I Obtained the Final Boss' Power

Chapter 140 : Holy Nation (6)

Holy Nation (6)

With a deafening roar that shook the entire underground, a massive hole was blown into the ceiling.

"This can't be...!"

The elders were appalled by the complete disappearance of the ground, which had been over 100 meters of solid earth from the surface.

It had taken only a single slash to obliterate that much of the ceiling.

"Young master!"

With her arm freshly reattached, Rio leapt toward the newly opened ceiling.

She headed for the surface by kicking off the walls multiple times along the way.

"He's no ordinary guy. Captain! I'll have to leave this place to you!"

"You're thinking of going too?"

"Yes! If Louis fights an opponent of that level, he'll go on another rampage."

The more Louis drew on the power of the Chaos Dragon, the more he lost his reason.

What existed to prevent that was the torture spell held by the 7th Legion.

"But, is it really necessary for you to go? I have the spell as well, you know."

Kelian could restrain Louis just as well.

So Silia could have chosen to stay, but she deliberately chose to go.

"This is a chance... there's something I'd like to test out."

"I see."

Satisfied with her answer, Kelian also leaped toward the ceiling.

Similarly, using the gap in the ceiling as a foothold, she ascended to the surface.

"Are you the current head of the Weissman family?"

Kelian addressed the couple who had just been threatened by Silia.

"I've heard about your family from Silia. For a family descended from a Swordmaster, I hear it's a complete mess?"

The blood of the empire's strongest flowed in the Weissman family.

That alone was an indisputable fact.

"Who are you people, really?!"

Brute, the husband, asked. Kelian rolled up his sleeve, revealing a tattoo.

"No, that's—!"

"If you're from the empire, you know what this means, right?"

"T-the Special Task Force...!"

Alua, the wife, recoiled in horror at the insignia symbolizing the special task force.

At the same time, she unleashed her fury at them.

"You! You're the ones who ruined our family!"

"Insolent scum! Do you know how much our family contributed to the Imperial Court?!"

Their reason for immigrating to the Holy Nation was entirely due to the 7th Legion.

Kelian admitted as much.

"Well, as you say, it was us who caused the Weissman family's downfall. Especially Silia, who was hellbent on taking your family down."

"That's right! That cursed girl!!"

"To think she repaid the grace we showed her like that!"

The Weissman couple resented Silia for repaying their favor with enmity.

But Kelian was dumbfounded by this claim.

"So you're saying the way your family treated our Silia was justified?"

"We gave her nobility status thanks to us..."

"She and her brother were just wild children..."

"Is it right that her brother's past was exposed at the academy he attended?"

Soaked in classism, at the academy they spread vicious rumors about Silvester, Silia's younger brother.

The rumor of the siblings being former wildlings led to his suicide.

"Besides, when we investigated further, we found your family committed all sorts of corrupt acts."

The 7th Legion had great authority.

At first, Silia had only intended to pursue her brother's case.

But the more she investigated, the more other crimes spilled out.

"So not just Silia, but the 7th Legion, and even the Imperial Court made that decision."

The empire needed the Weissman family no longer.

"To make things worse, all those crimes were committed after Andrew, the former family head, was ousted. The great hero's family was ruined by his so-called descendants."

Kelian still found it ridiculous.

It was almost pitiful for Andrew Weissman, who had left behind such unworthy heirs.

"Still, those descendants are obsessed with inheriting Andrew's blood and run around causing trouble. Honestly, with that attitude, it's no wonder you saw the wildling siblings as a thorn in your side."

"You understand quite well. What's something we can't have, when we've inherited the blood of a great Swordmaster?"

"You're saying beasts like those siblings should be treated as equals? Does that make sense to you?"

Their mindset was, as expected, very simple.

From Andrew Weissman's perspective, it would have been enough to make him weep.

"So you think providing them with basic needs alone entitles you to gratitude, is that it?"

"Exactly! What's so wrong with a bit of bullying?"

"They should be grateful just for being allowed to live!"

The idea that providing shelter absolved any cruelty existed everywhere.

Even within the 7th Legion, this wasn't unusual.

"Then how do you view those people below?"

Kelian pointed to the elves still working below, despite the missing ceiling.

"What do you think when you see that?"

"How could you... the elves...!"

"What are you doing to the original residents of this village?"

The couple were flabbergasted at the reversal between humans and elves.

Yet this was the very rule of the village.

"Those elves were the same as you. They thought providing food and shelter was a blessing—just like you. So we provided them food and shelter, and is there a problem?"

Kelian turned to the elders.

"What do you think? About the rules of this village."

"Well... we provided immigrants with food and jobs."

"It's only right we're repaid."

"Anyone should be thankful."

Of course, the food was meager and the jobs were backbreaking.

Yet the elves considered themselves benefactors.

"Exactly, so we decided to repay your favor in kind. Like that, over there."

If what you did was such a favor, shouldn't you experience the same treatment?

"To you, that's a good deed, so we returned it as a good deed. Am I wrong?"

"......"

The elders were silenced.

If they now denied what they once called grace, it would be self-contradictory.

"So... what's your point?"

Brute was startled and demanded.

"Playing dumb now? You already figured it out."

Kelian gave a crooked smile.

"If the way you treated my subordinate Silia and her brother was a good thing, why don't you experience it for yourselves?"

If it's that great, why not enjoy it yourselves?

Both husband and wife shuddered at that.

"W-we don't need that treatment!"

"They were wildlings of low birth, so they could take it! We're of a different class!"

Kelian snickered at them and their fixation on class.

"Anyway, I'm sure you're aware of what our presence here means?"

"......"

The couple swallowed nervously.

"But before that, I have something to show you."

Suddenly, Kelian grabbed the couple in both hands and lifted them up.

"I want to show you what kind of blood the woman you called lowly actually possesses."

"W-wait! Where are you taking us?!"

"Aaaaaah!~"

Channeling all his strength into his legs, Kelian leaped toward the surface.

****

Having broken through the ground to the surface, Bellain began to press Louis back.

Louis barely managed to draw his sword to block but felt searing pain in his arm.

"Die!"

Each of Bellain's slashes cut across the entire village.

The ground shattered, and all the village buildings were destroyed.

All Louis could do was deflect the strikes—he couldn't completely block them.

Receiving those astounding blows in rapid succession, Louis realized this much.

He had faced countless swordsmen, but none as strong as this guy.

He was likely even stronger than Rio or Silia at this moment.

And even then, it didn't feel like Bellain was going all out.

He alone seemed suited to face this opponent.

'No... more than that...'

He sensed a strange emotion in Bellain's slashes.

It took every ounce of aura just to keep his sword from breaking.

At the same time, Bellain's expression was twisted by hate.

"Have you been looking for me for a long time?"

Louis sensed something odd and asked.

Bellain stopped swinging his sword and spoke.

"That's right. I've wanted to meet you for a long time."

Bellain's voice rang with anger.

"Why? I don't even know you."

"Of course you wouldn't. We've never met."

"Then why do you make that face?"

He looked as if he were facing the murderer of his parents.

Feeling at a loss, Louis asked, and Bellain answered.

"For the first time."

"Huh?"

"You're the first to break my perfect seduction!"

What nonsense was that?

Seduction? Was this guy the victim of some scam?

Louis tilted his head in confusion.

"I've seduced countless Saint candidates. Those who fell under my spell would go mad, threatening to end their lives if I ever left."

"Hm..."

He was indeed handsome.

It stung Louis's pride, but even he had to admit that much.

If this were the real world, Bellain could have lived off internet streaming alone.

"And I had to seduce Saint Pram as well. She's the prophesied Saint, so I had to give it my all—she was much more important than the other girls."

Bellain had carefully prepared for Pram.

He intended to imprint his presence on her so she wouldn't question the Holy Nation.

To that end, from the start he had used a seduction spell to make her fall for him.

Thinking about how he had never needed such a spell before, it was the greatest humiliation.

"I endured humiliation to ensure the Saint would see only me. And then finally, the moment came when I would learn her true feelings."

As he injected the syringe, Pram began to reveal her heart.

Yet all his efforts at seduction were in vain as she called out for someone else.

"Despite all my efforts, when she called out for another, my heart almost broke. She kept singing 'Young master, young master'."

That was none other than Louis.

So Bellain developed a deep grudge against him.

"What sense does it make for me—who must be perfect—to fail at seducing the most important prophesied Saint? The one responsible—you—must be erased by my hand!!"

"I see..."

Louis nodded absently.

"And?"

And then questioned further.

"You resent me... just for that?"

Louis looked dumbfounded, his expression blank. Bellain erupted with fury.

"Just that? Don't make me laugh! As a chosen Hero, I am a servant of God himself!"

"Yeah, right."

"You, who dared to block my perfection, are an affront to God. You deserve to die!!"

"What nonsense!"

No matter how Louis replied, Bellain's hatred only grew.

Like someone encountering the murderer of his family, Bellain unleashed a torrent of powerful magic.

'This is nuts.'

Louis sighed with a look of utter exasperation.

Seriously, what the hell is wrong with this guy?

Even someone who'd kill over getting hit with a coat hanger was better than this lunatic.

Even a guy who built a giant robot for revenge after losing his bathhouse locker card would seem like a saint compared to him.

"Prepare yourself!! You trash who blocked my destiny!!"

Every time he saw that contorted, hatred-filled face, Louis felt a new wave of exasperation.

But his body reacted to the threat before his mind could.

Kwagwagwagwagwa!!!

Bellain's overwhelming magic turned into a massive wave of aura.

His mental state aside, his power was absolute.

With a slash powered by that aura, the village ground split apart and the mountain on the horizon evaporated.

-------------= Clacky's Corner -------------=

Talk about delusionally insane... Or insanely delusional?

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