Chapter 979

               

“Kahaha!”

Ogram looked up at Raon and burst into laughter that seemed to shake the very ground.

“As expected of Raon! Pulling off the impossible!”

He nodded grandly, impressed by the results that exceeded his expectations.

“Hoo…”

King Lecross exhaled, gazing at the revitalized royal capital.

“To think he’d actually restore everyone’s minds.”

He scanned the people who had regained their original expressions, his chin trembling slightly.

“That’s not all.”

Xanthos swallowed hard, placing a hand to his ear.

“He said he would save those possessed by the Archangel, but instead, he made them praise him. Who knew such a thing was possible…”

He blinked blankly, watching the Balkan citizens singing Wrath’s Hymn.

“How is something like this even possible?”

Xanthos frowned, unable to believe what he had witnessed.

“It’s unbelievable even when you see it.”

Chamber chuckled softly, as if agreeing.

“I never imagined those childish lyrics could become such moving music.”

She nodded, admitting that while the lyrics were still childish, the melody made her want to sing along.

“To think something like this is possible without magic… I want to dissect… I want to examine it…”

Larian clasped her hands together, licking her lips with a chilling eagerness.

“Huh?”

“What did you just say…”

Ogram and Lecross turned to Larian with startled expressions.

“That crazy bitch is serious…”

Chamber clicked her tongue, dumbfounded.

“If you mess with them, you’re dead too, got it?”

She bared her teeth, still sucking on her lollipop, warning her not to even think about it.

“It’s the-the song. Not the people, the song…”

Larian shook her head, wanting to dissect the song that had dispelled Raphael’s charm and instead instilled vitality.

“Khuhum!”

Glenn, regardless of what others were saying, simply beamed, unable to hide the trembling corners of his lips, overjoyed by Raon’s accomplishment.

He was the very image of a doting grandfather.

“See? If you believe, he always delivers.”

Burren brushed his hands off, as if he had never doubted it for a moment.

“But I don’t want to sing that song…”

Martha shook her head, declaring she would rather die than sing that song with her own mouth.

“Me neither…”

Runaan squeezed her eyes shut, agreeing that she couldn’t bring herself to sing that song either. It was a rare moment of agreement between the two who were always bickering.

“I’ve served Raon for a long time, but that song is a bit…”

Even Dorian couldn’t bring himself to sing Wrath’s Hymn, pulling out earplugs from his belly pouch to block out the sound.

“It certainly seems to be a matter of taste.”

Even Mark Gorton, who revered Raon as a mentor, let out a low groan.

“Huh? I like the song. Now that I listen to it, the lyrics are good too?”

Krein tilted his head, saying he liked both the song and the lyrics.

“……”

The swordsmen of the Light Wind Palace blinked blankly, surprised that Krein, who usually gave Raon the most trouble, was honestly enjoying it.

“…I can’t stay like this either.”

Ogram clenched his fist, his eyes filled with a newfound determination.

“What do you mean?”

King Lecross narrowed his eyes, looking at Ogram.

“Raon is going above and beyond for the Five Kings. During the Black Tower War, and again today. But I’ve been leisurely recovering my strength, using danger as an excuse.”

Ogram slapped himself on the cheek, disgusted with himself.

“I intend to restore my original strength by any means necessary. I can’t keep leaving everything to that young man.”

He bit his lip, determined to try various methods, even if it meant using soul-shocking spells.

“I want to tell you to ‘stay put and don’t do anything stupid!’ but…”

Chamber chewed on her lollipop, shaking her head.

“I can’t say that. Because I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

She gritted her teeth, saying that she couldn’t waste time when Raon was working so hard to create a song like that.

“I’ll try to heal the wound in my Upper Dantian as quickly as possible. I’ll even look into forbidden techniques. I don’t want to see Raon die.”

Chamber nodded, wanting to recover her strength not for her own sake, but for Raon’s.

“So, you help too.”

She jerked her chin towards Larian.

“Y-you’re really asking me?”

Larian’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Yeah.”

Chamber sighed briefly and lowered her eyebrows.

“Then it’s not my fault if you die?”

Larian curled his red lips into a smile, his eyes gleaming with a chilling light. It seemed his personality had shifted again, now that something interesting had come up.

“Sword Emperor Raon Zieghart. I wondered if that title was premature, but it seems almost insufficient. His caliber is different from anyone I’ve ever met.”

Xanthos nodded, admitting that he had no choice but to acknowledge Raon.

“Kheuhum!”

Glenn, proud of Raon for changing even the Five Kings’ minds, covered his mouth and coughed repeatedly.

However, he couldn’t hide his flushed cheeks and earlobes, which were burning as if about to explode.

“Are you that happy?”

“Lord is always happiest because of Young Master Raon.”

Sheryl and Roenn smiled softly, watching him. (T/N: Insert Rimmer…)

Whooooosh.

Unlike the royal capital, where a majestic military song that shook the heavens and the earth was echoing, warm smiles and firm convictions were blossoming beneath the royal castle.

* * *

-Damn it!

‘Be quiet.’

Raon silenced Wrath, who was cursing, and checked the messages again.

[The Demon King’s Hymn has spread throughout the continent.]

[All stats have increased by 10 points.]

[Military Song <Demon King’s Eulogy> has been created.]

[The grade of the trait <Resistance to Light Attribute> has increased.]

[The grade of the trait <Authority Manipulation> has increased.]

‘Not only all stats, but Authority Manipulation and Resistance to Light Attribute also increased.’

Was it because he erased Raphael’s Divinity?

It seemed that the grades of those two traits had increased because he had used Wrath’s Authority to erase Raphael’s Divinity.

‘Should I check the contents of Demon King’s Eulogy?’

<Demon King’s Eulogy>

A song praising the Demon King of Wrath. Originally a childish tune that no one would sing, it has been revived as a powerful military song thanks to a singer and director with unparalleled talent.

Those who sing this song before the Demon King of Wrath will gain resistance to Divinity for one hour, and their physical and mental abilities will also increase.

‘Huh…’

Raon chuckled in disbelief after reading the description of the military song <Demon King’s Eulogy>.

‘Is this for real?’

In reality, even if you sing a military song, it only raises morale a little, and there are no physical changes.

But Demon King’s Eulogy actually enhanced physical and mental abilities and even provided resistance to Divinity.

‘And for an hour.’

There was a restriction that it had to be sung in front of Wrath, but the fact that it lasted for an hour was an absurdly broken ability.

-A childish song that no one sings! This bastard!

Wrath gnashed his teeth as he read the first paragraph of Demon King’s Eulogy.

‘Calm down. It just means your song is good.’

Raon patted Wrath’s head, which had turned bright red.

-Kkeueueu….

Wrath clutched his head and let out a low groan.

-Still, the ability is worthy of a song praising this king. If even that was terrible, I would have really gone after them!

He seemed to like the fact that it was a song that could strengthen not only himself but also everyone in the Light Wind Palace.

-Haa, I feel strange.

Wrath shook his head, saying he felt good and bad at the same time.

‘I’m sure you do.’

Raon chuckled and nodded.

‘It’s good that your song is being sung and the Light Wind Palace members are getting stronger, but you don’t want me to get the rewards… huh?’

He narrowed his eyes as he waved his hand at Wrath.

‘What is it?’

He felt as if his soul was surging greatly as people sang Yua and Olga’s song. It wasn’t just because of the effects of the military song.

‘Could it be…?’

Is the caliber of my soul growing?

As people sang Demon King’s Eulogy, the caliber of his soul was rising, and his Mental World was expanding.

It wasn’t expanding greatly, but his soul was growing little by little.

‘Could it be…?’

Raon looked down at the royal capital and swallowed hard.

‘Is this the effect of people singing Wrath’s Hymn?’

If he thought about it, that was the only reason. Wrath’s Hymn was affecting this world, and his soul and Mental World were growing.

-Nooooooooo!

Wrath seemed to have noticed the change in himself as well, rushing towards him.

-Why is your soul growing when they’re praising me!

He screamed, saying it didn’t make sense.

-This damn… huh?

Wrath, who had been grinding his teeth hard enough to break them, widened his eyes.

-It, it’s coming to this king too!

He nodded, saying that the emotions conveyed by Demon King’s Eulogy were reaching his soul.

-Yes. That’s right! That’s how it should be!

Wrath nodded vigorously, saying that it was right for him to become stronger.

‘Hmm, but I think I’m getting more?’

Raon shook his head, comparing the caliber that was being transferred to Wrath and the caliber he had obtained.

-Exactly! Why are you eating more! No, the fact that you’re eating at all doesn’t make sense!

Wrath frowned, asking why he was interfering in a song that praised him.

‘Is it because I’m your master, so we share?’

-Who’s the master! You crazy human!

‘No, it’s because I feed you….’

-Shut up!

He snarled, telling him not to talk nonsense.

‘Just kidding.’

Raon shook his head, rereading the description of Demon King’s Eulogy.

‘It’s probably because I acted as a medium to convey your song. Honestly, it was a song that no one would sing.’

-Hmm….

Wrath averted his eyes, as if he couldn’t argue with that.

-Certainly, that kind of song wouldn’t have been created without you.

He nodded, admitting it.

‘It’s not just me. We wouldn’t have even tried it if it weren’t for those two.’

Raon bowed his head to Olga and Yua, who were slowly opening their eyes after finishing the song.

Even though the two had stopped singing, Demon King’s Eulogy continued to echo in the royal capital, growing his soul.

He would never have received such rewards if Yua and Olga hadn’t been with him. He sent them a message of gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

-You say that, but you’ll probably just let it slide without giving them anything.

Wrath snorted, saying he could see right through him.

‘Of course, I have to reward them.’

Raon smiled and shook his head.

‘Whatever they want.’

He applauded Yua and Olga as they returned, vowing to grant them whatever they truly desired.

“Young Master!”

Yua grinned, as if asking if she had done well.

“Ugh!”

On the other hand, Olga gnashed her teeth, her complexion as dark as death.

“I think you just need to get hit a little.”

She roared, reverting to her past self as a violent saintess, and charged at him.

‘Huh?’

-You can’t dodge!

Wrath smirked as Raon tried to dodge.

-You said you’d grant her wish!

Wrath shook his head, gesturing for him to stop.

-Just take it! You bastard!

* * *

Raon erased all the traces of Raphael that remained in the Balkan royal capital and came down from the tower.

“It’s all over. Everyone will be fine after sleeping for a day or so.”

Raon waved his hand, saying there was no need to worry anymore.

“You’ve worked hard! Well done!”

“The results are better than expected. I didn’t think you’d be able to heal everyone at once.”

Ogram and Lecross nodded.

“There’s really nothing you can’t do. Are you not a wizard?”

Chamber chuckled in disbelief, patting her own arm.

“C-can I record the song?”

Larian licked his lips, asking if he could play the song one more time.

“I’m sorry, but if I do it one more time, I might die.”

Raon shrugged, pointing to the fist marks on his forehead and around his eyes, left by Olga.

“W-well done.”

Glenn grabbed Raon’s shoulder, his voice trembling with excitement. His hand was shaking too.

“It’s nothing.”

Raon shook his head, saying it was the power of Yua and Olga, not his own.

“Now we can really enjoy the festival.”

Chamber took out a new lollipop, suggesting they enjoy the festival until tomorrow and then end it.

“I’m sorry, but we have to leave first.”

Raon shook his head and raised his hand.

“Someone I know said they found a dragon, so I have to go back first.”

He nodded, saying that an urgent letter had arrived from Zieghart.

“Already?”

“So soon?”

“We haven’t found anything in the black market yet?”

The leaders of the Five Kings widened their eyes in disbelief.

“Yes. If I hadn’t known, it couldn’t be helped, but now that I know, I have to move immediately.”

Raon shook his head, saying there wasn’t much time.

“I think I understand now how you became so strong at such a young age.”

Xanthos smiled faintly, saying that he now understood Raon’s strength and achievements.

“Okay. I understand.”

King Lecross patted his shoulder, saying he had worked hard.

“The next time we meet, I’ll return as an adult who isn’t ashamed to stand before you.”

He waved his hand, saying they should meet again after he had fully recovered from his injuries.

“I’ll come out after I’ve erased all of this damn curse.”

Ogram smiled coolly, saying they would see each other again if he didn’t die.

“That’s right. I should stop showing my Hubae such a pathetic side.”

Chamber nodded heavily, as if she had been thinking a lot.

“The next time we meet, it will be after I’ve healed all the wounds in my Upper Dantian.”

She clenched her small fist, determined to recover her strength no matter what.

“I’ll be waiting.”

Raon smiled and bowed to the leaders of the Five Kings. He was a little pleased that his actions had influenced them.

“I’ll stay. I have to be here until the event is over.”

Glenn nodded, telling them to go back first. He had a long smile on his face, his cheeks flushed red, as if he was in a very good mood.

“It’s a shame, but we have to let you go right away.”

Chamber snapped her fingers, and a blue-tinged dimension opened, just like when they had come here from the Head of House residence.

“If you go inside there, you’ll find the Head of House residence.”

She waved her hand, telling them to see each other next time.

“Yes. Then.”

Raon bowed to the leaders of the Five Kings once more and gestured to the swordsmen of the Light Wind Palace.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes!”

The Light Wind Palace swordsmen followed him towards the dimensional gate with eyes full of pride in Zieghart.

‘…….’

Raon turned around before entering the dimensional gate.

‘The news should have been delivered by now. What kind of face will you be making?’

He looked up at the sky of Balkan, where the Archangel Raphael had descended, and twisted his lips into a smile.

‘Derus Robert.’