Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 446

“We have won again!!”

“We won!”

“Hail McLaine!”

“Hail!”

Happy shouts burst out all over Luthspellheim.

Of course, these shouts came from McLaine’s soldiers. The people of the Empire living in Luthspellheim could only watch the McLaine army come through the broken gates with fearful eyes.

Some soldiers were drunk with war. They were angry at the fearful eyes watching them from the dark houses.

Bang!

“Everyone out! All you imperial bastards will die…”

Thwack.

A soldier kicked down the door of a civilian’s house. He was then hit on the head by a huge hand and fell to the ground.

“You crazy bastard… Are you trying to die?”

A giant knight had saved a family from a sword fight.

However, the giant knight, who was much bigger than a normal person, caused even more fear than the soldier before him.

“Hiiiik!”

“McLaine does not harm civilians. Just make sure to follow the orders.”

Luther Kyle spoke to the shaking family in the broken house. He sounded like he didn’t care much. He grabbed the legs of the soldier he had knocked out and dragged him out of the house.

He frowned slightly as he saw similar things happening around him. Soldiers, drunk with victory, were breaking into houses and waving swords, or trying to touch the civilians with crazy looks in their eyes.

War makes people do bad things. Soldiers who just fought and killed can become crazy. The crazy soldier he had knocked out might just be a simple young man when the war is over.

Of course, that didn’t mean he should let this situation continue.

Luthspellheim would be McLaine’s territory and a way to keep an eye on the Empire in the future.

The goal was no longer to cause the most damage to the Empire.

“This is His Majesty’s order! Do not touch the common people!”

Luther Kyle’s loud shout echoed. McLaine’s soldiers, who were trying to loot houses beyond the fallen castle walls, hesitated. The knights began to step in and stop the soldiers who didn’t listen to the warnings.

“Looting will be punished by death!”

“From now on, Luthspellheim will be part of McLaine’s territory!”

“Do not touch civilians!”

This was the process of stopping the madness of the battlefield.

The result of this control was clear orders from the King.

[Rebuild the barracks in Luthspellheim and have the soldiers stay there. All the knights must gather in the inner castle.]

The King’s voice was like a command in their minds.

Suddenly, the soldiers moved with purpose. They seemed to remember their duty.

“His Majesty is watching.”

“Keep order!”

“Move quickly!”

The King’s voice cleared up the confusion instantly.

The soldiers seemed to move more easily as they showed respect to the King.

“Your Majesty, what about that Dongik King, his daughter, and the aura user (someone who uses special life energy)….”

“I know. They must have disappeared.”

“……Were they also imperial spies?”

“No. They are… something else.”

“Yes?”

“That’s enough. Don’t worry about them and clean up the battlefield.”

“……Yes, Your Majesty.”

Logan dismissed the knight with a wave of his hand. He looked down at the battlefield that was slowly being cleaned up.

The henchmen of the Cassel Magic Tower had disappeared. It was worrying, but he didn’t care much about those temporary enemies.

More than anything, he was thinking:

‘I won again….’

Logan looked at his hand. It was shaking with excitement. He felt a rush of power.

The past flashed through his mind like a lantern.

He felt a different feeling than when he had stopped the Empire’s attack. He was sure that he could stop future problems.

Then, he heard a voice that calmed his heart.

“Your Majesty, I have collected the scrolls you mentioned.”

Victoria was disheveled because she had been hiding underground to move the golem. She carefully spoke to him.

“……Okay, thank you for your hard work. I know you’re tired, but can you help me a little more? I need to check them.”

“Yes. Of course, Your Majesty!”

There were hundreds of 5-circle scrolls (magic scrolls) that had given the power of the victims to the black knights. Most of them were destroyed in the battle by Logan, Luther, Wicken, and the Kingdom Alliance, but about a hundred were still okay.

Actually, the black knights didn’t explode because the scrolls ran out of power. It was because they couldn’t handle the Emperor’s strong magic for very long. If the Emperor’s plan had worked, McLaine would have been badly hurt.

These scrolls held the souls and blood of many people.

Logan could feel the mana of the Cassel Magic Tower in them more strongly than the Emperor’s magic.

If it’s this…

‘These scrolls might hold the secrets of the Cassel Magic Tower.’

I think I can guess the deal the Cassel Magic Tower made with the Emperor. I might even know what they are planning.

‘He talked about a serious promise, but he betrayed me. I will make him pay for that, the old liar.’

It was a betrayal that almost ruined everything, so he would make the old liar pay.

Logan looked at the battlefield that was being quickly cleaned up. McLaine’s forces were enjoying the victory that he had not fully enjoyed.

Glory to McLaine!

We have won!

Woo-ah!

The shouts slowly died down in the middle of the night.

While McLaine’s army celebrated, far away, someone else was in shock.

Whoosh.

No one could see the streak of blue wind cutting through the air. It was so fast, and magic blurred people’s senses, making him seem like a ghost in the wind.

But the person showing this amazing magic looked completely shocked.

‘How, how can this be….’

The Emperor, Kaisers Van Ares, felt utterly confused as he used the last of his mana to escape.

His magic was swept away the moment a blinding golden light flashed.

That moment kept playing in his head.

The great magic that had been carefully prepared with the help of the Cassel Magic Tower was stolen.

Even by an aura user who is not a wizard.

The simple attack that followed left a terrible wound, like a crack in his very soul and magic.

That was impossible, even for an aura master, unless he was a god.

‘Absolutely, absolutely not.’

It was already strange that Logan had become an aura master in a few years.

But he had gone beyond that limit in a few months? It didn’t make sense.

‘Aura users have a limit as aura masters.’

No matter how strong an aura master is, that’s the limit.

That was written in the books left by his ancestor. Even the ‘first aura master’ was someone he could not beat.

Unlike the ancestors who became gods later in life.

Since it was said by the ancestor who saved mankind, it was impossible, even for a hero sent by God.

It was not Taron Ares who saved the world, but the Sword God…….

For a moment, that guy’s nonsense came to mind, but he shook his head.

Anyway, Logan must not have escaped the limits of the aura master either.

Thinking about it, he could guess one thing.

The light that broke the great magic ‘Extinction’ in Kyle Castle.

‘That light.’

It was a miracle that he couldn’t believe, so he had jumped out of the barracks himself.

“It was certain.”

The enemy he fought was strong, like a true Aura Master. But it was strange.

He only showed that amazing power once – when he took the Emperor’s left arm.

After that single strike, the enemy seemed weak, like he had used up all his strength at once.

“It didn’t make sense that Aura Masters, these ‘gods of the battlefield’, shouldn’t get tired so quickly.”

Thinking about it, there was only one answer.

That bright light that broke through their defenses must have been a trick, like what *he* was doing now.

Aura users could do things like that, unlike mages.

“‘A special ability… a trait.’ To use power stronger than an Aura Master, but only for a moment.

That must be his trait.

And the cost? He gets completely exhausted afterwards.

‘Damn Aura user. Damn trait!'”

The Emperor figured out something close to the truth.

But knowing the reason didn’t change anything.

They had lost badly again, even with him fighting.

They had brought twelve powerful warriors, but they still lost the battle to take the city.

“I wonder how many survived.”

He wasn’t talking about the knights or soldiers.

At the moment of defeat, the number of casualties among the regular forces had already grown so large that it was pointless to even try to estimate.

He hoped for just one thing: that not too many of his powerful warriors had died.

“‘I sent a message when we had to retreat.

Told them to run and come to Plen.

They must have found shelter.'”

The Emperor tried to calm his worried thoughts.

But two days had passed, and only two had reached the safe house in Plen, a small town northwest of Luthspellheim.

Galen and Jerome. The two from the Decaid Duchy… Was it truly just you?

Inside the cold stone room, a single torch flickered, casting long, dancing shadows that barely pushed back the darkness.

Galen and Jerome knelt quickly when they saw the Emperor.

He sat hunched on a rough stone bench, his face grey with exhaustion, his one hand clenched into a fist.

Galen and Jerome looked even worse, their faces bruised and pale, their breathing shallow.

“…We are so sorry, Your Majesty,” Galen mumbled, his voice weak.

“…We have no excuse,” Jerome added, his head bowed low.

They were supposed to be powerful warriors, the pride of the Great Ares Empire, but now they looked broken and defeated.

The Emperor felt a pang of pity, not anger.

*Whose fault was this, really?* he thought bitterly.

“Ten are dead. Ha… ha… How could this happen…?”

The Emperor’s voice was full of pain.

He bit his lip hard and looked down.

Galen and Jerome couldn’t look at the Emperor’s suffering.

They lowered their heads even more.

After a long while.

“It is all due to my inadequacy.”

As if his throat had gone hoarse, the Emperor’s cracked voice echoed through the dark room.

“Your Majesty…”

“How can you say such things…”

A miserable expression appeared on both of their faces, but neither Galen nor Jerome could add anything more.

Soon, the Emperor asked in a somber tone.

“How far do you think they will advance?”

“Assuming the Western Legion is intact, our empire still has the advantage in terms of total troop numbers.

Maclaine would not dare to invade Aserian.”

“…I won’t allow it either.

Rest assured, Your Majesty.”

“Rest assured that Aserian won’t be invaded? Ha… Haha.

How did I end up like this…”

Galen and Jerome spoke in succession, but the Emperor’s voice, as he wiped his face, was only filled with bitterness.

“And they have Logan Maclaine, an Aura Master.

Even if we bring all our armies from the east and the west, can you really say we can win, Galen?”

“I will risk my life to stop them.”

“Stop them? Ha! So, you, the best fighter in the empire, can only *stop* them, not defeat them?”

Even Galen’s strong words couldn’t take away the Emperor’s despair.

“Damn it.”

A cheap curse, even if it came from the mouth of the Emperor of the Empire, no, the king of a nation, echoed through the room.

The Emperor kept wiping his face with his only hand.

Suddenly, his eyebrows moved slightly.

Then, a voice seemed to speak inside his head.

*’I will not fight myself.* *But I will tell you how to make many Black Knights.* *In return, you must capture Logan Maclaine for me, Your Majesty.* *We only want him.’*

The voice was sure of itself, making an offer that was hard to refuse.

Was this amazing offer a trick?

Or…

“No, he didn’t know either…”

Galen and Jerome flinched at the incomprehensible muttering, but the Emperor remained lost in thought for a long time without saying a word.

Then, a quiet voice suddenly burst out.

“You two, go to the Western Front now.

Do everything you can to end the war there quickly.”

“Yes… Yes, Your Majesty.”

“I will follow your orders.”

Galen and Jerome were confused by this sudden order, but they didn’t question the Emperor.

They bowed and quietly left the dark stone room, leaving the Emperor who now seemed strangely calm, waving them away.

Soon, the massive stone door closed with a heavy sound, and the Emperor, left alone, continued to ponder something.

If we win in the west and bring those soldiers back, we might still have a chance.

Now that I know Logan Maclaine’s special ability, I know how to use his weakness against him.

I can stop Maclaine and his army before they reach Aserian.

Yes.

I can stop them…

“‘That I, the Emperor of the Great Ares Empire, have to think about such desperate plans…!'”

With a roar, blue magic erupted.

Bang.

Crack crack crack crack.

Rumble!

Starting from beneath his feet, where he had stepped down in anger, spiderweb-like cracks formed on the floor of the stone chamber.

And almost simultaneously, the stone chamber began to collapse from the ceiling.

The dust that began to fall from the cracked ceiling settled snow-white on the Emperor’s head.

He could have shaken off the dust and escaped the collapsing stone chamber with just a moment’s use of magic, but the Emperor simply stood still until the dust covered his entire face.

That was how severe the conflict raging in his heart was.

*Remember, my descendant.* *This power should only be used when humanity is in great danger, or when the Great Demon is about to return.* *If you use it at any other time, the inherited power will be lost forever, and…*’

This was the imperial family’s secret, passed down only to each Emperor.

The last resort left by the ancient Archmage Taron Ares for his family (and for all humans).

If he used it, the Archmage’s power, passed down through generations of Emperors, would vanish.

And he would suffer terrible consequences.

But…

“The empire is in danger now.

This *is* a human crisis.

I’m not going against what my ancestor wanted.

Yes.”

*Crack.*

“I won’t be remembered as the Emperor who lost everything…”

The Emperor made his decision.

He would break the forbidden rule.

*Wooooosh.*

Suddenly, bright blue magic burst from the Emperor, pushing back the falling dust and holding up the collapsing room.

*Rumble!*

“I, the Empire, will win!

Logan Maclaine, wait for me!

You will pay for this!”

*Wooooosh.*

*Kwaaaaah!*

The blue magic grew stronger and stronger, and the entire safe house exploded in a flash of light and vanished.

There was nothing left but dust and silence.