Chapter 20: Princess of the Fallen Kingdom (2/2)

A sharp voice with unrepressed hostility suddenly spoke, setting the girl’s party on alert at once.

Soon, however, their alertness turned into profound despair, for many figures dressed in black cloaks and wearing bizarre black and white masks appeared from the dense forest.

The girl was only too familiar with them—their secret base in Lancaster had been overrun by those same cultists!

At the moment, she was completely surrounded by the cultists.

The one who spoke was probably their leader who had just slowly stepped out from their formation. He lifted his right hand, and his cloak slipped off to expose his scar-laden right hand.

An insect resembling an overgrown purple fly was resting on his right index finger, and using its front legs to rub its massive compound eyes.

“This black corpsefly is not useful in fighting as a magical pet, but as a familiar it can precisely identify the rotting odor lingering on every ‘Rotten Bones’ follower,” the cultist said proudly. “It’s all too easy to track all of you with it.”

Before the girl could retort, the guard beside her cried out in agony—she turned in panic, and found the stoic middle-aged man Carlo had cut down one of the guards.

“Stop! What are you doing, Uncle Carlo?!” The young girl exclaimed in surprise.”

“Don’t you get it? The black corpsefly was tracking your Captain Carlo’s scent!” The cultist leader laughed dementedly. “That Uncle Carlo you respect so much was on our side in the first place—he has become a follower of Rotten Bones!”

“How could this be…” The girl was in disbelief.

“I am sorry, Your Highness.”

Carlo remained as stoic as ever and showed no apologetic expression whatsoever. “You know very well that my wife and daughter died in the defense of Tierra. I could never forget the terrible state of their lifeless bodies, and in every moment of the last few years, my heart burns with vengeance… Even so, after fighting in the war, I now know for sure of the gap between an army blessed by a god and another which was abandoned. That feeble God of Games is unable to help me exact vengeance, and as such, I sold my soul to a god who can actually help me claim revenge.”

“So, in the end, I’m just a ladder you climb on the path of vengeance?” The girl’s body was quivering. She felt as if she had fallen into an icy cavern after being betrayed by the one person whom she trusted the most.

“An initiation, to be precise. Meanwhile, we’re going to properly ‘educate’ you before presenting you as a gift to some noble in the empire, Princess of Tierra. I’m convinced that we could get something really nice from those pigs with that very title.” The cultist leader interjected. “They especially like such things.”

“I won’t let you!” The girl bit her lip and unsheathed her saber.

The other guards followed suit and brought their weapons to bear at the cultists and the traitorous captain of the guards surrounding them.

“The other ladies all say that, and all of them ended up as our tributes. It’s perfectly fine—we have people with special skills designed for that amongst our group.” The leader of the cultist was not concerned despite the young girl’s weapon, but was instead becoming thrilled. “It won’t take a while before you’ll be as docile as they were.”

“I’m very sorry,” Carlo said dryly, before pointing his sword at the girl.

“You will face divine retribution for turning against God,” the young girl said, slightly trembling as she tried to maintain her courage.

“Maybe. Like you, I once held immeasurable faith in that God of Games, but he never helped His Grace in the fall of Tierra, nor did he help me when my wife and daughter were killed by soldiers serving the traitor king,” Carlo said coldly. “That is why now, in this very moment, he would not help you either, Your Grace.”

“Because that god is so cold-blooded and heartless.”