Carrying the knight over one shoulder, Rayleigh borrowed the interrogation room here for a mont.
He tossed the man onto a chair, then slapped him twice without the slightest politeness, violently "rebooting" him.
The knight's face flushed red from the blows.
He opened his eyes, saw Rayleigh, and in less than two seconds rembered what had happened before he had been knocked unconscious.
He imdiately tried to reach for his sword.
"Looking for this?" Rayleigh asked, holding up the knight's sword.
When the knight saw his own sword in the enemy's hand, he froze.
The fact that he had been taken down without any ability to resist had already made the difference in strength clear, so he did not fight back.
That made Rayleigh raise an eyebrow.
"Looks like Ares Familia isn't entirely made up of idiots."
"..."
The knight was angry, but he did not dare show it.
He simply stared at Rayleigh in silence, waiting for him to state his purpose.
"Na?"
"Sarn."
"Hm?"
"Sarn... Brilandon."
"Do you know about Princess Eleonora—Aisha?"
"Her Highness?"
Although Sarn did not resist, he kept observing Rayleigh.
He was not so useless fool.
On the contrary, he had talent and had undergone strict training.
He was a promising rising star in Ares Familia.
Even in this situation, he wanted to pretend to obey and use that chance to extract information about the enemy and his objective.
But no matter how he thought about it, he never expected the princess's na to be ntioned here.
Through Sarn, Rayleigh learned more about Eleonora, including her background and experiences.
Because her mother had died young, her mother's forr patron goddess had beco like a foster mother to her.
But that mother figure had also been sent back to Heaven by Ares.
Before being sent back, she preserved Eleonora's ability values and set her Falna in a state where Conversion could be perford at any ti.
Because of that, the skill she had hidden was exposed.
And Ares had set his eyes on it.
This was practically another Welf.
Fate was truly strange.
To think Rakia Kingdom had produced both Eleonora and Welf at the sa ti.
If Ares truly gained control over both of them, a great war would inevitably break out in the future.
The Crozzo family was a bloodline despised by elves.
That was because Crozzo Magic Swords had once burned the elves' holand, reducing their forests to scorched earth.
They could unleash firepower in an instant comparable to great magic with an ultra-long chant, making them even more terrifying than elves, who were naturally gifted in magic.
If Ares obtained Crozzo Magic Swords, after a period of preparation, he would almost certainly attack the elves.
Add in the "many" heroic talents born from Eleonora as a breeding vessel, and the danger would be even greater.
The Crozzo family was practically the elves' natural enemy.
In the worst-case scenario, the elves would be defeated, losing their holand and even their freedom.
Ares would conscript and enslave them, turning them into Rakia's military force.
With the power of the elves, plus Crozzo Magic Swords, Ares would most likely turn his eyes to the dwarves and Amazons next.
And once the demi-human races on the surface had all been conquered by him, neither the Empire nor the great magical nations would be able to stop him anymore.
In the end, he might even gather the power of the entire world and launch an attack on Orario.
This chain of imagination might sound alarmist, but it was not impossible fantasy.
"Are you a suitor of Her Highness?"
"Hm?"
"I'm not." Rayleigh shook his head. "Strictly speaking, we've only t twice. We helped each other with a few small favors."
"Small favors... Don't tell that night..."
Halfway through speaking, Sarn suddenly realized he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly shut his mouth.
That night?
Rayleigh instantly thought of the day Eleonora had been kidnapped.
The Great Cathedral.
A place like that, with knights guarding it, had been invaded by three n who had even successfully kidnapped the princess.
No matter how one looked at it, that was far too absurd.
At the ti, Rayleigh had not been interested, so he had not investigated the matter deeply.
But now it seed that must have been a plan carefully arranged in advance.
"The person who hired those three n was also your employer?"
Having stumbled upon an unexpected clue, Rayleigh asked out of curiosity.
Sarn remained silent.
Seeing that, Rayleigh had no intention of forcing a confession. He simply drew the knight's sword.
The mont Sarn saw him draw the blade, he panicked.
"Wait, I'll tell you—"
Before he could finish, Rayleigh had already swung the sword down and killed him.
He was not that interested anyway.
Casually tossing away the bloodstained sword, the boy murmured, "In the end, I don't really care that much."
Whether it was Sarn or Ymir's group, none of these people deserved sympathy.
Killing them did not place even the slightest burden on Rayleigh's conscience.
It was no different from killing the scum of Evilus.
...
When he walked out, he saw Lulune waiting for him with a troubled expression.
"What's wrong?"
"Sigh."
"You'll understand once you follow ." The beastman girl complained, "Aaaah, I'm so unlucky. After all that effort... the guy who built this hidden passage was seriously annoying."
Rayleigh followed the irritated girl underground.
The so-called hidden passage turned out to be an underground route that stretched from beneath this building all the way outside the city.
But after walking only a short distance, a wall appeared in front of them.
The girl pointed at the wall in frustration and said, "This is what I an. The path is blocked!"
The beastman girl kicked it and it did not budge at all.
"It's insanely solid!"
Lulune spread her hands helplessly, showing that she had no solution.
Rayleigh raised his hand and knocked on the wall.
Forget an echo, even the sound of knocking against it was absorbed.
That proved this wall was extrely thick.
"I searched everywhere and couldn't find the chanism."
The beastman girl scratched her ears and cheeks in distress.
"Mm."
After thinking briefly, Rayleigh placed his palm against the wall and said, "Move back a little."
"Huh?"
Lulune froze.
The next second, Rayleigh directly loosened his upper garnt, letting it hang around his waist.
The Reiatsu bursting from his body imdiately snapped the girl back to full awareness.
'This guy... don't tell he's planning to break the chanism?'
Rayleigh closed his eyes and gathered the Reiatsu within his body.
Then he rearranged the Reishi.
'Hirenkyaku.'
Lightning-like spiritual energy erupted.
At the sa ti, he activated Blut Arterie, the opposite of Blut Vene, an ability that greatly increased attack power when striking.
He combined one-inch force with sword pressure.
Before obtaining [Gif Blessing: Minor], this might have required a long period of research, but now, even though the idea had co to him on the spot, several different powers rged together as naturally as water flowing downhill.
It would work.
In the vacuum space less than 0.01 milliters between his palm and the wall, he completed an instant acceleration.
From Rayleigh's palm, a terrifying impact enhanced by multiple layers of power was released.
Shhh—
Green smoke rose from Rayleigh's palm.
His other hand gripped the wrist of the hand he had used to attack.
Lulune clutched her ears, completely stunned.
After Rayleigh pulled his hand back, she leaned forward and stuck her head into the wall.
The reason she could do that was because Rayleigh's attack had not destroyed the entire wall.
Instead, it had opened a circular hole in it.
The edge of the hole was so neat that it looked like the result of industrial cutting.
The part that had been struck had been directly vaporized, without leaving even the slightest fragnt behind.
After asuring it, Lulune discovered that the wall was more than 1.3 ters thick.
'Hey, hey.'
'Was this for real?'
'The person who built this thing was already insane enough, but being able to do this "barehanded" was even more ridiculous.'
'Hephaestus Familia's Yōtōsai really was one terrifying monster!'
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