Volume 2 Chapter 71 The Sun’s Farewell
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
In the Margrave Izerland territory of the Franz Kingdom, various ports of all sizes exist in the southwest.
The ports receive spices and ceramics from the eastern great nation of Shin, as well as alchemical materials like gold and silver, and products from the trading nation of Azrael, including alchemical crafts and distilled spirits.
Conversely, the exports from Franz consist of monster materials and wine.
This domain serves as an important trading post and military base, named the Châtillon province.
It is a rich area that complements the northern grain-producing region of Ramsey.
In Châtillon, various sizes of merchant ships are welcomed depending on the size of the port, but among them, 3 small boats quietly approached a discreet fishing village under the cover of night.
”Hide under the straw. Do not raise your voice carelessly when approaching the watchtower.”
It was a whisper in Azrael’s tongue.
A metallic sound echoed from beneath the straw of the small boats, glimmering in reflection from the moonlight on the water’s surface.
It was a steel weapon──.
The man at the helm had sharp eyes, and his limbs were muscular.
His arms and legs were adorned with deep blue tattoos resembling shark skin.
His name was Nizaam.
He was a former member of Azrael’s Twelve Divine Generals and the current head of the Malc family.
Though he had passed the family leadership and the position of the Twelve Divine Generals to his daughter, it was because he wished to return to the battlefield.
This Nizaam, who deeply loved beautiful boys and fierce battles, was one of Azrael’s most prominent warrior nobles.
(Nonsense)
Nizaam chuckled, his well-groomed black beard trembling.
In the distant, quiet fishing village ahead, a signal from a bribed guide with a torch was seen.
He advanced with a large ship to the coastal waters of Châtillon, from where he discreetly boarded small boats.
The ones hiding on the ship were powerful warrior monks personally chosen by Nizaam.
They were formidable enough to easily take down Val and Nia from the Nakash family alone.
(The Nakash family, huh… Who would have thought that even Almeisa and Natra would fall. With Sarah still alive, it’s unlikely that the family’s decline can be avoided.)
Earlier that morning, a request for help had arrived from the Nakash family, swallowing their pride.
They had been chasing after someone claiming to be the ‘Azrael’s Death Sword User’ following last month’s murder incident, and they had finally caught up with a person matching that description.
Kian Vahid.
He was a man who had been exiled from the Vahid family 15 years ago as a failure.
According to the story, both Almeisa and Natra had been taken down by Kian Vahid.
It was unbelievable.
Originally, he should have been an incredibly skilled user, to the point where the reason for his exile was unknown.
Nizaam’s blood was boiling.
He had a close relationship with the Nakash family, and as a seasoned warrior, Nizaam had no choice but to respond to their request for help.
As a result, he left his daughters in charge of the main territory and brought his elite troops to Izerland.
(Their goal was not just Kian Vahid. If possible, they also wanted to kill Maribel, the Margrave of Izerland.
That way, the domestic situation would be embroiled in a succession dispute, and they would be unable to bother their territory for a while.)
The ship arrived at the shallow waters of a fishing village.
Under the cover of the waves, Nizaam and the warrior monks quickly disembarked and landed on the sandy beach of Châtillon county.
”Well done”
He commended the men who had helped them enter the country, who were waiting on the beach.
They laughed in low voices.
”We didn’t do much, anyway. We received ten gold coins as a down payment. And if we could get you through the Châtillon county checkpoint, we’d get 20 more, right?”
”Yes”
”If you’re paying us, we don’t have any complaints, and we don’t need any extra consideration. That’s just how adventurers like us work.”
”Leak any information, and you’ll be killed”
”Hah, there’s no fool who would dare to cross Azrael’s apostle”
The conversation ended there.
The adventurers dashed along the sandy beach, saying, “This way.”
Behind them, the warrior monks led by Nizaam followed like shadows.
Countless black gusts swept past.
Beneath their dark robes, the blades of hidden weapons glinted ominously.
”…Sir Nizaam.”
”Ah, once we break through Châtillon, we head to Izerland fortress. The guards are said to be lax. But we must not let our guard down.”
”What about those adventurers?”
”If they defy the will of the gods, they must be killed.”
”…Understood.”
As Nizaam and his group conversed, the adventurers who had climbed onto the concrete platform signaled further.
It seemed there were no guards in the fishing village.
There shouldn’t be any problem breaking through (without being noticed).
”Hey, let’s move before the residents wake up!”
”Hehe, what a shabby business. Just guiding them earns us 30 gold coins.”
”Yeah, with this, I can live in leisure for 3 years.”
The adventurers whispered among themselves, wearing dark smiles.
They turned back toward the exit of the fishing village──
”Huh──?”
”Gyaah!?”
”Wha──!?”
Suddenly, a silver arrow flew from the sky, obliterating a skull.
”──!”
”What?”
”Is it the enemy!?”
”Calm down!”
Nizaam whispered sharply in the darkness.
He rolled into the shadow of a nearby house while issuing commands.
”It’s a sniper. From 0 degrees. Move east, using the shadows of the buildings.”
”Yes! Begin the concealment. Start ‘Leap’ to dash through the fishing village! Prepare ‘Leap’!”
The warrior monks began to move simultaneously with ‘Leap.’
With their dark outfits and the shadows, no sniper could catch sight of them.
Nizaam leaped onto the roof of a nearby house, deliberately standing still with arms outstretched to lure the sniper.
His magic sword fell from his hand, embedding itself into the roof.
(Come on, shoot again)
In the darkness of the night, Nizaam’s tiger-like fierce eyes glimmered.
He sensed the sniper’s hesitation.
However, she seemed to have nocked another arrow.
”Kuh──!”
He twisted his mouth.
Among the twinkling stars in the night sky, the magic bullet from earlier flew in from beyond.
As the arrow approached within ten meters, he jumped forward.
Wielding the powerful ‘impact’ and ‘Wall’, he grasped the arrow from the side.
”Nuh!”
Nizaam’s tiger whiskers swelled, and the muscles in his arms bulged.
The magic bullet fired by the sniper made a tremendous noise within his palm.
His body was violently pushed back.
He landed hard, the impact jolting him to the core.
But he didn’t stay down for long. He retreated, scraping against the roof of a nearby house.
”Hahaha!”
(What a great throw! But!)
His retreat stopped.
Nizaam, in a slight twist of his body, skillfully caught the arrow scattering purple lightning.
The former Twelve Divine General completely nullified the arrow’s momentum, lightly floating his body before he hurled the arrow back.
”Uriya――.”
’――――!?’
The distant sniper’s breath shook with uncertainty.
Indeed, there it was──he pinpointed the location.
(I won’t let you escape. You will die by my hand.)
Unleashing the advanced technique ‘domain’ of ‘Leap,’ Nizaam expanded the space around him, rewriting its physical laws.
After retrieving the magic sword lodged in the roof, Nizaam landed on a high hill 800 meters away in just a few seconds.
It was a plaza in front of a windbreak forest where you could overlook the fishing village.
It was a perfect sniper position.
The sniper seemed to have already retreated, as the branches in the distant windbreak forest were shaking violently.
The arrow he had thrown back earlier was now stuck in the ground, with blood splattered nearby.
The tiger-bearded demon grinned as he tightened his grip on the magic sword.
That sniper is a top-tier warrior…
However, before jumping into the forest, Nizaam sensed someone slowly approaching him from the side.
Powerful magic.
Shadowy embers, reminiscent of the sun’s red flames, scattered across the sky.
”…? …Hoh.”
Nizaam slowly turned his body toward the right-hand slope.
”So it’s you, huh? ――Oswald.”
”――――.”
A young man with blond hair and a sharp, handsome appearance slowly climbed the slope to the high ground.
He swayed a sun-shaped earring and watched Nizaam warily with his golden eyes.
He wasn’t wearing armor, just easy-to-move casual clothes.
However, in his hand, he held a shining holy sword of gold.
”It has been a while, my beloved boy slave.”
”Indeed. It truly has been a long time, my former master.”
Nizaam relaxed his stance for a moment.
Oswald had not been on guard either.
”It seems you have been well since then. That’s what matters most.”
”Thanks to you. …Do you resent me for leaving your side?”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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