Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 66

The Player Who Became a Constellation – 66

Chapter 66

Marquis Halloom froze, cold sweat trickling down his face.

‘Is this guy really Prince Ash I knew?!

Why… why is he so irrational and glaring at me like this?

After some thought, he could understand Prince Ash’s reaction.

‘I see. It’s anger over his benefactor almost dying?’

He didn’t seem like it, but he was surprisingly sentimental.

“Is it… about the Node tribe?”

‘Still, he’s not a complete waste. To be so angry about his benefactor almost dying. Or is it because he can’t use the Node tribe even though they’re useful?’

Well, he needs the help of barbarians right now.

Or maybe it’s because of the elf he’s been eyeing.

“Indeed…! Was it you who did it!”

Marquis Halloom glanced at the nobles and soldiers behind him and muttered in a small voice so only Ash could hear.

“Things have gone wrong, but it can’t be helped. If they get away now, things will spiral out of control. So suppress them. Even if he is a benefactor, if you are swayed by personal feelings….”

“Suppress? You said suppress them?”

Ash trembled and laughed. And he tightened his grip on Marquis Halloom’s collar.

“Do you see what your words, what your actions have caused… Marquis!”

Ash muttered lowly and released his grip on the collar.

Marquis Halloom was seized with anxiety as he watched Ash react so violently.

What did Prince Ash see to react like that?

‘No, there’s no need to be anxious. All the gates of the territory are already sealed. So there’s no way for them to escape.’

Marquis Halloom reached the front gate of the mansion used as a banquet hall.

The mansion was two stories high and surrounded by walls and iron bars.

Ash grabbed the iron bars with both hands and glared at Marquis Halloom again with a face full of anger.

“These are them. You… you have touched the devil.”

As Prince Ash opened the door, Marquis Halloom frowned and raised his hand.

No matter what Prince Ash said.

As soon as the door opened, he had to deploy troops to suppress all the Node tribe.

That was Marquis Halloom’s thought.

“Charge.”

The moment Ash opened the door and the soldiers who heard Marquis Halloom’s order charged into the front yard of the banquet hall—.

Their movements stopped.

“……?”

‘What?’

The soldiers didn’t move.

The soldiers who were entering the yard all stopped at once, giving the illusion that time had stopped.

“Why aren’t you moving? Don’t just stand there-!”

Marquis Halloom pushed aside the soldier blocking the door in frustration.

As he turned his gaze forward….

Hell unfolded.

The front yard of the mansion.

There, over 100 corpses were skewered on long skewers.

The corpses pierced by the skewers all had melted skin, and their mouths were wide open as if screaming in agony.

The once blue grass was stained red with the blood that had flowed from the corpses, and as the morning sun rose and shone its light, the scene was dyed even redder.

On either side of the corpses, Berserker warriors in armor stood in rows, their weapons propped against the ground.

Gauntlets like hooks and sharp weapons each emitted a fierce aura.

A sight never seen before.

A scene so gruesome and majestic that it numbed the mind.

“…Wh…at?”

Marquis Halloom barely opened his mouth and looked at the person in the center of them.

A simply set table.

It was filled with unknown dark red food, and a man wearing an ominous crow mask was eating.

He picked up a fork, stabbed a white, chewy food, put it in his mouth, and chewed.

In the quiet silence, the sound of chewing evoked an unknown sense of fear.

“Oh? Ah! These are… welcome guests.”

A different tone than usual. But it was full of sarcasm.

What… what is this situation!?

Marquis Halloom looked at the corpses hanging on the skewers.

The human figures were so melted that they could not be identified. Despair was vividly felt in the corpses, as if they had touched the flames of hell in the Bible.

Marquis Halloom’s gaze turned to the Berserker warriors.

The black knights stood firmly without even a slight movement.

They looked like statues, but the pressure emanating from them was something he had never felt from any knight order.

“I’m having a meal right now.”

The corners of the mouth under the crow mask curled up.

Marquis Halloom’s gaze turned to the food on the table.

Foods he had never seen before.

The red and white food stretched and broke every time it was picked up with a fork.

“Anyway… what brings you here so grandly…?”

Marquis Halloom watched until the scene of the unidentified food being put into the crow man’s mouth.

Terrible corpses, unknown black knights, and the scene of food made of unknown ingredients entering his mouth.

In that moment….

“Ugh…!!”

Marquis Halloom felt his stomach churning and vomited what was in his stomach.

The crow man, Loki, smiled contentedly at the sight and licked the sauce from his lips with his tongue.

“Ueeeeeeck-!”

The place where Marquis Halloom was standing was covered in vomit.

His chest was stuffy, and his throat was burning.

The stomach, which had already emptied its contents, spat out gastric juices.

He couldn’t even stand and collapsed on the vomit.

‘What the hell! Who are those guys…! What the hell are they eating?!’

Marquis Halloom forgot his dignity as a noble and shook his head vigorously on the vomit to regain his senses.

Marquis Halloom wished he was dreaming, but the nauseous stomach and the stinging pain in his throat proved that this was reality.

Marquis Halloom barely raised his trembling face and looked at Loki, who was smiling faintly.

The ominous crow-masked man was looking down at him.

Red eyes.

The bloodshot eyes sent shivers down Halloom’s spine.

-Suppress? You said suppress them?

Marquis Halloom recalled the words Prince Ash had said to him earlier.

-See for yourself what your words, what your actions have caused, Marquis!

It wasn’t concern for his benefactor, or anger at touching his benefactor.

-You… you have touched the devil.

It was fear.

Fear from touching an existence he couldn’t handle.

‘This is what Prince Ash warned me about!’

Marquis Halloom gritted his teeth.

He was filled with anger towards Prince Ash.

‘That stupid prince! He should have explained it properly!’

If he had known that the opponent was so cruel and dangerous, he would have used other methods.

‘No, it’s okay. It’s okay. They don’t know that I’m the one who did it. Yes! This is my territory! I might be able to suppress them with my soldiers…!’

The assassins were probably trapped and suffered helplessly.

But even his hopeful thoughts were short-lived, and Marquis Halloom had no choice but to lower his head.

‘…That can’t be.’

He knew that he was trying to ignore the situation through self-rationalization.

No matter how good the best assassins were, they died without inflicting any significant damage on the enemy.

Moreover, the opponent did not leave this Roden territory and was standing proudly in the front yard.

It was clear that this stemmed from the ‘confidence’ that they could escape from any danger.

‘It’s not just bluffing. These guys are too dangerous!’

The only good thing was that there was no evidence that he was the one who ordered this.

Since there was no evidence, he could somehow say that it was the work of Western Ronian—.

“Looks like you’re not feeling well, Marquis.”

Marquis Halloom couldn’t open his mouth at Loki’s words.

It was a natural condescension, but he couldn’t even scold him.

Because Loki’s appearance, enjoying a meal in this gruesome scene, was terrifying.

‘Let’s get a grip. I have to act without mistakes, without mistakes.’

Marquis Halloom steadied himself and stood up.

He looked at Loki’s expression and wiped the vomit from his mouth with the back of his hand.

Marquis Halloom had never directly witnessed the power of those in front of him, but this scene alone was enough to know that they were dangerous.

This is….

‘It must be a warning to the one who sent the assassins.’

But such a cruel method!

Marquis Halloom forced strength into his trembling body.

He tried to calm his pounding heart and opened his mouth.

“Wh, who are… these people?”

His voice trembled, but Marquis Halloom didn’t care. He even felt proud that he had mustered the courage to speak.

At Marquis Halloom’s words, Loki stopped eating as if surprised.

‘Look at this guy?’

It was a shocking scene that would have knocked out an ordinary person.

Especially if he was the main culprit behind this, it would be difficult to maintain his composure, thinking that he might end up like this.

But Marquis Halloom was not only standing still but also opened his mouth.

‘He’s more calm than I thought?’

…Marquis Halloom was not calm at all, but Loki thought that the stimulation was not enough.

Loki smiled, put the fork on the table, and clasped his hands together.

“They are the assassins who broke into our chambers yesterday. It seems someone sent them.”

“…….”

‘He suspects me.’

Marquis Halloom was sweating.

His plump cheeks trembled slightly. He wanted to wipe the stuffiness in his mouth and the cold sweat, but now was not the time.

“Th, that can’t be! Who sent….”

As Marquis Halloom was about to shout, intending to deny it, his face hardened.

When Loki raised his hand, one of the assassins, his hands and neck tied, was led out by the Berserker warriors.

“I’m also curious about that. Marquis.”

Marquis Halloom’s eyes shook.

“So I caught one of the assassins alive.”

Loki stood up and approached the assassin.

He secretly handed a dagger to the assassin’s hands tied behind his back.

“……?!”

When the assassin looked at Loki in surprise, Loki smiled and whispered in his ear.

‘Kill Marquis Halloom.’

“……!”

‘If you fail, you will die by my hand.’

The assassin involuntarily looked at his colleagues hanging on the skewers and nodded his head with all his might.

Consumed by fear, he glared at Marquis Halloom with bloodshot eyes as if to kill him.

“Now, assassin. Who is the one who ordered you to kill me and my colleagues?”

“…….”

When the assassin didn’t say anything, Marquis Halloom was relieved.

‘Yes! They are trained guys. They won’t talk about me!’

Loki smiled bitterly at the relieved Marquis.

“Ah! Can’t you speak? Then….”

Loki pushed the assassin’s back.

“Go and visit your employer yourself.”

The assassin, realizing that it was a signal, bit down so hard that his teeth were about to break and quickly slashed the ropes on his wrists with the dagger in his hand.

He quickly sprinted towards Marquis Halloom and raised the dagger high.

As expected of the best assassin group on the continent, his movements were very fast, and the other soldiers couldn’t even react to his reaction.

“……?!”

Marquis Halloom took a step back without even reacting properly and looked at the assassin with astonished eyes.

“Die-!”

“Wa, wait…!”

At that moment, the assassin was pulled back by the rope around his neck, and the assassin’s body was also thrown back.

The Berserker warrior who was holding the leash pulled him.

“Failure.”

As Loki smiled bitterly, one of the Berserker warriors approached the assassin with a blunt weapon.

At the sight, the assassin screamed and waved his hands, but in the end, his legs were shattered by the blunt weapon.

Flesh was torn and bones protruded.

Marquis Halloom’s face was also covered in blood from the blood that splattered everywhere.

“…Hu…huk…!”

He sat down on the spot with a blank look.

An unknown damp liquid was already flowing between his legs.

“Kuh…kuh…. Hahahahahaha-!”

Loki burst into laughter as if he was having fun.

Not only Marquis Halloom but also the central nobles and soldiers gathered there looked at Loki with pale faces.

Fear spread to everyone in this place with the mad laughter.