After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 267 - 94: He... Might Not Be Human
"...let me think about it," the King of Dunoma wavered, naturally inclined to send Rhode to aid Ahtal and his companions. Moving the demon seal away as soon as possible would be the safest course of action for the Kingdom of Dunoma.
However, he was well aware of the tragedy that befell the Fenrir Kingdom. Allowing the kingdom’s strongest knight to leave, if followers of the Dusk Cult then came to sacrifice the Kingdom of Dunoma, that loss would far outweigh the benefits.
After weighing the pros and cons,
"No, you must stay in the kingdom," the King of Dunoma decided, waving his hand. "Should the followers of the Dusk Cult invade the kingdom, we will need you to lead the knights to resist."
"Right, Rhode, you cannot leave," the nobility also came to their senses, one after another urging Rhode to stay. They had recognized the key issue: letting Rhode, the strongest knight of the kingdom, leave was putting themselves in grave danger.
Should the followers of the Dusk Cult whimsically decide to sacrifice the Kingdom of Dunoma, then everyone present would be at risk.
Therefore, under no circumstances could the strongest knight, Rhode, be allowed to leave.
"...Yes," Rhode lowered his head amid the clamor of advice surrounding him, ultimately choosing to stay in the kingdom. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
The King sighed in relief, but since Rhode had already volunteered to help the hero, it wouldn’t sound good if the King outright refused him.
After pondering,
"Rhode, let your daughter assist Ahtal," he leaned against the gilded throne, resting his cheek in his hand.
"With Lola’s strength, she should be more than capable of aiding Ahtal and the rest," his gaze deepened. "If all goes well, Lola could also become a world-renowned knight."
Everyone knew the deeds of Ahtal and his companions were a tale of legend and epic, and if they could indeed move the demon seal,
they would surely become the subject of minstrels’ ballads.
"My King, thank you for your kindness," Rhode agreed to the proposal, viewing it as an opportunity for his daughter to leave the kingdom and become a world-famous knight.
And many others had this idea:
Join Ahtal and his companions and then become celebrated heroes, thereafter gaining wealth and renown.
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Three days later, outside the Fenrir Royal City.
A residence covered with snow revealed a dim light through its eaves, and the sound of conversation could be faintly heard.
"There is a vampire nearby with ill intentions," the Red Dragon King, lounging on a sofa and gazing at the ceiling, said to Ahtal. "It is likely here to cause trouble for you."
He chuckled.
"Do you need me to deal with it for you?"
"No need," Xi Mu got up, bracing his knees, but was pulled back by Eden, who reached out a hand on seeing his puzzled look.
"Count Dracula isn’t going to confront you directly now," Eden spoke calmly, pulling Xi Mu back to his seat as he was about to head out to battle.
She picked up a cup of hot tea from the table and offered it to Xi Mu.
"Instead of wasting your strength, better rest a while."
"Fine, I’ll take your advice," Xi Mu didn’t refuse, sipping the hot tea handed to him, acknowledging that finding and killing Count Dracula indeed would take quite some time. It was better to wait for Dracula and the followers of the Dusk Cult to come together, then slaughter them all at once.
So he wasn’t in a hurry.
"Suna, welcome the heroes who have come to our aid," Eden gestured gracefully near her ear, making eye contact with Xi Mu.
"With their assistance, the pressure on us will lessen considerably. You won’t need to fight everywhere on your own."
"That is such a relief," Xi Mu smiled, not particularly concerned about the heroes volunteering to help.
In truth, even if the heroes hadn’t come forward themselves, the Church would have sent people to aid them. However, with the volunteer efforts of the heroes, the Church could save on resources.
"This way, you don’t have to keep fighting non-stop," Eden smiled tenderly, causing the Red Dragon King nearby to roll his eyes. He too was fighting non-stop, clearing out followers of the Dusk Cult near the source of fear.
Moreover, since Ahtal had transformed into a dragon, whether it was physical or magic power recovery speed, he was much stronger than a human, certainly not fatigued by three days of non-stop cleansing unless it was intense enough to cause a shortage of magic power.
However, in these three days of clearing followers of the Dusk Cult, they had yet to encounter any high-ranking members.
It was unclear what exactly those followers of the Dusk Cult were plotting.
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Meanwhile,
On the other side.
Outside a humble church.
"Pross?" Suna held a pen, recording information and assessing the one-armed swordsman in front of her. The man, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and resting a hand on the hilt of his sword, exuded a mature and worldly aura, obviously no ordinary individual.
"The hero who fought alongside Ahtal against the immortal serpent?"
"Correct," Pross nodded, openly admitting that he fought with Ahtal against the immortal serpent.
That battle made him a hero in people’s mouths, even if he was just briefly mentioned by minstrels recounting the tale of the serpent’s defeat.
But at least, he was still a hero.
It was like the story of a hero’s party; even though he wasn’t the hero himself, he was still part of the hero’s team. There was always a part of the tale that included him.
Even if he had only made a minimal effort, he was still mentioned.
"Welcome aboard, Sir Pross," Suna smiled. Though she wasn’t very familiar with the details of the serpent battle, since he was a friend of Ahtal’s, she presumed he was competent.
