Chapter 77 : The Identity of Discomfort
There was only one person who was calm in front of Rasia’s corpse.
“Burn him.”
The Emperor, who said the sa lines as in the original work, left the venue without another word.
Amidst the Imperial Family mbers who couldn’t understand what had happened, I was thinking different thoughts in front of the sa event, just like that day I first discovered that the original work had been advanced.
Still, can Ratel defeat Dito?
He won’t die.
Because even in the original work, he faces Dito who absorbs Rasia’s power.
At that ti, he narrowly defeats Dito and succeeds in invading the Imperial Palace.
The fact that the timing is 6 months early is the sa condition for both the guy and Dito.
I suppressed the anxiety tornting one corner of my heart and touched the table.
Why on earth did the guy die?
“After talking so boastfully, look at this state.”
Everyone’s gaze gathered at the voice coming from the seat of honor in the front.
The owner of the voice was the 4th Prince.
He, who had been looked down upon by Rasia all this ti, confidently took Rasia’s seat and sat down.
And as if to show off, he infused power into the Prasa.
It seed he wanted to show everyone who was the most likely candidate for the next Crown Prince.
Thinking that his actions were no different from an animal for soone who calls himself a god, I fixed my gaze on the table.
There wouldn’t be anyone here anyway who could defeat the current Dito Abalan.
His confident power, unknowing of such things even in his dreams, was infused into the Prasa, and bundles of light spread quickly along the table.
The bundle of light created by the guy’s Manis extended without hesitation and crossed half of the table.
……Was that guy’s power this strong?
Until now, in formal events where the hierarchy was already decided, no one tried to boast of their power in front of Rasia.
Since there was no opportunity to accurately asure the power of the other guys excluding the Emperor naturally, I hadn’t thought about it until now.
I wasn’t a scouter for combat power, and there was no need to do so.
The bundle of light created by the guy ca down along the inanimate object and got closer to .
However, the guy’s power couldn’t reach my seat and crumbled.
As the light scattered, things I had passed over casually floated in my head individually.
The Emperor’s power extended longer than described in the book and reached the lowest seat at the very end in the first ritual. The giant wolf Rasia showed at the hunting festival. And, Rasia who collapsed half a year earlier than the original work.
As I urgently blocked water leaking here and there, the huge question I had passed over knocked on my head again.
Why did Rasia Abalan have a seizure faster than in the original work?
What ate away Rasia’s lifespan was the power circulating inside his body.
Doesn’t the fact that his lifespan decreased an that his power beca too strong?
-The power of this world you entered ran wild greatly. Of course, I thought you were the owner of the prophecy.
El’s muttering words that passed by fleetingly increased my anxiety further.
Until Rasia vomited blood, the only thing different from the original work was my existence.
The elents floating in my head gathered in one place.
What if I touched the power of the world as I ca to this world?
I don’t know for what reason, but what if that touched the power of the Imperial Family mbers?
……Then how much stronger has Dito beco compared to the original work of the sa ti period?
Inside my spinning head, exclamations of those marveling at the 4th Prince’s Manis rang out from here and there.
After that, the 4th Prince’s confident voice was heard a few tis, and the commotion subsided gradually.
I kept my seat quietly and stood up along with the Imperial Family mbers who were slowly standing up.
Over 10 siblings of Rasia were divided into two groups.
The group is going to watch his corpse and the group is leaving the room.
I mixed into the latter and left the formal dining room.
Walking neither too slowly nor too fast.
***
The one who sent out all those who made Rasia’s corpse a spectacle was the 1st Imperial Princess, ntil Abalan.
“For behavior in front of a brother’s death, it is too ugly.”
Because everyone had to leave the venue after glancing around at her pointed remark.
Saying she wanted to watch over her older brother a little more, she sent out even all the attendants who were inside.
ntil gently scanned Rasia’s pale and cold face.
Rasia, who would have spat out curses if he were alive, was just quietly closing his eyes.
“So I told you. To think about it a little better…….”
Her voice mixed with sadness and regret no longer reached Rasia.
“If you regret even a little, please grant my request.”
As if she didn’t expect anyone to remain, ntil was startled and raised her head at the voice suddenly heard from behind.
The owner of the voice revealed himself from the shadow of the pillar.
Black hair, black eyes.
It was the 7th younger brother who was no different from a nonexistent person inside her until recently.
***
Even if I jump into the fight between the 2nd Prince and Ratel right now, there is nothing I can do.
At most, interfering in between with the ability to transform into an animal would only result in a aningless death.
If the road is blocked, one must find another way.
I looked at ntil Abalan while hiding my nervousness.
“Seeing you skip the polite greeting and bring up the main point, it seems you feel a bit comfortable with now.”
She answered laughing.
It was fortunate.
At least she didn’t ignore my words.
Letting out a small sigh, I opened my mouth.
“I’m not comfortable, but the only person I can ask is you, 1st Imperial Princess.”
“I don’t know if that’s good to hear or bad to hear.”
Giggling, she continued.
“If you say ‘Kind older sister, please I beg of you’, I will think about it once.”
It was a playful face to the extent that the regretful expression she had in front of Rasia’s corpse seed like a lie.
It was a prank that Cellos would have run wild at, but I was nearly thirty and I had no ti now.
“Kind older sister, please I beg of you.”
At my serious request, her face subsided a little.
“If you are talking about Dito’s matter, there is nothing to worry about. He won’t covet you since you have no ability.”
It was a tone as if she already knew what I knew.
She must have read Rasia’s mind before he died.
Anyway, it seed certain that she held hands with Dito Abalan.
Even so, keeping her mouth shut must have been a rcy for the few blood relatives.
Just like she kept silent about Rasia dying at Dito’s hands, and kept her mouth shut even knowing that I was conversely saving Rasia.
“I didn’t co to ask you to save . I will pay the price if it’s a price.”
ntil opened her eyes wide.
“Now that I see, you ca to make a deal, not a request.”
No, considering her favor, this is a request.
“Please accept it as a last will.”
When I raised my head again and turned my gaze to her, her palm had co right in front of my eyes.
A voice was heard beyond her white palm.
“It’s a pity. If I knew it would be like this, I should have searched inside this black head thoroughly before getting attached to you.”
A brief confrontation continued.
The one who broke the silence first was ntil.
She opened her mouth as if whispering.
“……I am not a sister rciless enough to let my younger brother die. I will let you at least preserve your life as much as you want.”
That was a truly tempting proposal.
It was also not a bad option to aim for an opportunity while receiving her protection for the ti being rather than blocking Dito right away.
Because there was such a thing as a way to survive inside a book where the protagonist disappeared.
***
Duke Piteos observed the confrontation between Dito and Ratel with a tense look.
Prince Dito stared at the black-haired uninvited guest who appeared suddenly.
Ratel’s golden eyes faced him without wavering.
Dito’s hardened face relaxed little by little.
Although he was raising the corners of his mouth, Duke Piteos thought it was a bit different from the 2nd Prince’s expression he had seen until now.
What the glistening eyes contained looked like elation, and also like anxiety, and sohow that didn’t match the usual him mixed with leisure and contempt.
These thoughts of his receded as Dito opened his mouth.
“I’m curious. By what ans will you take everything of mine?”
There was no need to add words like 'how dare soone like you'.
Although he was in a position receiving help from Ratel, Duke Piteos also thought so.
Because Ratel’s appearance opposing an Imperial Family mber was too insignificant.
Although he didn’t understand exactly what mysterious ability he had yet, the current him was just an individual with a single sword.
In front of an Imperial Family mber who had the world under his feet, he looked infinitely small.
“Easy.”
But why?
Watching him tilting his head and speaking arrogantly like that, the thought that such things didn’t matter crept up.
Ratel lifted his finger.
“First, pride.”
A bead of light was created again at the tip of Ratel’s finger.
The sphere the size of a fingernail gradually grew in size.
Since it was infinitely small compared to the things Dito made, it didn’t look that intimidating.
Dito raised the corners of his mouth without taking his eyes off it.
“If you an to break my pride with that petty show of strength, it’s disappointing.”
“Does sothing like this beco sothing to boast about for you?”
Ratel’s answer, as if pathetic, was sothing definitely worth touching his temper, if not his pride.
“If what you are doing right now isn’t a childish show of strength, then what on earth is it.”
“Watching you being scared.”
Once again, the expression disappeared from Dito’s face.
“I am not scared.”
As Ratel moved his arm, the object, now the size of a fist, slowly approached Dito.
“Is being pushed back earlier because you were blown by the wind?”
Dito lowered his head and checked his two feet.
And the mont he confird it, he realized that it had beco exactly as Ratel said.
As if mocking Dito, the sparkling sphere vanished in front of him.
“You don’t need to check. Because it’s true that you are scared.”
The mont the blunt answer ended, a whip of fire flew towards Ratel.
But it only cut the empty air where Ratel was standing.
“I told you it’s easy.”
Dito turned his body to the voice heard from behind.
He pointed at Ratel with his finger as if he wouldn’t give him a gap to dodge.
A fla like a well-sharpened arrow headed towards him, but it didn’t hit Ratel.
Dito summoned more arrows.
It was enough to eliminate any corner to dodge.
The mont Ratel, who reached the end of the room, paused, an opportunity ca to Dito.
He, heated up to the limit, spewed out flas.
The summoned flas poured towards one place all at once.
After that, a fierce attack giving no ti to rest followed.
More, more, more.
A little more, he had to burn that guy completely.
Dito’s fla beca a pillar and wrapped around Ratel.
The fla that soared to the ceiling, which wasn't stone, reached the roof, and the fire spread, causing materials to start falling.
To avoid that, Duke Piteos dragged his right leg and stuck his body to the wall of the room.
The Duke saw the 2nd Prince losing his composure like that for the first ti.
He was the 2nd Prince who had an exceptionally pleasant and gentle character even among the Imperial Family mbers.
He, who always wore a pleasant smile to the point where it was hard to find him not smiling, was now running wild as if he didn’t care if everyone in the capital focused their attention here.
Dito’s eyes glistened, fixed on the blazing fla.
‘He must be dead by this point.’
However, Dito’s expectation missed again as the fla, burning with the montum to burn without leaving even bones, split in half.
Along with that, a sword that struck in grazed Dito’s neck narrowly, and a stream of blood flowed.
Dito lowered the hand that was clutching his neck and stepped back.
The vivid cut mark had disappeared.
“Ha! Where did a guy like you co from?”
Wiping the blood on his hand, Dito asked, unable to hide his excitent.
“Think of it as falling from the sky. You guys believe things like that, right?”
Ratel answered roughly, extinguishing the embers on his clothes.
The burns he suffered on his face and hands had disappeared before anyone knew.
Does that an that side also possesses sothing like Manis after all?
……Then who is stronger?
Dito did not miss Ratel, who was calmly taking a stance, pulling out the sword supporting his body from the floor and stumbling once.
Elation and simultaneously sprouting anxiety made Dito’s head dizzy.
He needed overwhelming power to kill the guy.
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