Chapter 267 – Game of Divine Thrones 2 (2/2)

First observation, it was definitely not a monster.

When Woohyuk brought the intruder to the camp, the party members were taken aback.

“So young?”

“… He can’t be over 12 years old…”

“His height is similar to Song Anna…”

He was a short boy armed with a sword.

He was a martial artist from the Lioness Kingdom.

Woohyuk tied him up with some rope and started asking questions, “Where are the other survivors?”

“T-There are none! Everyone is dead except me!”

“Your name is?”

“Ajin. I live in a small village under Jeon-Ryun Mountain.”

According to Ajin’s words, one day, after a group of bandits attacked his village, he fled to this place.

He knew the geography of Jeon-Ryun Mountain well because he often spent time in the mountains digging up herbs.

However, he was saying that everyone else perished while only he managed to escape and survive.

“Do you expect me to believe that?” Woohyuk asked incredulously.

“D-Do you think I had some pipedream of striking it rich? I never wanted to enter this terrifying place! I haven’t even learned martial arts properly!” Ajin screamed as he struggled back and forth under the restrictions of the rope.

Leifina looked down at him with a sad expression.

“What he says seems to be true, my Lord. How about freeing him now?”

“No, I’ll leave him that way for now.”

Woohyuk intuitively sensed that Ajin was lying about something through his super senses.

But he didn’t know exactly what Ajin was lying about.

He needed to find out while doing some more face-to-face interrogation.

As Woohyuk sat back down to finish his venison steak, Ajin yelled out with an exasperated expression, “Do you really think you have time to eat a leisurely meal like that? The nights here are far worse than you think!”

“What do you mean? Do monsters come out?” Leifina asked.

“Eve told you to survive here for three days, right? Do you think she gave you guys that assignment to spend time leisurely like this? You over there, you may have already noticed a little because you’re an elf,” Ajin replied with a hint of condescending anger in his voice.

“…?”

Reina tilted her head once he pointed her out. She had no idea what he was talking about.

Ajin sighed as if the people in front of him were pathetic losers.

“Listen, the Wind God’s followers are hiding in these ruins. They are quiet during the day, but at night, when it’s dark, they appear out of nowhere and cut your throat with a sharp blade,” he said with a serious face.

“Looks like you’re talking about the Night Fairies,” Woohyuk murmured.

Night Fairies.

They were fairies who ruthlessly punished adventurers who tried to steal the treasure of the Wind God.

Often referred to as black fairies, as they only appeared in the dark, they were an annoying opponent because of their quick movements and magic ability.

… At least, this was the case for the average adventurer…

Slice!

When Woohyuk swung Verserios, a black fairy was cleanly sliced in half and fell to the floor silently.

Woohyuk picked up the two little body parts and threw them right into the campfire.

“The black fairy has a habit of flocking to where their people die through scent. So, burn them right away,” he instructed.

“They’re hiding in the shadows… we have to be alert,” Reina commented nervously.

“I didn’t even know in my dreams that there was such a thing. It would be really dangerous when one sleeps, right?” Leifina asked, also nervous.

When Ajin saw this scene unfolding, he opened his mouth to speak, “If you release me, I’ll give you more useful information! Remember, I’ve survived here for a week!”

“How can an ordinary boy survive a week alone in such a dangerous place? Who the hell are you?” Woohyuk said as he looked down at Ajin with menacing eyes.

Having practiced and developed his martial skills in the Lioness Kingdom in his previous life, he had in mind the possibility that Ajin could be a martial master who changed forms.

‘A form-changer can make even an old man with a white beard become a naïve looking youth.’

In the first place, it didn’t make sense that the martial artists who entered this space would bring a young child to help them navigate the ruins.

If the group was divided into competing groups and fought for survival, having a child in one’s group would be useless.

When Woohyuk showed an unyielding expression, Ajin relaxed his expression.

“Hah… I haven’t seen other people in such a long time… I wanted to play with you guys a little, but I guess that won’t work,” Ajin stated in a mature, adult male voice.

“So, what’s your true identity?”

“Me? If I told you I was the head of the Heavenly Magic Cult, would you know? Well, it seems like all of you are outsiders, so you may not know.”

“… I do know.”

Woohyuk nodded as if he finally realized the other person’s identity.

Heavenly Magic Cult.

As the name implied, he was a person who reached heights beyond the limits of magic.

In a way, he possessed a similar positioning to Woohyuk, but he was surely an enemy.

He was a tragic person who rampaged at will because he knew he was a little strong.

“Oh, you noticed who I am. If so, it’ll be easier to talk, right? First off, admit your negligence and sin in front of me. Depending on the degree of your repentance…”

“You’re pretty noisy. If you’re going to attack, just do it quickly,” Woohyuk replied. He then stood up and took out Verserios.

With an expression of regret, Ajin cut off the rope that was restraining him by using his magic power.

“Such a waste. You seem like a pretty useful guy, so I tried to keep you alive. You seem to really have a death wish.”