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Light Novel Title: "White Plague Chronicles: The
King Without a Throne"
Volume 2 — Chapter 17: The Royal Decree
The sun dipped behind the hills, casting shadows
across the dirt path. A chilling wind passed by as
Leornars Servs Avrem, draped in a tattered black
cloak, marched forward. His two undead
companions, Ascian and Bellian, followed closely
behind—silent, soulless, and deadly.
A suffocating aura of bloodlust clung to Leornars
like a storm cloud, growing thicker with every step.
His crimson eyes glowed dimly beneath his hood,
and a hiss of steam escaped his lips as his power
surged—empowering the undead behind him.
> "This place stinks of filth."
He muttered, low and cold.
Just a few meters ahead, eight slave traders were
lounging around three caged carriages, filled with
crying human and demi-human captives. The
captives' eyes were hollow, their bodies
malnourished.
Laughter halted.
A blood-red mist swirled in the air—unnatural,
oppressive.
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One of the slavers stood, confused. Then—a sharp
glint. A blade.
In the next second, a knife buried deep into his
throat.
> "He—he's down!"
Panic spread like fire.
> "ARM YOURSELVES!!"
The bandit leader barked.
From the mist, a voice answered, rough and
deathly calm.
> "So... you're the leader. Thanks for clarifying. I'll
make your death particularly unpleasant."
Leornars stepped out.
The slavers rushed in, but Ascian pounced like a
beast, dragging one into the dark, his scream cut
short. Bellian reappeared behind another, his blade
slicing through skull and spine in a blink.
Leornars raised his hand.
> "Skill: Bubble."
Bubbles floated gently—strangely beautiful.
> "Huh...? A bubble?"
The bandits stared.
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Then the screams began.
Their skin bubbled, boiled, and melted off their
bones as the corrosive spell ate through flesh.
Three fell.
The rest prepared for battle.
Only three remained.
> "Tch...!"
Leornars vanished, reappearing behind one of
them.
> "Touch of Decay."
The man's body instantly rotted into mush,
dissolving into the soil.
The two survivors trembled.
One screamed and charged.
Leornars ducked low, then surged upward, plunging a
dagger into his jaw and slicing upward—
decapitating him in one fluid motion.
The last bandit dropped his weapon and fell
backward.
> "P-please... I'll give you everything I have! Just
don't kill me!"
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Leornars slowly approached, eyes glowing ever
redder.
> "You sold children. You tried to sell lives for
coins."
> "I—I didn't know—!"
> "Can you buy back their trauma with gold?"
He raised his blade.
"Can you buy back innocence with begging?"
He sliced off the man's fingers.
> "You are unworthy to serve even as my undead."
The final touch—Bubble and Touch of Decay
combined—reduced him to nothing but a stain on
the earth.
With a cold breath, Leornars sheathed his blade.
The slaves were freed one by one, their eyes filled
with disbelief. All fled into the woods.
Except for one little girl.
She stood, clutching her torn dress, eyes wide.
> "Let's go," Leornars said softly, "Your old man is
waiting."
She followed.
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A few hours later...
Tears poured down the father's face as he hugged
his daughter.
> "What happened to the bandits?" Stacian asked.
> "They ran." Leornars replied, unbothered, as he
packed herbs into his satchel.
> "If it's not too much, please... come eat at my
home. I have nothing else to give you," the man
said, bowing deeply.
Leornars narrowed his eyes.
Suspicion flickered in them.
Stacian stepped in with a smile.
> "We'd love to."
("We? Who's we?" Leornars thought, irritated.)
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Later — The Village of Lost Light
They walked for hours into a forgotten forest until
the village revealed itself: tattered homes, stagnant
waters, the stench of rot. Leornars frowned.
> "This place..." he whispered.
The old man removed his cap, revealing cat-like
ears.
> "Leux...?"
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A memory flickered—an old friend.
> "Everyone, come! Our protector has returned!
The White Plague has come!"
Slowly, villagers gathered, most sickly, some crying.
One woman walked by, clutching the corpse of her
child.
> "He died from the poisoned water... and food," the
man said, his voice hollow. "I don't even know what
I'll feed my daughter tonight."
Leornars stood still. Pale.
> "Stacian," he said quietly, "Can you purify the
water?"
> "The contamination is... too deep."
Leornars stepped forward, dipping his hand into
the water.
> "Then I'll clean it myself."
He unleashed both Bubble and Touch of Decay—his
mana pouring into the lake.
Stacian followed up:
> "Light Magic: Detoxification and Purification!"
The lake glowed, boiled, then calmed. Mist drifted
away. The water—clear.
The villagers gasped.
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> "It's... safe. It's SAFE!"
Cheers erupted.
Leornars sighed, sitting on a wooden bench.
> "I may have overdone it," Stacian said.
> "Yap." Leornars replied, arms crossed.
"We'll be visiting this village once a week to make sure our little base is good"
They spent the night eating with the grateful
villagers.
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The Next Day — Durmount Guild Hall
> "Some adventurers they are," the receptionist
scoffed. "Weak, useless—"
Suddenly, she froze.
Leornars leaned close, whispering.
> "The audacity you have... be careful. One day, you
might find yourself dead and buried... next to a
toilet."
His glowing red eye glared.
She paled.
They left.
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At the Market
> "Why are we here?" Stacian asked.
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Leornars entered a women's clothing shop.
> "Make her look presentable. Some other basic
clothing too... and underwear."
Stacian turned beet red.
Leornars ignored it and walked off.
Suddenly—a loudspeaker flared to life.
> "This is Prince Edgar, broadcasting emergency
news. The Kingdom of Durmount has summoned
heroes... but also summoned someone else.
The White Plague—a prophesied force—resides
among us. My father, King Edmund, seeks to
enslave him. I, however, will not.
He is armed. Dangerous. But kind to those
deserving. Leave him be... or face the
consequences."
The crowd was stunned.
> "Durmount is hunting me already?" Leornars
muttered, biting his nail.
> "The demi-humans might revolt..."
"He could unify them..."
"If he does, Durmount is finished!"
The whispers surrounded him.
He grinned.
He grinned.
> "So I really am a problem... Good."
He turned, walking into the sunset with crimson eyes glowing brightly.
> "I'll unify the demi-human races... I'll end this war.
But before that... Durmount must fall."
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