Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 528 On that chessboard, who made the move?

"Allen Boreas Greirat has set off in the carriage!"

"And who are your companions?"

"...Parcus Shiron, uh...and there's a little girl? Isn't that Allen Boreas Greirat's sister?"

"Beishen III, Beishen II, are you going together?"

"We did not travel together."

“Very good, the plan begins. Keep an eye on the Second and Third Northern Gods.”

"clear."

"Allen Boreas Greirat has entered the royal city's territory!"

"What about the Third and Second Northern Gods?"

"The two were arguing in that brothel. Judging from their lip movements, it seemed that the Second King of the North wanted to give his title to Allen Boreas Greirat, which greatly angered the Third King of the North."

"Alright, that's enough."

To the north of Vebon lies a hill, the highest point of which is only level with the height of the royal palace. Even so, from a distance, one can still make out the intricate network of roads and the various buildings with their different functions by the help of rows of streetlights.

The once brightly lit garden mansions of princes and princesses, which were usually brightly lit at night, now appear deserted, with hardly any lights on.

After nearly a week of speculation, the news of Allen's impending arrival could no longer be kept secret.

Especially after Chagall evacuated a group of his favored descendants of Kingdragagon ahead of time, the remaining princes and princesses couldn't sit still and inquired about why.
The results they obtained were horrifying.

—The so-called 'savior' who publicly killed the first prince supported by Chagall is actually coming to the Kingdom of Wanglong.

Moreover, judging from this situation, the arrogant General Chagall actually admitted that the Dragon King Kingdom had no way to deal with him.
They can only surrender their chosen princes and princesses in advance, as if preemptively conceding defeat. Is this some kind of attempt to preserve the flame of King Gingerdragagon's power, hoping for a future comeback?
Are you kidding me?
Upon hearing the news, all the princes and princesses' first reaction was to find it absurd and laughable. Naturally, they gathered in twos and threes to use it as fodder for their after-dinner conversation, mocking Chagall.

But after the rumors spread throughout the palace, they were astonished to find that their father, who was usually extremely powerful and intolerant of even the slightest imperfection, did not show any intention of clarifying the situation. Instead, he stayed indoors every day, never showing up.

After a moment of astonishment, the princes' and princesses' residences became lively.

Subsequently, a large number of requests to leave the city were submitted, with all sorts of reasons submitted to the royal palace, but they all disappeared without a trace.

After that, it was just one night.

The palace was then empty.

The princes and princesses disguised themselves overnight, like refugees, and fled the palace as stewards, servants, and gardeners. Some with influence hid in various corners of Weibang to observe how things would develop, while those without influence simply ran out of the city.

Within a few days, before Allen arrived in the Kingdom of Wanglong, the entire palace was deserted.

It was fine during the day, but at night, it was very obvious from the hilltop that compared to the nearby noble district, the palace was quiet and sparsely lit, like a ghost town.

But this also, to some extent, motivated Leonardo to carry out tonight's plan to lure and kill.

The palace can be rebuilt, as long as the descendants are still alive. Most importantly, the history books of the Wanglong Kingdom should leave a significant mark on it.

Even in death, one should take advantage of Asura's exhaustion to force Asura to cede enough benefits, and as a wise ruler who helped the rise of the Dragon King Kingdom, be buried in the royal mausoleum in glory!
How could he die such a pathetic death?!

—That's what the god who guided him step by step to become an emperor advised him in his dream.

A campfire blazed around the hill, and shadowy figures moved about.

At the front of the crowd, Leonardo, dressed as a guard, wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked down at his unfamiliar hands covered in rough calluses.

She was wearing a ring on the index finger of her right hand.

—A Substitute Magic Tool. Using a magic circle created by light and shadow magic, the appearances of two people wearing the ring can be swapped, thus concealing one's whereabouts or protecting oneself.

Ironically, this exquisite contraption was a small gift from the previous King Asura to Leonardo, the third prince who was then in charge of foreign affairs for the Dragon Kingdom.

Unexpectedly, it came in handy at this crucial moment.

"High Priest, do you think the palace is so quiet? Could they have noticed something amiss? The Royal Guards have all been transferred out, and now the palace is deathly silent."

The white-robed high priest, with blond hair covering his right eye, stood with his hands behind his back. Upon hearing this, he glanced at Leonardo, whose appearance had drastically changed, and said with a smile:

"He is in the palace and cannot see clearly, and even if he could see clearly, what difference would it make?"
All of Allen Boreas Grellatt's records show that his rise to fame and glory was smooth sailing, as if he could gain all the fame and glory without having to take a single step back.

Do you really think that brat who thinks he can get everything by luck will be more cautious and turn back once he senses the strange atmosphere in the palace?

He grinned, his face filled with a strange sense of anticipation: "Your Majesty, I'd like to ask you, if he's like this, what is he doing here in the Dragon King Kingdom?"

Leonardo nodded, narrowing his eyes: "You're right."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the other two high priests standing to the side.

One of them lifted his hair and used his Thousand-Mile Demon Eye to observe the father and son, the Second and Third Kings of the Northern Gods.

The other one was carrying a strange-looking magical artifact and looking towards the royal palace below the hill.

He was monitoring the carriage that Allen was riding in.

Seeing this orderly scene where the situation was under control, Leonardo's slightly tense expression relaxed considerably.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Was this also something the gods foresaw? You all clearly made preparations in advance. You came from the Kingdom of Milis months ago; to be honest, I was quite surprised at the time."

The high priest from the Mithril Papacy's Knights of the Holy Order chuckled, "His Majesty almost imprisoned us for interrogation back then. Fortunately, the gods summoned you in a dream in time. Otherwise, before Allen Boreas Greirat even arrived, wouldn't you and I have started fighting amongst ourselves?"

Leonardo's face relaxed more when the gods were mentioned: "Fortunately, it was just in time, which also shows that everything at this moment was within the gods' expectations."

High Priest: "Of course."

The priest beside them, who was monitoring Allen using the same telescope that Keith had once used, suddenly interrupted their conversation:
"Allen Boreas Greirat has entered the range of the Flash Flame Magic Tool."

The High Priest and Leonardo's expressions tightened. The former's face showed a somewhat fanatical smile as he tossed his hair, revealing the 'Amplifying Mystic Eye' beneath. He turned to look at Randolph, who stood ten meters behind him like a skeleton beside the expressionless Shagar: "Lord Randolph, I beg you."

The latter exchanged a glance with Chagall, who raised an eyebrow and said, "The vice-commander of the Black Dragon Knights needs to get out of the ambush area in time. In order to confuse Allen Boreas Grellat, I specially sent my second-in-command, who always follows me closely, to guide him, but that does not mean that he can be used as a pawn."

Leonardo lowered his eyes, his gaze dark and unreadable, lost in thought.

Chagall remained unmoved.

Seeing this, the High Priest urged, "Substitute magical tools are meant to buy time. Whether it's soldiers hiding in armor to carry out an ambush, or 'His Majesty the King' who, 'seeing that his last struggle was futile,' attempts to play a game of chess with Allen Boreas Greirat and have a proper talk, both fit the expected development of this banquet."

After the game ends, your troops will have safely escaped the ambush area.

Chagall nodded to Randolph.

The latter flashed and appeared beside the High Priest.

The High Priest, looking impatient, cast his magic eye at Randolph's lifted eyepatch with a broad smile.

The next instant, blood and tears simultaneously welled up in their eyes.

The transparent 'Void Barrier,' devoid of any magical fluctuations, appeared out of thin air in Randolph's flashing magical eyes, like an inverted giant bowl, enveloping the entire palace.

Immediately, the ocean of magic in the air within the 'Void Barrier' condensed into a pool of stagnant water.

—'Dead Water' only applies to those outside the 'Barrier of Emptiness'. For Allen and his companions, who are inside the 'Dead Water', whether the surrounding magic is frozen or not cannot be detected in time without casting magic.

It's like fish in the ocean can't perceive whether the surface of the sea is being stirred up by waves.

The high priest demanded, "How is the situation with Allen Boreas Greirat?" "No change! As expected, the carriage continues its journey! He's chatting and laughing with his sister!"

"What about the Third and Second Northern Gods?"

"No change!"

The high priest's eyes burned with anticipation, and even with his right eye stained with blood, it did not diminish his wildness. He pulled out a magical scroll from his robes that connected to the 'artworks' laid out in the sewers.

The summoning spell on the scroll shimmered with light, and imperceptible magical fluctuations rippled through the air, layer upon layer, striking the surface of the 'Void Barrier'.

However, because the magic was frozen, it was impossible to activate the 'fuse' of those 'works of art'.

Leonardo stared intently at the palace that was about to be razed to the ground, while Chagall in the distance wore a complex expression.

Meanwhile, the priest monitoring Allen began reporting the location in real time:
"Allen Boreas Greirat entered the territory of the government hall."

"Allen Boreas Grerat alighted from the carriage and was led into the Hall of State Affairs."

Another high priest quickly switched to the Mystic Eye to continue monitoring:
"Allen Boreas Greirat has arrived at the entrance to the audience chamber!"

He pushed the door open!

"The ambush set up as the first bait... no, it didn't work! No! It worked! All thirty-two swordsmen were beheaded in a single exchange! They didn't even have a chance to swing their swords!"

Leonardo's face stiffened, and beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, revealing a look of lingering fear.

Chagall gritted his teeth and stepped to the priest's side:

"Where is my deputy?"

The other party completely ignored it:
"Allen Boreas Greirat has arrived before the throne; the second bait is taking effect. They've established communication, an invitation to the game."

At this point, the priest was taken aback.

"how come."

Chagall's expression changed drastically, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but just then!

Click!

Leonardo's ring shattered into dust with a bang. At the same time, the light and shadow magic surrounding Leonardo failed, and he immediately transformed back into the King of the Dragon Kingdom with dark golden hair.

Everyone stared at Leonardo's hand in silence.

In that instant, Chagall's pupils contracted, and he quickly looked at the High Priest:

You can't.

The words had barely left his throat when he saw the other man looking down at Leonardo's finger. There was no surprise on his face; instead, his face was full of excitement, so much so that it was almost distorted.

Without any warning or indication, accompanied by Randolph's muffled groan as he covered his face, the bleeding from the Demon Eye, which had been continuously seeping blood and tears, suddenly stopped.

boom! ! ! ! !
The amplified Void Barrier lost its range and attribute amplification, and a sun that illuminated the entire Vebon rose up beside everyone's eyes!

Amidst the deafening roar that drowned out Chagall's furious voice, intense light engulfed everyone's faces!
The ground trembled, and shockwaves emanated from the palace, bending the vegetation on the hillside.

For a full minute, the explosion lasted a full minute, nearly deafening Chagall, before he could hear the high priest's maniacal laughter beside him as his hearing gradually returned:

"This is art! This is art!! Hahaha!! Hahahaha!!"

Chagall gritted his teeth and looked down at the hillside as he braved the hot wind blowing down from below.

In the distorted air, the royal palace, which once stood tall and seemed to never collapse, was transformed into a scorched sea of ​​fire.

—Click, 22:21.

Chaos erupted on the hill. Chagall drew his sword to kill the still-laughing high priest, but was stopped by the other priests around him. Randolph bent over in pain, blood from his Hollow Eye seeping from between his fingers. Leonardo stared blankly at the flames engulfing the ruins of the once-glorious palace, speechless with grief.

—Click, 23:13.

Chagall calmed down, realizing he was no match for the group of charlatans. The High Priest also calmed down, his maniacal laughter turning into a smile as he gazed at the masterpiece of his Templar Order. Leonardo, with his hands behind his back, looked on with a mixture of joy and wistfulness as he watched the flames gradually subside below the hill.

He asked, "Isn't Allen Boreas Grellat dead by now? Does this mean I've struck down the Boreas family of Asura?"

—Click, 23:41.

Chagall remained silent, supporting Randolph, who had recovered from the High Priest's betrayal. The High Priest himself gazed at the dying flames, a look of regret on his face. Leonardo paced back and forth, his face contorted in a grimace, whether in self-reflection or celebration, it was unclear.

His voice was exceptionally shrill: "Allen Boreas Greirat is dead! He's dead! He turned my palace into a sea of ​​fire, he deserves to die! The next one is Asura! The next one is Asura!"

—Click, 00:07.

Chagall and Randolph stood expressionless on the hillside, looking at Leonardo and the High Priest beside them.

The fanatical expression didn't disappear; it simply shifted from the High Priest's face to that of His Majesty the King of the Dragon Kingdom.

"It's been almost two hours! Still no movement! He's definitely dead! When will we be able to confirm it!?"

—Click, 00:35.

Leonardo descended the mountain with the priests from Milis, taking a long detour through the still-steaming, charred ground that made the soles of his leather boots almost unusable, avoiding encountering the Second and Third Kings of the North, who were leading the people to put out the fire in the affected noble district.

They first arrived at the throne room, which was originally the main hall of state affairs.

It's unclear whether Leonardo and the High Priest were too excited and ran too fast, or whether Chagall was still angry and ran too slowly.

The two groups of ruler and minister, who were outwardly united but inwardly estranged, broke apart on the way.

When they arrived at the charred ruins billowing black smoke, Chagall was nowhere to be seen in the darkness.

Leonardo didn't care at all. With a mix of excitement, anger, and frustration, he roared and ordered his guards to dig through the rubble.

He needed to see Allen Boreas Greirat's charred corpse with his own eyes to release the complex emotions surging within him.

Ideally, the corpse of this so-called genius of Asura, now one of the seven great powers, should be personally returned to the Kingdom of Asura!
Thinking like this
Thinking like this
As pieces of ruins were torn away.

Along with this, the armor, scorched beyond recognition, was unearthed.

The exquisite carpet in the corridor, now reduced to ashes, was covered in dust.

With a clang, the last stone slab covering the throne was lifted.

However, all they received was a soft, light sound of a piece being placed.

--Snapped.

Beneath the ruins, a gentle breeze swirled and lingered within a meter's radius of the gray iron throne.

The throne, the tables and chairs, and even the wooden chessboard were all perfectly preserved, without the slightest trace of being damaged by the flames.

With white hair and black eyes, he sat on the throne, facing his sister who had a furrowed brow, as they made their moves.

He rested his chin on his hand, inhaled the suddenly much fresher air, and smiled:

"General."

(End of this chapter)