Chapter 811
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GOOOOOOOH!
Raon gathered Wrath’s anger into his palm, his eyes dropping toward the battlefield.
He had no intention of interrupting the fight immediately.
But the moment Darkhan’s life was in danger, he would unleash Wrath’s authority.
– N-No! You fool!
Wrath frantically grabbed Raon’s wrist with his tiny, round hands.
– That lunatic won’t listen to your silver tongue!
‘Even if I can’t talk my way out, I have an escape route. Don’t worry.’
Raon shook his head calmly.
– No, you idiot!
Wrath thumped his chest in frustration.
– That stalker doesn’t talk. She’ll just knock you unconscious and drag you to the Demon Realm!
His voice quivered with pure loathing as he turned to glare at Lust.
– Just look at how she talks to Darkhan! Do those sound like words exchanged by rational beings? No, they’re like two wild beasts!
Wrath furrowed his brows, declaring that both Darkhan and Lust were completely uncontrollable monsters.
‘It’s fine.’
Raon lightly tapped Wrath’s spiky blue hair with his fingers.
– Hmph! You’re just as crazy as them!
Wrath scoffed, snorting at the red flower Raon had located.
– At first, I thought you lost your mind searching for a flower, but now I know—you’re completely insane!
But as he observed the flower more closely, his expression shifted.
– Hmm… this flower is… unusual.
His eyes narrowed, analyzing it carefully.
– It’s lived longer than even the elves. It shares its life energy while absorbing the vitality of others.
Wrath smacked his lips.
– This flower is purifying the land itself. A true divine object.
His tail flicked, curiosity overtaking his previous panic.
– How did you find this?
‘Because the first Zieghart Patriarch planted it.’
Raon answered plainly before lifting his gaze toward the sky.
The barrier Lust had shattered was slowly repairing itself.
It was also this flower’s doing.
‘What was that man fighting against…?’
The first Zieghart Patriarch had said that this place must be the final bastion, and so he had planted this flower.
But what had he been trying to accomplish?
‘Is his battle already over? Or… is something bigger coming?’
Raon recalled the fierce red eyes of his ancestor.
There was a thousand-year chasm separating their times.
Perhaps, everything had already ended long ago.
But if his plans had continued this far, then a greater event was still looming ahead.
‘How do I find out—’
– HEY!
Wrath slammed his tiny fist into Raon’s head.
– What the hell are you doing?! The lunatic is about to collapse! Hurry and run!
Wrath’s tail fluffed up, his body trembling like a frightened cat.
– If Lust catches you, she’ll rip me out of your soul while you’re still alive!
‘No need to worry.’
Raon smirked, lowering his palm.
‘If everything goes according to plan, it’ll all work out. Probably.’
– PROBABLY?!
Wrath’s voice cracked.
– YOU SAID PROBABLY?!
He shook his head so violently that it looked like it might fall off.
– MY LIFE IS ON THE LINE!
‘That’s good.’
Raon grinned, raising his fist filled with Wrath’s energy.
‘Because I’m betting my life too.’
—
BOOOOOOM!
Darkhan staggered backward, gritting his teeth.
‘Breathing is getting harder…’
He could withstand physical injuries through sheer willpower.
But the soul wound from Wrath’s mental world—no amount of mental fortitude could stop it from eating away at him.
His strength was running dry.
‘What a waste.’
The female swordsman before him was among the greatest warriors he had ever fought.
It was clear she had dedicated an unfathomable amount of time to mastering her sword.
And yet, he wasn’t in peak condition to face her properly.
“Satisfied yet?”
Lust tilted her chin up, gazing at him.
“Speak. Where is Wrath?”
Her ocean-blue eyes sharpened, filled with unyielding determination.
“Wrath. Wrath, huh…”
Darkhan licked his lips as he recalled the azure entity he had encountered.
‘That was Wrath, wasn’t it?’
From the Dragon Lord’s reaction to the enormous soul he witnessed earlier, Wrath was undoubtedly a Demon King.
And the woman before him was the same kind of existence.
Most humans would have panicked, spreading rumors about what they had seen.
But Darkhan?
He didn’t care.
All that mattered was whether their swordsmanship was strong or not.
Even if Demons burned the world to ashes, as long as he could witness new techniques, he would be satisfied.
‘But…’
Not today.
Raon Zieghart.
That boy was different from any warrior he had ever seen.
Not Glenn Zieghart, the closest thing to a Sword God.
Not the Heavenly Demon, who displayed absolute power.
Not even the massive soul of the blue Demon King.
None of them felt as if they could reach Raon’s limits.
‘That’s why I want to save him.’
Lust’s obsession was too extreme.
It was akin to his own love for the sword.
If Raon was captured, the outcome wouldn’t be good.
“Not yet.”
Darkhan straightened his back, lifting his chin.
Blood surged up his throat, but he swallowed it down with a grin.
“I haven’t seen the end of your sword yet.”
“You’re persistent.”
Lust’s voice grew colder.
“If you just tell me where Wrath is, I’ll let you live.”
“I don’t like easy answers.”
“…Very well.”
Her eyes darkened as she gripped her extended flexible sword.
“I’ll leave you alive just long enough for final words.”
Her blade unfurled like a serpent, stretching in all directions.
The entire Holy Sword Alliance was now beneath her sword’s reach.
“Perfect.”
Darkhan let out a booming laugh, watching her attack close in.
Despite the deadly killing intent, all he could think about was how magnificent her swordplay was.
‘The pinnacle of illusion and transformation. How long did she practice to reach this level?’
Lust’s swordsmanship talent wasn’t particularly special.
But her effort?
Even he or Glenn couldn’t compare to that.
‘A beautiful sword technique. But…’
What he truly sought lay beyond this.
KWAHHHH!
Darkhan severed his connection to his Living Sword, turning his focus inward.
He drew forth the soul-forged blade from his Mental World, raising it against the endless storm of Lust’s whip-like strikes.
‘It’s the same.’
Just like the blue Demon King he had met before, this woman possessed a soul so vast he couldn’t see its end.
As expected, she was a Demon King.
‘And once again…’
Even in the face of an uncuttable soul, Darkhan’s smile did not fade.
‘This is a challenge!’
He thought of himself as a challenger, a warrior standing against the impossible, and swung his Soul-Severing Blade with full intent.
KWAHHHHHH!
A dark flash erupted from his grip.
His sharpened soul blade pierced through Lust’s sturdy mind and spirit, reaching toward her very essence.
SPLUUURCH!
Even as his body was sliced apart by her flexible sword, Darkhan kept swinging.
SSSZZZZZHHH!
But his blade, weakened by his wounded soul, failed to fully cut through hers.
Yet, because he refused to yield until the very last moment, Lust was still shaken—her body violently recoiling backward.
CRRRRACK!
Though her physical body was unharmed, a pink mist seeped from her back.
It was completely different from the aura she had been using before.
‘…Huh?’
Darkhan swallowed dryly as he watched the strange phenomenon.
‘What is this…?’
Pink was supposed to represent warmth and affection.
But the color rising from Lust radiated only horror and malice.
WHOOOOOSH!
Lust’s blue hair shifted into a light pink hue, and a massive malevolent presence engulfed the entire Holy Sword Alliance.
“Human…”
Lust exhaled heavily, revealing sharp white fangs.
“You’ve touched something you shouldn’t have.”
For the first time, she spoke without mentioning Wrath’s name.
Her voice was as cold as death, yet strangely hypnotic.
“You will become a slave who cannot escape even in death—oh?”
Lust had begun removing her robe, but suddenly, her gaze snapped upward.
She turned toward the mountains beyond the city, her lips trembling.
“…Wrath. Wrath!”
Her pink aura vanished in an instant, and she rushed toward the mountain without hesitation.
“T-That’s…!”
Rektor’s eyes widened in shock.
The place Lust was headed—
It was where Raon had gone just moments ago.
“Damn it!”
Rektor turned, forcing his battered body to move.
“There’s no need.”
Darkhan, who had collapsed onto one knee, shook his head.
“Neither of us can help there.”
He raised a weak hand, signaling Rektor to stop.
“Your grandson called that monster there himself. That means he’s prepared to deal with it.”
Darkhan’s lips curled into a small grin.
“So don’t worry.”
“…Even so.”
Rektor clenched his fists, his gaze locked on the mountain’s peak.
“I have to go. He’s my grandson.”
Pressing his lips together, he steeled his resolve and marched forward.
“That’s exactly what a grandfather should say.”
Martha stepped beside him, offering silent support.
“We’re going too.”
Burren nodded firmly.
“To the end.”
For once, Runaan’s voice was loud and clear.
“R-Raon probably doesn’t need us, but…”
Even Dorian hesitated before following.
“I see.”
Darkhan let out a weary chuckle, lying back on the ground.
“I really don’t understand anything outside of swords.”
He smacked his lips.
“…But that’s fine by me.”
(T/N: I don’t know but I really like Darkhan’s character.)
—
WHOOOOOSH!
Raon swallowed dryly as Lust landed before him.
‘Did she regain her sanity?’
A moment ago, she had been about to fully reveal her true form.
But the instant she sensed Wrath’s presence, she abandoned her rage and flew straight here.
Her obsession was terrifying.
“…Wrath?”
Lust’s lips trembled as she looked at Raon.
“Is it really you…?”
Her eyes were filled with both uncertainty and longing.
“So you’ve come all this way.”
Raon folded his hands behind his back, his aura wrapped in a calm, controlled Wrath—
Just like the Wrath he had seen in the Mental World.
– W-Why are you standing like that?!
Wrath gawked at him, dumbfounded.
“From the moment I first saw you… Something felt wrong.”
Lust clenched her fists as she recalled their eye contact during the battle.
“I’ve never instinctively looked at a human before.”
She bit down on her hand, trying to process the feeling.
“You’re really Wrath, aren’t you?”
“Believe whatever you want.”
Raon spoke in the same flat, indifferent tone Wrath used.
– KRRRRGH…
Wrath’s hands shook violently.
– This bastard is impersonating me again! But…
Wrath let out a twisted laugh.
– It won’t work on her.
Wrath clicked his tongue.
“Why are you in a human body?”
Lust’s gaze sharpened, her presence growing heavier.
It didn’t matter if Raon was Wrath or not—
She would take him regardless.
‘This is dangerous.’
Raon controlled his breath, suppressing his rapidly pounding heart.
He needed to continue the act without being caught.
“This body is my subordinate.”
Raon placed a hand on his chest, nodding lightly.
– I WOULD NEVER ACCEPT YOU AS A SUBORDINATE!
Wrath violently shook his head.
“A subordinate? You crossed into the human world just for one?”
Lust narrowed her eyes.
“Does a king’s duty change based on species or age?”
Raon’s eyes turned cold, mimicking Wrath’s stern demeanor.
“You were always that kind of king…”
Lust’s voice wavered as she let out a small, wistful laugh.
A moment of hesitation entered Lust’s eyes.
At the same time, her gaze filled with a deep, swirling desire.
– W-Wait a minute…
Wrath blinked, his expression turning slack with disbelief.
– S-She’s actually buying this?!
His round mouth gaped open.
– No, hold on! She’s NOT supposed to believe this!
Wrath trembled, realizing what would happen if she did.
“Wrath… I…”
Lust’s lips parted, her voice wavering.
She lowered her gaze as if she were a drenched kitten—vulnerable, fragile.
An unnatural warmth radiated from her.
A strange, creeping sensation rose inside Raon—
A desire to reach out and hold her.
‘Is this… Lust’s authority?’
Wrath had said she hated using her Demon King’s authority, so this had to be a subconscious, weaker form of it.
WHOOOONG!
Raon resonated his [Ring of Fire], dispersing the heavy pressure constricting his thoughts.
His mind sharpened once more.
– IDIOT!
Wrath glared, his expression filled with disdain.
– She didn’t even fully activate her authority, and you already wavered?! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!
His frustration boiled over, but—
‘Thanks for the encouragement.’
– IT’S NOT ENCOURAGEMENT, YOU FOOL! IF SHE TAKES YOU, WE’RE FINISHED!
‘Anyway.’
Raon took a slow breath, steadying himself.
“Did you follow me all the way here?”
“Yes.”
Lust nodded immediately, unwavering.
“I came here for you alone.”
Her blue eyes shone with absolute conviction.
“I searched all of Demon Realm. Then, before I knew it, I had wandered into the human world. I found traces of you in a dungeon—so I was certain you were here. It must be fate.”
She exhaled a single breath, her voice trembling with excitement.
‘…She really is a directionless idiot.’
She hadn’t intentionally followed Wrath into the human realm.
She had literally wandered here by mistake.
‘Then that dungeon must have been…’
The Loengreen Dungeon. (T/N: I think it was the place when they discovered that Wrath has a human (who became a ghost or something) follower. If I remember it correctly, it was the place where Raon interfered with Derus’ plan the first time.”)
Wrath’s past and present emotions still lingered there.
She must have sensed his lingering presence and tracked it here.
“Wrath. Come back with me.”
Lust reached out, her pale hand extended toward Raon.
“As long as you’re with me…”
“I have things to do.”
Raon, still imitating Wrath, shook his head.
“I will return when everything is finished. Do not rush me.”
“…Everything?”
A chill settled into Lust’s eyes.
The color of her gaze darkened.
She wasn’t asking for an answer.
She was waiting for an excuse to take him by force.
– I WARNED YOU!
Wrath shook his head violently.
– SHE DOESN’T ASK QUESTIONS TO GET ANSWERS! IT’S OVER!
He howled, slapping his own face in despair.
“Why do you chase me?”
But Raon didn’t waver.
He lowered his chin, maintaining his composure.
“Because…”
Lust froze mid-step.
“…Because I gave you the words you wanted to hear.”
Raon slowly turned his gaze toward her.
‘The answer is already there.’
Wrath had told him Lust hated her own authority.
She followed him because of something he once said.
If he reversed the logic, he could deduce their past conversation.
“Yes…”
Lust nodded heavily.
“You told me to be ‘myself’—not just a slave to Lust.”
Her voice shook.
“It was the first time anyone had ever said that to me.”
Her lips trembled with emotion.
“So come with me. Just as you once comforted me, I will comfort you this time! I will give you all of Demon Realm if you wish!”
She clasped her hands together, her spinning irises flickering with uncontrollable emotion.
Her excitement was boiling over.
‘She’s losing control again.’
If this continued, she’d snap completely.
– I TOLD YOU IT WOULDN’T WORK! YOU JUST MADE IT WORSE!
Wrath whined, shaking his head.
“You think I would be satisfied with something so trivial?”
Raon shoved Wrath aside, keeping his expression stern.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t want Demon Realm! I can give you whatever you desire!”
Lust bit her lip.
“I can’t hold it in anymore. Even if you resist, I’ll take you.”
Her voice quivered, but her intent was clear.
HUUUUUUUUH!
Lust’s eyes and hair turned pink.
The rosy hue, which should have been soft and loving, exuded a presence so suffocating it rattled his soul.
She was unleashing her true power.
“Do you know when this flower was planted?”
Raon activated [Ring of Fire] at full intensity, withstanding the storm of Lust’s rising lustful aura.
He pointed at the red flower at his feet.
“…….”
For the first time, Lust’s attention shifted away from him.
Her gaze landed on the red petals, her head tilting.
“I don’t know. It looks old, but I don’t care.”
She could tell the flower was no ordinary plant.
But she dismissed it as irrelevant.
“I planted this flower the year I first met you.”
Raon’s gaze softened, staring at the bloom.
“Ah…”
Lust’s rising aura collapsed instantly.
Her pink eyes dimmed—returning to blue.
“I-It’s true?”
Her voice shook with disbelief.
“See for yourself.”
Raon said it without the slightest hesitation.
His face remained blank.
His eyes, lips, and expression were all completely natural—as if he truly meant it.
“You… You planted it for me?”
Lust’s lips quivered.
Her hands covered her mouth, shaking.
– WHAT IN THE NAME OF—?!
Wrath howled, his chubby cheeks twitching violently.
– THAT FLOWER WAS PLANTED BY YOUR ANCESTOR!
‘The ancestor will forgive me.’
Raon winked at the sky.
This was all to escape the Demon King—surely, the first Zieghart Patriarch would understand.
– YOU FILTHY SCOUNDREL!
Wrath grabbed his own head, trembling in rage.
– You dare use your ancestor as a bargaining tool?! One day, you will face divine retribution—no, demonic retribution!
Wrath was on the verge of going insane, stomping his feet in frustration.
“This place was once barren and desolate, just like your heart. It took an eternity for life to return here.”
Raon furrowed his brows, recalling the pitch-black wasteland from his ancestor’s memories.
“You and I both need time.”
His voice lowered, his gaze dropping to the ground.
“When that day comes, I will find you first. Until then, wait.”
He solemnly nodded, reinforcing his words with a heavy pause.
– YAAAAAAAAH!
Wrath screamed, his voice cracking.
– WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?! I AM NEVER GOING BACK! I’D RATHER DIE!
He grabbed his own collar, shaking himself in absolute horror.
“……”
Lust shuddered, glancing between the red flower and the mountain brimming with vitality.
Her expression was full of conflict.
“…How do I believe that? You always ran away.”
She bit her lip, her voice filled with hesitation.
“This might be the only chance I’ll ever get…”
‘She’s wavering.’
Raon curled his lips, letting out a soft chuckle.
“Then let’s do this.”
He lowered his gaze and extended his left hand toward her—
Revealing Wrath’s Snow Flower Bracelet.
“Give me your authority.”
His voice rang clear.
“As proof of our promise.”
He lifted his chin boldly, asserting his demand without fear.
“Ah….”
Lust froze.
Her hands came together, her eyes welling with tears.
She had never heard words more beautiful.
For the first time, Wrath had acknowledged her.
‘She took the bait.’
Raon’s fingers curled into a fist.
Not only had he prevented Wrath from being taken, but he was also about to obtain Lust’s authority.
This was an outcome beyond perfect.
– W-Wait, what?!
Wrath stiffened, his entire body shivering.
– H-How did this work?!
He stared at Raon’s composed face, his pupils trembling.
– This is terrifying!
– There’s someone here even crazier than Lust!
(T/N: HAHAHAHA. It was a sweet but very funny moment. Raon, you truly are the god of scammers. )
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