Chapter 139

Chapter 139

Translator: Yonnee

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Though he looked as if he was marching onwards to the tower, Adrian was frozen in place. Albert sauntered towards the man.

His sword touched Adrian’s chin, and the thin ice surrounding Adrian’s body melted in an instant. The vision before his eyes melted as well, then he let out a rugged exhale.

“Huuk…”

Albert recited in a clear voice.

“Please watch.”

It was obviously a threat towards Rosteratu. In his perspective, the prince seemed like the grim reaper.

“You bastard!”

Adrian wasn’t too much in a daze that he would miss an opening in the other man’s defenses. He swung his sword at Albert’s throat, however, Albert sidestepped the attack in an instant.

Adrian’s sword was too slow for him. Even as an opponent in the battlefield, he couldn’t land a single strike. There’s one reason as to why Albert had undone the spell, and this was to maximize Rosteratu’s fear.

In one fluid, circular motion, Albert’s sword slashed down Adrian’s body. Seeing this, Rosteratu backed away.

“W-What is this…”

Rosteratu fell backwards. Only then did he realize that he could move again. He didn’t know what that devil was doing, but it didn’t seem to be working on him.

“Ah, no. I’m purposely allowing you to move.”

As if he read Rosteratu’s thoughts, Albert murmured indifferently.

He leaned his head over at an angle, and at this, a deep shadow was cast upon his face. And in that shadow, which resembled the dark night sky, two red gleaming orbs could be seen. Albert smiled languidly.

“Is this not like the hunt that you like so much?”

His cruel smile was enough to freeze Rosteratu.

“…Y-You…”

“Run away. You never know—you just might be able to escape and survive.”

And immediately after that, Rosteratu fled, running between the frozen soldiers. Wiping the blood that splattered on his face, Albert slowly followed after him. His sword was flung through the air.

Mercy’s spell made it so that they were seeing something else along that trajectory. To those under the influence of her spell, Rosteratu and Albert would look completely different.

When Rosteratu could run no more, he stopped and gasped for air, looking back at Albert while trembling.

“Uh, uuuh…”

“It would be much too boring if the hunt ends soon, right? This, too, is something you’ve taught me before.”

Albert’s eyes curved beautifully.

“Come, now. Run.”

Albert crooned delightedly to the older man. Rosteratu further sank down on the floor on his knees, clasping his hands together as he begged.

“P-Please spare me. I’ll let you be the king. Just, please, spare my life. Please! I’ll give you everything you want!”

“I didn’t know I’d have to personally perform this spell as well.”

As Albert whispered something under his breath, Rosteratu’s feet suddenly moved by themselves.

“U-Uaaahh!”

He turned away from Albert and began to run through the crowd once more. However, all he could see were frozen soldiers.

“You know, what I was worried about was how I might kill you as soon as I saw that face of yours. But I guess we don’t have to worry about that.”

With his eyelashes lowered as he murmured gracefully, Albert smiled brightly.

Oh, how long has he been waiting for this moment.

He would savor this very, very thoroughly. Until Rosteratu would be trampled under his feet while the older man would cry and cry until he lost his voice—that he’d rather die than go on.

Albert’s fingers moved. Then, he completely disappeared from that spot.

While he watched Rosteratu run wildly away, at the back of his mind, he thought that he didn’t want any marks left on himself.

‘What if Rosé sees a mark later.’

Once again, Rosé was quick-witted in that regard.

The staggering Rosteratu continued to run. Following the path that Albert had created, it’s clear that he was heading away from the tower and towards the forest.

To a place where no other human being was around.

Albert stared at the tower for a moment. He didn’t realize it, but the tower’s door was closed now. Mercy was obeying his orders as expected. Rosé wouldn’t even be able to come out.

Rosé said that she also knew how to use magic, and that’s why she also offered her own help. But in the first place, in a game like this, Rosteratu already didn’t have any chances of winning.

And Albert knew that Rosé would be afraid of him if she saw him like this. That’s why he made sure that she would never witness this.

Confirming that Rosé didn’t come out of the tower, Albert gave Mercy the signal to dispose of Adrian’s body. This was so that Rosé wouldn’t be surprised when she’d come out later.

His languid gaze now grew sharp. The image of a pure man of God suddenly turned into that of a monster.

Albert tore off his cravat. Letting out a low breath, he soon followed leisurely after Rosteratu.

From the very start, it’s clear who the winner was.