Vol. 1 - Ch. 63 - The Rose Baron Who Flipped the Table

“As long as I can reach that place...”

With his clothes and hair burned black, the Rose Baron moved swiftly through the narrow alleys with a gloomy expression. Despite his mismatched physique, his movements were surprisingly agile.

Why does that damned noble third-generation brat have to oppose me at every turn?

That kind of person had been born with everything. He could never understand the hardships that the Rose Baron had endured!

He had talent. He had ability. Yet simply because he was an illegitimate child with an ugly appearance, he had lived a life worse than that of a pig or a dog since childhood.

At the age of fifteen, he had relied on schemes and poison to kill the old Lord and Lady Helmer. Afterward, he had smoothly taken control of the Rose Territory through legitimate procedures.

But that was where his progress had stopped.

Because this was a country where bloodlines determined everything.

This was a world where one’s birth decided one’s fate!

So what if he was capable? So what if he had ambition?

He could only hide away in his tiny territory for his entire life, unable to rise above his station.

Marriage alliances had been his only way out.

But the irony was that nobody wanted him.

No matter how well he managed the Rose Territory, no matter how skilled he was at handling people, the appearance and bloodline he had been born with could never be made up for.

In the end, even that commoner had betrayed him!

After stripping the skin from the woman who had given birth to that bastard witch, he had finally understood—

No one in this world is worthy of trust.

Only the power in my own hands is the true answer!

Therefore, he had pursued power at all costs, even if it was only a little higher than what he currently possessed...

Eventually, his ambition had attracted their attention, and an opportunity had appeared.

An opportunity that could allow him to break free from his identity in this world where the hierarchy of bloodlines was deeply rooted.

But after plotting for so long and making so many preparations, why was he still being obstructed by that bastard who possessed nothing but a pretty face?

Whether it was the Blackstone Territory or the current Whitepine Territory, it had always been the same!

His face twisted with fury, and a faint crack! sounded from his tightly clenched teeth.

But it did not matter.

Everything was already over.

So what if that bastard had brought two traitors with him and blocked their path?

The true assassins carrying out the order had already headed toward the Viscount’s Manor!

Relying on those people from Frostfall to stop them?

Impossible.

Helmer revealed a sinister smile, the expression of someone who had already succeeded in his scheme.

He had long since obtained information about those people’s movements. He had even used the Blood Serpent Society’s slave trade network to deliver a large amount of deliberately fabricated intelligence to them.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he understood the arrangements within Whitepine City better than that foolish cat named Fenrir.

Just as he was about to turn the next corner, a familiar voice that made him feel sick suddenly rang out.

“Palermo Flying Kick! Haaah!”

The next moment, his face suffered a violent impact, and the hunched-over man was sent flying backward.

Although his head had received a heavy blow, he immediately realized what had happened.

He instantly raised his cane and aimed it toward the attacker’s location.

But just as he was about to press the hidden button, a fierce impact struck his lower body.

“Gah!”

As unbearable pain swept through his entire body, Helmer let out a miserable scream.

“Ha! The ultimate move of Palermo Fighting Technique!”

Having successfully taken a shortcut and ambushed the Rose Baron with Liko, his biological infrared radar, Lynn gave him no chance to recover. He immediately followed up with several more powerful flying kicks aimed at the little baron.

“How dare you lay your hands on my sacred assets! How dare you destroy my White Pine City! How dare you waste my money! Go to hell!”

Seeing that the Rose Baron’s entire body was twitching uncontrollably and his eyes had nearly rolled back from the pain, Lynn finally wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Then, like a victorious warrior, he placed his hands on his waist and stood proudly.

“Cough... Cough... Cough... You think... You’ve won?”

Looking at the smug Lynn, Baron Helmer, who now looked no different from a stray dog lying by the roadside, let out a weak and strange laugh.

“The assassins... have already entered... the Viscount’s Manor... The people from Frostfall... cannot completely... stop them...”

Seeing that Helmer still remained confident in his own scheme, Lynn looked at him as if he were an idiot.

“Of course I know that Frostfall’s people definitely don’t have as many men as you do.”

“But the ones protecting the Viscount aren’t only the people from Frostfall.”

As he spoke, Lynn crouched down and patted the somewhat confused Baron Helmer’s head.

“Remember this: never underestimate emotional thinking.

People like us can be without emotions ourselves, but we must always respect the emotions of others.

I wonder whether your assassins still have someone as powerful as Griffin among them—someone capable of defeating a fully unleashed dark witch?”

Upon hearing this, an expression of disbelief appeared on the Rose Baron’s face.

Impossible.

That bastard... that wretched woman... could she actually...

In an instant, he recalled the inexplicably delayed progress of his Plan One.

“Traitor... just like that cheap woman who gave birth to her... truly not worthy of... trust...”

The baron gritted his teeth and cursed viciously, but in the next moment, he received another heavy slap from Lynn.

“Bah! If you don’t provide an equal bargaining chip, then it isn’t a fair transaction with any internal restraints.

A supplier who cannot provide trust naturally cannot receive trust. That’s common sense!

You don’t even understand the most basic spirit of contracts. No wonder you ended up like this.”

Lynn’s slap and mockery became the final straw that crushed the Rose Baron.

Deserving?

Was he truly deserving of this?

Absolutely not!

He had devoted everything he had and paid any price necessary, all for the sake of pursuing what he desired!

If even someone like him, who had sacrificed everything, could not achieve his goal, then why could that bastard born into comfort do so?

He hated it!

He hated Lynn before him.

He hated this country that blocked his path forward.

He hated this flawed world!

That was right.

This world was wrong!

Therefore, therefore it needed to be corrected.

He still had one final move.

A piece on the board that even that old snake Richard knew nothing about—a piece gifted to him by an even more secretive organization.

Once this piece was played, a portion of this world’s mistakes would be corrected.

And so, he began whispering in a low voice, reciting the strange incantation taught to him by that person.

Looking at Helmer, who was muttering incomprehensible words, Lynn frowned.

What does this mean? Did I beat him stupid?

No, don’t tell me his reward will be reduced after I hand him over to Aina because he’s become an idiot.

However, very quickly, his ears caught a certain word.

More precisely, a certain name.

“...Anmon...”

In an instant, goosebumps rose all over his body.

【!! Red Alert !!】

【A rising contamination index has been detected】

He immediately tried to stop the other party, but he felt an inexplicable force field separating the two of them.

Inside the smoke-filled corridor of the Viscount’s Manor, Lilith, who had been protecting the Viscount and the Viscount’s eldest son behind her, dispersed the dark magic gathered in her hand.

In front of her, three dried corpses lay twisted on the ground.

Just as she finally let out a sigh of relief, she suddenly sensed a familiar fluctuation.

Her pupils abruptly contracted.

Because that fluctuation was precisely the same as the relic the Rose Baron had given her...

Inside the White Pine Church, a graceful figure wearing a pure white veil robe knelt devoutly before the statues of the gods.

Her hands were folded over her chest, and a peaceful smile rested on her face, as if the chaos that had resembled hell moments ago had never existed.

Suddenly, her eyelids twitched slightly.

Before her, the twelve-winged statue representing the God of Light began emitting faint white patterns of light.

As the light patterns gradually faded away, she gave a slight nod.

Then, she opened her eyes.

Revealing a brilliance as dazzling as the sun in the night sky.

“Hahahaha! I offer this sacrifice that perfectly matches your nature. Please descend with your divine power!”

As the Rose Baron let out a strange laugh, the restraining force field disappeared.

He raised his head and looked mockingly at Lynn, whose expression had turned strange, his eyes filled with blood vessels.

“That cheap woman was the first sacrifice, but she will definitely not be the last!

Everything that I cannot obtain... let it all be destroyed!

Hahahaha!”

Looking at the arrogantly laughing Baron Helmer, Lynn understood everything in an instant.

That Anmon’s ring was the coordinate for the sacrifice.

And by using the ritual to sacrifice Lilith, the dark witch who perfectly matched its requirements, that dangerous existence would descend with a portion of its power.

If that was truly the case, then it was over...

But that was only if it was really true.

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