After leaving the castle, the road to the Occult Society was smooth.
Although some occasional spirits and corpses would rush in without knowing the topic, they became the daily food of the magic stone as soon as they gathered.
“Is this the Occult Society?”
“Yes.”
Simone wiped away her cold sweat as she looked up at the building of the Occult Society, the source of all evil she had only heard of.
The way here was smooth, but it was quite difficult to use mana without rest.
She's been working so hard all day today that she probably won't be able to get out of bed for a while after everything is done.
But there really isn't much left.
Now all they have to do is storm in, destroy everything, find the curse, and lift it.
If they can get there, there will be a conclusion, whether this broken world is revived or ends.
“Let’s go.”
Simone spoke in a rough tone and walked without hesitation.
The entrance to the conference was blocked by a tall iron gate.
Louis and Geneon looked at Simone at the same time. The building they were about to storm was locked.
Simone, of course.
Kkwaddeuk! Kwaang! Teeing!
Well then, that's right. Louis nodded silently.
The tightly closed door was shattered by one of Simone's mana attacks and flew far away.
“Whew, let’s go now.”
“Simone.”
Geneon called her over.
“Don’t let your guard down from here on out. This is the stronghold of the Anasis believers, so they will definitely be aware of the danger of an invasion.”
"I know."
From here on out, they might not be able to finish by shooting mana like they have so far.
Those who would do such an absurd thing to revive just one Anasis must be quite crazy, and there must be quite a few powerful people involved.
“It’s finally time for me to step forward.”
Louis stepped forward with his sword in hand. He doesn't know about the intangible spirits, but the ones here are either humans or demons.
Louis was an opponent who could handle it well.
If the opponent is one that the sword can hit, he will definitely win, regardless of whether they are demons or not.
“Then I will concentrate on finding the curse.”
They entered the building, keeping a close eye on the surroundings.
Simone looked around.
The sight seen was far from ordinary.
A black corridor that seemed to represent the black mana of a necromancer. In the dark corridor, candles were lit here and there, barely enough to see ahead.
And it was so quiet. It seemed like the sound of breathing, footsteps, and even the sound of her heart pounding were all there.
The silence was so unnatural that she wondered if the noise had been blocked out on purpose.
'A curse? No. It's not a curse.'
There is definitely something unnatural about it, but it doesn't have the air of a curse.
However, the hallway is too long to be considered a curse. No matter how large the Occult Society building is, is it possible to have a hallway this long that you can walk endlessly?
When everyone was holding their breath and just continuing to walk.
“It’s strange.”
Finally, Louis was the first to speak. Simone ran her hand over the wall.
"I know."
“There’s no way the Occult Society could be this defenseless. It’s ridiculous that no one stopped us from the entrance to here.”
Louis said, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword as if he was anxious.
“It’s clearly a trap.”
"There is."
"...Yes?"
Louis, who had been looking around with wary eyes at the sudden voice, looked at Simone.
Simone's eyes were glowing red in the darkness. Simone whispered so quietly that only Louis could hear.
“There are three on the ceiling and four on the wall.”
Louis glanced at the ceiling and moved a little closer to Simone.
“Are they human?”
"Yes."
Shh. Louise smiled wickedly and drew his sword.
"Atlas."
"Uh?"
Simone looked embarrassed and distanced herself from Louis.
Why do you look so excited when you have to fight from now on?
Although he has a rather bad personality for a Crown Prince, Louis is a person with a good personality despite his bad personality.
Simone had seen Louis get irritated and whine before, but she had never seen him smile so wickedly.
Simone was perplexed, but Louis actually had a good reason for being so.
Leaving aside the fact that s
But what about Louis?
All day long, he was worried about Simone and took care of Jace.
In fact, it had not been long since Louis had personally witnessed the deaths of his father and those around him.
The opportunity to get revenge finally came to him.
“Simone, please stand back. If they can hang on a wall, they must be quite the physical force.”
Simone quietly stepped back and wrapped mana around Geneon and herself.
“Why don’t you come out now?”
Louis looked up at the ceiling. In an instant, the quiet space was filled with the sound of footsteps.
Tada dada
Louis immediately deflected the man's sword and retreated, then dove in close to him and cut him and the others behind him down with a single sword strike.
“Ah, aaaahhhhhh!!!!!”
The man fell to the ground, blood gushing out in the path of the sword. The problem was that he was so surprised by the sword that he let his guard down and quickly created an opening.
“There is a limit to how much you can ignore me.”
The masked men who were watching this flinched and stepped back.
Experience gap? In terms of years of experience holding a sword, Louis is definitely less experienced than them.
But when discussing the difference in experience, what matters is not the number of times or years of experience holding a sword, but 'how many extreme battles have you fought and survived'.
From that perspective, no one among them has more experience than Louis.
Louis helped Simone with her work and occasionally joined Abel's group to fight in various battles.
Somehow, his comrades' battles, which they had approached with a light heart, turned into fights worth risking their lives for, so Louis became accustomed to close combat and even gained some enlightenment.
As a result, he came to possess unbelievable skills for a Crown Prince of a country.
And now Louis is so angry that he can't see anything.
“Where did all those guys who rushed at us earlier go? They’re all scared. Come at us all at once. We don’t have time, so we won’t die nicely.”
'Hey, what's going on?'
Simone shivered in horror. His cold face, covered in the blood of his enemies, was like that of a demon.
Although some occasional spirits and corpses would rush in without knowing the topic, they became the daily food of the magic stone as soon as they gathered.
“Is this the Occult Society?”
“Yes.”
Simone wiped away her cold sweat as she looked up at the building of the Occult Society, the source of all evil she had only heard of.
The way here was smooth, but it was quite difficult to use mana without rest.
She's been working so hard all day today that she probably won't be able to get out of bed for a while after everything is done.
But there really isn't much left.
Now all they have to do is storm in, destroy everything, find the curse, and lift it.
If they can get there, there will be a conclusion, whether this broken world is revived or ends.
“Let’s go.”
Simone spoke in a rough tone and walked without hesitation.
The entrance to the conference was blocked by a tall iron gate.
Louis and Geneon looked at Simone at the same time. The building they were about to storm was locked.
Simone, of course.
Kkwaddeuk! Kwaang! Teeing!
Well then, that's right. Louis nodded silently.
The tightly closed door was shattered by one of Simone's mana attacks and flew far away.
“Whew, let’s go now.”
“Simone.”
Geneon called her over.
“Don’t let your guard down from here on out. This is the stronghold of the Anasis believers, so they will definitely be aware of the danger of an invasion.”
"I know."
From here on out, they might not be able to finish by shooting mana like they have so far.
Those who would do such an absurd thing to revive just one Anasis must be quite crazy, and there must be quite a few powerful people involved.
“It’s finally time for me to step forward.”
Louis stepped forward with his sword in hand. He doesn't know about the intangible spirits, but the ones here are either humans or demons.
Louis was an opponent who could handle it well.
If the opponent is one that the sword can hit, he will definitely win, regardless of whether they are demons or not.
“Then I will concentrate on finding the curse.”
They entered the building, keeping a close eye on the surroundings.
Simone looked around.
The sight seen was far from ordinary.
A black corridor that seemed to represent the black mana of a necromancer. In the dark corridor, candles were lit here and there, barely enough to see ahead.
And it was so quiet. It seemed like the sound of breathing, footsteps, and even the sound of her heart pounding were all there.
The silence was so unnatural that she wondered if the noise had been blocked out on purpose.
'A curse? No. It's not a curse.'
There is definitely something unnatural about it, but it doesn't have the air of a curse.
However, the hallway is too long to be considered a curse. No matter how large the Occult Society building is, is it possible to have a hallway this long that you can walk endlessly?
When everyone was holding their breath and just continuing to walk.
“It’s strange.”
Finally, Louis was the first to speak. Simone ran her hand over the wall.
"I know."
“There’s no way the Occult Society could be this defenseless. It’s ridiculous that no one stopped us from the entrance to here.”
Louis said, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword as if he was anxious.
“It’s clearly a trap.”
"There is."
"...Yes?"
Louis, who had been looking around with wary eyes at the sudden voice, looked at Simone.
Simone's eyes were glowing red in the darkness. Simone whispered so quietly that only Louis could hear.
“There are three on the ceiling and four on the wall.”
Louis glanced at the ceiling and moved a little closer to Simone.
“Are they human?”
"Yes."
Shh. Louise smiled wickedly and drew his sword.
"Atlas."
"Uh?"
Simone looked embarrassed and distanced herself from Louis.
Why do you look so excited when you have to fight from now on?
Although he has a rather bad personality for a Crown Prince, Louis is a person with a good personality despite his bad personality.
Simone had seen Louis get irritated and whine before, but she had never seen him smile so wickedly.
Simone was perplexed, but Louis actually had a good reason for being so.
Leaving aside the fact that s
he hadn't done much despite having been holding a weapon all day, isn't it actually a miracle that Louis has remained sane up until now?
Simone had been beating her soul all day so she had somewhere to vent her anger, and Jace had been crying and was now passed out so he could at least vent his emotions.
Simone had been beating her soul all day so she had somewhere to vent her anger, and Jace had been crying and was now passed out so he could at least vent his emotions.
But what about Louis?
All day long, he was worried about Simone and took care of Jace.
In fact, it had not been long since Louis had personally witnessed the deaths of his father and those around him.
The opportunity to get revenge finally came to him.
“Simone, please stand back. If they can hang on a wall, they must be quite the physical force.”
Simone quietly stepped back and wrapped mana around Geneon and herself.
“Why don’t you come out now?”
Louis looked up at the ceiling. In an instant, the quiet space was filled with the sound of footsteps.
Tada dada
The sound of light jumping was heard from all directions and he spun around.
How much time had passed like that? The black-masked figures that had been hanging down came pouring down like rain.
'It's much more… threatening than I thought.'
Simone welcomed them without even blinking.
People in black masks rushed towards Simone at a rapid speed as if falling.
Simone frowns and tries to strengthen the mana wrapped around her body.
Louis leaped in front of her and blocked the beast's sword instead.
“Hey. That won’t do. How dare you turn your back on me?”
The man's eyes wavered as he faced Louis.
Blonde hair, soft impression, long sword, and luxurious clothing. The man thought he had seen him somewhere.
'Crown Prince.'
Although he has never met Louis in person, his impressions of him are widely known in occult circles.
Crown Prince Louis and the woman with black hair behind him is Simone.
The man holding the dagger put a little more strength into his hand.
They were told to capture Simone the moment she was seen, so they could deal with her later, but the Crown Prince's skills are not as bad as they thought.
Even though it was a duel between a long sword and a short sword, Louis' sword was blocking his sword without any trembling or effort.
'It might take longer than I thought.'
But no matter how good Louis' swordsmanship skills are, those here are combat personnel from the Occult Academy who specialize in assassination and combat.
Above all, the number of experiences is incomparable to that of the Crown Prince.
If time goes by, the Crown Prince will eventually kneel.
“You must be good at it, huh?”
"...What?"
At Louis's sudden words, the man stopped thinking and glared at him. Louis smiled leisurely.
“You turned your back on me and now you have other thoughts?”
Then he glanced behind the man and began to push the man away with strength in his sword.
Behind the man, his colleagues were running silently. The room was so dark that he almost lost sight of them.
Sling-
The man who had turned his gaze to the sword froze at the sound of the blade being stabbed.
A blue aura rose from Louis' sword. An aura as cold as ice and so cold that it made his heart ache, resonating like waves.
“Hey, the sword? How is the Crown Prince..."
How much time had passed like that? The black-masked figures that had been hanging down came pouring down like rain.
'It's much more… threatening than I thought.'
Simone welcomed them without even blinking.
People in black masks rushed towards Simone at a rapid speed as if falling.
Simone frowns and tries to strengthen the mana wrapped around her body.
Louis leaped in front of her and blocked the beast's sword instead.
“Hey. That won’t do. How dare you turn your back on me?”
The man's eyes wavered as he faced Louis.
Blonde hair, soft impression, long sword, and luxurious clothing. The man thought he had seen him somewhere.
'Crown Prince.'
Although he has never met Louis in person, his impressions of him are widely known in occult circles.
Crown Prince Louis and the woman with black hair behind him is Simone.
The man holding the dagger put a little more strength into his hand.
They were told to capture Simone the moment she was seen, so they could deal with her later, but the Crown Prince's skills are not as bad as they thought.
Even though it was a duel between a long sword and a short sword, Louis' sword was blocking his sword without any trembling or effort.
'It might take longer than I thought.'
But no matter how good Louis' swordsmanship skills are, those here are combat personnel from the Occult Academy who specialize in assassination and combat.
Above all, the number of experiences is incomparable to that of the Crown Prince.
If time goes by, the Crown Prince will eventually kneel.
“You must be good at it, huh?”
"...What?"
At Louis's sudden words, the man stopped thinking and glared at him. Louis smiled leisurely.
“You turned your back on me and now you have other thoughts?”
Then he glanced behind the man and began to push the man away with strength in his sword.
Behind the man, his colleagues were running silently. The room was so dark that he almost lost sight of them.
Sling-
The man who had turned his gaze to the sword froze at the sound of the blade being stabbed.
A blue aura rose from Louis' sword. An aura as cold as ice and so cold that it made his heart ache, resonating like waves.
“Hey, the sword? How is the Crown Prince..."
Louis immediately deflected the man's sword and retreated, then dove in close to him and cut him and the others behind him down with a single sword strike.
“Ah, aaaahhhhhh!!!!!”
The man fell to the ground, blood gushing out in the path of the sword. The problem was that he was so surprised by the sword that he let his guard down and quickly created an opening.
“There is a limit to how much you can ignore me.”
The masked men who were watching this flinched and stepped back.
Experience gap? In terms of years of experience holding a sword, Louis is definitely less experienced than them.
But when discussing the difference in experience, what matters is not the number of times or years of experience holding a sword, but 'how many extreme battles have you fought and survived'.
From that perspective, no one among them has more experience than Louis.
Louis helped Simone with her work and occasionally joined Abel's group to fight in various battles.
Somehow, his comrades' battles, which they had approached with a light heart, turned into fights worth risking their lives for, so Louis became accustomed to close combat and even gained some enlightenment.
As a result, he came to possess unbelievable skills for a Crown Prince of a country.
And now Louis is so angry that he can't see anything.
“Where did all those guys who rushed at us earlier go? They’re all scared. Come at us all at once. We don’t have time, so we won’t die nicely.”
'Hey, what's going on?'
Simone shivered in horror. His cold face, covered in the blood of his enemies, was like that of a demon.
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