Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 332

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Saint Jack withdrew the divine artifact, the Sun God’s Condemnation, from his inner pocket and opened his palm. A worn, small hand mirror came into view.

Click.
As he unfolded the compact mirror, small mirrors appeared on both sides.
Jack’s face reflected in the mirror. Simultaneously, two characters appeared above the mirror’s surface.

【Condemnation】

The moment he saw those characters, the will of the Sun God was conveyed to Jack.

Punish that darkness.
Annihilate it.

Jack’s gaze turned forward.
People whose eyes had turned black. They not only protected Tower Master Bernhard but also drew forth weapons and magic, preparing to launch an attack.

‘Annihilate them?’

Punish them?
The Sun God’s Condemnation. That divine artifact was said to create a white night.
Moreover, in the book left behind by the King of Death, it was written to draw a sword from the mirror.

“Cough! Hack!”
“Ugh! Seize them! Bind them!”

Jack turned his head backward. The Dark Elves who had not participated in the battlefield were trying to stop the black-eyed people from reaching Bernhard by any means.
Among them were people who had worked ordinarily at the Alchemy Tower and those who had been taken as slaves.

“…Saint?”

Kale Heniatus called out to the stern-faced Saint. The Saint then looked at Kale Heniatus.
Kale Heniatus realized it. The Saint was now in a composed state. Jack’s mouth opened.

“I need time.”

Time was needed before using the divine artifact.
The innocent must not be harmed. I don’t know the method, but I must attempt it. I must attempt purification.

“Are you asking about the time needed for the purification?”

Saint Jack nodded at Kale Heniatus, who had understood his words correctly and was asking for confirmation.

“Yes.”

In that moment, Jack saw Kale Heniatus’s mouth slowly opening.
A calm, quiet voice. Yet one that would soon reach everyone’s ears.

“Raon, relay my orders.”
-Understood, human!

Choi Han and Tasha rushing forward, Sword Master Hana shooting down from the sky toward Bernhard.
And Merry, Sir Rex, and Assassin Frigia.
Kale Heniatus’s command reached everyone’s minds.

-We’re modifying the plan partially.

The bodies of those in motion froze momentarily.

-The assault team will buy as much time as possible. Concentrate all attacks on Bernhard.
-The evacuation team will dedicate all resources to evacuating the Imperial citizens.

Saint Jack saw Kale Heniatus’s eyes.
As always, the composed man’s mouth opened and his command fell.

“Saint Jack’s purification begins now. Assist him.”

Kraaaaaaa—
In an instant, a terrible cry erupted.
Saint Jack looked up.
The skeletal dragon, the White Dragon, unleashed a horrific roar with massive wingbeats. Simultaneously, an aura of blackened gold—like lightning descending from the heavens—streaked across the sky.

“…Hana.”

The Saint saw his younger sister charging toward Bernhard without a trace of hesitation.
The Imperial citizens fleeing outside the castle cried out at the sight.

“…The Dragon Knight!”

Unlike the Dragon Knights of the Roan Kingdom, Sword Master Hana in her white robes and the White Dragon appeared as nothing but white when viewed from a distance.

“Hahaha! Are you trying to kill everyone?”

Sir Bernard laughed and moved his hand. Yet his eyes were fixed upon Necromancer Mary.

Mary’s hand moved as well.
Following her gesture, the White Dragon and the Wyverns poured down toward the earth.

It was as if meteors were falling from the night sky.
Witnessing that beautiful spectacle from afar, Sir Bernard opened his mouth.

“A Necromancer who deals only with the dregs left behind by the dead, and a Dark Mage—they operate on entirely different planes.”

A Necromancer who handled mere bones was fundamentally different from a Dark Mage. Even with the word “dark” attached, it was magic that could only imitate nature.

Sir Bernard’s left hand moved.
In that instant, a black barrier materialized in the sky.
It was like Raon’s shield, or perhaps Kale Heniatus’s barrier.

Crash! Bang! Boom!

The White Dragon and the Wyverns collided with the black barrier. Yet they could not penetrate that thick, unyielding wall of darkness.

Sir Bernard, observing this sight, turned his gaze forward. And he spoke.

“Isn’t this reminiscent of the Heniatus Territory Campaign?”

The battle between the Northern Alliance and the Heniatus Territory.
Kale Heniatus’s barrier standing against the Wyvern Knights. A similar scene was now unfolding once more in the Empire.

Delighted by this realization, Sir Bernard’s gaze fell upon Choi Han.
Saint Jack, Choi Han, Necromancer Mary. The moment these three appeared, the true orchestrator of all this chaos became clear.

Kale Heniatus and Roan.

“Of course, unlike that time, this time I play the role of Kale Heniatus. Am I to become the hero?”

Bernhard, dressed in a white robe, saw Choi Han swinging his sword toward me.
Choi Han answered lightly and brought his blade down.

“Nonsense.”

Bernhard laughed and moved his right hand.

“Go fight outside.”

Crash!
Choi Han’s aura was blocked.
Three knights with blackened eyes stepped forward to block Choi Han while protecting Bernhard.

Aaaaaaaah!

Choi Han watched as those with blackened eyes simultaneously let out a primal roar and surged forward.
Dark Elf Tasha’s brow furrowed.

“Damn it!”
“We can only restrain them!”
“Curse it! We can’t kill ordinary people!”

The Dark Elves erupted in confused cries from all directions.

Knights and mages were far easier to deal with.
Facing the Imperial Palace servants rushing at them without any weapons, the Dark Elves’ expressions grew increasingly contorted. Their faces were filled with frustration.

Even in that moment, Bernhard, wreathed in black mana, spoke to the controlled humans.

“If your arm is severed, block the enemies with your leg. If your leg is severed, use your torso.”

This mad bastard.
Fire blazed in Dark Elf Tasha’s eyes.
Bernhard smiled benevolently as he manipulated the people.

“Protect me, your master. And tear out the throats of our enemies.”

The Dark Elves stared at him with eyes full of rage, but they had no effective countermeasure.

“Grrrgh—”
“Keeegh—”

There was no other choice.

“This is maddening!”
“Let go! Unless you want to die!”

Dozens of people clung to me.
The Dark Elf saw dozens of hands grasping at my limbs. Some of those hands were unarmed. It was difficult to attack under these circumstances.

“Ugh!”

Choi Han saw the human barrier blocking his path.
The knights had all swarmed him, preventing him from reaching Bernhard.

Crash! Bang! Bang, bang!

From above, Sword Master Hana continued to assault the black barrier with her aura and the White Dragon, yet the barrier remained intact without even a single crack.

“Damn it! Curse it! Break already!”

Sword Master Hana screamed with veins bulging in her neck, but the black barrier kept her from reaching Bernhard.
Bernhard could not stop laughing at the sight.

“Do you see? Necromancer.”

Currently, the only person without obstruction.
Bernhard spoke to Necromancer Mary with ease.

“Dark magic possesses the power to accomplish things using ordinary magic and people.”

Bernhard walked forward slowly.
He passed by the Dark Elf and Choi Han, whose ankles were bound by dozens, hundreds of people.

“Grrrgh— You bastard, Bernhard!”
“Tower Master—!”

Ignoring the Dark Elves hurling insults at him, he walked forward slowly and spoke only to Necromancer Mary.
Dark magic.
A power that allows one to accomplish things through the use of people.

“One can kill people to create black despair, or manipulate people to seize and shake their very lives.”

Tap.
Sir Bernhard’s footsteps halted.
Whoooosh—
Black mana began to swirl violently around both his hands.

“Such is the greatness of dark magic, which commands countless things. It exists on an entirely different plane from a Necromancer who merely knows how to manipulate bones.”

He could see Necromancer Mary’s fingers.
Her grotesque hands moved ceaselessly.

Boom! Bang! Bang!
Necromancer Mary’s hands moved frantically, desperately commanding the White Dragon and the Wyverns to pierce through the black barrier.
Yet even so, it was merely the limitation of a Necromancer—ultimately unable to overcome dark magic.

“Well then, I suppose I must summon my true opponent now.”

Sir Bernhard’s gaze shifted from Necromancer Mary.
Saint Jack, and the brown robe beside him. His moving gaze came to a halt at one point.

Empty air.

“Come forth, Dragon.”

Young Dragon, whose presence had been faintly perceptible since earlier.
The Dragon that had been with Kale Heniatus during the Wipper War.
The existence that Tower Master Honth’s disciple had perceived through sight and felt through his skin.

“Show yourself now.”

Madness gradually filled Sir Bernhard’s eyes.
It was at that moment.

A voice echoed through the empty air.
Still a young voice.

“You are not my target.”
“…Not your target?”

Thud.
Bernhard turned his head.

He saw someone kneeling on one knee.
It was Saint Jack.

“Grrr—Ugh!”

Drip. Drop.
Sweat and drops of blood fell from his lips.
Jack clasped his hands together. A hand mirror lay within them.

Annihilate.
Purify.

An urge stronger than ever before—the word of God, instinct itself—overwhelmed him.
The reason was simple.

“…Heal—”

Jack was trying to heal.
Not to destroy.

To save.

Jack lifted his head. He saw the Dark Elves pinned down by dozens of people, and his younger brother and the knights trying to break through the black barrier.
Finally, he saw Choi Han’s stoic face. He was now crushed beneath a wall of people so thoroughly that only his face was visible. Yet even in that state, he ensured no one was injured.

Choi Han’s lips moved slightly.

‘Is it done?’

Have I bought enough time?
Saint Jack’s lips curved upward.

Both the Dark Elf and Sword Master Hana were watching him.
They were waiting for him.
They could fight, but at his request for time, they all chose to wait.

Saint Jack closed his eyes.

Annihilate.
Purify.

A voice crying out those words echoed from the darkness.

What manner of light was this?

“Grraaaa—”

The two clasped hands came apart.
Hands he had held tightly when his younger sister Sword Master Hana received treatment from Necromancer Mary to accept the dead mana, unwilling to destroy her.
Hands he had always kept clasped even when he went to Jungle Zone 7.
Hands he had gripped firmly, afraid they might hurt someone.

He released those hands.
And he pressed them against the ground.
With his eyes closed, he imagined within the darkness that surrounded him.

‘I am drawing it.’

Jungle Zone 7.
Like that sight of the dark trees turning white one by one.
Drawing light one by one.

Flutter, flutter.
Saint Jack’s robe hem fluttered.

“…Surely not—”

Bernhard reached out desperately toward Jack.
But someone grabbed his arm.
He lowered his head. The Necromancer looked up at him with a smile.
Her eyes spoke volumes.

‘I’ll crush you.’

Bernhard’s face twisted.

“Damn it!”

Just as black mana was about to explode across his entire body.

Uuuuuu—

The earth screamed.
The ground began to tremble from the Alchemy Tower Plaza.

“What’s happening—”

The fleeing Imperial citizen glanced back. Then he looked down at his feet.

“Huh?”

He lifted one foot.
A white line.
Beneath his feet, he saw a white line spreading outward slowly.

He turned his head toward where the white line began.
The Alchemy Tower loomed in the distance.

Saint Jack.
White lines extended from his hands, reaching everywhere throughout the Capital, to every place where people stood. Just as Necromancer Mary had purified the trees, the white lines consumed the earth of the Imperial Capital.

Annihilate.
Purify.

Jack opened his eyes.
He answered the voice in his mind.

“Heal them.”

Make them whole.
Embrace their pain and sorrow.

Saint Jack could see the people beyond his companions.
Eyes darkened to black were visible.

Only now could Saint Jack truly see those eyes.
They were weeping.
Within them, he could see the image of humans crying.

Whoooooosh—

Wind swept across the ground.
And screams erupted from all directions.

“Ahhhhh!”
“Argghhh!”

White light surged upward.
The white lines that had blanketed the earth like a spider’s web began to emit light toward the heavens.

“…It’s light.”

Both the Empire’s citizens fleeing and those beyond the collapsed City Wall froze in place, their gazes fixed upon the earth and sky.
White light was surging upward from the ground of the Imperial Capital.

It was beautiful.

“Ahhhhh!”
“Gahhhhh!”

Tasha, the Dark Elf, watched as people separated from her body.
Those with blackened eyes were shedding tears.

Black tears flowed from their eyes.
As those dark tears streamed down, their true eye color gradually began to reveal itself.

“Huff, huff.”

Saint Jack turned his head to gaze upon the people bound within the Alchemy Tower by the Dark Elves.

His eyes met with one person’s.
The one who had shed all their black tears now leaned against the white line on the ground, revealing clear tears as they smiled at Saint Jack.

In that moment, Saint Jack lowered his head.
I slowly lifted my two hands from the ground.
A cracked mirror. A pathetic divine artifact came into view.

“Kuh, hehehehe—”

Jack burst into laughter.
Condemnation. That word had vanished from the mirror.
Instead, two sentences now floated upon its surface.

I read the first sentence.

【Your power exists for your life, a strength you forged for yourself.】

Jack’s smiling lips trembled. His eyes, blinking incessantly, quivered finely as well.

A strength I forged for myself.

Jack could finally comprehend those words.
This healing power was not a gift bestowed by the Sun God, but a strength I myself created to illuminate my own life.

It was the same for the Dark Elves and Necromancer Mary.
A power they themselves had forged, for their own sake.

My younger sister Hana. That child becoming a Sword Master was also a strength she seized for her own life.
The moment Jack saw this sentence, he understood.

There was no Sun God’s twin, no half-twin.
Hana and Jack.
All power and time existed solely for the sake of their lives.

Kwaaaaaang!

At the sound of the explosion, Jack lifted his head.
A silver shield materialized before him, unfurling with sudden brilliance.
Tower Master Bernhard, standing at the center of the black mana vortex, charged toward Saint Jack.

“The mirror! I found the mirror!”

Bernhard cried out urgently.
His eyes remained fixed upon the mirror, unblinking.
A divine artifact. The Sun God’s Condemnation. It was the divine artifact he had sought for so long.

“It was a divine artifact!”

Saint Jack watched Bernhard charge not toward him, but toward the mirror. Then he looked up. Kale Heniatus, shield spread before him, asked impassively.

“The purification is complete. Shall we proceed with what needs to be done?”

Saint Jack pushed himself up, gathering strength in his legs.
He gazed down at the hand mirror.
Between the fractured glass, two sentences were visible.

【Your strength exists for your life, for you—a power you have forged.】

The second sentence.

【You are light.】

…I am light.
Saint Jack gazed at the luminous spider-web cracks and recalled what he must do.
He answered Kale.

“Yes. Now I do what must be done.”

In that moment, Jack poured his healing power into the hand mirror.
Crack-crack-crack!
The mirror shattered into countless fragments.

“…You destroyed the divine artifact?”

Sir Bernard, who had been rushing forward, came to a halt and questioned what he had just heard.
From the hand mirror that no longer held a reflection, white light erupted toward the sky.

I lifted my head.

The black night.
A white sun had risen in the sky.
No, it was not a sun. A sphere brimming with white light had ascended into the heavens.

“Hana!”

Saint Jack cried out.

“Go now!”

And I witnessed it.
A single knight leading the White Dragon ascended against the night, rising toward the nocturnal sun.

I could see the white sword positioned at the center of the radiant sphere.
Now came the warrior’s turn, following the Saint.

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