Volume 3 Chapter 218 The Wish Of The Guardian Spirit ②
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Countless arrows of light rained from the night sky.
Beside the unusually large, round moon, a colossal demon—its carapace gleaming like Black Onyx—spread its arms and wings wide. From an evolutionary standpoint, lifeforms typically start as quadrupeds, with two limbs eventually adapting into arms or wings. Having both wings and separate arms defies that biological logic. Aside from chimeric beings like griffins or manticores—mythical creatures believed to be artificially created in ancient times—only legendary races near the level of dragon-type spirits are said to possess both.
(If this Black Onyx spirit had ancestors, then it must’ve evolved from a six-limbed creature. Just imagining something like that scuttling around is straight-up disgusting.)
Kian considered this as he parried each beam of light flying in from every direction, wielding the blade formed by the magic sword Heavenbreaker.
A thousand white blades slashed through the darkness, cutting through the streaks of light or catching them mid-flight—dissolving them into glowing sparks that flickered and vanished. With his right arm swinging Heavenbreaker, Kian looked like a conductor commanding an orchestra of steel and starlight.
The glasses soared upward and sliced off the Black Onyx spirit’s right arm. Landing on its shoulder, she delivered a returning slash that severed the leg attached to its right wing.
”Mizuchi!” Kian shouted.
Linca opened a gate to another dimension.
From the warped air tore forth the head of a giant white snake, its jaws spreading impossibly wide—far larger than its own head. The glasses leapt clear of the collapsing spirit just as Mizuchi lunged and clamped down on the monster’s throat.
Once it had bitten down, Mizuchi began to constrict its prey with its immense body, ivory coils twisting in violent rhythm. Kian darted sideways to avoid being crushed beneath its weight. Mud sprayed into the air as Linca raised her arms to shield her face.
She should’ve used Penetration—but, as usual, her judgment lagged behind.
”────!” Linca gasped.
The rune stone controlled by the Black Onyx spirit veered behind her, sensing an opening. Arrows of light flared to life. She reflexively tried to activate Penetration, but it was a poor decision. The spirit’s magic couldn’t be bypassed by that technique. Even if it was just a construct of spirit-born magic, its potency exceeded normal limits.
But before the arrows could reach her, three of Kian’s white blades deflected them with surgical precision. He’d anticipated the strike.
Linca dropped her stance, exhaling in relief.
”Kian!” she called.
The massive snake constricting the black spirit suddenly exploded.
Midair, the glasses had drawn the magic sword Thundercleave and now plummeted downward, blade reversed, aiming straight for the spirit’s crown.
It was a clear signal.
Kian, while still fending off beams aimed at Linca, unleashed five white blades. They darted toward the spirit and shattered all the rune stones orbiting the glasses.
”It’s over,” he said.
The air cracked with the sound of breaking scales.
From the glasses’ blade, a flurry of slashes erupted, ripping through the Black Onyx spirit’s head and scattering it into shimmering fragments.
Even as its massive body slumped backward, the rune stone remained active—still locked on Linca.
”Kuh… Kakakakakak!” the spirit cackled, its voice echoing like a hollow shell.
The glasses dismissed Thundercleave and this time drew the silver greatsword Rend Tear.
”I see—it’s ‘you’!” she said, narrowing her eyes.
From the spirit’s abdomen, a yellow eyeball rolled forward.
Its gaze was ice-cold—the same presence Kian had felt back in the dim room where Talia’s soul was supposed to inhabit the flesh doll.
”You’re the one who changes fate, aren’t you?!”
”Disappear, Kharab (the black onyx)” Kian said, voice low.
”Kian Vahid! So that’s your name, huh? I’ll remember that. This body’s finished, but my true self will come to meet you. Let’s make a good deal next time, shall we?”
The spirit—now clearly just an illusion woven from thorns—muttered its last threat.
Before it could say more, the glasses unleashed the white sword’s light, obliterating the rest of its body. The black earth buckled, and the stench of charred thorns wafted through the scorched air.
When the blazing heat and blinding radiance finally subsided, all that remained was gouged earth, shards of shattered Black Onyx, and the hush of night.
”I’m sorry, Sir Kian,” Linca said quietly.
”Don’t worry about it,” Kian replied. “I just played my part.”
He turned calmly toward her as she ran over. Heavenbreaker vanished from his hand like smoke fading from a battlefield.
With a faint touch of regret, Kian placed a hand on her shoulder.
”You’re not hurt, right?”
”Yes. Thanks to you… I really am sorry again. I should be the one protecting you, but I messed up.”
”It’s rare to hear you say that,” Kian said, raising an eyebrow.
But instead of brushing it off, Linca bit her lip.
”I should’ve reacted faster. I knew the enemy’s rune stone would target me the moment I let my guard down, but I still couldn’t dodge or counter the arrows. My body’s stronger—but my mind hasn’t caught up.”
”Relying too much on Penetration finally backfired, huh?” he said.
The glasses, now walking toward them unarmed, nodded slightly.
”Sometimes Penetration can counter attacks from spirit-blooded beings or spirit-forged weapons,” she explained. “But that was no ordinary rune magic—it was enhanced. If you’d taken that head-on, it would’ve pierced right through you. In that situation, evasion was hard, so using the Lightning Technique or the Mist sword as a counter would’ve been safer.”
”I’ll keep it in mind next time. But… it’s not easy unlearning years of instinct.”
”Which is why,” she said, stepping closer, “the only way forward might be sealing Penetration entirely and gaining real combat experience. Not an easy call in a life-or-death fight.”
Kian nodded as the glasses came to a halt beside them.
”The vampire we fought had a powerful special ability—but that power came at the cost of everything else. In ancient times, they ran wild with invincible bodies. But now, they’re pigs—unable to move without wheels beneath them. We’d be wise to learn from their downfall.”
”What about the fourth key?” Kian asked.
”This,” the glasses said, revealing a small black cylinder.
In the cold night, it radiated a faint, unnatural warmth.
”It’s a box belonging to the dark spirit. Inside is a fragment of the Phoenix’s spirit core.”
”Oh. So if we use it…?” Linca asked.
”We can create day and night,” the glasses replied. “Permanently.”
”Looks like we won’t need to go spirit-core hunting anymore.”
”Did you get the third key?” Kian asked.
”Yes,” Linca said. “Compared to the others, it’s just a plain iron key.”
She pulled an old-fashioned key from the pocket of her white haori [T/N: a traditional Japanese hip-length jacket].
Kian stared at it resting in her palm, brow furrowed. It looked the most like an actual key out of the four—but were they really supposed to stick that into the iron gate’s lock?
Just then, he noticed: beyond the glasses’ head, the gate to the sanctuary stood slightly ajar.
The glasses fluttered their golden lashes and gave a single nod.
”Well done. With this, we can enter the sanctuary.”
”Is the Thorn Spirit that summoned us waiting inside?” Kian asked.
”────” the glasses remained silent.
”Isn’t it about time you showed your true self?” he said, voice sharpening. “You told us you were sent by the lord of this world—but that vision earlier? That was your memory, wasn’t it? You’re not just some guide.”
He took a step forward.
”You’re the Thorn Spirit—Erynys, aren’t you?” Kian asked, his voice taut.
”…………”
The girl in glasses lowered her gaze, biting her lip.
Kian stared at her motionless figure, unease prickling at the back of his mind.
Beside him, Linca edged closer, anxiety etched on her face.
He understood her fear, but wished she’d stop clinging now—when it counted, she always froze.
”The first time I regained ‘myself’ here was after you fought Oswald,” Erynys said quietly. “I entrusted you with the Seventh Magic Sword, Water Moon, and then… my consciousness vanished from the world. When I next awoke, I was standing alone in the center of the sanctuary ahead.”
She turned her back and began walking slowly toward the open iron gate.
As Kian moved to follow, Linca’s grip tightened around his arm.
The stone-paved path was straight, making it hard to stumble—yet walking felt difficult. Linca’s scent clung to his left arm, sinking in like it would never wash away.
”I was confused,” Erynys continued. “I didn’t know where I was, or who I was.”
”Before I bought you, you were traveling with the Black Onyx spirit,” Kian said, catching up to her side. “During that time… didn’t you regain your sense of self? Did you realize the true identity of the Black Onyx spirit?”
Next to him, Linca chimed in, “First, let’s hear the whole story, okay?”
”I didn’t know what I was,” Erynys said. “Only that I carried knowledge far too vast for one person—knowledge that didn’t feel like mine—and that I was bound by a pact not to speak of it freely. I also knew the companion traveling with me wasn’t human. Something far more dangerous.”
She passed through the iron gate.
Kian stepped in after her—and light burst around them like a sudden dawn.
They emerged from the night-bound world, where a white moon had hung in the sky, into a desolate cobblestone path lined with towering trees. Between their trunks, weathered stone statues stood—each a likeness of Erynys herself—evoking the atmosphere of a long-forgotten temple.
”Sunlight?” Kian murmured. “But behind us… it’s pitch dark.”
”The sanctuary—the interior of my temple—is illuminated by simulated sunlight, generated by the Phoenix spirit core,” Erynys said without turning. “The grounds are vast. Feel free to use them as you wish.”
She continued walking, slow and measured.
”When I regained consciousness in the temple, I was consumed by a crushing loneliness and a desperate sense that I had to save someone. My soul aside, my physical body—my true self—hadn’t forgotten its duty. I couldn’t sit still. Instinct drove me to create graves—dozens of them—in the plaza before the temple. That’s when I realized… I no longer had a body. I was spirit alone.”
A few birds chirped overhead and darted past the three figures walking in quiet single file.
The scent of earth, the fresh green aroma of the forest, and the sharp, rhythmic strike of boots on stone—the path exuded a sacred stillness. Even though they were simply walking between trees and statues, the word “sanctuary” floated to Kian’s mind unbidden.
This place didn’t feel meant for the living.
”I was certain, after seeing the memory earlier,” Erynys said. “Just as you suspected—I was once the Thorn Spirit Erynys. But after destroying Kharab’s vessel, she likely took her own life.”
She kept walking as she spoke.
”Erynys was in love with Talia. To save Talia’s body—her soul having been stolen—Erynys resolved to become Talia.”
”So… Ms. Erynys entered Talia’s body,” Kian said.
”Yes,” she replied. “But as Kharab warned, just entering would’ve destroyed the body under the weight of Erynys’s soul. So she began stripping away her own soul, peeling it down until it could coexist without harm. In doing so, her ego as Erynys died. She had to grow again, like a newborn, within the suspended shell of Talia.”
Erynys clasped her hands behind her back.
”I’m probably something else entirely now. Even if pieces remain, I’ve become a lesser being—with a different way of thinking, a different soul. Kian, you turned Natra’s corpse into a familiar by placing a Kitsune [T/N: fox spirit] inside her, right? And Rufna—she was the same. You killed her and implanted a Tengu [T/N: crow-like spirit] instead.”
”So you’re saying… you’re like the current Natra and Rufna?” Kian asked.
Natra now wasn’t the original Natra.
Rufna wasn’t either.
But through their bond with Kian, through what they’d received, their minds had been restored—and they became new beings, reborn as Natra and Rufna.
They weren’t puppets. They thought, acted, chose.
And as they became more human, the monstrous traits of the Kitsune and Tengu faded.
But Erynys…
If her soul had remained whole, the girl with glasses might still resemble the original Thorn Spirit.
But by diluting her “quality” to enter Talia’s body, she was absorbed—transformed.
She became Talia.
”That’s right,” Erynys said. “I’m like Natra and Rufna. It seems what you once joked about… turned out to be the truth. Hohoho…”
”So, like Ms. Natra and Ms. Rufna, the current Ms. Erynys has a stronger ego as Ms. Talia?” Linca asked.
”Yes. I hardly feel like Erynys anymore. The memories in this body, the soul that’s grown within it, all insist—I’m Talia. Even though I’m not. The emotions, the memories… they flow through me, and as I reflect on them, my ego begins to dissolve. It’s just like when Natra lost herself.”
Erynys paused, then lifted her slender, childlike arm and pointed forward.
Ahead lay a vast plaza before a grand temple.
On the exposed black earth, gravestones filled the right side—at least two thousand of them, by Kian’s estimate.
’I, who am “Talia,” have fallen into despair,’ Erynys said in a voice that was not hers alone. ‘With my own hands, I buried those I swore to protect. Not just Tao, Kanaki, Ruri, and Mia—but the people of the capital. The ones I loved. The ones who loved me. All devoured by the thorns. All reduced to mere “records.”‘
She pointed to the ground with her left hand.
It split with a low rumble.
Thick, dark green thorns surged upward like a coiled serpent.
From their tip, a flower bloomed—
And a boy’s face emerged from it, swollen with grief, weeping tears of blood as he glared at her.
’Liar! Liar!’ the boy screamed.
”I’m sorry, Tao,” Erynys whispered.
”Did he curse you until the moment he died?” Kian asked.
”Yes,” she said. “Both the Thorn Spirit and Talia. But from the way he said liar, I think his curse hit Talia harder. It’s absurd, really. Talia didn’t deserve it. I did.”
”How tragic. I understand your feelings,” Linca murmured.
”What do you know?” Erynys snapped.
She shoved Linca coldly aside and turned back toward Kian.
Erynys, Kian, and Linca had somehow ended up in the center of the square. Before them loomed the divine tree—the most massive and ancient of them all.
The people of Count Cain’s long-lost territory had likely once prayed to Erynys here.
”You wouldn’t understand,” Erynys said. “This maddening sorrow is something only I can comprehend.”
”So, are you still making graves for the people of the territory to atone for your sins?” Kian asked, glancing toward the rows of small gravestones neatly lined to the right.
Erynys nodded.
”Yes.”
”You didn’t call us here just to help with grave-making, did you?” Kian said, frowning. “I’d help if you asked. But nearly getting burned alive—just to make graves for people I’ve never met? I don’t understand your methods at all.”
”The graves are something I must create with my own hands,” Erynys replied. “I called you here for another reason. I summoned Linca because you said yourself she would make a good Blood Servant. For the king of the new world, a woman to bear children will be necessary, don’t you think?”
”I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” Kian said, his voice tight.
”I must save the people of Cain’s territory,” Erynys continued. “Even in death, they believed Talia and the Thorn Spirit would ‘restore’ them someday. Talia became my priestess for that very purpose—to save the world from ruin. That promise must be fulfilled. If I, Erynys, destroyed the people of Cain’s territory and their civilization, it would only deepen the tragedy.”
”Will you ‘restore’ them using Erynys’s powers?” Linca asked quietly.
”But… ‘restoration’ would demand an enormous amount of magic,” Kian said. “You’d need a physical body to even mold a vessel of flesh. I don’t know how much power you have left as a spirit, but even if you drained every Spiritual Vein in this sealed world, it still wouldn’t be enough.”
”Well, it’s not like you’re trying to bring everyone back, right?” Linca asked. “Just the vampires who can be ‘restored,’ even after being absorbed into the Thorn? That’s what you mean, isn’t it? If it’s only those with ties to Talia, then it might be doable.”
”Ah… I see,” Kian murmured.
”Everyone,” Erynys said sharply, cutting into their conversation.
She looked at them, eyes fierce.
”I will help every soul who asked for my aid. That includes all 107,801 people of Cain’s territory. Not a single one will be left out. They will all be restored to their original selves.”
”You’re going to ‘restore’ over a hundred thousand people…?” Kian said, eyes widening. “Will there be enough magic and materials?”
But were these truly the people Talia had loved? Kian wasn’t sure. What Erynys proposed sounded like madness.
Still, he couldn’t judge her. He had never loved anyone—never been loved in return. He’d never buried someone he cherished.
Clinging to Kian’s left arm, Linca trembled. “Could it be…?” she whispered.
Erynys turned to her with a grin that twisted Talia’s once-kind features into something monstrous.
”What a perceptive woman,” she said.
”I still don’t get it. What do you mean?” Kian asked, voice low.
”If you lack magic power or materials, then just take them from elsewhere,” Erynys said, spreading her arms. “The world you left behind has plenty of flesh and abundant life force, doesn’t it?”
She smiled coldly.
”I will turn the borderlands into a wasteland and restore Count Cain’s territory there. If I consume all of Ramsey, Izerland, and the northern half of Châtillon, I should have enough magic and vessels of flesh. If I drain the Spiritual Veins, the magic civilization cannot be restored. I want to preserve those veins as much as possible.”
”What did you say?” Kian barked.
”────!” Linca gasped.
”And you will accompany me as a watcher of this ‘restoration,’” Erynys said, her voice softer but no less forceful. “As king of the new world, and kin to that king, you will watch over the reborn citizens of Cain alongside me. I have shed the clarity of spirit. I worry, hesitate, misjudge—just like a human. That’s why I need your guidance. Not as a god, not as a man, but something in between.”
Her crimson gaze bore into Kian.
”Kian, no other spirit is like yours. Your mind will guide the world in the right direction. Use that intellect to support my creation from the sidelines.”
”You’re insane,” Kian growled. “You’d turn the borderlands into a wasteland just to bring back Count Cain’s territory? How many innocent lives will you sacrifice?”
”I don’t know,” Erynys replied flatly. “As long as what I treasure returns, that’s all that matters. I don’t care how many filthy Beastmen die like pests, or how many of Ramsey’s arrogant fools dissolve into nothing.”
She continued, tone sharpening.
”Rather, let me ask you something.”
”Why are you so upset about the people of Izerland dying?” she asked.
”…I’ll have to give the cliché answer,” Kian said. “Because mass death is bad for human society as a whole.”
”Hah,” Erynys scoffed.
”You’re vengeful. A fractured spirit who only feels real through killing those who once oppressed him. And that’s for the benefit of humanity? Then tell me—how many do you think will die in the war you’re planning to ignite in Azrael?”
”…………!” Kian said nothing.
”If you’d prefer,” she added with a smirk, “I can devour Azrael instead of Izerland. With the Thorn Demon’s advance, Jibril and Aliona might manage a counterattack. But if you and I join forces, no one can stop us. Just like with Arminus—we’ll crush them without resistance.”
”The Thorn Demon!?” Linca gasped.
”You can’t mean to use the Thorn Demon to reduce the borderlands to rubble!” she cried.
”That’s why I’ve been preparing Tobalcain for resurrection,” Erynys said calmly. “It’s a finely tuned biological weapon. Albert Cain would no doubt be pleased to see it used for his territory’s revival.”
”…………!” Kian’s breath caught.
”Kian,” Erynys said, smiling faintly. “We could use the people of Azrael as fuel instead of Izerland. But if the trade routes collapse, Azrael will become nothing more than endless desert. Izerland, with its abundant water, is better suited for restoration. Once Count Cain’s territory is revived, we’ll secure the borders with the wild Remi Cain, the refined Burgkain, and Tobalcain. In a millennium of peace, the magic civilization will rise again. No one will interfere. Anyone who tries—will fall to my magic sword.”
Her red eyes gleamed faintly.
Magic surged up from the Spiritual Vein beneath her feet, and seven swords of light formed around her.
Each one a spirit weapon of terrifying caliber.
Even the seventh, Water Moon, could rival the sun’s sacred blade. Seven blades—all of equal might.
With Oswald imprisoned, no one in this realm could challenge Erynys.
Even Renaud and his allies would meet the same fate as Arminus.
”S-Sir J-Jibril will stop you!” Linca cried.
”Ho ho ho, is that so?” Erynys chuckled darkly. “That boy is still floundering against the remains of old Azrael. Do you truly think he can rally enough strength in time to face me?”
”…………! You read my memories, didn’t you!?” Linca cried.
”Ho ho ho,” Erynys hummed. Then she turned to Kian. “By the way, Kian. You wanted to kill Jibril, didn’t you?”
”────” Kian said nothing.
Erynys stretched out her right hand toward him.
”Join me,” she said, her voice low and coaxing. “I can help you fulfill that wish—to show Jibril the crushing difference in power, and watch him die slowly. No one in any world can defeat you if you wield my magic sword. Even Kharab would crumble beneath your strength. Your brother… he wouldn’t stand a chance.”
”Sir Kian, you mustn’t!” Linca cried, stepping between them. “Even if you could kill Sir Jibril, if you go along with her plan, countless innocent people will die! Remember the bazaar you saw as a child, where so many different people passed by? That will turn into nothing but a desolate wasteland! Please, have a heart of mercy──”
”Linca, you’re truly noisy,” Erynys said, annoyance flaring in her eyes. “Keep chirping like that, and I’ll use you as ‘fuel’ for the ‘restoration’ first.”
”────!” Linca flinched, breath caught in her throat.
The girl took hold of the magic sword, Shadow Pierce.
That blade could outpace even the Secret Technique, Pursuing Shadow.
And its wielder was none other than Erynys—now possessing Talia’s body.
Linca didn’t stand a chance.
In truth, no one could defeat Erynys while she held a magic sword.
Linca gasped, fear overtaking her as she ducked behind Kian.
”There are plenty of substitutes for you,” Erynys said coldly. “It doesn’t have to be you. As long as they can bear Kian’s child, that’s enough. It could be Sarah, Natra, Serena, Christina, or even the tavern girl, Esther. In extreme cases, as long as the body’s healthy, it could even be some random prostitute.”
”…………!”
Linca’s black eyes quivered.
Erynys grinned, revealing her sharp, predatory fangs.
”Did you think you were someone special? Ridiculous. The only special one is Kian. You’re nothing more than a vessel. You exist solely to bear his children. As for Linca Tsai’s intelligence—I find no value in it whatsoever.”
”She’s important to me,” Kian said, stepping forward to shield her.
”If you’re going to kill her, I’ll fight you.”
”You think you can defeat me?” Erynys asked, tilting her head slightly.
”I won’t know unless I try,” he replied, steady.
”Hah… Even after seeing this sword’s power—and knowing what I truly am—you still say that? You really are something else,” she said, almost admiringly.
There was no fear in him.
Only one thought: kill the enemy.
Kian reached slowly for the handle of the Windsong Blade strapped to his back.
But before he could draw it, Linca threw her arms around him.
”Hey! What do you think you’re doing? Let go!” he snapped.
”No! I can’t let you!” Linca cried, clutching him tighter.
Her usual poise had vanished. Her face now burned with desperation.
”You can’t fight her! You know the power of that magic sword better than anyone, Sir Kian! If you go up against her, you’ll die! It won’t even be a fight!”
”Even so, I’ll fight until the end to get you out of here,” he said firmly.
”W-Why…?” she whispered.
”There’s no reason. I just want to protect you,” Kian said.
”………! Sir Kian…”
”I’ve said this before,” Erynys murmured, her tone softening. “I don’t want to fight you. I brought you here because I want your cooperation.”
Her voice swayed between tension and release—carefully measured, like bait.
Kian let go of the Windsong Blade and turned to face her.
”As long as Linca doesn’t interfere with my plan, I won’t kill her,” Erynys continued. “While I, with the demon, reshape this world, she can tend her peaceful farm life. Her role is simple—bear strong and wise children with Kian, and grow crops. That is Linca’s purpose.”
”I can’t accept that,” Linca said, her voice sharp. “The restoration of Count Cain’s territory—I absolutely cannot agree with it. You said you brought me here as a watcher? Then as a watcher, I’ll tell you plainly: your entire plan is wrong from the start.”
”Why?” Erynys asked quietly. “What’s so wrong with wanting to bring back something precious? Because I’ll sacrifice many lives to do it? Then I’ll save even more from now on. I promise a new prosperity—vampires and humans both. When history judges me, it will see someone who brought great benefit to mankind.”
She continued, voice still calm.
”Kian, why won’t you join me? Isn’t it contradictory for someone like you—a vengeful soul—to suddenly claim killing is wrong? You were despised from the moment you were born. You’ve always been looked down on. You said yourself you wanted to kill them all—so why oppose me now? Isn’t it inconsistent for a vengeful, exiled warrior monk to raise his sword against me?”
”That…” Kian started, but hesitated.
”You must’ve seen the fools of Ramsey,” Erynys pressed. “Those filthy beastmen who know only how to take and steal. They were victims of Azrael’s rotten society. Even in the East End, I lived among scum who only ever thought of themselves—for fifteen long years.”
”────”
”Are any of them worth saving? Honestly, they’re not. From a societal standpoint, it would be a benefit if those bottom-rung adventurers who tried to kill you were dead. Their existence drags everyone down.”
Kian recalled her words—and the memory resurfaced.
The receptionist who tossed aside his adventurer’s notebook without hearing his side.
She tried to erase him to cover her own incompetence.
And if her actions came to light, she’d fall back on playing the victim—using her gender as a shield.
Then there were the lower-ranked adventurers, like Serena.
They sneered at him. Called him a garbage diver.
In the end, they ganged up on him—not for any crime, but because they couldn’t stand seeing him rise above them.
Without the vampire powers he gained from the glasses [T/N: nickname or epithet for a past mentor or ally], Kian would’ve died.
No matter how you looked at it, the world would be better off without people like that.
Let them be replaced by vampires or Blood Servants.
The beastmen were no better.
Among Ramsey’s people were would-be criminals, who, despite sparking riots, now lived as if nothing happened.
Society might truly be safer without them.
”A month ago, you said you faced Oswald because you saw yourself in Maribel—someone no one else would help,” Erynys said. “So what about now? You don’t need Linca to tell you: if you fight me, you’ll die. So why oppose me? There’s no benefit in it. You, of all people, have every reason to side with me.”
”────”
”Kian Vahid,” she said, stepping forward. “You said you would grant my wish. Well, the restoration of Count Cain’s territory—that’s my wish. Will you not help me restore this world?”
With that, Erynys once again extended her right hand.
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”Kian・Vahid”: “Sir/Mr. Kian”,
”黒曜石の精霊”: “Black Onyx Spirit”,
”Heavenbreaker (Tenkaibaraki)”: “Sky Breaker”,
”Thundercleave (Raikiri)”: “Lightning Cleave”,
”Rend Tear (Hizakari)”: “Rending Tear”,
”Water Moon (Mizuki)”: “Seventh Sword”,
”オズワルト”: “Oswalt”,
”エリニュス”: “Elynus”,
”ターリア”: “Talia”,
”ナトラ”: “Natla”,
”ルフナ”: “Ruhna”,
”テング”: “Tengu”,
”カアバ”: “Kharab”,
”ルーン石”: “Rune Stone”,
”聖域”: “Sanctuary”,
”フェネクスの精霊核”: “Spirit Nucleus of the Fenix”
}
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{
”Kian”: “A glasses-wearing swordsman; wields multiple magic swords; can deflect attacks and has perfect foresight; often teases his companion Linca; referred to as “Sir” by others.”,
”Linca”: “Kian’s companion; wields a dimensional magic called ‘Penetration’; has poor physical defense; referred to as “Miss” or “glasses” by others.”,
”Dia”: “A researcher; first appeared in chapter 3; younger sister of the guild master; long black hair, pale skin, speaks in a cold monotone; met the protagonist when she saved him from a chimera and he now calls her “Master”; commands wind-attribute magic ‘Aero Edge’.”,
”Mizuchi”: “A giant white snake; emerges from a dimensional gate opened by Linca; bites and constricts enemies.”,
”Black Onyx Spirit”: “A gigantic demon with both arms and wings; an illusion created by thorns; controlled by the Thorn Spirit or Erynys; has a rune stone.”,
”Thorn Spirit Erynys”: “A metaphysical being, a spirit of thorns; took the name Erynys; in love with Talia; responsible for the deaths of many people, including a boy named Tao.”,
”Talia”: “Her body was possessed by Erynys; the current Erynys is a different being, a blend of Talia’s body and Erynys’s soul, with Talia’s memories and personality dominant.”,
”Kharab”: “The enemy who stole Talia’s soul and possessed her body; referred to by the Black Onyx Spirit; defeated by Kian.”,
”Oswald”: “A person Kian fought before entering the sanctuary; related to Erynys’s past.”,
”Natra”: “A familiar created by Kian; originally a human named Rufna whom he killed and reanimated by inserting a Tengu into her body.”,
”Ruri”: “A person Talia vowed to protect; swallowed by thorns and now only a “record” left behind, according to Erynys.”
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Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Kakaka – Male. Top warrior of the Cat Beastmen Tribe. Known for his agility and precision in combat. Relationship: Part of the Beastmen Alliance’s delegation.
• Kharab – The enemy who stole Talia’s soul and possessed her body; referred to by the Black Onyx Spirit; defeated by Kian.
• Mag – The wolfwoman under Yelmar—the one who was caught by Kian’s group earlier.
• Count Cain – Talia’s father.
• Arminus – Male. Leader of the Black Panther Tribe. Possesses extraordinary physical abilities, enhanced by the tribe’s unique technique that repels energy and magic attacks. His speed and strength surpass those of High Warlord Isthbaran. Wields the magic sword Balmung, capable of cleaving through an ice dragon with a single strike. His black fur provides camouflage in low visibility, making him nearly undetectable. Relationship: Leader of the Beastmen Alliance’s delegation.
• Serena – Wolfmen Girl
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