I Became the Genius Bastard of a Noble Dark Clan – 151

Chapter 151

Episode 151

Marquis Langham did not answer.

“Do you have anything more to say?”

[Haha, none. Then I will proceed as you said, so please wait for good news.]

The doll disappeared as suddenly as it appeared.

The eyes of the Marquis of Langham, now alone, became cold and silent.

Infinitely deep.

Like the abyss of the depths.

A voice filled with madness flowed out.

“…It’s all my father’s fault that I became this monster.”

* * *

As Christian arrived at the Marquisate of Schuppen, a strange-looking carriage was moving north.

It was a carriage drawn by the headless ghost horse, Phantom Steed.

The only one who can handle the Phantom Steed with such amazing spectacle is a necromancer from the ‘Death Spirit Maga’.

This means that those riding in this carriage are from the Four Kings Castle.

“I’m sick of this. I have to do this kind of grooming stuff.”

[Hehe, please bear with me. Normally, I wouldn’t have used a carriage like this, but I have to transport ‘stuff’.]

“‘Things’, Ira.”

The shaman muttered in a strange tone.

[Yes, it is something that my master, Merhen, has been looking forward to.]

Inside the carriage sat a doll that had previously conversed with Marquis Langham.

Even more surprising is the presence of a being lying bound in front of the doll.

It was Ashed.

“Ugh, ugh.”

Ashed writhed with fear in his eyes, but was unable to move due to the black magic spell.

[Shh. Keep quiet and enjoy the remaining time. Even being so purely terrified is only possible when your ego remains intact. Now that you’ve become a doll, even your ego is no longer yours.]

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“…Anyway, you sorcerers are truly evil.”

[This is not a story you want to hear from necromancers who love evil spirits and corpses like lovers, is it?]

The black-robed shaman who was wielding the Phantom Steed chuckled.

“That’s true. Just now, looking at this guy, I was thinking that I wanted to make him into a Death Knight.”

[Hehe, don’t even think about it. It’s a precious ingredient that I’ve finally obtained.]

“You were originally a candidate for the Grand Duke of the Dark Magic? Oh, how strange it turned out. Well, the fate of the bloodlines of the prestigious families who lost in the competition is all similar. When you think about it, being born as a blood relative of the prestigious family is not worth it.”

[This is even more so when looking at the bloodlines of the Blood Sword Maga. The fate left for the bloodlines of the family that became prey is extremely tragic.]

“Heh heh, now that I think about it, I remember our family’s elder creating an undead from the true bloodline of the Blood Sword Maga. If I could use the Blood Sword Maga’s Archduke Idrine as a material, I could create the strongest immortal undead by making it neither dead nor alive.”

[Archangel Idrine will be used as a material in our Cursed Maga, so please pay attention.]

“Well, I wonder what will happen. Our commander has no intention of giving up materials as valuable as Idrinne. From Idrinne’s perspective, it would be better to die, regardless of whether it’s our commander or your curse.”

It was when I was yawning and chatting pointlessly.

WHACK! BUZZ!

Suddenly, an arrow flew and pierced Phantom Steed’s body.

The spirit of Phantom Steed was blown away by an arrow imbued with powerful magic energy, turning into smoke.

“!!”

[!!]

In an unexpected surprise attack, a man in black robes, a doll, came out of the carriage.

A very beautiful black-haired woman was looking at them, aiming her bow.

[Oh. Who is this? Someone unexpected is coming to see me off.]

“Do you know him?”

The shaman tilted his head and asked the doll.

[You are the first princess of the Dark Maga. Your name is really pretty. Was it Yurian?]

As the doll said, the one who appeared was unexpectedly Princess Yurian.

[Did you come to save Prince Ashed? It’s a tearful story of family love.]

The doll’s mask was torn in two, forming a smile.

[By the way, what happened? It seems like you came alone. Isn’t that a bit reckless?]

“…….”

[We have no particular reason to treat you like a princess. Are you prepared to be put in a terrible situation?]

The doll’s owner, Merchen, is in a honeymoon relationship with Margrave Langham, but that doesn’t mean she needs to respect his daughter, Yulian.

The commander of the nearby Commander Maga also thought the same.

“Good. Let’s hand that girl over to our commander Maga. We’ll use her as experimental material. I was already curious about what would happen if someone with dark magic was turned into an undead, so this is good.”

[Haha, that’s difficult. A body like that can be used quite usefully even in our cursed Maga.]

“You guys already have one. Hand that one over to us.”

A conversation where they never thought they would lose.

It was natural.

The level of Yurian that can be seen on the outside is only the top among the four stars.

On the other hand, both of the Four Kings were five-star powerhouses.

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To be exact, the necromancer is a 5-star medium.

Merchen’s doll was the ninth numbered messenger, so it was weaker than the third numbered doll Chris had encountered, but it was still able to exert power equivalent to that of a 5-star lower numbered doll.

Picking a fight with those people was like putting your head in the tiger’s mouth, but Yurian’s eyes showed no sign of wavering.

He just looked at the two with indifferent eyes.

“Is Ashed still alive?”

[Hehe, I’m alive. But is that important to you right now?]

“It doesn’t matter.”

Yulian nodded quietly.

“It is my job to kill Ashed with my own hands.”

[!!]

The two men of the Four Kings frowned at the unexpected story.

[Hmm, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it doesn’t matter.]

“Stop talking and deal with it. It’s annoying.”

The shaman yawned and waved his hand.

Woof.

A multi-magic circle rose in the air, summoning the evil spirits of Gehenna.

As expected of a 5-star black magician, they were powerful evil spirits.

“I need to use it as experimental material, so don’t touch its body, just destroy its mind.”

The evil spirits rushed towards Yurian with eerie commands.

It was a moment when countless waves of evil spirits were about to sweep away Yulian, as if she was being swept away by a strong wave.

An unbelievable change occurred.

Paat.

A ray of light flashed from Yurian’s body.

At the same time.

Whoosh whoosh!!

A huge blast of flames erupted, engulfing the surrounding area.

Surprisingly, the flames oxidized the intangible bodies of the demons. They screamed as if they were paper engulfed in flames.

[!!]

“Wh, what?!”

After the flames died down, an even more unbelievable sight emerged.

A large phoenix appeared behind Yurian and flew up with its wings spread wide.

It was a phoenix that no one who had mastered magic could ever recognize.

“Blood, Phoenix? What?”

He was the highest spirit of fire.

That wasn’t all.

The wind blew.

A heavy wind began to blow around the shaman and the doll, as if a storm was approaching.

And the wind wolf appeared next to Yurian.

“Bah, even the highest-level wind spirit, Ariel Wolf?!”

The shaman shouted as if it was nonsense.

“Huh, how can a princess of the Dark Maga use the power of the union, spirit magic?!”

There was a reason they reacted this way.

Because spirit magic was a power that only very special people in the Crusade Alliance could use.

“This is not the power of light.”

“What, what?”

“Take a closer look at my spirits.”

The shaman and the doll looked puzzled.

Now that I think about it, there was something strange about the summoned spirits.

It was not pure flame and wind, but a pitch-black darkness.

Just like a spirit of darkness.

“Is this the power of the Obyaku? Oh, no, they are not like the dark spirits that the Obyaku use. They contain darkness, but they are spirits of light.”

It was clearly a spirit of light, but it held darkness.

Something incomprehensible.

In that moment, the shaman’s eyes widened as he realized the truth.

“S, no way… you are… a corrupted…?”

“Up to there.”

Yulian interrupted.

“It’s not important to you guys who are going to die soon anyway, right?”

“!!”

“Let’s finish this quickly.”

At the same time,

Flames and wind swept over the two as if they were running wild.

* * *

The surrounding area was reduced to ruins.

The two of the Four Kings did not even leave behind proper corpses.

It was an overwhelming victory over two five-star players.

It means that Yurian’s power is equivalent to that of a 6-star.

In the first place, it was only possible for a 6-star master class spirit master to summon two top-tier spirits at the same time, so it was natural.

‘I did have a doll, but since I asked ‘him’ to take care of it, I don’t have to worry about my identity being revealed to the Four Kings.’

An incomprehensible story.

Information confirmed through the doll is immediately shared with its owner, Merhen.

But is there anyone who can stop that? Who is the ‘person’ that Yurian thought of?

Yulian approached the carriage.

Inside, Ashed was tied up miserably.

“You, Yurian… Me, me… please….”

Yurian looked down at Ashed with an expressionless face.

The moment Ashed feels ominous at Yurian’s appearance, which is completely different from usual.

“Honestly, I don’t have any personal regrets towards you, Ashed. Even though you’re a piece of human waste, there are many trash like you in the world.”

“You, Yurian…?”

“but.”

Phew.

Yurian stabbed Ashed in the chest with a dagger.

“Ugh, ugh…?”

Ashed opened his eyes wide, and Yurian spoke softly.

“So, it’s just because you were born with the blood of the Dark Maga.”

Phew!

Yurian brought down the dagger again.

More roughly.

He repeated the same actions again.

Blood spurted out, but it didn’t stop. Without even thinking about avoiding the spurting blood.

How much time has passed?

Yurian’s white clothes were completely soaked in blood, and the light in Ashid’s eyes went out.

It’s dead.

Clang.

The dagger fell and rolled on the floor, and Yurian let out a hollow laugh.

“haha.”

Tears flowed from Yurian’s eyes without any clear meaning.

As she clenched her teeth and turned her back, a voice suddenly came from the air.

[Are you okay? Poor child.]

“!!”

Yulian turned his head and saw a strange-looking figure standing there, his entire body wrapped in thin iron chains, seemingly out of nowhere.

Upon closer inspection, the chains were not simply wrapped around the body, but were intertwined, piercing countless times through the skin and bones.

A terrible sight.

The figure visible inside the chain was that of a woman of stunning beauty.

A strikingly beautiful appearance that seems almost inhuman.

Her pointed ears indicated that she was not human.

Fairy tribe, elves.

It was also a ‘high elf’, called the primordial elf, as seen from the jewel embedded in its forehead.

A top-tier sub-race comparable to the dragon race, with a lifespan of over a thousand years.

A high elf with her entire body pierced by iron chains. She looked incredibly strange.

The most striking thing was the color of the jewel set into the forehead.

It was not a bright light, but was filled with pitch-black darkness.

A woman who is a fallen high elf.

“I meet a great man.”

Yurian knelt down towards the woman.

“Demon King of the Clear Stream.”