Welcome to the Café of the Dark Guild’s Successor - Chapter 175

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A Café run by the Heir of the Dark Guild
Chapter 175
The old man who opened his eyes showed no surprise upon seeing me.
Instead, he melted the frozen surroundings and surveyed the collapsing space.
“Child, too much time has passed. Everyone must leave.”
“We left Wyatt behind.”
“Wyatt has no time to spare right now.”
My grandfather stared at something invisible to my eyes and shook his head.
“Let’s go.”
As my grandfather stood, threads fell from his body with a soft patter.
I tried to support him, but he declined with a shake of his head, insisting he was fine.
“This way.”
So this space was indeed one my grandfather had created—a door identical to the one we’d entered through materialized before us.
The moment we stepped through, I saw Seniel still locked in combat with Wyvern.
“Come down already. This is exhausting.”
“Need help?”
Seniel, who had been shouting at Wyvern—a creature beyond reason—jumped in surprise at my appearance.
“Sister? You came with Grandfather.”
He broke into a bright smile upon seeing my grandfather emerge behind me.
“Behind you!”
Wyvern, one wing torn and unable to fly high, seized the opening and unleashed flame toward Seniel.
My grandfather conjured a protective barrier and deflected the attack as he spoke.
“Go back to where you started and destroy the fragment buried there at once.”
But it seemed even that effort took its toll—my grandfather coughed and spat blood.
I watched him with concern and asked, “What about Desikan?”
“Not here.”
My grandfather wiped the blood from his sleeve and tore away Wyvern’s remaining wing, sending it crashing to the ground.
“Pardon?”
“I’ve found a way to eliminate Desikan. I’ll explain once we’re outside. Time is running short.”
“But wouldn’t you be faster than Seniel or I?”
Seniel finally descended to face the grounded Wyvern, his eyes gleaming as he gestured insistently for my grandfather to go instead.
“Rosia must go. Before we left, you received a Sacred Treasure from the Temple, didn’t you?”
“How am I supposed to use that?”
It had troubled me that he showed no surprise earlier, but now it was clear—my grandfather had been watching over us all along, and he knew everything.
“You must destroy it with that. The priests look far too exhausted to run.”
“I’ll go.”
I had already witnessed how depleted Cayden and the High Priestess were, so I was certain this was the better choice.
“I’ll clear the path for you. Keep your eyes forward and run.”
I turned and broke into a sprint immediately.
Desikan, who had vowed not to show mercy, was pouring all his strength into the assault—the attacks far fiercer than when we first arrived.
Massive vines coiled around me. Lightning struck just ahead, and stones flew through the air.
But thanks to my grandfather’s shield, I didn’t stop running.
Biedler, who had caught up alongside us, quietly helped me maintain pace.
I stumbled several times, but I kept running until Elder Wyatt finally came into view.
Magic was detonating so violently that my vision swam, yet he was struggling against it.
“Juliano?”
Only as I drew closer did I realize the hideous beast fighting at the Elder’s level was Juliano.
“Elder, where is the fragment?”
“Over there—beside that massive Beast. This is already the fifth one.”
He pointed to the enormous high-rank Demonic Beast with a look of weary disgust.
“Where is Master?”
“Behind.”
A Demonic Beast many times my size was wielding a mace, but rather than trying to gain advantage, I charged straight at it.
“The short dagger from the Temple.”
I drew the Sacred Treasure—small in size but clearly meant for a purpose—that had been bound to me for my use.
The Beast’s mace hurtled down and struck the ground with a sharp crack.
But for all its bulk, the attack was slow. I stomped on the mace and slipped between them.
“There.”
I spotted a place where faint light seeped from the ground and drove the dagger into it without hesitation.
With a piercing shriek and an explosion of blinding light, the space trembled.
I shut my eyes against the brilliance, and when I opened them again, the smoke that had choked the air was gone.
Seeing that we had returned to the Cave, I sighed with relief and turned around.
“Using an object instead of skill—how cowardly. Do you truly believe you’ve won?”
Juliano, seething with rage, struck the wall and screamed.
“Look who’s talking—a man made strong by drugs.”
Elder Wyatt let out a booming laugh and openly mocked him.
“The sky… it’s completely open?”
The underground Cave was no longer shrouded in darkness. The sky had torn open all the way to the surface, and I could hear the sounds of battle from above.
“That’s proof of how fiercely I fought. I haven’t exhausted myself like this in ages. I’ll collapse now, Master.”
Elder Wyatt scurried toward my grandfather and whined dramatically.
“Tsk. Can’t even handle one creature. I’ll have to strip you of the Master rank.”
“That’s exactly what I wanted.”
With the Intermediate Realm gone and his numbers dwindling, Juliano panicked.
My grandfather swiftly trapped the flailing man in a square Barrier.
“Wh-what is this! Lord Desikan!!”
Juliano pounded on the Barrier and bellowed, but he had already exhausted much of his strength in fighting Elder Wyatt and could do nothing.
“We have destroyed all the Magical Circles connected to Desikan.”
High Priestess Lifed, who had surveyed the Cave, wiped the sweat from her brow with a weary hand and sank to the ground.
“I’m relieved you survived.”
“Thank you for your aid.”
My grandfather bowed his head respectfully to the High Priestess who had fought so hard.
High Priestess Lifed smiled softly and rummaged through her pouch, producing a large bottle.
“Holy Water. It will aid recovery. Let’s each have a share.”
We passed the bottle around, drinking and settling onto the ground to catch our breath for a moment.
Yet even after the Holy Water, Cayden—the most exhausted among us—showed no improvement in his complexion.
He was so depleted that he leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
Sensing my gaze, he slowly lifted his head and managed a labored smile.
“At least everyone made it safely.”
“Your condition isn’t good. You’ve used too much strength, haven’t you?”
“Yes. There was a lot to purify.”
Unlike us, he’d had no choice but to perform Purification in the Intermediate Realm, so it appeared he’d expended every last ounce of his strength.
“I’ll lean on you for a moment.”
Cayden came to my side and murmured, tilting his head toward my shoulder.
I was about to let him rest there readily enough when Biedler suddenly wedged himself between us.
“Use my shoulder instead.”
“Would you mind if I declined?”
“My shoulder is broader and more comfortable than Rosia’s, isn’t it?”
Cayden let out a small laugh at the sheer audacity and, truly lacking strength, leaned against Biedler anyway.
I blinked in surprise, caught eyes with a equally wide-eyed Seniel, and let out a small laugh despite myself.
“Grandfather, tell us now. You said there was a way to eliminate Desikan.”
The battle continued above us still.
We couldn’t rest long, so I immediately asked my grandfather for the method.
“Until now, I believed the Seal performed six hundred years ago was meant to divide Desikan’s power. But I was wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
Elder Wyatt and the High Priestess spoke their confusion simultaneously.
“The true purpose was likely to separate Desikan’s body from his spirit—even deceiving Desikan, who was trapped in the Intermediate Realm.”
We all exchanged bewildered glances, unsure what he meant.
“Body? Then you’re saying Desikan’s True Body exists somewhere else?”
“Precisely. It has been sealed away for over six hundred years. If we destroy the body, Desikan will have nowhere to return—he will simply cease to exist.”
“Then why didn’t you tell us immediately? We could have destroyed the body the moment the spirit was separated.”
“I’ve been telling you all along. We simply didn’t understand.”
All those who participated in the original Seal had died with its success, or so the records claimed.
After their deaths, the Sacred Objects left behind were entrusted to the families of heroes.
But in that process, the true intention was never passed down, and their descendants had been mistaken ever since.
My grandfather’s eyes gleamed sharply as he continued.
“The Map, specifically.”
The moment I heard my grandfather’s words, I spoke without thinking.
“You don’t mean Alein Mountain?”
“Yes. One of the Sacred Objects was a Map that pointed to a specific location. No one understood its significance.”
It was never meant to be used for finding mines full of Mana Stones from the beginning.
Perhaps this was all born from the selfishness of the Strophane Clan—a long misunderstanding spanning centuries.
The revelations came one after another, but we all understood what needed to be done.
“Let’s go.”
“Now I can see some hope.”
“What were we even trying to protect when the Temple was right there? What did the Divinity intend? I truly don’t understand anymore.”
Everyone rose to their feet.
The mere possibility of witnessing the end of all this brought light back into their eyes.
Biedler looked up at the ongoing battle above and called out to Seniel.
“Seniel, stay here. Announce that we’ve captured Juliano and bring the battle to an end.”
“Your Highness! I want to go too. Sister, say something.”
“We can’t let the fighting continue. Things need to be settled.”
I handed Seniel a Teleportation Magic Stone and patted his shoulder.
“My allies are up there too. I’m counting on you.”
“…Understood. If that’s what you want. I’ll finish up quickly and come. Be careful.”
Seniel remained reluctant until the very end, but he ascended alone to organize the situation.
This time binding Juliano tightly with the Chains we’d brought from the Temple and taking him along.
I was relieved to be leaving Seniel behind as I turned back to my grandfather.
“Let’s depart.”
The remaining of us used Teleportation Magic Stones and arrived at Alein Mountain in an instant.

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