Chapter 87

The Marquess Family's Magic Genius - Chapter 88 (87/324)

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Thud!

Roll.

The head of the senior knight soared into the sky.

A satisfied smile crept onto my face as I watched it.

'Nice shot.'

Craft, who had cleanly beheaded Helson, now started to press another senior knight. Even if two of them attacked, their necks were cut; it was no surprise that one would meet the same fate.

Craft, who had beheaded two senior knights, joined Leonhard.

“Gasp!”

The neck of the knight who was pushing back my bodyguard disappeared in an instant.

Perhaps due to the screams of their comrades from behind, the movements of the six knights who were dealing with Jacob and Malon began to show gaps.

It must have been because Craft was about to join them.

Of course, those experienced knights wouldn't miss such an opportunity.

Swoosh!

The gaps that appeared due to the divided attention.

Sharp sword strikes grazed the knights' bodies through those gaps.

“Gasp!”

Craft and Leonhard.

With Emeren joining them, the group approached, and the four fleeing senior knights quickly made a decision.

Jacob and Malon.

While the knights who were injured by the two old knights charged forward, disregarding death, the other four knights attempted to flee to the dais. Four senior knights were trying to escape.

'This will put the upper area in danger.'

I immediately looked at Craft, and he nodded in understanding.

“I'll go.”

“I'll go too.”

The one who spoke was Emeren, Duke's bodyguard. Leonhard seemed to stay to protect me and Ersiel.

“Please do. Sir Craft.”

I nodded at my words.

“Don't worry. I will definitely protect the head of the house and the first son. Let's go, Sir Emeren.”

“Yes.”

Thus, the two knights began to chase the four fleeing senior knights up to the dais. With this, the marquess and Abel would not easily be overwhelmed.

'Come to think of it... how did he originally die?'

Marquess Remton.

He received a fatal blow from his trusted son and was killed by the senior knights who gradually gathered on the dais.

This time, I had no intention of letting it happen.

By quickly joining Craft and Emeren, the upper area would likely continue the intense battle for a while.

During this time, I needed to maintain order in the lower area.

The two senior knights whose ankles were caught by the old knights were quickly put on the defensive.

With our group joining, the knights couldn't hold out for long.

In about three minutes, the old knights beheaded the two knights and lifted their heads.

“Put down your swords immediately! Or we will cut off your heads!”

Jacob and Malon.

The two knights shouted at the knights on Adolph's side.

The bodies of the senior knights.

Despite the sight of the bodies, no one put down their swords.

Even if the result was death, they continued to swing their swords at their opponents.

Well.

To show such loyalty even knowing they would die.

‘Ah, maybe it’s not loyalty?’

The knights were already completely brainwashed by Adolph, so it could have been due to coercion.

“These bastards!”

The two knights, roaring, charged into the battlefield.

Their swords were enveloped in white aura.

The situation was that all the high-level fighters on the rebel side had been eliminated.

As the two monsters rampaged, the knights' heads flew in all directions.

Massacre.

This was the perfect word to describe the scene.

* * *

On the dais.

There, four knights were entangled. At first, Adolph was continuously pushed back by Remton and Abel's attacks, but then a senior knight joined on the dais, and the two were pushed back.

From the outside, it looked like he was doing a decent job.

Nevertheless, Adolph's expression was as stiff as lead.

‘Damn it.’

Marquess Remton.

The head of the house's strength was beyond what he had imagined.

Bang!

Adolph frowned again as his attack was lightly blocked.

With his power unleashed.

His level had long surpassed Expert. This was possible because he was drawing power like a madman.

‘But why! Why can he block so calmly?’

Adolph's sword was already met by Remton's sword.

No matter how many times he swung his sword, he couldn't see a solution.

It was like swinging a sword underwater.

At least, it was fortunate that a senior knight joined and separated Abel.

‘When will they come?’

Adolph's heart began to grow anxious.

If he continued to draw more power, he might lose his sanity.

Great power comes with a great price.

When he first made the contract.

He was confident that he wouldn't draw more than a certain amount of power.

He wanted to be the king of the Celterion family, not a puppet.

However, the current situation was not easy.

By now, Baron Lewis, who should have joined long ago, was nowhere to be seen, and the other senior knights were delayed because their ankles were caught.

“...Adolph. What is the reason?”

Remton.

He asked quietly as their swords clashed.

“...What reason?”

“...Why did you accept that power? That power... will lead you to destruction.”

Adolph smiled faintly at the marquess's sad tone.

“It might.”

“...Knowing that, you still did it?”

“Living in someone else's shadow for life is far worse. I already knew. In my father's heart... the successor was already decided to be my older brother.”

“...”

“...So I have no regrets.”

Bang!

Adolph smiled coldly as he clashed swords with the marquess again.

“So, die here. My father and my brother, both of them.”

“...Even if the two of us die, your position won't be justified.”

“Don't worry. I'll take care of it.”

While talking and clashing swords.

Four senior knights climbed onto the dais.

Abel's eyes darkened at the sight.

He was barely holding off the senior knight he was dealing with.

Remton.

Although his skills were outstanding, with Adolph and four senior knights, it was hard to guarantee victory.

If the knights with monstrous power charged, the best outcome would be mutual destruction.

Abel, seeing Remton, said urgently.

“...Father. We need to retreat! We can't guarantee how many more will come!”

“...”

Adolph's senior knights.

If they all displayed such terrifying power, even the highest-level knights wouldn't easily shake them off.

The power they emitted was beyond imagination.

Adolph's expression brightened as the four senior knights approached.

‘It's done.’

Although their joining was unexpectedly delayed, it was still within expectations.

With them, he was confident he could overthrow the marquess.

The senior knights quickly ran towards Adolph.

Adolph's expression twisted as the knights urgently whispered something in his ear.

“Lord, it's a serious situation. Things are not good.”

“...What?”

“...We are being pushed back.”

Adolph's face showed confusion at the senior knight's words.

The variables were only three top-tier knights.

Could they have been defeated?

‘Three top-tier knights were pushed back?’

It was an unbelievable story.

The knights with their power unleashed were that formidable.

He naturally thought they had dealt with the top-tier knights and came to support him.

But they were actually defeated?

What could be the reason?

“...Why?”

Adolph's question was answered quietly by the knight.

“...A new variable has appeared. The fourth son. He has joined.”

“...Kyle? Is he the variable?”

Kyle Celterion.

The boy could break free from his control and help Abel.

But he was only a 1st Circle Mage.

Could his joining alone create such an impact?

It was an incomprehensible situation.

Another knight whispered quietly.

“The fourth son. The maid he brings with him has a power that is the opposite of ours. And... the fourth son is currently 2nd Circle. The magic he uses is not ordinary. He is supporting the knights with various spells, and the situation is rapidly turning against us.”

“...The other knights...”

“...They are likely dead. The situation was too bad, and we had to leave them behind.”

During this brief lull in the battlefield.

More people began to climb onto the dais.

“Head of the house! I'll go!”

It was one of the old knights, Craft.

Duke's bodyguard, Emeren, was with him.

The marquess's expression darkened at the sight.

“Emeren! What about Duke?”

“He moved separately!”

Emeren's expression didn't show that he had lost his lord. The marquess's expression showed relief.

It seemed his son had sent the bodyguard to help them.

The two charged at the knights on the dais.

Naturally, Adolph's knights began to fall back to deal with them.

“Get lost, you bastards!”

“Haa!”

As the four senior knights who had climbed onto the dais fell back, the situation returned to its original state.

Adolph, Abel, and the marquess, who were furiously clashing swords, began to feel increasingly anxious.

The situation would change dramatically depending on who climbed onto the dais next.

‘...’

Among them, Adolph was the most anxious.

He had drawn his sword, thinking he had a chance!

But the situation was not going well.

Grinding his teeth.

If the rebellion failed here?

There would be no future.

Even if they retreated, where could they go?

‘If we are pushed back...’

Even if they fled, they would become vagrants.

The crown that was within reach seemed to be slipping away.

It was a terribly disheartening feeling.

‘Abel...’

As the battle continued, more knights joined on the dais.

All of them were loyal to Abel. When the last two old knights and Kyle joined, the faces of Adolph and the five knights beside him darkened sharply.

The rebellion.

They instinctively realized it had failed.

The only hope was the 5th Legion, but the 5th Legion, which should have entered the inner castle long ago, had not yet appeared.

There was definitely a problem.

“Adolph! The traitor, put down your sword!”

“There is no more chance of victory!”

Jacob and Malon, who had surrounded Adolph and the five knights, pointed their swords at them.

The knights surrounding them.

Adolph, looking around, smiled bitterly.

“...To die as a reward for loyalty. I'm sorry.”

“...No, my lord.”

“...We will die together.”

‘...’

Surrender?

It was already too late.

At this point, it was better to face death than to raise the white flag.

The determination in his eyes, the five knights nodded simultaneously.

Soon, explosive energy flowed from their bodies.

Great power!

They were willing to disregard their lives for power.

Among them, the one emitting the strongest energy was Adolph, standing in the center.