volume 2 - Chapter 163 (1/2)
Chapter 163 – Planeswalker’s battle (6)
The only person Graudin rely on for his safety was Iamas. If the latter was unable to ensure his safety, then the barbarian-like youth would really run him through his sword.
Iamas ignored the mewling man behind him: “But I still have some confidence in holding out for thirty minutes.”
“Thirty minutes? So that your undead army can march in through the city?” Brendel’s smile spread across his face, getting straight to the point.
“Truly, if you are not my enemy, I would suspect that you were some close friend of mine when I was still living. Even my personal maid doesn’t know me as well as you do.”
Brendel merely smiled at his provocation. This character coincided with the knowledge he had of him in the game. His pride extended all the way to his speech and had offended many people in Madara. Because of that, he was sent to work under Incirsta’s command.
His feet had not stopped moving, and he was less than ten meters away from Iamas. Ciel was right behind him, ready with a spell.
“Lord Viscount, have you received a response from the city’s west gate? I do recall the mercenary commander’s to have quite the pretty features for a woman. But fret not, the forces under my command here are not many and was merely sent out to delay them from setting up a foothold in the west.”
Brendel stopped and listened silently.
“I do believe my kind has breached the city. Of course, they are low-level skeletons led by useless fledging necromancers, but even so, if you don’t rush to that lovely woman’s aid, I’m afraid the situation might turn out to be quite troublesome?”
The youth resisted from wanting to smash his fist onto Iamas’s mask. There was a level of smugness from him that grated on his nerves, but he was quite aware that Iamas had no need to lie to him because the latter already did it.
[If the situation is just as Iamas had stated, then it wouldn’t be just a troublesome situation, forget the damage done to the city, everyone is in danger. Even now I have received no news from the west gate. The fact that I had Ciel create so many bridges ended up as a terrible decision! s.h.i.+t, this b.a.s.t.a.r.d dared to separate his troops from the start of this battle. Does he really care about Graudin’s life— No, that’s not it, the Iamas I know will never do that, he intended to bring Graudin out of here from the very start!]
Brendel’s heart sank.
He had been worried about Jana’s situation since he had not received any news, and now he finally received an answer. He asked himself why Madara had to keep Graudin safe at all cost. He was not even the eldest son, and merely one of many—
He took a deep breath. Iamas attack had indeed struck into one of his weak points. It was fortunate that he did not waste any more time talking and forced him to reveal his secret. There was still room for a choice to be made.
[d.a.m.n it. As expected from the Scales of War. If it’s possible, I really want to cut off his head right here, even more so than Graudin’s.]
It was the start of the Black Rose War, but Iamas was already exhibiting the same intelligence and brilliance in predicting the future. If he managed to get the Blood of the Evil Dragon, he would be impossibly hard to kill.
Perhaps the undead general in front of him might even know of his plan?
“Thirty minutes remain. Perhaps we can make a deal instead?” Iamas smiled, golden flames igniting in his eyes.
Graudin sighed with relief, showing an ugly smile from his rigid face. He chortled a few times, delighted at Brendel’s misery. The latter seemed to be caught in two places. He looked like he did not care the undead razed his entire city to the ground. The lowly commoners were like c.o.c.kroaches after all, and even the city could be rebuilt.
The most important thing was to enjoy how Brendel felt. He could not help but speak with a triumphant smile.
“Young man, you have to pay the price for being rash—” Graudin suddenly recalled the price he paid for trying to taunt him, and hurriedly stopped what he was doing: “But I admit you are powerful. Strength deserves to be respected. If you let things go as it is, I can make a promise on behalf of my father…… To stop our feud.”
He started to relax and continued: “As you very well know, we n.o.bles typically dislike wars that hurt each other so we should make peace. But there is one other thing; I received reports that my adopted daughter is amongst the mercenaries—”
Suddenly Iamas turned around and glared at him. Graudin’s heart beat loudly and realized he had committed an error. He quickly stopped talking.
“Do you mean to give up on the mercenaries and everyone else in the city? I know the skeletons are unable to stop you, and it is no matter to me of might turn out to be their fates. But this is where you are different from me.” Iamas returned his gaze back to Brendel.
Graudin put on a sinister smile. Iamas was using the same trick he had used a few days ago by threatening the men under Brendel. Watching Brendel entering the same trap again filled his heart with malicious glee.
Everyone looked at Brendel and waited for his response—
“Iamas, there is an ancient saying where I came from.” Brendel’s hand loosened its grip on the sword he was carrying. For a moment he looked almost defeated before he continued speaking: “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man!”