I finally rescued my beloved sister from this crazy house.
"Miss, you must get out of here as soon as possible!"
Unfortunately, however, there was neither the luxury of sharing the joy of reunion nor the time to explain the situation.
Now, all we have to do is retrace our steps and quickly get out of the castle.
It sounds easy, but it is not.
Although Kali quickly dealt with the enemies, there was no way the commotion wouldn't have reached the floor below.
"Vania..."
"Yes, yes."
Perhaps because she felt relieved seeing me, Christa didn't fully realize that the situation was urgent.
She kept touching my hand and checking my face while repeatedly hugging me.
As if to check if I was not a hallucination.
'Ugh, I understand how you feel, but!'
I understand, and it is really pitiful, but...
"Christa, let's go outside and talk. Yes? It's too dangerous right now. We need to move quickly."
“Yes, yes..."
Holding the tearful hand of Christa, I ran after Kali.
For me, escaping is a piece of cake, and Christa is a supernatural user with destructive offensive abilities.
If the two of us join forces, there is nothing to fear.
But.
'Right now, we are the most useless!'
This is because it is in a neutralized state.
My quick-witted father probably turned it on in a flash as soon as he saw Ryan.
Anyway, for that reason, Kali now had to move while protecting two ignorant fools who were like a burden.
We ran.
The 10th-floor hallway ended.
I was about to go down the stairs.
'Ack, I'm screwed!:
Sure enough, word of the commotion had reached them, and the guards on the ninth floor were rushing up.
Kali drew her sword again.
The three guns she brought had used up all their ammunition while quickly dealing with the guards on the upper floor.
Kali is strong, but it won't be easy for her to protect Christa and me while facing a large number of enemies with only a sword.
"Miss! What on earth is going on...!"
The moment the guard who had drawn his sword following Kali spotted Christa and asked a question
"That bastard Mark wouldn't let me out!"
Huh.
Christa suddenly stepped forward and spoke angrily.
"Father said to bring me here, but he blocked me from going and attacked me! The guards upstairs were all in on it too! You too? Did you know Mark would do this?"
As Christa screamed in a shrill voice, all the guards' mouths dropped open.
And everyone turned pale and waved their hands wildly.
"No! It's not!"
"There is absolutely no truth to that! Please believe me! I didn't know!"
"Then there's no time, so get out of the way! I have to get to my father! Before I tear you all to pieces!"
Heeeeeee!
The guards, unaware of the incapacitated state, immediately split into groups along the walls and stair railings to clear a path.
"You guys go upstairs and gather up all the corpses of the bastards I've held captive until now! I have no intention of burying you nicely!"
“Yes, yes!”
“I will obey your orders!”
Even locked them up on the 10th floor so they couldn't follow?
Wow.
My Christa had become incredibly perceptive since I last saw her; she was smart, of course, but also...
had become extremely aggressive!
'B-but I actually like it!'
I clung tightly to the arm of the sisters, who were the most powerful figures at this point, and linked arms with her.
Christa smiled at me.
"Hehehe!"
I laughed along like an idiot.
Good, good, good...
"Ah"
...I'm done.
The moment we arrived on the 8th floor, grinning from ear to ear.
I froze.
Because of the knight with the familiar face standing in our way.
That man with the small scar on his left eyebrow is a skilled individual who was Kali's only worthy rival in Wassenberg before the regression.
Julien Kretschmann.
He is my father's personal bodyguard.
***
There is a way to survive.
Edgar watched the rampaging Ryan while formulating a strategy in his head.
Bang!
Bang!
“My lord!”
Ryan's subordinate shouted.
“Then he will die!”
"Uh?"
Ryan suddenly grabbed David's hair, who was frantically slamming his head down, and pulled it.
As he tilted his head, he saw a face so disfigured that it was unrecognizable.
And a faint breath.
It was on the verge of breaking.
“Oh, no!”
Ryan, looking pale, took something out of his pocket.
A medicine bottle with blue liquid sloshing around.
It was a salvation medicine.
"B- brother... No. Please!"
With trembling hands, he opened the cap and poured it into the dying David's mouth.
As the weak Adam's apple gulped, David barely managed to swallow it.
Wounds are healed.
The only trace of the assault left was a horribly bloodstained spread across the unharmed face.
"Brother, are you coming to your senses now?"
Edgar, who was watching, gritted his teeth.
He knows why Ryan does things like that.
After he heal hai brother completely when he is on the verge of death.
"Tell me if you think you're going to die!"
Bang!!!
Ryan made eye contact with his father and began the torture again.
That crazy guy's eyes are speaking.
If you cannot bear to see your son die, withdraw the disabling.
But it couldn't be done.
"No matter how incompetent I may be, I am my father's son! Even animals don't abandon their own offspring! Hahaha!"
Why? When Edgar started to suspect Ryan.
For some reason, the day he abandoned Ryan came back to him as vividly as if it were yesterday.
That day when the youngest son, who had been nothing but gentle, was consumed by madness and spewed venomous words.
He just thought it was a look of anger, a sense of injustice, and malice...
"You won't regret what happened today, right?"
The grinning face of his son might have anticipated that a day like this would come.
Ryan, who brazenly stormed into the meeting hall and caused a riot, dragging a few soldiers who were, at best, just ordinary people...
There was no need to even wonder from the start whether he was just being bold or if he could subdue everyone.
"Father."
The son, who had grown up so quickly, wiped the blood splattered on his face with the back of his hand and laughed grotesquely.
"Do you remember the day you abandoned me?"
"..."
"You still don't regret it, do you?"
"..."
That's a funny question.
If I were to die today, that day would be the day I made the most regrettable choice of my life.
Edgar closed his eyes tightly.
All you have to do is hold on a little longer.
The power Ryan is probably holding. <Instant death>.
The supernatural ability capable of at least countering that destructive power, <True Storm>.
It is nearly impossible to complete <Instant Death>, and even if one were to succeed, one could kill everyone without having to go out of one's way to come here.
Therefore, no matter how strong Ryan is, he must be in the 'Mastered' stage (Level 3).
If he does this, there is a weakness.
'Field of vision'
And 'timing'
He might be able to try it.
If Christa comes...
Yes.
There is a way to survive.
Even if the survival rate is 1%.
***
Why is Julien, the father's knight who could have easily been filtered out by Ryan, standing in our way now?
Shit.
Probably because of me.
"It would be nice if the gatekeeper had the key, but if we're unlucky, maybe only Father has it."
It was a fatal mistake to unnecessarily express concern to Ryan because of the experience of being imprisoned here and there countless times before the regression.
"Are you saying we might not be able to find where she is confined at all?"
"That could be the case, and even if we find it, we might not be able to open the door because there is no key."
"Hmm..."
Ryan was worried.
His father's bodyguard likely let Ryan go 'willingly' to find Christa.
It wasn't a bad method.
If we hadn't had the key, we would have just been pacing back and forth anxiously waiting for Julien's arrival.
However, it has now turned out to be a bad move.
Fortunately, the guard on the 10th floor had the key, and we had already safely rescued Christa.
Things... things are getting so complicated.
There is no escape route. The guards upstairs will sense something is wrong and come down soon, so there is no exit either. It is a situation where Kali cannot get out of here without defeating Julien.
However, Julien is skilled enough to take on Kali.
And the fools that Kali has to protect and fight against aren't just one, but two.
'Then!'
I thought, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Who created this situation?
'I pooped~!'
I didn't mean to, but it was me!
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