I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country

54 – Raid, Irlp! (1)

Stupid!

Flinch!

A tree branch trampled here and there screamed in the air under the dark night road. My heart skipped a beat, thinking that the sound would spread over thousands of miles and reach someone’s ears.

As I cringe every time the leaves become brittle and break through the bushes, the bright red light complains.

They were Siegharun’s eyes as red as blood.

“Please, don’t show your anxiety, Marquis? It’s a strategy suggested by them, and it makes you want to escape.”

“Kuhm!”

“No. It must be because the Marquis is worried about Lady Justiha, whom she left at the mansion.”

“Hmm… That’s also true, little duke.”

I partially agree with Bartlante’s consideration. Then he said without a hint of doubt.

“If you’re a young lady, don’t worry. Because Arnel is in the mansion.”

“Arnelle… You mean? Not Enella?”

That name was definitely a boy wagging his tail at Mirren.

It was hard to believe that he was a direct descendant of Chester like Bartlante, and his first impression was strange.

When I questioned myself doubtfully, Bartlante raised the corner of his mouth.

“It’s natural that he’s not trustworthy. For a boy in my family… A bit like that. But I can say for sure that he is far superior to me at 3 years old.”

“Oh, that’s something I’m interested in too. If you’re that kind of person, why…”

Zeke Harun muttered as he was about to add his question.

He must have wanted to say ‘why didn’t he appear in the original work?’

Read the thoughts of Siegharun, who is speechless. Bartlante continued his boast with a hollow laugh.

“Arnel is a completely different kid from me. He’s a little fighting and doesn’t have a big frame. But should I say he’s a five-star? He’s more like the leader of Justiha than I am.”

The leader of Justiha. In other words, with the mention of Ir Elfi, my complexion rapidly darkened. A reality that was still unrealistic was vague.

“It’s because I gave up the sword after the trauma of the blade… As long as Arnel is there, the mansion is safe. So, the Marquis, hold on to your heart.”

“That’s how it should be. It’s about time for the cutscenes of real-life events to come out.”

Ziekharun’s red eyes suddenly turned this way. In front of him, instead of a forested mountain road, there is an open view.

“I can’t believe this is…”

“Yes. This is the boss stage – 《The Last Cabin of the Annihilated》.”

“Ugh!”

Gulp, he swallowed the tension. The feeling of uneasiness rising slowly is the feeling that remains in the prayer.

‘In front of me… Ir Elfi is waiting.’

Your appearance is clear even in the darkness where it is difficult to discern one step ahead.

The pure white hair that reaches to her waist looks like it is embroidered with brightly shining stars.

Lake-like eyes that block the clear sky, and skin like white jade. And even smaller than expected…

Now you are smiling brightly even when you close your eyes.

I think of you who are playful even though you usually have a quick chat.

You called me a savior. But I can assure you that it is wrong. Because everything started with you, Illelpi.

I’ll pass it on to you soon.

“Okay, enter!”

◇

The clouds in the night sky dissipated, revealing countless stars and the shape of the moon. And there is a woman who creates the illusion of monopolizing the pouring light alone.

She was defined by her radiant white hair and her knightly uniform, given her lunar firearms.

As if the round silver-colored decorative sword symbolized her situation, it contained loneliness.

The woman crouched like a child in a placenta and felt everything in her. Surrounded by the now completely chilled night air, I endured the darkness.

A breeze blows through the blades of grass. The breeze comes out of the forest and tickles our ears as we talk.

Your wait will be rewarded. Now the time has come to orchestrate the doom of ruin.

He whispers such things constantly.

“Ah…”

She loosens her crouched posture and raises her head. Beyond the high ground, which can be called a small hill, there is a forest.

Sabak, sabak, thick!

A sign of footsteps that could not otherwise exist. She realized that her time of endurance was over.

They finally reveal their new form in the forest.

There are two men with black hair and red eyes who look similar to a large man full of vitality.

Battlante, Siegharun, and Savior Nefi.

Two ties that penetrate the past and the future. There is one variable that intrudes there and stirs up cause and effect.

“Neffi.”

I looked up at them over the garden. To be precise, she stares at the clear red eyes of the man she loves like a target.

Are you looking after me properly? Shall I properly grant my last wish?

Even so, I put my hand on her breasts that were tightening. Well, there was nothing special about it other than a pulsating heart.

‘Neffi, I… I… Actually…’

…

…..

No, nothing will be different in the end.

No choice but to fight.

The traces of my daily life. The person who saved me a reason to live.

If you want to kill me, please do so. If you don’t, all your daily life will be ruined.

“Irelp…”

“The Annihilator has recognized this side. Are you ready, Marquis?”

Familiar voice and powerful energy. Still, the gaze follows only one person. Neffi, who has a slightly sly look in her disheveled uniforms…

Soon, the wind blew the wind and reached my ears.

“Servant of the Heroic Spirit that runs through the land…”

Ziegharun’s Spirit Art – The Roar of the Light Spirit.

The earth boiled with recognition. Pillars of golden light wrapped around the world and radiated a brilliance brighter than the stars.

Quaaa!

It was as beautiful as the light of salvation, and I felt as if I would leave it as it is.

The past passed before my eyes as I melted into a blinding light.

It reminds me of the days when I was leisurely cooking in Nepi’s mansion. Her loose and pliable servants smiled kindly at her.

‘Good. It was pure happiness that came like a miracle.’

Nefi.

A love that listens to anything while giving it a thorough fit, grunting when pushed. In fact, I think what they do is a little cute.

He gave me a relaxed and comfortable daily life. He caught the disembodied bliss and put it into his hands.

He made me enjoy the daily life that I wanted to go back to even if I had to sell my soul.

‘If it’s really possible… I want to live as an ordinary Irelpi Justiha… Rather than the horrible Irelpi.’

Wishing for a miracle to happen, he recited the chant of Boshin in a hoarse voice.

“Holy Memory.”

“Little Duke, now!”

“ooo!!!”

Battlante’s green eyes emit an explosive presence. Intense speculation grew without knowing the limit like a waterfall gushing upside down.

Kooung!

Battlante’s giant jumps into the center of the golden pillar. He pulls out the round, strange arms he carries on his back and slashes them down at once.

“Defense sword…”

A sword that resembles a shield. If that amount of mass and vast physical strength were combined, it was already a kind of charlatan.

“I’ll break it like this…!”

Quaaa!

At the same time as the golden pillar was lifted, the blue cube collided with the sword. In the aftermath of the collision of the two physical forces, a strong wind like a typhoon shook the forest.

It was the beginning of the prelude to the Irelpi attack.

◇

I already know the outcome of the workshop.

Illelpi’s protective ability, Holy Memory, was not an invincible skill that could not be attacked.

I could infinitely accept her power and become stronger, but if that happens, Ill Elfi’s stamina will face a huge loss.

Break, buck!

The power struggle between the sword and the cube comes to an end.

“Got it!”

“I guess.”

Wedge juice!

Creepy gong sounds are scattered in the night sky. Bartlante is still floating in the air, making it impossible to evade. It was infinitely helpless against the intangible slash.

“Hey, I owe you an annihilator.”

Chaeeng!

Zeke Harun is approaching. While he defended against the slash, Bartlante’s legs gripped the ground firmly.

“… Oops.”

Ir Elfi’s expressionless expression contorted with pain, then she regained her composure. As she rolled her eyes in search of the source of her pain, she finally set her eyes on Zeke Harun’s sword.

“The spirit’s blood… Could it be applied to the sword?”

“It will be different than back then. This is reality.”

“…”

The first one to move was IrLP.

I evaded Siegharun and rushed furiously in the direction of Bartlante, who had just taken a stance.

A storm blew in the trajectory of Irelf. The formidable wind pressure blocked his vision, and for an instant, Zeke Harun’s eyes closed.

I witnessed the vision of the world turning into Geomsandohae. The blades of grass beneath his feet and the pouring starlight seemed to sharpen their blades and stab him.

Illelfi drove the earth by driving his sword into the ground. Clear cuts were drawn on the ground, and enormous vomit hit Bartlante.

“Haap!”

Battlante drives his sword into the ground and injects overflowing life force into it. Then, the green shape gradually took on the shape of a large shield and took on physical power.

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Paeseongtae (牌城態).

One of the reasons why an NPC named Battlelante was absolutely necessary. It was a skill that boasted absolute defense as long as it did not run out of fighting spirit.

“Well done Bartlante!”

Even before the vomit had settled, Zeke Harun pursued Ir Elfi. Ir Elfi responded right away. Despite his imperfect vision, he accurately aimed at Zeke Harun’s blade and defended it.

Feeling.

It was the natural power of feeling the presence of living things.

“… Ugh.”

But she groaned again. She took reflected damage from her sword, which was covered in spirit blood.

Zeakharun jumped away and burst into a dejected laugh.

“hahahaha, relieved.”

“What?”

“A ruin in his prime who found his memory. I honestly concluded that he was impregnable. But… You are definitely weaker than you were back then. So I beg you. Please die weak.”

“…”

Ir Elfi’s complexion disappeared beneath the dark shadows. I can’t even guess what she’s thinking.

After a while, she lifted her head.

Her face, soaked in moonlight, was emptiness itself, thickly covered with remorse.

“One-point focus.”

Raise her chair sword to her chest level and bend her arms. By condensing the flying spirits to the limit, the black side of the silver-colored decorative sword was dyed the color of the blue lake.

“Rachakwan (羅刹貫).”

At that moment, IrLP’s ceremonial sword pierced the air like fencing.

Boom!

The world has turned black and white. I had the illusion that the air was distorted and twisted the chest of Siegharun into a circle.

The distortion of space is a cylindrical model with a small diameter that goes in a straight line and reaches the forest on the other side.

Looking back, there was a row of trees with round holes, just like the traces of the sword.

“Oops, was the provocation overkill?”

Zeke Harun narrowly avoided it, but the skin grazed her forearm and fell off.

“Bartlante!”

“Damn it, come.”

Battlante once again forms a shield with fighting spirit. Zeke Harun quickly turned and covered her tracks with her shield of fighting spirit.

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Puong! Perong! Perong!

The narrator of the Illelpi ruthlessly beat Bartlante’s fighting spirit. Every time that happened, the barrier of speculation distorted and gradually lost its shape.

Bye, jjeok.

Cracks spread like the cubes of Holy Memory. However, Ir Elfi’s thrust was merciless. A thunderstorm-like impact caused a cloud of dust to rise.

Chang-Geurang!

An ominous cheerful sound rang out. It was an echo that shattered the shield made of speculation.

Taang!

After grasping the situation, IrLP started violently. An explosion sounded as he sprinted across the ground.

One step, then another step. Irelfi approaching the location of Siegharun and Batlante in an instant.

This time, there was a glimpse of the determination to slice the two people at once with the power of punishment.

But at that moment, Ir Elfi’s expression was strangely distorted. It was as if he was struggling to find a sense of incongruity grabbing his back.

“Neffi…Why won’t you intervene…”

The moment he finally tried to wield his design sword, Ir Elfi’s question found an answer.

“Ir Elf!!!”

Kooung!

Battlante and Siegharun. And erelpi. In the middle of the two forces, I fell and intruded.

Choo!

Ill Elf bravely cuts the shoulder blades and slices the body into chunks. At that time, I was fascinated by her guilt-tinged expression.

Thanks to that, Elfie was slightly delayed in retrieving her design sword due to her slow reaction. And I don’t miss the chance.

Turup.

“Ugh, Nefi?”

“Got it, Irelfi.”

Shaaa…

Release fraud. It dyes the white-silver ceremonial sword black with disgusting aura.

I remembered Netionpeace’s advice. He said at the gymnasium where he had to fight an unfair duel with Bartlante.

[This is a useful enchantment, so learn it.]

“I learned it properly, old man!”

Netionpeace’s enchantment – Manga.

A deformed technique that arbitrarily manipulates the shape of matter erodes her ceremonial sword.

“Kuh!?”

Bulging! Polok!

The shape of the decorative sword is becoming rounder and thicker. In an instant, the shape of the sword became a disc that was nowhere to be found and left Illelpi’s hand.

Now her sword cannot be held due to her body structure, so it is nothing more than a solid piece of metal.

For the first time, LLP’s expression was colored with bewilderment.

“Irelp. We didn’t really know each other, did we?”

I was an idiot for not noticing that you were festering inside of me, even though we stuck together like that.

On the other hand, IrLP also doesn’t know anything about me. At least in terms of the hidden boss Netionpeace.

“All of them were induced.”

“Okay.”

It was not an easy answer, but it was right. I watched from a distance without intervening to get away from Irelpi’s consciousness.

Also, Siegharun’s provocation disturbed her and made her forget me, and soon they hid behind Bartlante and united as one target.

Ir Elfi, whose goal is set to one thing, will choose a direct attack for a sure kill. This was my calculation.

The strategy fit perfectly and was able to cut into the gap of the Irlp.

In the end, I succeeded in disarming the Illelpi.

“… Ill Elp.”

“Yes.”

“You are not in a normal condition.”

“Wow…!”

“I’ll think of it as an opportunity. The implicit hesitation and the state of your body. Everything.”

“…”

Under the raging night sky, silence came.

I couldn’t feel anything from her silent posture.

I still don’t know what IrLP is doing this for. No, maybe the will to understand itself is fleeting.

That is the nature of the aura of fraud. It drives people crazy and obscures their essence.

It is a curse that transforms a woman with a bright smile that permeates a happy heart into a ruin.

“Ugh… Uh… Ah…”

I flinched, and Irlp’s body trembled.

From the blue lake-like eyes, a drop of water dripped down my cheek and drenched the bush.

“Neffi.”

She forced the clown to laugh.

“Please, do you have to listen?”

The blue and translucent aura is transformed into a dark indigo color when combined with the smooth black morale.

The incident started from that point.

Ir Elfi’s white hair was dyed jet black, and her eyes captured the early dawn. The aura that entangled her body like thorn bushes turned into her armor and wrapped around her chin.

Even though the helmet didn’t exist, the familiar sight left me speechless.

Boss – Terrible Destroyer Irelfi.

There was only a very slight difference, but they were infinitely similar. I wanted to hold onto her right now and shout out to her not to do that.

“I will work hard so that Nefi can kill me without hesitation.”

She gave off a terribly beautiful smile.