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Chapter 237

‘The⁠ Great King Colomo‍⁠ and his lineage?’​​

The⁠​ Great King Colomo.​

The‍ great enemy who‌‍ had summoned 72‌​‍ demons and pushed‍​‍ humanity to the‌‍‍ brink of extinction.​

He⁠ never imagined that⁠​ name would be‍​⁠ mentioned here and‍‍ now.

“Are⁠⁠‌ you in pain‍ again?”

Luina‍⁠‍ wiped the cold‍ sweat from his​ forehead with a handkerchief.

“I’m‍⁠‍ fine. It’s nothing.”​⁠

More​‌ important than a mild headache was‍‌ Count Patrick Pirandello⁠‌ right in front​‌ of him.

‘If⁠ it were anyone⁠⁠ else, I’d doubt⁠ it. But Gardner‍ recognized it.’

Especially‌‍ because the moment‌⁠‌ he saw that‌‍ symbol, the book​​ of prophecies reacted.‌⁠‍ That was proof⁠​‍ that the mark‍⁠ was real.

‘In⁠⁠⁠ this world, there⁠‍‌ are no coincidences.‌⁠‌ He couldn’t have​ just randomly signed‌‌⁠ an equal contract‍​‌ with a demon.’‌‌

That⁠⁠ meant Count Patrick⁠​‌ wasn’t a simple​ corrupt.

‘A​ descendant of the⁠⁠ Colomo line? Weren’t​​​ they all exterminated?’‌‌‌

After‌⁠ the fall of​​ the Great King‌‍ Colomo, all those‌​​ who had made⁠ pacts with demons​ and committed atrocities‌​ were executed by⁠ hanging.

The​ First Emperor, to‌⁠ prevent the tragedy‍‌ from repeating, ordered⁠​​ the death of⁠ anyone with even‌‌ a drop of​⁠‌ that blood.

Today‍⁠⁠ it might seem‍‍ excessive, but those‍‍‍ individuals hadn’t just​ ruined a single⁠ kingdom—they had dragged​ an entire continent⁠‍ into ruin.

Not‌‌ just exterminating them—completely‌​ eradicating them—was the‍ logical move.

And‍‍‍ yet, the appearance​‍ of that “contractor”⁠⁠⁠ symbol meant some​ had survived.

‘Did​ one of the​ survivors form a contract with a demon?’

It​⁠ was possible.

Corrupts​ had drastically increased​ in the last​ millennium.

It​‍​ was more convincing‌ to think they‌​ had gathered under⁠‍‌ a central axis⁠​‍ than to believe​‍ they had arisen​‌ spontaneously.

‘The‍‌ Great King Colomo.​‌ To the corrupt,‍​​ he would be​ on par with‍​ the First Emperor.’‌​

Consequently,‍‍‌ a descendant of‌​‌ his would be​‌‌ to them what‍⁠‌ Aint represented to​⁠ humanity today.

“Luina,‌​​ do you sense⁠⁠⁠ anything special in⁠‌​ that guy?”

“Only⁠‌ that he’s somewhat⁠ strong. He doesn’t‌‌ seem like a corrupt.”

“I‌​⁠ see.”

Fernan​⁠‌ felt the same.⁠ Maybe if he⁠ fully activated his⁠‍ dragon senses, he⁠ could detect it,‍​‍ but his control​ wasn’t perfect yet,⁠‍ and he risked‍⁠ exposing himself.

“What‌​‍ will you do?”⁠

“For​ now, I plan​⁠ to follow him.”​‌

“Yourself?”⁠‌​

“Wooden.”​​

“Wooden’s‍‍‌ been busy lately.”‍‌

“That’s​​ exactly what I made him for.‍​‍ Might as well‍ use him often.”‍​

Investing​‌‍ and not recovering​‍‍ the investment made⁠‍ no sense.

Even​‍ though Wooden had​⁠‍ already proven to⁠‍‌ be of enormous‍ value, no one‌ invests just to⁠‍ break even—they do⁠ it for profit.‍​

— Kyuu.

Wooden‌⁠‌ let out a displeased noise at‍​⁠ the sudden exploitation.‍‍‍

“The‍‍​ shield will be​‌⁠ ready soon. Remember?​​ You gathered the‌⁠‌ materials yourself by‌⁠‍ hunting monsters.”

— Kyu!

And‌ he immediately fell​​ silent.

***‌

After‌⁠ dinner with Luina,​ Fernan returned to​⁠‍ the hideout and​⁠ gathered everyone—Aint, Luina,​​⁠ Gismond, and the‌‌ headmaster.

“I’ll​⁠ share what we’ve‌ found so far.”⁠‌

Fernan‍‌ began speaking calmly.‍​​

“The​​ three closest allies⁠​ of the second‌⁠​ prince, Antenor Linelt,‌‍ suspected of being⁠​ corrupt, are Viscount⁠‍ Kyren Excel, Count​‌‌ Wymon Gilox, and‍‌‌ Count Patrick Pirandello.‍⁠‌ I believe another​ contact with a corrupt happened among‌ them.”

Fernan‍​‍ described their features,‌ territories, and even​⁠ trivial habits.

“As⁠ for Count Patrick‍ Pirandello, what’s peculiar‌‍⁠ is that he‌​⁠ has a strange‌‌ symbol on his⁠ wrist, like several​‍ signs layered together…”‍‍

He​‌​ floated sand into​ the air, recreating‌⁠​ the symbol.

The‍‌ memory was burned​ into him by​ the intensity of‌⁠‌ the prophetic vision.​‍‌

When​⁠​ the grains of‍​‍ sand completed the‌ shape—

“……!”⁠​

Aint‍​‌ stood up without‍​ realizing it.

Exactly‍⁠ the reaction Fernan​ had expected. Pretending⁠‍‌ ignorance, he asked:⁠‍

“What​⁠ is it, Aint?​ Have you seen‍​ this symbol before?”‍​

“No,‍‌ it’s just…”

Aint‍ hesitated under everyone’s‍‍ gaze, thinking about‍​‍ how to explain.⁠⁠‌

“I’ve‌ read many texts​‌​ and never saw⁠‍‍ anything like it.‍⁠ It’s as if‍‍‌ dozens of symbols⁠ were forcibly combined​ into one.”

“Yes.‍‌​ I thought the⁠‌ same.”

“It’s​ so peculiar that‍‌ it’s hard to‌‍⁠ forget, even if‍‍‍ the exact details‌⁠ aren’t remembered.”

It‌⁠ was a precise​‌‌ observation. Finally, Aint‌​⁠ spoke, after organizing‍⁠ his thoughts.

“I​‍​ saw it once‌​‍ in my family’s‌​‍ library. It was​‌​ about demons.”

“Demons?”‌​

“Yes.​​ If I’m not⁠‍‌ mistaken, it’s the‍​ symbol of a contractor.”

“The⁠​‌ symbol of a contractor? I’ve seen​‍ plenty of corrupts‍‍‍ at the Academy‍‌‍ and never anything‌ like this.”

“Because⁠​​ they aren’t true‍⁠‌ contractors.”

The​‍⁠ headmaster remained silent⁠⁠​ and prompted him‍‌ to continue.

“According⁠‍⁠ to the texts,​ that symbol only⁠ appears when a human establishes an​ equal contract with⁠ a demon.”

“An​⁠ equal contract between‍ demon and human?​⁠ That’s…”

It⁠​‌ was understandable that‍⁠ the headmaster would⁠‍ doubt. Neither demons‍ would allow it,‌‌⁠ nor were humans‌​‌ on their level.‌‍‌

“Yes.‌​ Few, but apparently‍‌‍ it was possible.”⁠⁠​

“Incredible.”‍‍

“The​ clearest example was⁠‍ the Great King​‌‌ Colomo.”

“Ah,‍​‌ right. Someone of‌​​ his level couldn’t​⁠‌ have been just​​ a puppet of⁠⁠ the demons—wait a minute. It can’t‍ be.”

The​‍ headmaster looked at⁠‍​ him in horror,⁠‌‌ and Aint nodded⁠ gravely.

“The⁠ rest were all‌⁠⁠ from Colomo’s bloodline,⁠​​ the Baerz. Only‍ they could do⁠⁠​ it.”

“The⁠ Colomo bloodline?”

“Colomo?‍‍ Is that true,‌‌‍ Aint?”

The​‍​ headmaster dropped the⁠ teacup he was‌ holding. Fernan, matching​‌ the gesture, widened​ his eyes and‍⁠‌ mouth.

The‌​ liquid falling toward​​ the floor froze‍⁠ in midair.

“You’re⁠ saying members of‌ the Colomo lineage‌‌ are still alive?”​‍‍

Just⁠‍​ as the corrupt‍‌​ were different from‍ demons, so too‌​‌ were the descendants​‍ of Colomo.

In​‍⁠ fact, the fear‌ humanity held toward‌ the Great King‍​​ Colomo was even‍ greater than that​‌⁠ of demons.

Because‍ although it was‍‌ demons who burned⁠‌‍ half the continent,​​‍ it was the⁠‍‌ Great King Colomo​ himself who summoned​ and led them.⁠

“This‍‍​ is different. If⁠‍ he truly is‍‌⁠ of the Colomo‌​ bloodline, he must‌‌​ die without fail.”‍‌‍

There⁠ was no need⁠​ to think further.‍‌​ Among the three⁠⁠ close aides of​​ the second prince,‍ Patrick Pirandello was,⁠​ without a doubt,​⁠ the culprit.

“If‍ that man is‌⁠‍ truly a descendant​‌‌ of the Great⁠​‍ King Colomo, then‌‍ yes, of course.‌‍ But, headmaster, we‍‌‌ can’t act just‍‍⁠ yet.”

“Why⁠ not?”

“Because​ they seem to​⁠‌ be in conflict‌‍⁠ with each other.”​​‌

Fernan‌⁠ continued his explanation.‍‌

Patrick‌‌‌ Pirandello’s mansions spread‌ throughout the capital,⁠‌ forming a six-pointed​‍‍ star.

The‍‍ magic circles found⁠ in the basements⁠​​ of each mansion.‌‍

And‍‍‌ the second prince’s‌ attitude and actions​ when meeting the‌ Mercenary King.

“If‍⁠‍ we use that​‌ discord, we can⁠ resolve this while‍​⁠ minimizing damage. Besides,​ Yuli Linelt, although⁠​ under certain conditions,‍‍ has promised us​⁠‍ her full support.”⁠‌

“It’s‌‌​ not without logic.‌‌‌ But what if⁠ that man acts⁠‌‍ before we do?‌​‍ If we fail‌ to stop him,‍‌ we could regret​ it forever.”

“We‌​‍ can stop him.”​⁠

“Stop​ him?”

“I’ve‍ opened, through Wooden,‌‍​ a hidden passage.‌‍​ We can ruin​ the magic circle‍‌​ at any moment.”‍‌‍

“…And⁠​​ what’s your exact‌‍ plan?”

“Lord‌‍‍ Garrett will continue​‌ acting as he⁠‌ has. He’ll carry‍‌⁠ out the second‌‍​ prince’s request to⁠ eliminate the corrupt.‍​​ Then Patrick will​⁠‍ react somehow.”

That⁠​ will be the​⁠⁠ moment to act,‌⁠ while Fernan convinces‍‍‌ Yuli Linelt.

And‌​ through her, expose​​ to the public‌‍‌ what the second‍ prince and the‍‌ corrupt have done,‍‌‌ restoring the throne​​​ to its rightful​ heir.

In‌⁠ that process, preventing⁠ demon summoning and‌ eradicating the corrupt‌⁠⁠ infiltrated in the‌​ kingdom was only‌‌ natural.

“Thus,⁠‍ in the Kingdom‌⁠ of Linelt, a king will rise‌‍⁠ who hates demons​⁠ more than anyone.”‌⁠

In​ a world on‍ the verge of​​ war against demons,⁠‌⁠ nothing could be‍⁠ more reassuring.

Of​​‍ course, in the​‌ meantime, the treasures‍ stolen from the‌⁠ royal stores and⁠‌‌ intended for demon⁠ summoning would end⁠ up in Fernan’s‍⁠ hands.

“And‍​⁠ think about it.‍⁠ This wasn’t prepared‌​​ in a day‌‌ or two. Can‍ you imagine what​‌ that vile corrupt⁠ will feel when‍ his whole plan‍ crumbles?”

“That‌‌ would be satisfying.‌‍ Alright. But can‌⁠‌ you really convince⁠‌ the princess?”

“Of​‌‍ course.”

Fernan​⁠ pulled a letter⁠⁠ from his chest.​​

“One‌⁠ of the two⁠⁠⁠ conditions she asked⁠‌‍ for has already‍⁠‍ been fulfilled.”

“Which⁠ one?”

“We’ve​​‌ discovered where the‌​‍ first prince is‍​ being held.”

“The‌​​ first prince—I already‌‍ know what happened⁠​​ with him. It‌‍​ caused quite a stir across the‌⁠​ continent. Then, is​ that also…?”

“Surely⁠​ the work of⁠‍​ the corrupt. Although⁠⁠ for now, that’s‍ just my deduction.”⁠​​

But​ it wasn’t just‌⁠ a deduction—it was‍ what the book⁠‌‍ of prophecies had​‌ revealed to him.‍‍‍

He⁠ was certain.

“And​ the other condition?”‍‍⁠

“That’s​ right here too.”⁠⁠​

“Here?”‍⁠

Fernan​‍ silently turned his⁠ head. Everyone followed‌ his gaze.

“Eh?‌​‍ Me?”

Aint⁠‍ looked confused.

***‍

There‌⁠⁠ was another banquet.​‍

Or⁠ rather, she had‍ called it herself.‍‌

Yuli‍‍‌ Linelt looked at​ the crowd filling‌⁠ the ballroom and⁠⁠ sighed.

She⁠ had organized another​‌ masquerade ball to‌ keep up appearances,‌ but there was⁠⁠ no sign of‌ Fernan.

‘When⁠⁠‌ will he come?’‌‍

It​ seemed like he​‌⁠ would arrive soon,​‌ but after two‌‍‍ more banquets, he‍​ still hadn’t appeared.⁠‍

‘What​⁠⁠ proof is it​‌ that he has?​ I hope he‌⁠⁠ brings news of​‌​ my brother.’

It‍‌ had been years‌ since the last⁠‌‌ time she saw⁠​‍ the first prince.⁠‍⁠

After‌⁠ the scandal he‌‌‍ caused, he was​‍‍ confined to an‍‌ annex palace by​ the king’s order,⁠‌ and when the‌‍‌ second prince took​ over as regent,‌⁠ he was moved​​⁠ to an unknown⁠‌ location.

The​ problem was, no‌⁠​ one knew where.‍⁠

“Don’t‍ try to find⁠​ out. I told‍⁠‍ you, didn’t I?‌​ Live peacefully as‌⁠⁠ the kingdom’s princess,‍⁠ and nothing will⁠ change.”

“And‍ if you don’t​ want to see‌‍ your beloved brother​ die, you’d better‍‌ obey.”

Even⁠ when she asked⁠⁠ the second prince⁠⁠ directly, she only⁠‌‌ received threats in‌⁠‌ return.

A demon. He was⁠​ a demon. She‍​ couldn’t believe they​‌⁠ shared the same⁠‌ blood.

“I‌‌ need a bit​​ of air on⁠‌​ the terrace.”

“Yes,⁠‍​ Your Highness.”

The‌‍​ wine she had​‌​ drunk without stopping‌ had gone to‌⁠ her head. She‍ needed fresh air‌​​ to clear it.​⁠⁠

“Don’t‍‍ let anyone in.”⁠‍​

“Yes,​‍ Your Highness.”

While‍ she gazed at​ the moon from‍‌ the terrace—

“Been‍ a while, princess.”‍

The​‌‍ voice she had⁠ longed to hear​​ sounded behind her.⁠

“…Fernan‌⁠​ Pellenberg?”

“That’s​⁠‍ right, Your Highness.”​‍

“Coming‍‌⁠ to see me‍⁠​ again must mean​ you’ve brought the⁠⁠ proof of trust⁠​⁠ you promised, haven’t​‍⁠ you?”

“Of‍‌‍ course, Your Highness.”‌

“I’m‌ intrigued.”

Fernan‍⁠‍ pulled out a map and handed⁠⁠ it to her.⁠⁠‌

“I​⁠ discovered where the‌​ first prince is⁠​⁠ being held.”

“……!”​

“He’s⁠‍​ not in the‍​ best place, but⁠ at least he’s‌‌ alive.”

“Is‌​ my brother really​ here?”

A tear slid down​​​ Yuli’s cheek. Realizing⁠​ it, she hurried‌‌‌ to wipe it‌ away.

“…How⁠ embarrassing.”

“I⁠​ understand. Though I have a ten-gold-coin‍ handkerchief, if you​‌ want, I can‍ sell it to‌⁠‌ you.”

“…What?”‍⁠‌

“Just⁠⁠ a joke. Today,‍⁠‍ I’d like to‌⁠​ introduce you to‍ someone.”

“Someone?”‌

Fernan​​ stepped back. A man who had⁠‍‌ been behind him‍‍ stepped forward.

“Your​‍‌ guard has changed?”‍

“He’s‍‌⁠ not a guard.”​

At‍‍⁠ Fernan’s signal, the‌‌​ man removed his‌‍ mask.

His⁠‍⁠ red hair slowly​ turned into a brilliant gold under‍ the moonlight. His‍ brown eyes seemed‌ infinitely deep.

“An‌ honor to meet⁠⁠ you, Your Highness.”⁠​‍

The⁠⁠ man bowed his⁠‌‍ head.

“I’m⁠ Aint Armian. I’ve​‍ heard much about​ you from senior‌‌‌ Fernan…”

“…You‍ look like a hero.”

“…Huh?”⁠

“Nothing.‌​⁠ Then, are you‌ really Aint Armian?”⁠​

Aint‍ Armian.

The‌ hero who had‍‍ hunted countless corrupts‌ and even demons.⁠​ The natural enemy‌ of demons.

Yuli’s⁠‍‍ heart was pounding.‍​

To⁠‍ make sure that‍ this lifeline was⁠⁠ really made of‌‍⁠ gold, she examined​ Aint’s face carefully.​‌

The⁠‍​ same face she‌​‍ had seen in‌‍ the newspapers.

“…Handsome.”⁠

Yes,‍​ it was him.​⁠​

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