Your Majesty, Dinner Is Ready. - Chapter 115

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Episode 115: Guild War — Glory (4)
The Guild War was not yet over.
“Now, let’s finish this.”
Targon, rubbing his shoulders as if slightly fatigued, picked up the object he’d taken from the wyvern’s corpse.
A cube where light and darkness swirled together.
It was the final Hidden Piece corresponding to the Battlefield of Sun and Moon, which had undergone Dungeon enhancement.
《??? – Luminous Bridge》
《Breaking it will nullify the light protecting the Orb of Lumeran and create a staircase ascending to the sky.》
Crack!
Without hesitation, Targon shattered the cube in one hand.
Whoooosh—!
Shards scattered through the air as brilliant light flooded the world.
A radiance like the sun—bright enough that even a Vampire could gaze upon it without fear.
The light was so dazzling that when I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again, a curved bridge stretched across the sky overhead.
Its destination was naturally the very center of the heavens.
The point where the Orb of Lumeran lay, the eclipse-like phenomenon already fading.
“Let’s ascend.”
Targon, with the schemist draped across his shoulder, began walking toward the bridge of light.
“…Where exactly are you taking me?”
Kairas, limp as a corpse, spoke without strength.
“Either crush his skull now, or finish venting your frustration before eliminating him.”
“I refuse.”
I grabbed the schemist’s head—which had been pointing downward—and lifted it to meet my eyes.
“You’re planning to flee the moment you’re eliminated, aren’t you? You’re broken and battered now, but once you leave the Dungeon, your body will be fully restored. There’s no reason it wouldn’t be.”
The Dungeon doesn’t work in favor of Explorers; the pain remains, and mental fatigue doesn’t recover at all.
But the body itself returns to perfect condition, so a ninja of the schemist’s caliber could easily shake off every other Explorer and slip away.
“…….”
The Half-Elf ninja exercised his right to remain silent.
It was meaningless resistance.
I’d already learned through dozens of experiments that sparing him would only result in him feigning remorse before fleeing.
“You’re coming with me.”
Targon tapped Kairas on the back with a bang.
Despite the light impact, the already-ravaged ninja trembled across his entire frame.
“Watch how we claim victory.”
Targon, walking briskly forward, soon came to a stop.
“…You managed to topple the enhanced wyvern, then.”
From the eastern depths—the only sector not completely devastated—a middle-aged Warrior approached in measured steps.
Lufrité, guildmaster of the Unforgotten Turtle Guild.
He appeared to have just finished eliminating Burnelda and Dran.
True to his nickname “Impregnable,” he looked remarkably intact.
Though his guild member, a tracking specialist Explorer, was nowhere to be seen.
“That’s honestly the first time I’ve seen anything like it.”
From the opposite direction, a Dragonkin Explorer wearing spectacles flew in using the power of an Artifact.
Eradra, guildmaster of the White Jade Hand Guild.
She’d apparently eliminated Lai, one of our guild members, though she didn’t specialize in combat and looked considerably exhausted.
“Reinforcing the wyvern to eliminate other Explorers, then striking at its weak points to finish it off—your boldness in devising and executing such an audacious strategy is commendable. But the Guild War isn’t finished yet.”
Eradra, pushing her spectacles up, gestured toward Lufrité.
“You handle Targon. I’ll deal with that cunning Half-Elf in the meantime.”
“Hmm….”
The middle-aged Warrior looked between us and the Dragonkin in turn, then stroked his chin.
“I certainly have the capacity to withstand Targon’s relentless barrage. I won’t manage a counterattack, but I can hold steady if I focus purely on defense.”
“I concede the point.”
A true martial master never oversells his own strength.
Targon nodded readily in acknowledgment.
“Then let’s—”
“But here’s the thing.”
Lufrité, cutting off Eradra’s words, shrugged.
“Why should I?”
“…What?”
“If I’m busy holding off Targon, you’ll push past the golden raven and seize the Orb of Lumeran for yourself. I don’t see why I should participate in an arrangement that benefits only you.”
“That’s quite right, Lufrité.”
I chimed in quickly, offering my agreement.
If we followed Eradra’s plan, I’d have to drag my exhausted body into yet another battle.
I welcomed hardships that brought me closer to victory, but I had no patience for saboteurs who tripped me up just before the finish line.
“Then what if the two of you fight Targon and the Golden Raven together?”
“That’s more reasonable than before.”
“Well then….”
“I don’t like it.”
Lufrité shook his head with finality.
“You deceived me once already when you made that Hand Mirror artifact. Mark my words—while I’m busy blocking attacks, you’ll slip away to the sky on your own. Mobility-wise, you’re the most agile explorer here.”
When the match isn’t over but victory has already slipped away, people who are losing tend to show one of two behaviors.
First.
Simply give up.
And second.
“Why should I do anything nice for you? I’ll have to decline.”
Cling desperately to another contestant’s ankles and drag them down together into elimination.
The philosophy of “I can’t be the only one to fall” transcended culture and race—a universal tradition of spite.
“You try hard on your own. I’m aiming for the next Guild War.”
When Lufrité simply plopped down where he stood, only the vampire guild master remained standing.
“…….”
Eradra glanced up at the open sky above them all, then turned his gaze back to Targon.
“Go on then. Try flying away quickly if you can.”
The burly gray orc already held a rope in his hands, ready to catch the vampire if he took flight.
“…Fine, I surrender too.”
Eradra finally raised both hands and hurled his flying apparatus away.
It stumbled just slightly, but the explorer’s spirit of acknowledging defeat was realized nonetheless.
“…But Targon, who’s that explorer you’re carrying on your shoulder?”
It was time to place the final flourish on this Guild War.
I carefully withdrew the Hand Mirror I had kept safe in the shadow space of the Holy Grounds.
《Tier 7 Artifact – Consciousness Usurper》
《Those whose faces reflect in the mirror must obey any command given to them without question. Normally capable of only one command, but vampire craftsman Eradra amplified its potency to allow two.》
An artifact with an absurdly broken effect that needed no explanation.
And rarer still—it actually possessed a Tier, something extraordinarily few artifacts could claim.
That alone proved how rare it was.
“Explorers and citizens of the 3rd District.”
I bowed respectfully into the empty air before continuing.
“You’ve all been wondering this whole time, haven’t you? Who exactly is this half-elf? Now let me ask the person themselves directly to reveal their identity.”
“……!”
The moment I slowly brought the Hand Mirror close, the conspirator thrashed desperately.
Targon used his massive hand—larger than a decent shield—to grip the half-elf’s small face and hold it still.
“…Put it away! I said put it away!”
It was the wrong thing to resist with.
If they’d begged me to show them the mirror instead, I might have refused out of spite.
“Put it away….”
The moment the face reflected in the mirror, the conspirator’s eyes—which had been shaking violently—went dull and glassy.
“…Mm.”
As a side effect, my head suddenly grew heavy.
A sensation entirely different from when my mental fortitude dropped.
As if stones had been packed inside my skull, my thoughts began to dull noticeably.
‘If I overuse this, I’ll become an idiot.’
While foolish beauties were supposedly His Majesty’s preference, unfortunately the artifact would shatter after only a few uses, so such a fate wasn’t easily reached.
“Kairas.”
I gazed at the ninja who had caused everyone such trouble and spoke my command quietly.
“Tell us who you are and what you’ve been doing all this time.”
“…I am Kairas Selun, a ninja from the Eastern Continent ninja group Muyoung. My race is half-elf, specifically of crescent elf bloodline. Since entering Pletika, I’ve deceived others by disguising myself as different people using the Secret Art known as Mystic Disguise.”
The truth poured out without hesitation.
“My most notable victims were Rigoberto, vice guild master of the Ash Gray Wolf Guild, and Laenis, vice guild master of the Unforgotten Turtle Guild. I participated in this Guild War while impersonating Laenis.”
“…Good heavens.”
Lufrité, the guild master of the Unforgotten Turtle Guild, widened his eyes in shock.
He could never have imagined that his own vice guild master had been replaced by someone else.
Targon’s senses were sharper than most demons, yet even he hadn’t noticed.
“And… I… I….”
Kairas’s face contorted as his candid confession faltered.
“De… Demon… Orders… I… Must… Obey….”
“Stop.”
I cut him off.
His body had endured such brutal conditioning as a ninja that information regarding the Six Apostles or the great demons of the Nightmare Dungeon would never escape his lips—held back by a will that transcended the ordinary.
I waited in case something might slip, but nothing connected to the great demons came loose easily.
“Everyone heard that, I presume? The Laenis who performed so well in this Guild War was, in fact, a fake.”
……
Lufrité and Eradra fell silent.
In about five minutes, after the broadcast delay elapsed, the spectators watching the Guild War would likely react much the same.
‘There’ll be an absolute uproar, no doubt.’
This was an event held and run directly by the Dungeon Management Bureau, and a participant had been murdered with another’s involvement?
It was a matter that would enrage even the Royal Family, who rarely deigned to respond to incidents occurring in the city.
“Kairas.”
I placed a hand on the back of the still-dazed man.
There was one more command left.
“Listen well.”
I leaned close to his ear and whispered softly.
“The moment you leave the Dungeon, abandon your Faith in Ornithief.”
……
The schemer slowly lifted his head.
Eyes losing focus, pupils wavering feebly, head trembling in weak spasms.
“…Ha… ha… haha.”
The hollow laughter that whispered forth soon bloomed into frenzied convulsions, his body twisting in wild abandon.
“Ahhh… ahhhhhhhh—!!”
He writhed violently.
Shrieking maniacally, cursing words pouring down upon me.
Yet the future already written does not change.
Upon leaving the Dungeon, Kairas would turn his back on the divine being who had been a ray of light in his darkness-filled life.
Watching the conspirator scratch at his face with his remaining hand until blood streamed down, tears flowing freely, I spoke to Targon.
“Shall we go?”
“Yes, let’s.”
We crossed the bridge toward the sky, leaving behind the two guild masters who had acknowledged their defeat.
“Kwaaahhh! Aaaaahhhhh!”
Moving to the rhythm of Kairas’s screams as if they were a work song, it finally came into view.
The Orb of Lumeran, suffused with noble light.
“You take it.”
“Are you certain I may?”
“You have earned that right.”
There was no reason to refuse.
I walked forward and grasped the Orb of Lumeran as gently as I could.
Shrieeeek!
The moment I seized the great artifact, an exit gate of intermingled light and darkness materialized.
My mind and body pushed to their limits, I turned toward the outside and took my first step.
Brief moments of dizzying disorientation.
And then.
Wooooohhhhh—!!
A thunderous roar greeted me.
– The Guild War has concluded!
We emerged back in the circular arena.
Dilmo, the announcer, gesticulating wildly, and the spectators spilling forth their applause and cheers without restraint.
Fervent acclaim that pierced through my perpetually dulled senses with crystalline clarity.
“Thank you.”
I bowed, and my legs gave out.
Unable to withstand the exhaustion accumulated from prolonged combat and the side effects of the Consciousness Usurper, I finally pitched forward.
My forehead struck the ground as I fell, but the pain barely registered.
‘I should rest for a while….’
The Guild War.
[Battlefield of Sun and Moon] Conquest.
Completed with a roaring cheer.

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