Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 475

Before leaving, the Demon King Berzena bequeathed her legacy to her children, the candidates.

The legacy further solidified the candidates’ positions, becoming the decisive factor in eliminating the existing demon nobles and seizing their power.

And a legacy of Berzena was also intended for Forzia.

Forzia’s legacy, which others didn’t know about.

“…Ah…”

Forzia’s voice echoed, seemingly in vain.

“This can’t be…”

She reached out, waving her hand in the air as if in disbelief.

What was meant for her was a magic book containing Berzena’s power.

It was designed so that by simply taking it, she could imprint the magic left by her, and the power within the magic book would be absorbed by the one who took the legacy.

However.

Rustle.

What Forzia held in her hand now was a piece of old, worn-out paper turning to dust.

“This can’t be…”

The legacy that was supposed to be left for her.

“It’s gone.”

It was no longer there.

“… !”

Forzia turned to Lee Rowoon, as if she couldn’t believe it.

“That can’t be possible.”

It was Berzena’s legacy, of all things.

“It couldn’t have disappeared due to the passage of time…”

“No.”

But Lee Rowoon could see it.

Something that Forzia, who had been blinded, couldn’t see.

“It was never meant to be taken in the first place.”

The legacy that was supposed to be left for her was never meant to be taken.

“It was meant to disappear someday.”

When the time came, not even a trace of it would remain.

“The other candidates didn’t leave because there was no legacy left for you, but because they knew that fact.”

“What do you mean…”

“You’ve already taken the legacy, Forzia.”

Lee Rowoon approached Forzia and took her outstretched hand.

Whoosh!

A whirlwind of magical power.

It began to rise, taking on color from Lee Rowoon’s magical power.

At the same time, the magical power in Forzia’s hand, which he was holding, also began to take on color.

A mysterious emerald light.

Color doesn’t say everything.

However.

“This territory, Beze, is your legacy.”

That the color perfectly matched and merged was not something that could easily happen.

A unified energy.

It spread out again and scattered.

“You were created as the gatekeeper of exclusion from the beginning, and you were meant to protect Beze.”

And now, after ten thousand years.

“That power has been lost and disappeared.”

Beze became Forzia’s territory, and that territory was repeatedly broken and destroyed, yet the power to maintain it was always there.

That power was the legacy left by Berzena.

“This can’t be…”

Forzia looked at Lee Rowoon with a blank expression.

And then.

“… !”

She widened her eyes, grasping the reality.

“Then it can’t be!”

The legacy.

The thing that had to be taken had disappeared.

“With the current state of the successor… !”

Over the time she had spent, Forzia had come to understand Lee Rowoon’s condition to some extent.

Instability, and that Lee Rowoon was desperately trying to block something, as if trying to stop water from leaking out of a broken jar.

At first, she thought it was because of the fight with her.

But she realized that it had happened before the successor had even arrived here.

If it were the original Lee Rowoon, he might have been able to face even the Marquis of Annihilation, Incubtera.

But not now.

“You’re not wrong.”

Lee Rowoon also admitted it.

That it would be difficult in his current state.

Thump!

A vibration echoed then.

“Already!”

It was like a warning that sounded when someone not permitted in Forzia’s territory approached.

“Go.”

Lee Rowoon said to Forzia.

“I’ll think for a bit and then go.”

“…”

Forzia bit her lip.

But all she could do now was leave, as Lee Rowoon had said.

If a little more time passed, they would completely enter Forzia’s territory, and then it would be too late.

Everything she had protected could collapse in an instant.

“Please…”

Forzia had tried to ask for something.

But she shook her head.

“I will wait.”

Just a word spoken with conviction.

Swoosh.

Forzia melted like a liquid and disappeared from the spot.

Lee Rowoon was left alone.

“…”

He looked at the place where Forzia’s legacy had been.

“Master…”

Berzena, she was the originator of all the plans.

She also waited for him to come here.

‘She waited for me to meet the candidates.’

She even lured the candidates.

Unless what she wanted was his death, that wouldn’t be the case.

His death would mean the destruction of everything.

If so.

Whoosh!

There must be something else.

* * *

It was a pathetic sight to call it an army.

Only about ten people.

But also, it was…

Thump!

It was enough to be called an army.

Just ten people.

But if one of them could take on a hundred, it would be an army of a thousand.

And if one could take on a thousand, it would be an army of ten thousand.

But they were not one against a hundred, nor one against a thousand.

-One against ten thousand.

Unheard-of beings.

They were powerful beings, each capable of commanding ten thousand demons, leading ten thousand demons, and massacring ten thousand demons.

In Gehenna, they were called.

-Nobles.

They were called nobles, and depending on their rank, the number of demons they could face was ten thousand, or a hundred thousand, or perhaps…

-A million.

It was also a million.

Thump!

The Marquis of Annihilation, Incubtera.

The reason why the word ‘Annihilation’ was attached to his name as a marquis was that.

Ten thousand years.

During that time.

-Ten thousand slayers.

A noble who had killed and devoured ten thousand demons.

Among them were candidates, beings as strong as them, and perhaps demons who were of no value at all.

But in any case, the number he had devoured was that, and not even a speck of dust remained where he had passed.

That was why he was the Marquis of Annihilation.

A being who had abandoned his territory and become a territory himself.

Thump!

He finally stopped in front of a huge barrier.

“This place is…”

A bizarre voice flowed from his mouth.

“It’s been a while.”

All the candidates would be the same.

The land where they were born, their hometown, was this place, Forzia’s territory.

No…

-Beze.

It was the Demon King’s castle, Beze.

But they had left Beze.

They had left and not returned.

There were different reasons why the candidates did not return to Beze, but for Incubtera, the reason was very simple.

“To think I would return to this barren land.”

Because there was nothing to eat.

“This place is…”

Incubtera’s demons slowly scanned beyond the barrier.

Among them were those who were seeing Beze for the first time.

Swoosh.

Beze’s third eye flipped over.

“They’re coming.”

The third eye, emitting a black light, as if sensing something.

And then.

“Have you come, Incubtera?”

Right in front of the barrier, a woman wearing a veil and a dress stood there.

“It’s been a while, Forzia.”

Forzia.

The moment the owner of the territory and the guest faced each other.

“It’s been a while. How have you been?”

Incubtera spoke as if greeting a long-lost brother or sister.

But his face was slowly distorting.

“It seems you haven’t been well.”

Even though he didn’t hear an answer, Incubtera judged.

“Barren, shabby. You don’t even look tasty.”

That Forzia had no value.

Forzia had been tied to one place for too long.

And she had protected Beze.

-I will accept everyone.

She had accepted demons who had been defeated and had nowhere to run to in Beze.

For demons, food, clothing, and shelter are one.

-Magic power.

Also called ‘Magi’.

Everything, eating, wearing, and living, was done depending on that one thing.

For them, minerals were meaningless, and beasts were also useless.

But there was no way that those who had fled would have an abundance of magic power to offer as tribute.

“How long have you been starving?”

Forzia was starving.

“Ten thousand years.”

Since that day she remained in Beze.

“You managed to survive.”

Incubtera said.

Without a new supply of what could be called the entirety of demons, having only what was stored, it would not have been strange if she had exhausted everything and died.

“Was it luck?”

Or.

“Did you figure it out?”

“… !”

“Beze was the legacy left for you. That’s why…”

Lick.

Incubtera licked his lips.

He wasn’t looking at the current Forzia.

In the past.

“I kept you alive.”

He was smacking his lips, thinking of Forzia in her glorious days.

“Be grateful that I couldn’t go against my mother’s will. Back then, we were too weak to take what was left for you.”

“Did you… know?”

“You were the only one who didn’t know. But it’s different now.”

Incubtera.

His hand slowly reached out towards the barrier.

Creak!

With his arm grotesquely twisted and stretched out horribly.

Swoosh.

Incubtera came right up to the barrier and stood in front of Forzia.

Ripple.

The barrier rippled thinly.

But this was no different from the power of the lord.

This thin membrane alone.

Creak!

It represented the entire Forzia territory and was like facing it.

Incubtera’s hand finally collided with the barrier.

“Now I’ve grown enough to go against my mother’s will.”

What followed was something hard to believe.

Crack!

A crack had formed in the barrier where Incubtera’s hand had touched.

And that crack was.

Crackle-!

Spreading and growing even more.

The power of Forzia’s territory itself.

Crack-!

Incubtera, with his power alone, was breaking it.

“Ugh.”

Forzia groaned as if in pain.

The blood that seeped from her tightly closed lips seemed to show how much pain she was feeling.

But.

Woong!

The thin barrier did not break.

“Is my mother’s influence still this strong?”

Incubtera’s eyes trembled as if surprised.

Slowly, his closed third eye began to open.

“Then there’s no other choice.”

Incubtera’s voice, echoing, began to change more and more grotesquely, like his arm.

And finally.

-I declare a territory war.

His voice spread out like thunder.