damp somewhere along the way.
Beneath them, a puddle of yellow liquid was forming.
* * *
After warning Walter and turning away—
◆Transcendent Skill, Berserk [B-]’s duration has ended.
◆Skill, Accelerated Metabolism [B-] has reverted to its original rank [C+].
◆Fusion Skill, Heartbeat Acceleration [E]’s effect has disappeared.
The timing was perfect—Berserk [?] had just expired.
It was wasteful to have spent all that accumulated Sanity, but….
‘It was a difficult fight, after all.’
The Royal Knights were the Royal Knights.
Ellen’s skill in particular was far from negligible.
In truth, my own abilities weren’t enough to overwhelm Ellen.
Even with Berserk [?], I wasn’t at a level to dominate like this.
But through Mucus Cells [B-], the expanded range of my joints allowed my movements and attacks to transcend human limitations.
And through Assimilation [C+], by becoming invisible to sight, my position and action paths became completely unpredictable.
‘Indeed.’
I had surpassed the Predator of my past life.
As I scattered those thoughts—
The Palace Hall, now utterly devastated, came into full view.
No one was dead, yet it resembled the heart of a battlefield.
Ellen, covered in blood.
Royal Knights scattered across the floor.
Walter, who had wet himself.
And Edmund, the Royal Palace’s chamberlain, standing helpless and bewildered.
“W-what in the…?”
The Master of Ceremonies of the Royal Palace held a position equivalent to the King’s secretary or advisor.
In Whitewolf Territory, Bernard filled a similar role.
However, since he served a monarch rather than a lord, his rank was that of a count.
Edmund had witnessed countless political conspiracies and schemes from the heart of the Royal Court, and was a veteran who had experienced every conceivable trial and intrigue.
Yet never before had he encountered such a mad situation—a disturbance erupting within the Royal Palace itself.
“Uh… uh-ack…!!”
Edmund had lost the ability to speak.
His face drained of color, his gaze wandering aimlessly through empty air.
Frozen in place by a shock that transcended mere astonishment, Edmund stood paralyzed.
Even the Master of Ceremonies of the Royal Palace could not suppress his horror.
In other words, this utterly absurd situation was extraordinarily—no, impossibly—difficult to contain.
‘The Darkness Lord might even intervene directly.’
There was a possibility he could reveal himself and employ the Authority of Oblivion to erase this entire situation from existence.
And if that happened?
I would simply observe The Darkness Lord.
It was precisely the outcome I desired.
Either way, nothing disadvantaged me.
Whatever scheme unfolded, it would ultimately rest in my palm.
‘So, how will you make your move?’
The darkness concealing The Darkness Lord was already beginning to tear.
Soon, from the far end of the Royal Palace corridor, the metallic clang of armor echoed—clang, clang.
Knights advanced in perfect formation.
“By royal decree, we arrest the instigator of this disturbance! Resistance will result in immediate execution!”
They were none other than the Royal Knights, come to apprehend me.
It was a natural consequence of causing a disturbance within the Royal Palace.
And there was no reason to resist them.
“I will not resist.”
I raised both hands in surrender.
But it was at that very moment.
“Absolutely not!”
A sharp cry pierced the air without warning.
Seraphia leaped forward, placing herself before me.
She positioned herself between me and the Royal Knights, spreading both arms wide.
Her eyes, like rubies set in porcelain, suddenly blazed with pure white light.
Crack—crack—crack—crack—!!
A devastating explosion of frigid power engulfed the Royal Palace in an instant.
The marble floor froze solid in moments.
Sharp icicles formed across the ceiling and walls.
A layer of white frost accumulated atop the Royal Knights’ armor.
Weapons frozen solid, impossible to draw.
And.
Seraphia, wrapped in swirling ice crystals like snowflakes.
“I won’t let them arrest my brother!!”
A biting cold spread to every corner of the Royal Palace—
‘…Iliana, what exactly did you create?’
I closed my eyes and swallowed a sigh.
* * *
The sudden disturbance at the Royal Palace.
News of it spread in the blink of an eye.
Nobles from across the realm had already gathered in the Capital for the Royal Society.
Rumors, by their nature, spread like wildfire even from the smallest spark.
“Have you heard the news?”
“News? What news?”
“About what happened at the Royal Palace yesterday!”
The incident quickly became the talk of the nobility.
Rumors spreading in mere moments.
Upon hearing the full account of events, the nobles all shared one common reaction.
“””Wow!”””
Wow—an exclamation of astonishment.
“””He’s a complete madman!”””
Never had there been such a reckless fool.
Adrian Whitewolf, the reckless heir of House Whitewolf.
There was no one in the Battenberg Kingdom who hadn’t heard of him.
But this disturbance at the Royal Palace was different.
“The target of the disturbance was Prince Walter, they say.”
What kind of madman would lay hands on a prince?
And in the Royal Palace, no less.
This was madness of the highest order.
Only a complete lunatic could commit such an insane act.
“So the young master of House Whitewolf really did this?”
“So they say. Apparently, Sir Ellen suffered serious injuries as a result.”
“Sir Ellen? You mean the vice-commander of the Royal Knights?”
“You’re saying that madman beat Sir Ellen down?”
“Does that even make sense?”
The unbelievable rumor swept through the nobility in moments.
Yet there were far too many witnesses to deny it.
The palace maids and attendants who had been present.
Especially when it became known that Edmund Harens, the Royal Palace’s chief steward, had been there, the rumor gained credibility.
And so, wherever this story circulated.
“””Wow!”””
An exclamation of awe.
No, rather—shock burst forth.
“Is it true that Ellen was treated so harshly?”
“How could a ruffian defeat one of the kingdom’s finest swordsmen?”
“And that’s not even the end of it. His sister apparently destroyed the Royal Knights as well.”
“…What? What are you talking about?”
Before one shock could settle, another tale spilled forth.
“Just how formidable is his sister that the Royal Knights couldn’t even move?”
“This isn’t something that can be dismissed as mere recklessness.”
“You all—what are you discussing so animatedly?”
The rumor spread ever wider, each retelling more exaggerated than the last.
And wherever the tale circulated anew.
“””Wow!”””
Exclamations and gasps of astonishment.
And shocks erupted.
“Ah, no wait….”
“Not some ruffian family or anything.”
“Like brother, like sister!”
“But they don’t share a drop of blood, do they?”
“That’s probably right. As far as I know, his sister was adopted.”
In any case.
“Of all people, they had to lay hands on the prince.”
“They’ll surely pay a price for this.”
“So currently, both are imprisoned in the Royal Palace Dungeon.”
“Both of them, you say?”
“Yes, apparently he requested to be arrested alone, willing to bear his sister’s crimes as well, but….”
“It seems the request was denied.”
“Still, he tried to protect her until the very end.”
The tale reached the ears of countless noble ladies aspiring to attend the Royal Society—
“””My goodness!”””
The ladies’ admiration and excitement.
And fervor erupted all at once.
“Isn’t that absolutely wonderful?”
“Despite such a terrible ordeal, he tried to protect his sister….”
“And a sister with whom he shares not a single drop of blood!”
“The rumors called him a ruffian, but wasn’t his heart warm and full of responsibility?”
“How could it be…!”
The rumor now spread beyond all control, transcending the simple incident itself.
Given such circumstances.
The streets of the Capital, Battenberg, grew even more tumultuous.
“Prince Walter wet himself!”
“He pissed himself because he was scared of the madman!”
Children transformed the shameful rumor into an even crueler jest.
“I hear Prince Walter hurled some terrible insults….”
“Doesn’t Prince Walter bear some responsibility in this?”
People cautiously questioned whether Walter had brought this upon himself.
“That’s practically treason!”
“The Capital’s stability will soon be shaken. We should secure supplies in advance!”
Merchants moved in accordance with the shifting circumstances.
The incident was interpreted differently across each class and stratum, setting the entire Capital ablaze with gossip.
However.
“But why hasn’t the Royal Court made an official statement yet?”
The Royal Court itself remained silent, lips sealed.
* * *
Beyond the window lay the serene landscape of the Royal Palace.
It stood in stark contrast to the chaos Queen Marceline currently endured.
“I warned him to be cautious in his actions….”
But the deed was already done.
Damage control was necessary.
Queen Marceline closed her eyes calmly, lost in thought.
Adrian, known as the madman of House Whitewolf.
Currently, rumors spread unchecked, escalating him to the status of a “madman consumed by madness.”
Yet the reality was different.
He had thoroughly destroyed only Ellen and the Royal Knights.
He hadn’t laid a finger on Walter.
And Walter had hurled insults so vile they were scarcely fit for speech.
With the testimony of Edmund, the Royal Palace’s chief steward, there was no way to deny or manipulate these facts.
In other words, this was no impulsive act.
It was executed with meticulous calculation and situational judgment.
And precisely because of that.
….
I couldn’t even begin to fathom how to contain this situation.
Should I reprimand Walter?
Or should I severely punish House Whitewolf to establish the Royal Court’s authority?
If I simply back down?
The Royal Court’s authority doesn’t merely fall—it plummets.
Especially now, during this sensitive period of succession disputes.
While consolidating support among various noble factions to strengthen my position, failing to establish the Royal Court’s authority could result in losing significant backing.
Carelessly, this could only strengthen the position of First Prince Leon.
The rumor alone—that Walter had shamefully wet himself—was already a considerable blow.
That damage was substantial enough on its own.
But to press charges?
Escalating the matter would only complicate the situation further.
And that would create a massive disruption in the Royal Society.
Moreover, this wasn’t a matter where I could punish Adrian alone and be done with it.
Seraphia, the young lady of House Whitewolf.
She too was implicated in the disturbance.
If I were to press charges, I would have to do so against both of them.
But that was… absolutely unacceptable.
A situation where I could do neither one thing nor the other.
I deliberated endlessly, thought deeply, and agonized over it.
I sought solutions, analyzed possibilities, and explored every angle.
I pondered repeatedly, calculated carefully, and reflected thoroughly.
I reviewed my thoughts, organized them, and refined my reasoning.
And so, the conclusion I ultimately reached was singular.
Crunch, crunch, crunch!!!
Queen Marceline could do nothing but grind her teeth in frustration.

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