Return of the Fallen Nobleman With an SSS-Rank Talent-Chapter 62: Join the kingdom of Kamelot?

Watching from a distance as Adam confronted the general, Lucas continued to give orders to the knights. However, internally, he couldn’t help but feel surprised by his young master’s performance.

The way he had used the Demon Crocodile’s eggs to attack the enemy camp...

It wasn’t something a young man of his age could have come up with so quickly.

It was...

As if he were watching an experienced knight.

Lucas stepped back, dodging a soldier’s attack before counterattacking with brutal precision.

The blade of his sword came down swiftly, splitting the man’s helmet and skull in one motion. Blood splattered his armor as the body fell heavily to the ground, teeth sinking into the damp earth, and tongue hanging lifelessly.

Gripping the hilt of his sword more tightly, Lucas circulated his mana throughout his body, feeling the energy coursing through every muscle.

Without wasting any time, he lunged at one of the enemy knights before they could organize themselves.

He needed to cause as much chaos as possible before the situation worsened... or before the battle turned into a fight to the death between the two sides.

But that wasn’t his real concern.

We only have thirty minutes.

Lucas pushed that thought aside and charged toward the knights at high speed, leaving deep tracks in the damp earth.

Not long after, the sound of clashing metal began to ring in his ears as he faced two knights at once.

...

"By ’Lord,’ do you mean the baron or Kamelot?" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

After uttering those words, Adam noticed Dorian’s expression freeze for a moment. Gradually, the surprise disappeared from his face, replaced by an expressionless mask. At the same time, the mana around him began to stir with greater intensity.

"How do you know that, kid?"

Adam raised an eyebrow slightly.

"...Huh? So they really are under orders from the kingdom of Kamelot."

For a brief second, a flash crossed Dorian’s eyes. It was the look of someone who had just realized they had revealed too much.

Adam smiled slightly.

"So the rumors were true. Your lord is a traitor... just like all of you. You really are a bunch of traitorous bastards."

Dorian took a step forward.

"You’re really clever. You ambushed us... then used the rank III monster to try to disrupt my knights..."

He paused briefly.

"And now you say something as if you were completely sure... just to confirm your suspicions."

The man lowered his head slightly, and a small laugh escaped his throat.

"Wonderful... how wonderful."

The laughter grew.

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

Dorian looked up with an almost feverish gleam in his eyes.

"Tell me, boy... wouldn’t you like to join us? With a brain like yours, we could conquer the entire continent. What do you say?"

Adam remained motionless.

"...Join the kingdom of Kamelot?"

His voice came out low, almost incredulous.

"Is this a joke?"

For a moment, he stood still, as if he had just heard a forgotten language.

He was in shock.

Not even in his wildest dreams had the idea of joining the kingdom that had made his life hell crossed his mind.

And then...

The memories came flooding back.

All of them.

The loss.

The loneliness.

The day he lost everything.

The hell that followed.

He remembered how he had shut himself off and disappeared from the world after his fiancée’s death.

Little by little, Adam’s expression faded from his face.

His gaze became cold and empty, like a block of ice.

And then, slowly, an ominous aura began to seep from his body.

"Looks like you’re in the mood for jokes like that."

Doria let out a loud laugh.

"Sorry, it’s just that I get romantic from time to time."

And in a matter of seconds, his figure disappeared, leaving only a residual image in the air.

CLANG!

The impact ran through Adam’s sword like an electric shock. His arms tensed as he deflected Dorian’s downward blow by just a few inches.

The mud beneath his boots gave way half a step.

The attack was much heavier than the ones from a few moments ago, but even so, Adam didn’t show a single sign of pain or discomfort.

Dorian wasn’t trying to fence with him.

He was trying to kill him.

Adam had to focus entirely on the knight standing before him, an opponent of higher rank than himself.

The knight advanced without stopping. His sword swung down again, this time in a brutal diagonal cut that whistled through the air.

Adam moved his feet quickly as he shifted his stance and covered his sword with a thick layer of mana.

CLANG!

The impact was so strong that his entire arm vibrated, pushing him several inches backward from the force of the blow.

But Adam seemed unaffected.

The Mana Dharma Wheel appeared above his head and began to spin slowly, absorbing mana from the air.

The second blow came almost immediately.

CLANG!

For the third, Adam swung his sword and deflected the blow toward the ground. In the same movement, he briefly planted the blade in the mud and used the momentum to jump, launching a kick from that awkward position.

But Dorian leaned back, easily dodging the attack, and counterattacked with a kick of his own.

Adam barely had time to cover his stomach.

The impact threw him several meters backward.

He stumbled back as mud splattered beneath his boots, trying to maintain his balance.

Dorian took up his stance again.

"Heh, you have great talent for fencing; you’ve had an excellent teacher."

"..."

Adam remained silent as he analyzed the situation, which... unfortunately, was not in his favor, but he wasn’t looking to win either; he was buying time.

He had prepared another surprise for his dear neighbors in Migzar... in short, they were a kind of decoy.

I just have to hold on a little longer.

His mind was clearer now, but his expression remained the same.

This time, Adam was the first to attack.

The tip of his sword lunged directly at Dorian’s neck, fast and precise. However, due to the difference in strength between the two, the attack barely managed to put pressure on his defense.

There was no point in pushing any further.

He also didn’t want to show all his cards in that fight.

And, from what he could tell, Dorian seemed to be doing the same thing. Adam had no way of knowing for sure, but the feeling was clear: the knight was still not fighting at full strength.

Because Adam knew it for a fact.

If Dorian decided to use all his strength...

The outcome of the battle would probably already have been decided.

And that was precisely why Adam was taking advantage of that margin.

"Is that all?!"

Dorian roared as he raised his sword and attacked mercilessly.

The steel came down again.

Adam raised his sword to deflect the blow.

But this time the impact was too strong.

CRACK!

His arms trembled when the enemy’s steel collided with his own. The impact knocked him two full steps back.

The tip of his sword was deflected.

And for a moment...

He lost his line.

Dorian saw it.

The smile that appeared on his face was savage.

...

Under the moonlight.

A soldier from Dorian’s group, who had escaped from the camp to survive, zigzagged quickly between the trees. The branches scratched his body, leaving bloody wounds on his skin.

But he wasn’t the only one running.

From the shadows emerged a pack of hungry wolves, silent and ruthless.

The first lunged without warning, snapping its jaws shut with a wet crunch on the man’s calf. The bone broke instantly, snapping like dry wood.

The man screamed in pain, just before another wolf jumped on his shoulder and tore off a chunk of flesh, exposing his throbbing shoulder blade.

He fell to the ground.

He had no chance to get up.

The wolves pounced all at once. A bite on his lower jaw pulled so hard that it tore off half his face. His tongue hung out, still twitching nervously, while the rest of his teeth flew through the air amid splashes of thick blood.

Another sank its jaws into his belly, tearing through the skin; wet intestines and viscera slid to the floor with a slimy sound, and were caught between voracious fangs and claws.

One of the wolves tore off his hand and gnawed on it as if it were a piece of leather. Another clung to his neck and ripped out his windpipe with a sharp tug, letting a stream of warm blood splash onto the nearby tree trunks like a crimson brushstroke.

The soldier from Dorian’s group no longer had the throat to scream or the legs to run. All he had left were reflex spasms, while the wolves tore his body apart, ripped out his organs, gnawed on his cartilage, and tore his nerves as if they were strands of moss.

When it was all over, nothing remained but a mass of unrecognizable flesh and broken bones scattered among the grass.

One of the wolves raised its head, its muzzle covered in warm entrails, and howled at the moon.

...

[Author’s note: I know I’m writing here very often, but it’s to say that today and tomorrow will be one Chapter each; I’ve been sick and can’t spend much time writing, but by Monday I’ll be back to posting two Chapters a day.]