The Shadowed Legacy of the Soulless Messenger [EN]: Chapter 374

The Sacrilegious Holy King 4

Everyone knows that Azadin is the son of a man born from a curse.

In the past, it was a symbol of a curse, but now that Azadin has inherited the title of Count and is on a roll, it has become like a birth myth of an extraordinary origin.

“This is quite an unexpected story, Your Majesty. But why are you here instead of sitting on the throne of Banlung….”

As Sion Etar said that, Azadin waved his hand.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean. Suddenly using honorifics now? Isn’t it too awkward?”

“……”

Sion Etar gestured to his subordinates.

The ones who had the Black Steel Bows aimed lowered their bows.

“Are you saying you kicked the throne and came out?”

“Exactly.”

“Are you out of your mind? Why? Didn’t you prove you were the rightful king? I know those Church of the King guys aren’t here, but the Celestials of the Rescue Knights will arrive soon. If you had shown them that you are the Holy King….”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

Out of the blue, Jibeck agreed with Sion Etar.

Everyone’s eyes were on Jibeck and Sion.

‘Is it really true?’

‘Did he really kick the throne and come out?’

Seeing Jibeck’s reaction, the Messenger Clan was sure that Azadin had manifested the Light of the King and had kicked the throne and come out.

“If you decide to become king, the clan will forget the past and fully support you as king.”

Sion Etar said, calming his trembling heart.

“Azadin, you know after managing your territory, right? How much the Aragasas’ [a race of people] capabilities help in managing a territory. If we help, managing the kingdom will be easier.”

“But how can I be a true king if I join hands with those who summoned the Nether’s envoys and massacred the people?”

“It seems like the Northern Empire is doing it just fine?”

Sion Etar warned Azadin.

Don’t get cocky just because you manifested the Light of the King. It’s not like there are no other options.

It was a warning with that meaning, but of course, it didn’t work on Azadin.

“That’s why it’s going to be difficult. The Northern Empire already has the Northern Aragasas clan. And your ambitions can’t be satisfied with just what the Northern Empire promises, that they will become emperor and restore the Messenger Clan, right? Isn’t that so?”

Sion Etar was surprised that Azadin saw through the current state of the clan.

‘He’s capable indeed. Based on Kajas’ teachings, he seems to have belatedly bloomed his talents while merging with Arael.’

As Azadin said, the clan is currently in loose cooperation with the Northern Empire.

To be precise, the Northern Empire is dangling the bait that they will restore the Messenger Clan if they become emperor, and the Messenger Clan is acting separately while pretending to bite the bait.

The current policy of the Messenger Clan is to take more of their share by taking advantage of the chaos caused by the descent of the Nether’s gods.

They are trying to use Azadin if he becomes king for that policy….

Azadin doesn’t like such a policy of the Messenger Clan.

‘Well, it’s not like the throne chose him as king for no reason. If we openly join hands with him, he wouldn’t be qualified as a king. Ah. If I think like this, it’s like we’re admitting that we’re the bad guys? Well, we’re clearly not good people. The people of Hybris deserved to die, but it’s true that there were powerless civilians mixed in. But those powerless civilians are also jerks who throw stones at the Aragasas.’

Sion Etar had mixed feelings.

His position in the Aragasas Council of Elders is very high, but Azadin has clearly become a huge issue that he cannot handle alone.

A Holy King chosen by the throne has appeared from the Aragasas bloodline.

There are too many elements to use politically.

“Sion Etar. Are you the only elder here? If so, this is not something you can decide alone, right? Your head must be complicated, so you can go. Go and discuss it with others and think about it enough.”

Azadin said that without any sign of fear, even in front of the elite Aragasas fully armed with Black Steel Bows.

It was a composure that came from knowing that Sion Etar could never handle this matter alone, immediately.

That composure was annoying, so Sion Etar subtly threatened him.

“Azadin. The Black Steel Bow shooters are aiming at you right now. Is there a reason not to shoot? At the very least, if we subdue and kidnap you, we can secure a being with the power of the king.”

“If you really wanted to kidnap me, you would have attacked already.”

“The life of Midiam Etar is in our hands, Azadin. If you value her life….”

“Is the Etar clan threatening with the life of an Etar? Don’t you think that’s a very low-level statement?”

“Haa….”

Sion Etar sighed. No matter how much he threatened, coaxed, or appeased him, Azadin didn’t even blink an eye.

“What should we do, Elder?!”

“We’re withdrawing.”

Surprisingly, Sion Etar gave up this absolute advantage of being surrounded by Black Steel Bow shooters.

“I’m sorry. I was confused by the unexpected situation and said things I didn’t need to say. Please forgive me. I hope you understand that I need your cooperation that much, Azadin.”

Sion Etar left those words and withdrew with his subordinates.

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“Whew. I almost went to the other side.”

Azadin finally let out a sigh of relief when the Messenger Clan retreated.

He pretended to be strong in front of the Messenger Clan, but he couldn’t help but feel chills when the Black Steel Bow shooters were on standby.

No matter how great his magic is, he cannot guarantee his safety when the Messenger Clan is aiming the Black Steel Bows.

It’s not for nothing that they are called the King Slayers.

“It’s a good thing he was a reasonable guy, or it would have been dangerous with someone else.”

“But a clear weakness will arise. They don’t know that the throne is broken right now, but later, when they find out that the throne is broken, they will naturally know who broke it.”

Jibeck glared at Azadin.

“I can’t help it. I don’t want to get hit by a rain of Black Steel Bows. I did enough by bluffing to make them retreat. So, let’s run away quickly before we face more troublesome things.”

“Is this the only troublesome thing after breaking the throne?”

“It’s not like I broke it on purpose. Stop it, just stop it.”

Azadin started moving along the mountain ridge trail. It was to avoid meeting others, especially the Celestial Fire Knights, as much as possible.

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After the Light of the King was manifested, the strong winds and evil shadows that had been swirling over Banlung disappeared.

Rather, a warm breeze was blowing everywhere in Banlung, so Azadin’s warlord, surprised by this, immediately sent hippogriff scouts to spy on the situation inside the Banlung Kingdom.

And thanks to joining them midway, Azadin’s group was able to return to the main force safely without encountering the Celestial Fire.

They were able to return to the main force separately by riding hippogriffs and avoiding the Celestial Fire.

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“Whew. Man, this hippogriff is really ambiguous. It’s good to ride, but if supplies aren’t smooth when going on a long journey, you can’t ride it, right? It’s really good when you can use it, but it’s hard to create that usable environment.”

Azadin’s group obtained hippogriffs from the patrol and returned to Fort Sandokar quite quickly. The road that was so difficult on the way there was so convenient when they flew, it was really unfair.

It would have been nice if they had ridden hippogriffs on the way there, but on the way there, strong winds were blowing and the Nether’s monsters were occupying the sky, so it was not easy to ride them. As Azadin said, supplies were also a problem.

If they had taken hippogriffs that needed to eat a lot, they would have suffered from a lack of water and feed.

“Hey, Count Azadin. Even if you are a count, I won’t forgive you for insulting my hippogriffs!”

Selim, a minotaur who had devoted his life to raising hippogriffs, was about to lose it when Azadin, who had returned on a hippogriff, complained.

“Selim. This is in front of a noble person. Watch your words.”

Niselda scolded Selim’s attitude. To her, Azadin was a benefactor who had taken down her mortal enemy Griselda and was the Holy King chosen by the spirits of Yaegas.

Although Azadin told her not to call him king, she was holding back, but she didn’t want to tolerate Selim’s reckless behavior in the presence of the king.

“What’s with you, Niselda? Your attitude suddenly changed? You’ve always been polite to Count Azadin, but this is… Ah, did he perhaps take down Griselda?”

Selim realized that Azadin had fulfilled Niselda’s wish.

“Yes. Griselda is taken care of. And that’s not all. Summon all the executives.”

Azadin summoned the executives to share everything that had happened in Banlung.

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Currently, Azadin was the leader of a powerful warlord. Azadin, who had absorbed Sandokar and Naisandokar, was accepting refugees from nearby and achieving tremendous quantitative expansion.

Now, Azadin’s strategy meeting room had become like a kind of royal court meeting, and those who could attend this meeting had all gained considerable experience.

“Well, I feel like I’ve made a name for myself by selling out my own people. It’s a complicated feeling.”

Kalan, a dwarf mercenary, had mixed feelings. He was in a position where he was kicked out because he couldn’t adapt to his homeland, Banlung, but he felt mixed feelings about the fact that the Banlung dwarf royal family was contaminated by vampires and committed such terrible corruption, and that Azadin had dealt with it.

“What are you talking about? Just enjoy it. So, Captain, what happened? According to rumors, the Light of the King was manifested in Banlung.”

“That’s why I summoned you all. I sat on the throne of Banlung, and I was chosen by the spirits of Yaegas.”

“………….”

“Oh. Captain. That was a very funny statement. If it’s a joke, it’s definitely funny. But, you know, Captain, there’s such a thing as a position in society. There are times when a joke doesn’t end as a joke….”

Even Legion, who was usually not sincere, was at a loss for words and didn’t know what to do.

Instead of answering, Azadin manifested his power.

A halo of light appeared from Azadin’s head.

A warm and gracious golden light was spreading out from Azadin, driving away the cold and chill.

“What is this?”

Count Ibchek of Sandokar was the first to kneel before Azadin.

“Oh my god. The Light of the King! To think that I would see the true Light of the King in my lifetime! Your Majesty!”

“Ah.”

The others, even the playful half-elf Legion, knelt before Azadin.

They realized that Azadin had obtained the Light of the King, that he had sat on the throne, and that he had been chosen by the spirits was by no means an empty word.