【Name: Alastor Litton (Avatar)】
【Title: Seventh Seat of the Order, 'Greed'】
【Magic: 4.9, Physique: 2.0, Charm: 1.0】
【Traits:】
【Servant of Black Mist (Purple): You can devour negative emotions and split your origin to create controllable avatars.】
【Lost Lamb (Purple): Your soul is incredibly resilient; with a little rest, you can withstand splitting. No soul magic can shake your sense of self.】
【Master of Demagoguery (Blue)】, 【Poison Mastery (Blue)】...
Watching the incredibly luxurious status panel flashing in the black mist as the tip of his sword swept past, Lynn's expression was grim.
The Chaos Order... Even in the original game's storyline, they were a colossal entity whose influence spanned across major empires, only appearing in the later stages of the plot.
And a member of their First Sequence—one of those who held a titled seat—how could they appear in a place like this?
“It seems you've gotten yourself into quite a bit of trouble during the brief moment I was gone.”
A pale Veronica forced herself to stand up.
Staring at the smiling boy before her, countless thoughts flashed through Veronica's mind in an instant.
‘How did you get here?’
‘You fool! This isn't an opponent you can handle. Don't push yourself!’
‘Run! Hold out until the organizers' reinforcements arrive!’
But in the end, she said nothing, silently gripping her rapier.
Whether this choice was wise or not, this was that idiot's resolve.
‘Dithering and making excuses... wouldn't being a burden just be an insult to his resolve!?’
She stared at the golden-haired boy shielding her from behind, his punchable smile as prominent as ever.
“Hey, shorty. How about we put aside our differences for now and work together to take down this black mist bastard?”
“...Just what I was thinking.”
...
Alastor watched the two of them with great interest.
Only after their brief exchange ended did he leisurely clap his hands.
“My, my, the star of the show has finally arrived!”
He spread his hands, his posture as relaxed as if he were welcoming a late guest. “Young Master of the Reinhardt family, I have been waiting for you for a long time.”
“Getting to see you is indeed quite difficult~”
“The spies we spent fifty years planting in the North were deployed en masse, and all of our original plans and objectives were completely canceled...”
“The Order really bled heavily for this~ So—even if Count Gunier, who is staying behind in the territory, indeed has some tricks up his sleeve, you don't have to worry about anyone coming to interrupt our brief meeting~”
“Then I am truly honored~” Lynn narrowed his eyes.
“On my way here, I heard many rumors about you.” Alastor slowly tapped his chest. “Do you want to hear what those foolish people say about you?”
“Overbearing! Dissolute! Weak! Simply a combination of everything filthy!”
“How arrogant! How short-sighted! How—”
“Blind!”
He spread his arms and roared wildly, “The weak always jealously crown the strong with hypocritical labels to comfort their own cowardice!”
“Before coming here, the Chief's order was for me to kill you, but after seeing you, I changed my mind.”
He paused, reaching out his left hand toward Lynn.
“Why not join us? Wash away the humiliation of those labels with blood, and answer the fools' slanders with fear!”
“I can read your eyes... ah, how beautiful they are!”
“That is indifference toward everything that does not concern you, and a pure pursuit of power!”
“We are the same kind of people, Lynn von Reinhardt.”
Alastor's gaze was fanatical as he waited expectantly for Lynn's response.
“You are so annoying.”
“?”
“You've been buzzing and chattering nonstop since just now.” Lynn smiled brightly. “As far as last words go—aren't they a bit too long?”
“...Sigh.”
Alastor lowered his gaze.
“What a pity, Mr. Lynn.”
Magic like a black tide surged at his fingertips.
Under Veronica's solemn gaze, the eleven avatars that had been pierced through by her ice threads slowly stood up from the ground in a distorted manner.
Resurrected!?
“Did the Lady Saintess think I was just talking to you for nothing?”
“Although your previous battle was beautiful and moving, unfortunately, my fallen avatars only need a little time to recover... Eh?”
Alastor's drawn-out tone suddenly faltered in confusion.
He saw that the avatar Lynn had burned with blazing fire when he descended from the sky had just stood up, only to collapse with a crash.
What was going on? It couldn't recover?
Puzzled, he released his perception, probing toward the abnormal avatar.
‘Even the negative soul remaining in the shell... was burned away together with it?’
‘What pure magic... I've never heard of any child's play fire magic below Tier 3 being able to achieve this level...’
He burst into laughter. “Interesting! Truly interesting!”
“Lynn von Reinhardt, let me see just how many surprises you can bring me!”
His loud shouting suddenly stopped. Alastor stared at the scene before him in sheer disbelief.
The drifting snow suddenly ceased.
The snow-white plains vanished without a trace, replaced by a magnificent marble floor.
Towering relief pillars supported a massive dome, and brilliant light cast down from the skylight.
The world fell into instant silence.
In the next instant, hymns and ceremonial cannons suddenly resounded!
“All Saints—All Saints—”
【Inherent Magic: Hall of Praise, Fully Unleashed!】
“Hey, hey... this is no joke~” Alastor's pupils shrank.
Veronica spat out a mouthful of blood. “You're not the only one—who was stalling for time!”
Dressed in magnificent robes, she waved her scepter, and a brilliant glow instantly wrapped around Lynn's limbs.
A pure white set of armor covered Lynn in an instant.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in Lynn's mind.
【You have entered the domain of an ally's Inherent Magic】
【Within this range, the initiator, Veronica, will provide the following buffs to her subordinate knight:】
【Magic: 3.5 -> 4.5】
【Physique: 2.9 -> 4.0】
“Go! My knight!”
The high-spirited Saintess waved her scepter.
“As you wish, Your Eminence.”
Beneath the heavy visor, the pure white knight gave a firm response.
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