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Lorian's Phase 2 pattern is very simple.
After summoning lion summons and dispersing aggro, he would use ultimate skill that stacks defense buffs and deals damage proportional to your defense.
That's all.
But the problem is that even though I know it, I can't penetrate through.
Each of the Lion summons have ogre-level stats. No matter how late-game it is, it's not a stat constitution that can be ignored.
So it would seen a better choice to kill the summoned beasts first and then apprehend Lorian, congratulations if you did, but oh my God, resummoning would f*ck you left and right.
Then you would think the order is wrong.
Yes, it's a rule of the thumb to kill the summoner first.
But even if the target is shifted to Lorian, he won't take any real damage.
Because the defense stacked is too high.
What if you scrape off that disgustingly thick she'll and dwindle his health?
Then…
Ever heard of potions?
What was the name of the potion…
Full potion?
Something… Full blood..?
It would turn your hard work into fool's turd.
'It gets really f*cked up then.'
I think I gave up after trying about ten times. No matter how annoying it was, in the end, it was just a game. Played for fun, abandoned when done.
'But I didn't expect to see this armor now.'
Why did it come out now when it only emerged later in the game timeline?
I've only culled one of the Four Heavenly Kings just yet, the Lich and the Succubus Queen remain.
Did I morph the game plot too much?
Was it the simulation and derision that spurred Lorian to overachieve?
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A worm of self-reproach writhed in my stomach but that was something to worry about later.
"Did you beg your father?"
Yeah, it's family Inheritance. I hate nepotism.
"..what?"
"This is your family heirloom, that much I know. Ugh, why are you forcing yourself to wear something you can't even use properly?"
Unlike the game, it was embarrassing to compare the white lions summoned with Lorian into Ogre class construct.
It seemed that the buffs he had were lacking, so the ultimate result was absurdly lacking, and the ability to control it seemed to be lacking as well.
What was he thinking?
"Position these into safe hands of mine. I'll give it back to you later when you can use it properly. Until then, it will be confiscated."
While Lorian was raging inside, I scooped away the lion's shield. The guy came to his senses only after being mugged like an idiot.
"What are you doing!"
"Uh, confiscation?"
He had stretched out his hand to ask for it back, so I quickly hid the shield behind my back. Then Lorian opened her eyes wide. Seeing his eyeballs quivering, dude must be upset.
"Stop the nonsense and give it out!"
Lorian brandished his sword, asking for the shield.
It had not caught my attention, but now that it did, its special nature didn't escape my perusal.
Should I confiscate that too?
'No, that wouldn't look good.'
I don't even properly know about the sword.
Let's focus on what we clearly know.
Thinking so, I blocked Lorian's sword attack with Lorian's shield.
"Hey. Take it easy. The shield might get scratched!"
"Why you, filthy bastard, are concerned about my shield!"
"Don't give it fucking scratches! No, you don't!"
The sword that harnessed the sword spirit streaked a blue trajectory and descend. I swung the shield in the vertical direction of that trajectory. Ting! The hand holding the sword bounced off and Lorian's posture collapsed.
I let go of the shield and clenched my fists.
"Have yourself mended later."
I couldn't Ieave his arms and legs intact.
[Active]
-Temporarily doubles strength
-Armor Penetration 50%
I swung my fist hard into Lorian's stomach. A mocking expression donned his face on my stupidity. That expression contorted the moment I jammed the fist in.
"Keuhuh..!"
Lorian backed away with a pained expression on his face and looked at his abdomen. Seeing that his armor was intact, his eyes widened.
"How is this…"
"Ever heard of soft punches?"
Startled by my words, Lorian raised his head.
Too late prat.
I hooked my heel behind Lorian's and grabbed him by the neck and slammed him to the floor.
"Ouch..!"
The back of his skull connected with the floor with a dull thud.
I immediately jumped on top of his midriff as he struggled to stand up and grabbed his sword-holding hand and wrist. I tried to break it as it was, but it didn't snap.
He is also a tough guy.
Taking a deep breath, I tightened my grip in one vice clamp.
"Quaaaaagh!"
With Lorian's scream, his wrist snapped. Of course, his half-turned wrist didn't have the strength to hold the sword, and his sword clattered to the floor with a clear ring.
I roughly kicked the fallen sword and sent it skidding away.
– Crack!
"Keuuugh!"
Then the guy swung his fist with his intact left hand. Grabbing the fist, I twisted it like his right hand.
– Crack!
"Goddammit…!"
Lorian gritted his teeth and endured the pain. Even so, the fact that his eyes were alive stated he hadn't given up yet.
He wriggled underneath me, trying to throw me off.
I slam my fist into Lorian's face. I don't know if it was because I was bare-fisted or because Lorian's skin and skeleton were so strong, but it didn't seem like he was even getting hit.
"Move!"
Rather, he started struggling like a mudfish to shake me off.
Okay.
"I would-"
Crack!
If it doesn't work, do until it does.
"Son of…"
Crack!
"F*cke…"
Crack!
"Bas…"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
How long, how long it had been since I have been walloping Lorian like a wet cloth on river rock?
Lorian, his voice howling and growling, had suddenly became inaudible.
I clamped Lorian's ankle and lifted him up. I grabbed into the guy's unnecessarily long hair. Citizens who stayed nearby were all evacuated in advance, so there was no need to worry about maintaining a Hero's prestige.
I returned to the inn, dragging Lorian on the floor.
When I opened the door of the inn and entered, countless eyes fixed at me.
The eyes that started with wonder soon erupted with different emotions.
"He, Hero Lorian!"
Astonished. Poignant. Worried.
"Cloud-sama..!"
Apprehension. And, at last, awe.
Eliciting those emotions, I threw Lorian inside. Thud. As Lorian fell to the floor, all eyes that were directed at me turned to him.
"Brother…!"
Lorraine put down her sword and hurried toward the fallen Lorian. She knelt down and examined his neck artery with quivering fingers. After confirming a few more sections, she let out an audible sigh of relief.
"He has just passed out…"
With her words, the air that had been strung like lead loosened a little.
It was not completely liberated though.
I glanced around the inn.
My comrades and Lorian's party members.
The two groups faced off, armed. And when I brought back the fainted Lorian, the tension multiplied.
Before the nobles who ascertained Lorian's rise and faling chest could say anything, I spoke first.
"Who was this?"
"… yes?"
"Who told you could draw your weapons?"
– …
Silence fell.
But the sound echoing and rolling was loud. Probably bogging them into thinking how to get out of this situation.
I tried not to give that opportunity, but someone stepped forward.
"That was me. I gave the order, Hero, sir."
It was a middle-aged nobleman.
"Order? Who are you to give orders?"
I approached the middle-aged man and asked. Instead of lowering his head, he answered with a stiff posture.
"Reltor Artos. I am the current head of the Artos Family, Duke Artos. In the absence of Hero Lorian, I am expected to take command."
"You? Not Lorraine?"
"That's right."
When I turned my eyes, I saw Lorraine, shaking at Leltor's words. I turned my gaze back to the nobleman standing ramrod straight, shoulders squared up.
"Didn't you say you gave the order? Then you are responsible for all the actions they committed. Can I hold you accountable?"
"Yes, you can, sir."
"Right…"
I crossed my arms and pondered for a while before pulling out my sword. The aristocrats began to mumble. Ignoring them, I faced the aristocrat in front of me and asked one last question.
"Do you have a son?"
"Yes. He's my heir, a brilliant son and my pride."
"That's good."
I drove the sword into the resolute aristocrat's chest. I grabbed him by the shoulder as he trottered, blood pooling around the wound. I said in a low voice that only he could hear.
"Duke Artos. I'll remember you."
"Do you mean… we're clear…?"
I nodded slowly.
"Of course your son would hate me."
"It's natural that he would hate his father's killer… but don't worry… he's not a guy to lose sense only because emotions sway him…"
"It would be nice to have a brave family like Artos in our kingdom. What a pity."
The middle-aged chuckled bitterly.
That was it.
Reltor's body fell limp and his escort knights approached.
After I nodded, the two escort knights hauled Reltor's corpse on their backs.
'The master they served is dead, but no emotions to show on their face.'
As if they expected it to be like this from the moment I entered.
'Reltor Artos.'
One more name to remember.
Although he couldn't be an ally.
As I scratched the nape of my neck, I could see the commotion stir in the inn.
"Reltor-nim, he…"
"That was done without due process, Hero! You have crossed the line!"
Agitated by the death of Reltor, the nobles began spurring criticism.
I addressed the noisiest of them all.
"What if I crossed the line? What would you do? Do you want to formally protest against me to the Empire and the Church?"
An impressively black mustached man shook his head with a solemn expression.
"We don't even have to go there. Get us out of this fucking city right now, or we'll order the troops outside to attack!"
"You know that's bullshit, ha? You guys are going to be arrested, how are you going to give orders, and even though Lupus has been destroyed partly, the walls are still intact. Can they get over it?"
"Hoh! Hero, you're the one talking bullshit. How could we have entered here without a safety implementation? Once we're arrested, the hidden minions shall spread the word to the army outside the city. High walls? What if there are walls. You don't have an army to protect it."
The man with the impressive mustache urged to let them go immediately if we sought good for the sake of the citizens of Lupus.
Perhaps impassioned by his confident demeanor, other nobles clamored to get them out.
Ah, so noisy.
"…these dare-"
Leslie, who was worse off, was about to step forward but I raised a halting palm.
Instead, I called out our party mascot.
"Shedia, take that one out."
"Who?"
Shedia asked, sticking her face out of Katarina's shadow.
"Huh?!"
"That, that person appeared from the shadows?!"
Ignoring the astonished nobles, I raised my index finger towards the target. Then she nodded her head and threw something out of the shadow.
And something fell to the floor with a dull sound…
"Wh.. huh..!?"
It was a human head.
The nobles who saw it began to be visibly frightened, naturally.
"Is this the guy? The minion you mentioned. Don't lie that there are more. I've checked everything."
"…"
The mustachioed man was silent for a moment, then stammered out.
"So, so what? Even if it's not this guy, if we don't contact them, the army outside the city will find out the strangeness. Later on, they'll attack Lupus to save us. In the end, it would be an extension of what I said earlier!"
His loud voice resounded in the inn. At the same time, the door burst open, and knights in armor entered one after another.
Looking at the knights who suddenly appeared, he shut his mouth.
Or had to.
If he had a good eye, he would have noticed that those knights weren't knights of Lupus.
Among the nobles, there were even those who were horrified to find out the knights' identities.
Either way, I waited for all the knights to file in.
The knights who came in first lined up in two columns and made a path. An old man and a middle-aged man in dazzling armor walked side by side.
The old and the middle-aged man got down on one knee toward me.
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"The Comital Lopez family responds to the summon of the Hero and Her Highness the Queen."
"The Ducal Collins family responds to the summon of the Hero and Her Highness the Queen."
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