They Say an Age Gap Like This Doesn’t Even Need Matching - Chapter 106

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They say an age gap of nnn years doesn’t even warrant checking compatibility.
Chapter 106
Fury and irritation made my fingertips tingle with a trembling rage.
‘Damn that Mage.’
The Imperial Palace itself was Kailyb’s domain, so there was nothing I could do about it.
At least there was one consolation—the next time I faced him, it would likely be in Bardia.
‘Bardia is our territory.’
I would make sure of it.
Never to let him slip away again.
“The day you become a glorious citizen of the Cradion Empire draws near.”
“Those like you who have shown loyalty to the Empire from the start shall receive great rewards.”
I was counting the number of Imperial Army knights while gritting my teeth at their conversation.
Something that should never have entered my field of vision caught my eye.
A Child whom the adults had been shielding at all costs was dragged out by the rough hand of a Mercenary.
“The little brats run much faster anyway.”
The Mercenaries around him chuckled and laughed along with his words.
The Child, head hung low, trembled with fear.
“I’ll give you double the time as a special favor.”
The Empire Noble, speaking as though being generous, picked up the crossbow again.
‘…Even a child.’
“Haha, you certainly know how to enjoy yourself. I must learn from you.”
The Mercenary kicked the Child forward as if to hurry them along.
In that moment.
Something snapped inside my mind.
“Elhart.”
I drew a slow breath and opened my mouth.
“Not a single piece of garbage in this forest today will leave alive. Any objections?”
“Not a chance.”
Elhart’s voice in response was laden with cold fury.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
I had originally planned to use a more refined approach, but that was no longer possible.
If I didn’t erase those bastards from this world immediately, the Goddess would condemn me.
Slash.
The first thing I severed was the leg of the Mercenary who had kicked the Child.
The Mercenary, frozen in confusion at what had happened, let out a scream as the delayed agony finally reached him.
“Ahhhhh!!”
Marquis Ramon, turning around in bewilderment at the sudden commotion from the Mercenary, spotted me.
“Wh…wh…?”
Three hundred years had passed, and no one recognized me anymore.
Naturally, they had no idea what the spear I held meant either.
Yet in this place, there was one more figure he should have recognized.
Far more terrifying than some forgotten First Knight Commander—Bardia’s Guardian Deity itself.
“Y-Your Highness…?”
At some point, Elhart had deactivated his magical artifact and revealed his true form, now approaching Marquis Ramon with unhurried steps.
“You seem surprised.”
“H-How…? You were supposed to be dead…?”
“Is that what the rumors say?”
Elhart’s lips curved upward.
“Did you truly believe I could close my eyes to the likes of you?”
As Elhart extended his hand, a sword hanging from one of the knights’ waists was drawn into his grasp along with its scabbard.
“Did you really believe that?”
Unlike Marquis Ramon, who had gone rigid with shock, the Empire Noble was already backing away with calculated precision.
Though he hadn’t recognized Elhart, he’d certainly heard the word “Highness” from Marquis Ramon’s lips. He sensed something had gone terribly wrong.
“I’ll show mercy and count to ten.”
Walking to Elhart’s side, I smiled faintly as I spoke.
“Those who wish to flee should do their utmost to escape.”
Those who glimpsed hope in my words began fleeing without a backward glance.
And then, the next instant.
“Ten.”
I hurled my spear, pinning Marquis Ramon to a tree.
“Ga-Gack…!”
He wouldn’t die.
I’d adjusted the positioning with meticulous precision to avoid instant death.
“Y-You said you’d count to ten! You clearly said so…!”
“When did I?”
I tilted my head at the protesting man.
“How cowardly!”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
As a spear of pure light materialized in my hand once more, everyone’s eyes widened.
“Th-That is…?”
Had they finally recognized it?
I held onto hope for a moment, but…
“Is it a replicating magical artifact!”
Disappointed, I skewered the fool spouting nonsense on my spear and pinned him to a tree as well.
The Empire Noble, realizing that death awaited him regardless, shouted toward the knights and mercenaries.
“Attack all at once!”
Since Elhart’s reputation as Bardia’s Guardian Deity was far more terrifying to the Cradion Empire’s forces, they rushed toward me instead.
It had been since childhood that anyone dared to underestimate me and attack, so I found the experience quite refreshing.
‘Mikhail, no one knows me anymore. Isn’t that strange?’
An age had come where they wouldn’t recognize me even when I wielded my spear.
Elhart squinted in disbelief and turned to face me.
“Stay still.”
I couldn’t let myself get drawn into this.
At my added words, Elhart snatched up the Child who had been crouching on the ground and carried him toward where the people had gathered.
An excellent decision.
Dirt and branches could pose a threat to ordinary people, after all.
The terrified shouts of the Mercenaries and the successive flashes of aura colors dizzied my vision.
But I didn’t look at them.
I kept my focus on those fleeing beyond them.
And in the next instant.
I drew the spear.
Everything froze as if time itself had stopped.
The wind, the air, the earth and sky—all of it.
A moment where silence was imposed.
Only Elhart’s gaze followed the trajectory of my spear.
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For the first time in his life, Elhart felt his body go rigid.
With just that single motion of drawing the spear, a tremendous pressure swept across the forest.
Before one of the Mercenaries standing in the front row could even scream, his body was severed cleanly at the waist.
The arms and legs of an Unnamed Enemy Knight were cut away, and another’s abdomen was pierced through.
It was as though a spear made of light had engulfed the entire forest.
Spears struck in every direction of escape.
They pierced the escape routes with perfect precision and descended.
Even those who stumbled and fell while fleeing were struck by the spears without fail.
Those who attacked, those who focused on defense, those who fled.
None of their fates differed.
Elhart held his breath.
This power was entirely different from the mana used by knights.
It was the scales of judgment—a gift the Goddess bestowed upon those who realized her will in this world.
Holy power.
A deafening boom erupted belatedly.
What followed was the agonized screams of nearly a hundred people all at once.
“Kugh!”
“Gahhh…!!”
Almost none died instantly.
Iserna had simply pinned all the trash to the ground and trees.
True judgment was only beginning now.
The Empire Noble was no exception.
That one in particular had both ankles pierced by spears.
Notably, that man had both his ankles pierced through by the window.
My attempt to draw it out proved futile, no matter how I flailed my hand.
From the beginning, it was a sacred weapon forbidden to those who could not even be called human—to such wickedness.
“Spare me… spare me, I beg you…! Money, anything you want, or even the title of an Empire Noble—I’ll surrender it all. Please…!”
He trembled and pleaded desperately.
Iserna approached him.
“Uninteresting.”
The gaze looking down at him from above was utterly indifferent.
“Instead, tell me everything you know.”
As if toying with him, the spear tip touched his throat lightly.
“If I speak… will you spare me…?”
Iserna, who had been gazing into the void and pondering something, smiled faintly.
“Who knows.”
And he added:
“It depends on how useful you prove to be.”
After all, there would be no shortage of those willing to talk.
The softly muttered words held no intention to threaten.
He was merely stating fact.
Watching this unfold, Elhart moved about the surroundings, silencing the Mercenaries that Marquis Ramon had hired.
Any information a mere Mercenary might possess would certainly not escape Kei’s grasp.
As anguished screams echoed through the Forest in succession, the Empire Noble’s face grew increasingly pale.
A moment later.
Elhart approached Iserna, shaking the blood from his blade.
The Forest had fallen silent by then.

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