How To Live As A Third Son Of A Failure [EN]: Chapter 274

Living as the Third Son of a Wasted Masterpiece – Chapter 275

The Law of Living as the Third Son of a Wasted Masterpiece 275

Despite the high altitude, the wind relentlessly battered them. Fleta, having hastily tied up her wind-blown hair, glanced down.

The battlefield was utter chaos. Rampaging treants were seizing monsters and tearing them apart alive.

Of course, the monsters weren’t just taking it. A troll’s axe split a treant’s torso as easily as chopping firewood.

Fleta shuddered at the sight of the battle, where the combatants looked as small as ants, and shifted her gaze back to the drake. Then, she immediately regretted it, even if only a little.

‘I talked big, but……’

Who wouldn’t feel regret when faced with such a colossal monster right in front of them?

The drake spotted her and began to turn its maw in their direction, preparing to fly. It was a spine-chilling sight.

But Lordain, fearless as ever, skillfully grabbed Fleta’s left arm, directing her.

“To the left!”

The drake’s massive maw brushed past them. At the same time, a fierce gust of wind rushed in, making Fleta feel a sickening lurch, as if she would fall.

“Turn around again and go above that thing! Drop me off there!”

“Drop you off?”

“Yes. I’ll climb on top of it and stick my sword into its head.”

“That’s too dangerous!”

“Getting up here in the first place was risking your life, you stupid wench!”

Fleta clamped her mouth shut at Lordain’s rough words.

He was right. Getting to this height in the first place was a life-risking act. Worrying about the risk after coming this far was truly ridiculous.

“Okay! Let’s go!”

As Fleta maneuvered the Phantom Steed above the drake, something strange caught her eye. There seemed to be something dark on the drake’s red body.

A mole? Do drakes have moles? That big?

Lordain provided the answer.

“It’s that bastard.”

Lordain’s grip on Fleta’s shoulder tightened. Fleta felt a sharp pain and cried out.

“Ah, sorry.”

“……It’s okay. More importantly, that bastard?”

“Who else would it be but that bastard?”

“Are you talking about the black-haired man?”

“Yes.”

“Then that means he’s controlling that drake. Hmm, that makes sense. If he’s been affected by the magic stone.”

“Anyway, it’s decided what we need to aim for. Drop me off on top of the drake. I’ll deal with that guy.”

Fleta felt a sense of surprise inside.

‘Deal with him.’ He always used to promise to kill whoever the opponent was, but now he’s just saying he’ll deal with him.

“You said you got a lot stronger when you experienced it in the South, right?”

“Yes. He’s damn strong. Maybe he’s even stronger now. Maybe, as that Cain guy said……”

Lordain swallowed the rest of his words. Fleta didn’t bother to ask about it. The name Neviros was a tainted name that she didn’t want to think about, either internally or externally.

“Anyway, are you going to be okay?”

“If I’m not okay, is there any other way? It’s not like I can maintain the Phantom Steed indefinitely, right?”

“I guess so.”

“Then let’s go.”

Fleta also felt a strange sense of joy at Lordain’s grin.

“Okay. Let’s go!”

The Phantom Steed glided down quickly. The drake didn’t seem to care that the Phantom Steed had disappeared from sight. It simply circled lazily above Wind Nest.

The Phantom Steed brushed past the drake. At the same time, Lordain leaped and landed lightly on the drake’s violently swaying body.

“It’s shaking like hell.”

Lordain, who had lived for hundreds of years on solid ground, communicating with the spirits of the earth, felt a hollow emptiness and stood up.

The black-haired man was standing in front of him.

But the atmosphere was different from before. What could he say about that face that didn’t reveal any expression? It was like looking at a blank slate.

Lordain thought of a rock. Yes, a rock. It wouldn’t feel out of place at all to replace his face with a rock.

Finally turning his body to face Lordain, the man opened his mouth indifferently.

“Elf.”

It was a hollow voice. Lordain shuddered at the voice that didn’t contain the emotions that should have been there. It was an unfamiliar experience.

‘Am I feeling fear? Me? Lordain, the strongest swordsman of the elves?’

Lordain gritted his teeth and drew his sword. Then he pointed it at his opponent.

“Neviros.”

“…….”

“Is that right?”

The man didn’t answer, but he nodded in affirmation. Lordain felt his mouth dry.

A demon. And a demon lord at that.

“Lordain, was it? I remember.”

“You know me?”

At Lordain’s question, Neviros slowly raised his hand. Then, looking down at his palm, he continued to speak blandly.

“I know. Seeing you brings up various emotions.”

“Emotions?”

“Annoying, bothersome, rude……”

Neviros, who had been speaking slowly, finally clenched his outstretched hand into a fist.

“Dangerous.”

Gooooooo!

As if exploding, intense energy began to surge around Neviros. The pitch-black energy reeked of a terrible sulfur smell. It was the smell of hell.

Lordain gritted his teeth and lowered his stance.

“This is an honor. The demon lord remembers me.”

After speaking, Lordain also drew up mana [magical energy]. On the swaying drake, black and blue energies intertwined and began to collide.

“Then shall we see if your skills are worthy of the name of the demon lord?”

Lordain forced himself to appear nonchalant, trying to erase the anxiety that filled his heart.

But that wasn’t enough. Rather, it felt awkward even to himself, perhaps because it was something he didn’t usually do.

Regretting his attempt at bravado, Lordain moved first. He leaped forward and swung his sword horizontally. Even in that fleeting moment, Lordain didn’t miss a single one of his opponent’s movements. No, he thought he didn’t miss any.

But he was hit by something. He didn’t realize that fact until he had flown back a long way.

‘What is it?’

Even as he flew, Lordain pondered the rising question.

The pain came late.

‘Did I break a rib?’

He didn’t know what he had been hit by. Then there was only one way. He had no choice but to find out again.

Lordain straightened his posture in the air and barely grabbed the drake’s scales.

Looking down at the hundreds of meters above the ground, Lordain smiled bitterly. If he didn’t want to die, he had to overcome it. Renewing his resolve, Lordain leaped again.

He narrowed his eyes and focused. Then he seemed to see something dark. It seemed that it was that thing that had blown him away earlier.

‘What is it?’ As he asked the unanswered question, Lordain quickly lowered his head. If he had to compare the dark shape to something, it was closer to a whip.

Feeling the whip stir through his hair, Lordain gritted his teeth. The whip in front of him had already doubled in number.

This time, he lightly leaped and avoided the whip flying at his ankle. Soon after, he twisted his body in the air and avoided the whip that was stabbing his chest.

He couldn’t avoid the last attack, so he tried to deflect it with his sword. No, he was going to deflect it.

With an unpleasant sound, the blade of the sword cracked. In addition, Lordain’s body was thrown away like a kite with a broken string due to the impact that came.

“Damn it!”

Lordain looked around, but there was nowhere to step. All that was spread out below was empty air without any obstacles.

So Lordain began to fall.

‘It’s so futile.’

As Lordain smiled bitterly, something strange suddenly caught his eye. Beyond the plains covered with monsters, a group of beasts could be seen on the hills.

“What is it? What are those wolves?”

* * *

The giant beastman running relentlessly and Ruth, who was riding on his shoulder, looked at the sky and shouted.

“Someone’s falling?”

It was Rahenna who answered Ruth’s words from the shoulder of another beastman next to him.

“It’s Lordain.”

“Can you see that?”

“I didn’t recognize him by looking at his face. I felt his energy.”

“Damn it! We have to save him anyway! Kalandart!”

Kalandart, who was following behind at Ruth’s cry, wore a tearful expression.

“Y-you want me to fly to the drake now?”

“Shut up and hurry!”

“Ugh……”

Kalandart crouched down, making a groaning sound. Soon, black feathers began to sprout from his body. Soon, Kalandart, who had transformed into a giant crow, began to flap his wings and fly.

Ruth, who grabbed the crow’s feet, soared into the air and shouted to Rahenna.

“Buy us time! Sky Knights! Support us!”

The hippogriffs that were flying together on top of the beastmen at Ruth’s cry began to follow Kalandart.

Redran, who was riding on a hippogriff and was suddenly forced to charge towards the drake, shouted.

“This crazy bastard!”

It was a desperate cry, but Redran had no choice but to be dragged towards the drake. He was riding on a hippogriff, and Ilia was controlling the ride.

“How brave.”

Rahenna, who was watching all of this, smiled softly. Then, he put down the pipe he was holding in his mouth and blew out smoke. At the same time, he closed his eyes and began to chant a spell.

“Good heavens!”

One of the dark elves who was riding with the beastmen around Rahenna screamed miserably.

The reason was clear. The sky where the drake was circling began to distort. After that, seven red dragons that looked exactly like the drake appeared around it.

“That’s……”

“It’s an illusion. It was created with magic. It would be nice if it could draw their attention.”

“I-is that so?”

Fortunately, the drake reacted violently to the sudden appearance of the illusion. The drake, growling like a wild beast whose territory had been invaded, opened its mouth and spewed out breath.

A rough breath of fire covered the sky. At the same time, the illusions that were caught up in it quickly lost their shape and disappeared. But there were still three or four illusions left.

“He’s falling! Kalandart! Hurry!”

Thanks to that, Ruth, who had approached safely, urged urgently. Then Kalandart, who had folded his wings, began to descend rapidly, and Ruth tilted his body to the side and stretched out his arm.

“Lordain!”

As Ruth stretched out his hand at the same time as his cry, Lordain’s tough grip came to meet him.

“Pull!”

Lordain, who was pulled up as he was, barely climbed onto the crow. Lordain, who met Ruth’s eyes, smiled.

“Ruth, was it?”

“Yes, Lordain!”

“It’s good to see you. I owe you a big debt. Anyway, how did you get here? No, more than that, what is this? A crow?”

“His name is Kalandart. He’s a druid [one who can transform into animals].”

“Ah, is that so.”

Kyak!

The hippogriffs that had gathered around the drake were already crying out. Lordain, who found them, nodded slowly.

“Sky Knights.”

“I’m glad we weren’t late.”

“How did you get here?”

“They discovered the drake heading to Wind Nest from the Sky Fortress. So Ilia led us here.”

“What about those drakes? Did Rahenna come too?”

“Yes. Let’s take advantage of the gap where their attention is focused on those illusions and drop the drake.”

“No, you can’t approach it.”

“Yes?”

Lordain gritted his teeth at Ruth’s question.

“That guy is on top of it.”

“If it’s that guy…… the black-haired man?”

“That’s what he looks like. But the contents are completely different.”

At Lordain’s words, Ruth shouted with a shocked expression.

“Could it be……!”

“Yes. That guy’s guess was right. It’s the demon Neviros.”

At the same time as Lordain’s words ended, a roar was heard from afar.

In the eyes of the two men who turned their heads, they saw over a hundred wyverns flying along the wave of monsters. And on top of all the wyverns were figures wearing black cloaks and black armor.

“Unholy Knights! Where have you been! Sky Knights! Stop them!”

No sooner had Ruth’s cry ended than another cry was heard from the direction of Wind Nest.

This time it was a fairly familiar cry.

Ruth, who turned his head, shouted at the top of his lungs with a voice that could not hide his joy.

“It’s a griffin!”