Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 349

The castle was old, with decorations that looked like they were from a long time ago.

As the group crossed the moat, knights and soldiers standing guard saluted sharply.

After going through several checkpoints, the group arrived deep inside the castle.

The knight leading them stopped in front of a huge stone gate.

“That is where Grand Duke Gail is training alone,” he said.

A quiet laugh went through the group behind them when they heard this.

Everyone there knew the king had given up on Gail. But the knight guiding them still respected Gail. This was funny to some of them.

“Was Grand Duke Gail’s position in Liberty really that important?”

Jansen was there as Grit’s helper. Jansen was also the commander of the 1st Legion. He asked a question, and the Liberty knight guiding them turned red in the face.

“…Please be careful with your words. Grand Duke Gail is a hero of the nation. Everyone in this country respects him.”

The knight looked uncomfortable and angry.

Does this knight even know he is leading the people who will defeat his country’s hero?

Jansen thought this mischievous question, but a look from Grit made him stop talking.

“Gareth, is that right?”

Grit looked back, and a person in a black robe stepped forward.

“Yes, Count, it is.”

His voice was rough.

Gareth lowered his hood, showing a friendly-looking middle-aged man.

The knights of the 1st Legion, who were most of the group, looked worried that he was talking so casually to Grit Einzbern, the Empire’s Legion Commander and a Count.

Gareth had acted casually since they met in the Eastern Royal Department. Even now, in Liberty, he was still casual. The knights of the 1st Legion were still surprised by this. They didn’t know who Gareth really was, which is why they were so surprised.

“I need you to go first.”

“Against a very powerful mage? You know we are mages, right?”

“Don’t make it sound bigger than it is. I know you are a very strong mage.”

The knights looked surprised when they heard this.

But Gareth just smiled a little, though his eyes moved slightly.

“I see your fame as the ‘Magic Spear’ is real. I thought I was hiding my magic skills well.”

“No need to talk too much. The Eastern Royal Department said I am in charge, so you will follow my orders.”

“I will follow your orders, but wouldn’t it be better to be more efficient?”

“Efficient?”

“Since we are fighting someone strong, we need some shields to protect us.”

Shields to protect them.

The knights and even Grit looked unhappy at these words.

But Gareth didn’t care and kept talking.

“If there is no one good enough, I think it would be better if you let us help from behind.”

“Are you, a very strong mage, trying to protect yourself?”

“I became a very strong mage by protecting myself.”

Gareth smiled and answered the subtle insult.

Grit couldn’t ignore these words.

There were at least two very strong mages, and three more whose skills were either weak or hidden.

If even three of them were strong mages (maybe level 5), they would be as strong as everyone else in their group, even Grit himself.

And what if even one mage had hidden their power?

‘That’s not likely, though.’

Very powerful mages like that can’t be common.

Even though he thought this, he still felt uneasy.

Grit looked determined, as if he had made a decision.

“Jansen, Fabre, Enrique. The three of you will be in charge. All the other knights will go forward first.”

“What!?”

“I will help if there is an emergency. I won’t listen to any complaints.”

He used his power to stop the knights from complaining.

Those mages from the Eastern Royal Department made him uneasy, but for now, they were allies.

The best knights of the 1st Legion quickly agreed to their commander’s order.

As twenty knights stepped forward together, Gareth smiled.

Now that everything was ready, it was time to remove the obstacles.

“You can go back now. We will take care of things from here.”

“What are you going to do to him!?”

One of the knights guarding the castle felt something bad was going to happen right away. He shouted.

“The king of this country has allowed it. You know that, right? Move aside, knight.”

“How dare you!”

“Hey…”

Some knights, with red faces, tried to step forward, but their friends stopped them.

After a short fight, the Liberty knights left, looking sad.

“Hmph. They don’t know their place.”

Jansen laughed in a mean way, and some of the knights who were leaving got angry. But then, they all just turned away, looking sad and defeated.

Maybe this day would be a bad memory for them.

‘But that’s none of my business.’

Grit thought, and nodded his head towards his knights who were moving forward.

Then.

“Hah!”

Creak…

With shouts from Jansen and the other three top knights, the huge stone gate opened with a heavy sound.

“…I told you not to bother me while I’m training.”

A deep voice echoed from inside the stone room.

A man holding a greatsword that shone with a silver light.

The man, Gail, had brown hair, brown eyes, and a serious look on his face. He glared at the opening stone gate.

“Gail Slayer! I will punish you for killing the Empire’s soldiers and stealing artifacts!”

Grit’s loud voice echoed in the stone room, and the man’s face changed.

“The Empire!?”

At the same time as he shouted in surprise, Gail pointed the greatsword forward.

“If you want mercy, give back the treasures from the stolen ruins and kneel…!”

Before Grit could finish, Gail rushed forward very fast. It was much quicker than Grit expected.

‘How dare he!’

Grit’s face became serious, expecting him to at least say something, but Gareth shouted, as if he knew what was going to happen.

“Stop him!”

Gareth showed how strong of a mage he was.

Magic came from his body and gathered in front of Gail as he charged. Suddenly, black vines as thick as a person’s arm appeared, covering Gail’s body.

But Grit was still worried about something.

‘What about the others…?’

That was the only magic he could see. The others, who were thought to be strong mages like Gareth, or whose power he couldn’t see, weren’t moving at all.

It seemed they were trying to hide their powers.

‘Should I have said that I knew everything from the start?’

He felt frustrated, but he couldn’t argue in the middle of a battle. Grit looked back to the front, annoyed.

At that moment.

“Chaah!”

A shout of power came from inside the black vines.

Swoosh!

At the same time, the vines that had been blocking their view were cut in half as if they were nothing.

Cough.

“He’s really strong!”

Gareth shouted, spitting out blood.

‘Really strong?’

Around Grit, eyes flashed with a sudden, bright light. It was like a signal.

Then, magic exploded from his comrades. Waves of power rolled outwards, so strong that even Grit, a seasoned warrior, had to take a step back.

Nearby soldiers gasped. This raw magic from their own side was more frightening than the enemy soldiers standing just ahead.

“They’re all mages!?”

Grit paused, ready to attack Gaile.

But then, grey mist suddenly surrounded Gaile. Two mages had created the mist.

“Confuse!”

“Mind Breaker!”

“Ugh!”

The murky grey mist swirled around Gaile, and he clutched his head in agony.

The remaining three mages smirked, their eyes filled with murderous intent as they watched.

“Fight, warriors of His! Berserk!”

“Target on Aura-User!”

“Magic Extension!”

With their shouts, a black mist billowed forth, looking scary.

‘Impressive. Just who are these blokes?’

Even as Grit felt a shiver of fear at the power, he saw the dark mist move towards his own men, not the enemy.

‘Huh?’

“W-what is it!”

“What are they doing to our own…”

Their cries stopped suddenly.

The eyes of the knights who had stood at the front to hold back the aura user flickered with an eerie red light.

“Kyaaah!”

The knights, black veins throbbing beside their reddened eyes, charged towards Gaile with monstrous roars.

The Force surging from their hands seemed much stronger than usual.

In the case of Jansen, a knight Grit cherished, the Force flickered, almost like an aura, emitting a bright light.

But there was nothing normal about how they looked.

“What are you doing!”

Grit roared, his usually calm face twisted into a demonic mask, but the mages remained still, as if they couldn’t hear him.

The mages had turned his cherished subordinates into roaring monsters.

But their magic was aimed at the enemy he had been ordered to eliminate.

What was he to do?

Grit was a master spearman. He had seen many battles. But this sight confused him completely.

‘This is…!’

Grit was bewildered, unable to decide between his orders and what was happening, when—

Crack!

“Kyaaak!”

“Kuaaaa!”

He saw the enemy’s sword, covered in grey mist, suddenly erupt with a silver aura that sliced his charging men to pieces.

The five leading knights, charging madly, were cut in half—a gruesome sight.

Jansen was among them.

“You bloody bastards!”

He roared in anguish at the death of his cherished subordinate.

“I-it’s real!”

“That sword!”

“His legacy!”

The mages, on the other hand, screamed with crazed delight, as if they had lost their minds.

He wanted to tear their mouths apart right then and there.

Grinding.

But Grit, though grinding his teeth in fury, forcibly turned his gaze away.

‘Orders come first.’

He was a knight and a legion commander of the Empire before he was anything else.

He wasn’t sure if Gaile or the mages were the real enemy. But he had to follow the Emperor’s orders above all else.

But defeating the enemy came first.

“Bloody hell!”

Even as he spat out a roar of despair, Grit charged towards the ‘enemy,’ wielding his beloved Infractio, unaware that this entire situation was part of the mages’ plan.

‘Those blokes from the Kassel Magic Tower seem to have taken the bait properly.’

Gaile Slayer, or rather, Logan, swiftly cut down the crazed knights charging from all directions.

“Kyaaah!”

Even though his aura had changed color, which meant his power was weaker, he was still a strong aura user.

On the other hand, even if the berserk knights had become faster and stronger, they were still several levels below him.

With such a difference in skill, it was even easier to deal with the mad knights who only charged mindlessly, without any technique.

Logan thought, ‘These mages are weak. They know spells, but they don’t know how to fight like knights.’

‘And these useless spells, too.’

Logan sneered inwardly, shaking his head repeatedly as if bothered by the grey mist flickering around his eyes.

How would the mages, who were constantly casting spells, feel if they knew that it only slightly obscured his vision?

Besides, these spells made acting easier. He could fool them just by occasionally staggering.

“His resistance is strong!”

“As expected of His legacy…!”

He was pleased that they seemed to have taken the bait even better than he had initially thought.

However, acting didn’t seem to suit him.

‘Pretending to be pushed back is harder. Damn, my eyes sting.’

Even so, he used Force to make his eyes bloodshot.

“Kraaah!”

He didn’t forget to roar occasionally.

Logan continued to act while keeping an eye on the one who seemed to be the Empire’s superhuman.

‘Even after all this, he’s not coming?’

Finally, after cutting down a few more knights, the superhuman began to charge at Logan.

‘Got him!’

A rapid movement that seemed to compress space, and a rotating red aura from the tip of the blazing spear.

That sight confirmed the identity of the man he had been half-expecting.

‘Devil Spear! Grit Einzbern!’

Commander of the Empire’s Eastern 1st Army.

A big catch.

Wham!

‘Ugh!’

Ggrrr.

But a big catch had a strong pull.

The impact was almost too much to bear with his aura suppressed.

Logan was pushed back more than ten meters in an instant, leaving two deep furrows beneath his feet.

But even that didn’t seem to satisfy Grit.

“You’re holding on!?”

A growling, furious voice.

At the same time, the red aura that had been in contact with the holy sword scattered like afterimages.

And soon, seven illusionary, rotating red aura spheres divided and poured in as if to pierce Logan’s entire body.

‘Damn it!’

He couldn’t shake it off with a moderate act.

A red light flashed in Gaile’s brown eyes as he realized this.