The Lord Is Too Overbearing

“He has made his move, huh?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. Sir Basil Pacifer has resurfaced and…at the same time, the people on the wanted list—his supporters—along with 70 Mages with a terrifying pressure came out of the Dungeon in 13 different points in the world.”

“Ho-oh…that is quite intimidating.”

“Do you perhaps know who the mysterious Mages are?”

The King of Frachtenhein, Alphonse, who had been talking to his right-hand man, Cyane, while facing the 27th Obelisk, turned to the said right-hand man for the first time. He hummed to himself as he thought about how he should answer the question he was asked.

Kinslayers, the existence that many people believed to be a mere rumour. None of them believed that there were still living Kinslayers even though they believed the soul of the tortured Kinslayer remained in the Dungeon.

Seeing powerful individuals come out of the Dungeon, some people must have realized what was happening and who the individuals were. All of them, however, were still in denial since they didn’t want to believe that Basil could pull the Kinslayers into his side.

“I can’t say for sure, Cyane.” Given the circumstance, Cyane was hesitant to conclude anything. “They may be whom I think they are and maybe not.” There was no guarantee that the Church didn’t lie about who Kinslayers actually were. “What I can tell for sure is that they are formidable.”

The conversation ceased as Cyane nodded his head solemnly. At the same time, the atmosphere turned heavier as the Mana Pressure the Obelisk was exuding overwhelmed the air.

Their attention turned to the Obelisk, hearts beating in anticipation. Soon enough, the Elves whom they were going to aid came out of the Obelisk; rabid Demons were chasing behind them, roaring fiercely overwhelmed with the urge to kill.

Hum!

The Demons rapidly chasing after the Elves were not the only thing worthy of note. The Obelisk was shooting a beam of dense Mana out of its peak at the same time it retracted the Barrier that separated the Demons and the separate world.

An unbearable pressure washed the entire BA-27, making the soldiers who had determined themselves shake. Even the people who lived far from it but still could see the beam were shaken when they heard the humming sound that was transmitted directly into their heads.

“It is time to aid our friends, Cyane. Well…our friends-until-proven-enemies.”

“Soldiers, charge!”

As Alphonse risked his army in BA-27 to help the Elves, betting on the assumption that Basil was right; Gerhard van Vallienda and Mason Baillocke were standing before their army that was stationed near the Dungeon where Basil had been reported had come out from.

They didn’t rush there from their Kingdom, they had been there before Basil got out, following August’s suggestion who were sure Basil would pass that way. The fact that they got it right excited them as much as it terrified them.

“My, my…as someone who is friends with the most respectable person in this world, our Great Pontiff Jaheim Abremson, Duke August is a fairly vile person, isn’t he? He was the one who told us to come here but he is the one who doesn’t come on time.”

“Are you nervous that Basil Pacifer is approaching?”

“Everyone is on edge—even you, Mason Baillocke.” The King of Vallienda, Gerhard, pointed to Mason’s trembling hand. “That lad is terrifying. If it wasn’t for our experience, we wouldn’t have been able to keep our faces straight when he blasted his Mana Pressure back then at the Summit Meeting.”

Mason looked down at his trembling hand and frowned. He clenched his fist, stopping the tremble, and then scoffed in amusement.

“It is unsavoury to admit that but you are right…that lad is a monster,” he muttered. “Oh, here is the best part. A moment before they were decimated, our scouting team told me that Basil had become a Seventh Circle Mage.”

“…how are our odds?” Gerhard looked at Mason solemnly, demanding a serious answer with his gaze.

Mason smiled sardonically and then shrugged his shoulder. “Let us just do our best, mate.”

Both of them were Seventh Circle Mages; Mason was a Spellcaster, whereas Gerhard was a Battle Mage. None of them was as competent as Anthony or Alphonse since, unlike them, they only had five Grand Circles.

Despite their shortcomings, though, they were avid worshippers of the Four Great Gods. They believed that their Gods would always accompany them in their struggle as long as they were fighting their Gods’ way, which was why none of them faltered.

Swish!

When they saw Deacon dashing at them at a speed faster than the wind, their beating hearts immediately calmed down. Even though they were washed with the immense pressure of Xander, who was running right beside Deacon, none of them quivered or moved out of the way.

“Someone who knows the Dungeon well has told them to come here…” Basil remarked softly; his Pacifer Seal shone more intensely. “That August Rancuser—he seems to be very eager to have a go against me.”

“Ah, you can speak normally already?” Iliana commented.

“…neither of the ways I speak is abnormal. One is outdated, whereas the other is up to the current standard,” Basil rebutted.

“Well, the language is not what I am talking about. Your mannerism—only old folks like Xander find it normal. You always behaved like an obnoxious ancient twat before you became a Seventh Circle Mage when you activated your Pacifer Seal.”

“….”

Although Basil didn’t quite agree with what Iliana said since he had become accustomed to talking like that, he didn’t rebut her. His attention was focused on the army blocking their way ahead.

Mason and Baillocke didn’t bring their entire army there but the number of soldiers blocking Basil’s way was not few. Each of them brought five Legions with them, so sixty-thousand people were blocking the Pacifer bunch.

“Decimate the army, Xander. I shall take the heads of the two Kings.”

“Your command is my desire, My Lord!”

Jumping off Deacon, Basil used Wind Magic to launch himself at the two Kings. Xander and Deacon immediately sent their ranged attacks to distract the army.

Boom!

When Basil arrived before the two Kings, he immediately swung Durendal to destroy the Barrier they put before them. The Barrier immediately shattered, allowing him to enter their zone.

The two, however, already prepared a countermeasure. There were countless Temporary Magic Circles carved on the ground that exploded the moment Basil stepped on them.

The explosion was strong enough to scare the two, so they expected Basil to sustain some injuries. It was much to their disappointment and horror that Basil got away unharmed and could even immediately chase after them.

“They were High-Grade Spells, you know?” Gerhard muttered absurdly.

“What a monster…” Mason clicked his tongue.

Swish!

Basil appeared before them in a flash and then grabbed their hands even before they could react. Their eyes widened in horror; before they could do anything, Basil teleported them away with him.

The [Teleportation] was executed perfectly, so the two had no chance to disrupt the process. The moment they arrived at the place where Basil had set his [Checkpoint] on, however, they were given enough leisure to break free of his hold…more like, Basil decided to let them go.

“Support me, Mason!”

“On it!”

At the same time that they were retreating, Mason cast an Enhancement Spell on Gerhard. When they had made enough distance—when the Spell had taken effect, Gerhard dashed at Basil.

His glaive was held sideways, cutting the air as he ran. When Basil was already within his glaive’s reach, he immediately brandished it. Calmly, Basil deflected it to the side, shocking him with how much power he had. Basil then darted forward, instantly eliminating the distance between them.

With gritted teeth, Gerhard retracted his glaive and then positioned its shaft above his head. It was an arduous chore to do it but he managed to save his life thanks to it, albeit barely.

Clank!

Durendal and Caliburn hit the shaft of the Violet Grade Magic Glaive. The ground below the wielder of the Artefact cratered as the two swords gradually dug into the glaive’s shaft, evoking the terror of the wielder.

Just as he thought he would be cut in tow along with his glaive, Mason sent a Spell at Basil, prompting him to dodge it. It gave Gerhard enough chance to escape his predicament and make a distance.

“Be careful, Gerhard,” Mason warned. “Look around you…he has us wrapped around his finger.”

“What do you mean…?” Nervously, Gerhard looked around. Only then did he notice he was in an area that was surrounded by hundreds of swords. “Crumbs! It is his damned Aura Ability. This is why I hate facing a Knight.”

“Don’t be nervous—there are two of us. While you may not win against him in close combat, you have me to support you…. We are invincible!”

“You should have said it in a more convincing—”

“Quick, he is coming!”

Cursing under his breath, Gerhard confronted Basil the moment Mason warned him. He infused a huge amount of Mana into his glaive and then activated his Art.

“[Dance of The Bloody Rain]!”

Gerhard spun at the same time he swung his glaive. His glaive produced a circular Mana Blade that grew bigger to cut anything near its circumference.

Basil had to take a step back and then countered the Art with [Boulder Splitter] to break the Mana Blade. In the process, Gerhard glided through the ground in a flash and then appeared before him soon after the Mana Blade was destroyed.

Gerhard was ready to slam his glaive down. Basil merely raised Durendal and then pointed Caliburn at Mason, who was ready to send another Spell at him.

Clank!

Boom!

When the glaive clashed with Durendal, Basil quirked an eyebrow at how much power was put behind it. If not for the fact that he had a Barrier ready before him, he would have suffered an injury from the shockwave alone…a very light injury, that is.

Flinging Gerhard powerfully to the right, he discharged a ball of light the size of a human head out of Caliburn to counter the beam that Mason was sending him. A big explosion immediately occurred as soon as the two Spells crashed into each other.

BOOM!

In the chaos, Basil controlled the swords surrounding the area they were in and then distracted the incoming Gerhard with them. They did their job well; they busied Gerhard so well that Gerhard couldn’t even block his kick.

As Gerhard was flown away, Basil sent six of the swords he was controlling at Gerhard after coating them with sharp and small Wind Blades. They cut through the air in the blink of an eye but, unfortunately, they couldn’t hit their target.

Shatter!

“Well, well, well…. Look whom we have here.”

Someone had joined the fight and he was strong enough to destroy all of the swords with a swat of his hand.