Chapter 88

The Marquess Family's Magic Genius - Chapter 89 (88/324)

89

‘He’s decided to die.’

Adolf and the five senior knights.

Without a second thought, they were pushing their power beyond their limits.

If they could just withstand this one assault, the battle would be over.

Crack!

Snap!

Soon, the bodies of the five knights began to gradually collapse.

Their skin melted away, and their eyes flickered like burning flames.

It was as if they were transforming from humans into something demonic.

The sight caused Remton’s expression to contort in horror.

“Adolf! Stop it!”

The Marquess shouted loudly.

Despite his urgent cries, the aura emanating from their bodies grew increasingly intense.

It seemed they had no intention of engaging in further conversation.

Even if he surrendered now, there would be no future for the boy.

The only place for him would be a cold, dark cell. Perhaps he had decided to fight to the bitter end rather than surrender disgracefully.

“Ersiel, get ready.”

At my words, she nodded.

As the malevolent aura grew stronger, the Marquess, with a stern face, raised his sword at them.

“...Everyone, prepare for battle.”

Adolf had long since lost his human appearance, and the same was true for the five knights who had followed him to the end.

It was too late.

Everyone realized this without needing to be told.

“What...”

From the three old knights with stern faces to the knights under Abel’s command, everyone raised their swords at the boy.

Although they raised their swords, the knights on the platform seemed unsure of what to do next.

Adolf, before he rebelled against the Marquess, had been a fine successor who had dedicated himself to the family.

Even a despicable act could feel like the truth after ten years.

‘What should I do?’

Should I cast a spell first?

After a moment’s consideration, I shook my head.

If I did, I might become their target, which could be quite troublesome.

The current Adolf was a monster that no one but the Marquess could match.

Monsters should be dealt with by other monsters, right?

After all, birds of a feather flock together.

Ersiel, with a stern face, used one of the effects of the necklace she wore.

It was the Guardian of Nature.

Perhaps because she had released the accumulated elemental power, her face began to regain its color.

Soon, the spirits floating around her cast buffs on her.

The eight people enveloped in white light were:

Marquess Remton,

The three top-tier knights,

Finally, me, Abel, Leonhard, and Emeran. All of them were either elite personnel or people related to me.

Indeed, blood is thicker than water.

The light was so bright it hurt the eyes.

It was probably due to the increased elemental power.

The effect of the light was immediate.

The discomfort caused by the malevolent aura subsided, and the dizziness from overusing magic was cooled.

The active mana was a bonus, and the same was true for those who received the light.

“Phew...”

After casting buffs on the eight of us, she swayed.

She had been continuously casting buffs on the knights, and this time she used a multiple buff.

Her elemental power must be running low by now.

She had performed her role excellently.

“Ersiel?”

“Yes, young master.”

“Go to the back and hide. They might target you first. It’s an order.”

Ersiel was a talent who was a natural counter to the monsters.

If she stayed close, she might be their first target.

She nodded at my firm tone.

“Yes.”

Ersiel moved to the back, slipping between the knights.

She should be safe there.

“Young master.”

“Hmm.”

“You must stay behind me. The aura of the second son... is not at all ordinary.”

I nodded naturally at Leonhard’s words.

With nearly a hundred knights gathered on the platform, I wouldn’t be crazy enough to lead the charge.

I planned to stay well hidden at the back.

“Don’t worry about me, just be careful. It looks dangerous. Try to assist Father as much as possible.”

“Yes.”

The transformation of the monsters was almost complete. Black skin, a height of 2.5 meters, which was unbelievable for a human, burning red eyes, and horns sprouting from their foreheads.

Tsk.

They’ve completely lost it.

Abusing power to this extent results in such a form.

A monster devoid of reason, craving blood.

That’s all they are now.

Further conversation was unnecessary. Instead of speaking, I circulated mana.

Haste, Sharpness, Mental Cleansing.

Finally, a fire-attribute enchantment spell.

I cast support spells on the elite personnel one by one.

Whether they were top-tier knights or Sword Masters, these buffs would naturally make them stronger.

With the buffs from me and Ersiel, the elites gained confidence that they could win.

“...I will... kill you all.”

Adolf, seemingly having lost his reason, began to move with eyes full of slaughter.

He no longer had a sword.

His five sharp claws.

He aimed his clawed hands at the knights and charged at them.

Marquess Remton.

He seemed to have prepared himself mentally.

With a determined look, he charged at Adolf, sword in hand.

At the same time, his sword, enveloped in white light and flames, clashed with the monster’s claws.

Bang!

The clash of the two monsters was followed by the collision of the Marquess family’s knights and the monsters’ minions.

“I’ll finish all of you!”

Craft, Malon, and Jacob.

The three knights, buffed up, each took on a monster. The remaining two were swarmed by intermediate and senior knights.

Despite the overwhelming strength of the monsters, the knights were not critically injured.

They had used their numerical advantage to share the attacks.

‘We’re winning.’

No matter how powerful Adolf and his five friends were, they couldn’t withstand the sheer number of opponents.

Even the Marquess alone was evenly matched with Adolf.

With the buffs, the odds were even better.

He wouldn’t be easily overwhelmed.

‘Maybe I should join in now.’

The first target I chose was the monster surrounded by senior knights.

The mana in my circle began to rotate busily.

* * * * *

The first to fall was one of Adolf’s minions. With a group of at least intermediate-level knights charging at him, he couldn’t hold out.

Even if he squeezed out all his strength, there was a limit.

Especially with my magic added.

One.

Two.

As the monsters near Adolf fell, their bodies turned to dust.

The monsters died without leaving a trace. While there were casualties, most were intermediate knights.

Groan.

Seeing future forces die like this made my heart ache.

These were talents I would need to rely on later.

Sacrifice was inevitable.

As the knights died, the monsters near Adolf also turned to dust one by one.

In the end, only the final monster remained on the platform.

Adolf.

The monster, filled with dark aura, was launching a fierce attack on the Marquess.

“Lord of the House! I will help!”

Craft’s offer was met with a shake of the head from Remton.

“...I will handle it.”

Was it because he was his son?

It seemed Remton wanted to deal with him alone.

Perhaps he wanted to send his son to his final rest with his own hands.

‘He will win.’

If he insisted on a one-on-one fight and it seemed he couldn’t win, it would be different, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

The Marquess was moving a step faster than the fully powered Adolf.

Even the tough skin was powerless against his sword.

Sss!

With each slash, black blood dripped, slowly melting the marble floor.

It seemed to be acidic blood.

The knights looked horrified.

The second son.

They realized he had become something completely different from a human.

I felt the same way.

‘This isn’t even like an alien.’

I had seen it a few times, but it never got any less strange.

As the monster’s body accumulated more wounds, the dark aura began to seep out.

The black aura slowly leaked out.

Over time, the monster’s movements began to slow.

Marquess Remton.

This man was a monster.

Even though he had lost his reason, the current Adolf was a monster on par with a mid-level Sword Master.

But in front of the Marquess’s sword, he was like a child.

Decades of experience and matured skills.

These were things the monster Adolf didn’t have.

“...”

Storm Sword Technique, Fourth Form.

The sword technique the Marquess activated was incredibly meticulous and powerful.

The monster, being hit directly by the attack, must be feeling the taste of death.

His sword slashed through the monster’s defenses, mutilating its body dozens of times.

As the strength drained, the red in Adolf’s eyes began to fade.

...G... r... o... a... n...

A groan, almost inhuman, escaped his throat.

It was a terrifying low sound, but the Marquess’s eyes were filled with sorrow, not disgust.

“...Adolf.”

...D... i... e... s...

“...”

He probably had no intention of sparing him.

Seeing him like this, anyone would think it was too late.

The Marquess was not a fool.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel sorrow.

The Marquess and the monster faced each other.

The moment was brief.

Thud!

Suddenly, a sword infused with aura was embedded in the monster’s heart.

...G... r... o... a... n...

Snap!

Snap!

Soon, cracks appeared all over the monster’s body, as if it were shedding its skin.

Sss...

The fragments of his body began to turn to dust and scatter into the air.

The body was free, but the soul was not.

If the game’s setting was correct, death was not eternal rest but the beginning of suffering.

Thus, Adolf’s body turned to black dust and slowly disappeared.

The Marquess pulled his sword from Adolf’s heart.

“...”

After staring at the sword in his hand for a while, the Marquess quietly said to the knights on the platform.

“...Clean up.”

Despite successfully suppressing the rebellion, Remton’s eyes were red.

Black blood dripped from the sword he held, as if it were tears.