Reformation of the Deadbeat Noble - Chapter 380: I’ll Be Back (3)

Chapter 380: I’ll Be Back (3)

To explain the terrible things of the devil, time will not suffice, there must be nothing more terrifying than their curses after their death.

It is a harsh one which makes people stuck in the past, and takes away the glory one has to enjoy as a hero.

Heart Demon was no exception. Rather, because he is the Demon King, it was more terrible that ignet couldn’t separate from the darkness.

Shhh…

It is the same today. Thanks to the bright energy from the heroes, it stopped for a while but the corruption began to spread again. The magi, which couldn’t be burned even with her flames of desire to be the king, was polluting the place around her.

And she wasn’t the only one who knew it. everyone there knew.

So she was shocked.

You wont kill?

You will come back?

Train to save her?

That is…

“… what nonsense is that!”

“Why is it nonsense?”

“Ha.”

At Ilya’s bold question, Ignet laughed, it was a laugh in absurdity and annoyance in eyes. A terrifying energy rose from her and she didn’t care.

The silver swordsman, she overcame her break up with Carl Lindsay, her biggest trauma and looked at her life’s greatest adversary with strong eyes. She stared at her shining bright.

“It can be done.”

“…”

“If it is possible for the Demon King to corrupt a human, then why is it impossible for a hero’s light to disperse the darkness? Look at my eyes? Do you think I am messing around?”

She was sincere. She wasn’t just spouting stuff.

Ignet could feel this too. She tried to yell at her for wasting time but she didn’t. silence fell. And the air around turned heavy as Ilya’s voice echoed.

“I, too, had set foot in the dark.”

She thought of the past.

She remembered the days of her late teens when she faced the disappearance of her brother, and the wounds which were healing on her heart turned severe as they kept taking her into darkness from which her future couldn’t be seen. The world praised her as the youngest sword Master. But she knew, that was her weakest time. darkest time.

‘Maybe it would have been me in Ignet’s place.’

Of course that didn’t happen. Ilya looked at her lover’s face and spoke in a confident voice.

“But I overcame it with the help of Airn.”

She is still alive.

He said he would remove the title of champion from her. And in just 4 months, Airn came to where she was.

The sorcery sword which awakened in the arena and the golden aura on it. recalling the salvation she felt from the sword, she looked at Judith and Bratt.

“And it isn’t just Airn and me.”

“This is the story of Judith and Bratt.”

“A story of a lot of people we don’t know about.”

“ignet, you are not alone. Everyone was in the darkness at one point and a day will come when it might happen again too. But..”

“… we should never forget that there will always be a light to dispel the darkness.”

“Okay?”

“…”

“Why aren’t you answering? Why did your usual confident self go? for the sake of the continent, the hero who resisted the Demon King for more than a year is so scared that she cannot speak?”

“So, what can you do?”

Ignet, who was silent asked.

Ilya’s words were of hope and bright, so it was nice to hear. But at the same time it was painful. Even at this moment her body was being eroded. On the other hand, the heroes still didn’t have a way to reverse this or stp it. it was natural for her to ask.

At that, Ilya paused.

She felt bad, but she had to do this.

Appealing she said.

“Stay here.”

“…”

“I, Airn, we…. Until we find a way to drive away the energy of the Demon King and purify you… hold on a little more.”

“…. You speak so blatantly.”

Huh, Ignet sighed looking at the woman. But Ilya didn’t back down. She opened her eyes at the sun which was darkening.

She knew how harsh it is to leave this woman alone in this rift between the human world and Devildom. She knew that drying is a lot better than staying here…

“Why, don’t want it?”

“…”

“Are you giving up? Your dreams , goals, beliefs. Even if there was a chance for you to achieve it… are you going to give it up?”

“You are seriously funny.”

“Even if we are funny ones, we aren’t funny enough to take your request. Georg and Anya will find a way out for you. At any cost.”

… you cannot die like this. Never.

This is for the sake of Ignet.

She couldn’t say that. Ilya herself considered it. because she hoped for her safe return.

But there was something just as important. No, to be honest, she had a greater reason.

Ilya Lindsay who had this thought,

“I will ask you one last time.”

“Choose.”

“As a being who gave up on trying to overcome the Demon King and die at my hands…”

“To return to the human world as the great hero who overcame the darkness and saved the world. The long awaited fulfilment.”

You…

Which one will you choose?

Woong, as soon as she asked, a strong light shone from her sword. However no one paid attention to it. Judith, Bratt and Airn looked at Ilya with a blank expression, and then looked at Ignet’s lips.

What will you do?

What decision will you make?

It didn’t last long. Beyond the silver haired swordsman, she looked at Airn.

Ignet who glanced at him said.

“I…”

And she said.

Woong!

“It is a strange necklace.”

Heroes disappeared beyond the portal created by the five spirit necklace. It was truly a unique thing. No matter how much the divine power and sorcery and magic was used, this helped them walk to the dimension.

“It is a divine thing of the Orc race… perhaps a proof that God hasn’t abandoned the continent yet.”

Of course, he wasn’t one to speak of such things.

Heaven helps those who help others, and since she is the same as Airn, she will be able to receive that kind of help. Maybe the moment the heart breaks, God’s protection will fly away.

‘Of course, I will not let him sit still.’

She smiled as she thought of Ilya.

She knew it. that ferocious silver haired swordsman didn’t offer the choices for herself. Of course, she didn’t care for it, but the words and choices she gave were for the sake of her lover, Airn.

‘Rather than making him feel guilty for not being able to rescue me… making him live with the hope of trying to bring me back to help Airn feel better.’

“… sly one.”

Ilya Lindsay.

You are a sly one till the end.

Ignet who mumbled it, exhaled. Then she walked aimlessly. She thought and thought and constantly walked through the spider’s web like space and came to the conclusion.

“Reason, well, I want to believe in you.”

Want to believe in Airn.

Trust Ilya, Bratt and Judith.

Want to trust Georg and Anya. She longed for them to come to her rescue so that she could go back to walking on the path of the king.

Of course, they weren’t the only ones making an effort.

She had to work hard too. So that she doesn’t show a cheap sight to the people who come for hr, so that she doesn’t get too stained in the darkness. She had to persevere.

“it isn’t easy…”

Ignet pondered.

The embers of hope they gave were in her heart. Thanks to that, the fall of her sanity was delayed. After the death of the Demon King, she was turned into a soldier for the darkness. But she needed more, more strength to stay here.

Intense flames that will burn the forces of darkness, something to make her last for years!

As she was thinking on how to get this, she felt a faint energy.

“This!”

Ignet clasped her hands.

Familiar energy. However, it is an energy she didn’t expect at all. Probably because the impression Ilya gave her was too strong. It was hard to believe she would make this mistake.

‘Well, she sent her brother away, she cannot be sane.’

But she didn’t dare.

Rather, this gave her the strength to endure. She was looking for someone to entertain her.

Smiling, she moved up fast and gathered the energy. It wasn’t an easy task, but it was possible for her.

“If this was put here…”

The next thing she did was go to the devils dwelling made all over the rift to get a vessel to use.

And set the energy in the dummy. Ignet who finished it watched the heart pound.

“Dmdma? Durlms…”

“You are alive! I am glad!”

Seeing the clown devil wake up, she smiled brightly.

Devils are terrifying beings. Even when alive, they do their best to torment people and stay faithful to the role even in death.

But there were those who didn’t.

The clown.

‘I want to live!’

An obsession for life that does not go away even after death.

The longing for life that wasn’t fading away even when he had run to kill the woman called Ilya. He struggled to somehow create a new body.

He knew it wasn’t easy. If there was a temporary shelter nearby, he could almost take a couple moment’s rest. Actually he was destined to meet with tragic end, torn and shattered in here

But…

“You are alive! Thank god!”

The Demon King stopped it.

No, Ignet Crescentia blocked it. He knew it. Although the clown had lost his power he could recognize the one in front of him is the ego of Ignet and not his Demon King.

And the words which flowed seem sincere…

“From now on, you and wil will enter into a battle with no rest. Please do your best so I can kindle the burning flame in my heart.”

“Uh? Uh?”

“Ah, not strong enough. Okay, I will bring the darkness around into a new body/”

Woong!

“Uhh?”

“How is it? this much should work right?”

“That, uh…”

… he could feel the pain.

“Come on, let’s start.”

“W-wait a moment…”

Kwaaang!

“Kuak!”

Words didn’t work on her.

She mercilessly used the sword, this half human and half demon king is as powerful as the Demon King!

In order to survive her blazing hot flame, the clown devil had to keep fighting her in this never ending battle