HPDBC Chapter 19
Chapter 19
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Chapter 19
Vishiri Cascadia.
Not only had Tyvel's first son been thoroughly defeated, but most of the forces sent to completely suppress Melissa were also reduced to nothing but bloodstains in a single day.
No one knew what had happened to that powerless child.
What mattered, however, was that Tyvel had lost the majority of his current forces.
The borrowed reinforcements, prepared just in case of an emergency, were no small number.
Although Tyvel Cascadia was also at the level of an intermediate expert, like Vishiri Cascadia, he had no intention of gambling his life in battle when even many intermediate experts had already fallen.
"First, we head to the capital. Once safety is ensured, we’ll plan for the future."
His second son, Bivel Cascadia, looked slightly dissatisfied.
He was at a peak stage in his talent, and the fact that they had to flee in such a disgraceful manner did not sit well with him.
"Don’t worry, Father. If they push all the way into this mansion, I will cut them down in a single stroke."
"Your words are comforting, at least."
Tyvel replied curtly, his expression firm, then shouted at the knight who entered the room after.
"What about the items in the basement?"
"We’ve already dispatched personnel to handle them. Do not worry. We are disposing of what needs to be disposed of and securing what must be secured. No trace will be left in the mansion."
Ideally, everything should have been disposed of.
However, there were too many valuable items to simply discard.
"Make sure the matter of the elves is never discovered. Leave no traces and burn everything to ashes."
"Understood, sir. I will—"
It was then.
The previously bustling mansion suddenly felt eerily quiet.
"Hmm? Why is it so quiet? We must act quickly while Melissa is still distracted by the monster."
It was unnervingly silent.
The knight drew his sword, cloaking himself in aura.
"Master, something is amiss. I will check the situation. Please, do not leave this place."
As the knight hurriedly departed, Tyvel, who had been seated, was enveloped by a strange unease.
"Father?"
"Do not worry. I’m sure it’s nothing."
He believed that.
Until he realized that even after 10, then 20 minutes, the knight had not returned.
"Father, something isn’t right."
"..."
Tyvel immediately grabbed his sword, his face hardened.
"Follow me."
The mansion was unnaturally quiet.
No matter what, there should still be numerous servants in the mansion.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
And there were also knights and soldiers Tyvel had taken from the count’s estate.
Yet it was too silent.
Something was deeply wrong.
"Gasp?!"
When Tyvel Cascadia and his second son, Bivel Cascadia, stepped out of the office, they were shocked to find a hallway turned into a hellscape.
Everyone was dead.
While the servants' corpses were not visible, none of the knights or soldiers were alive and moving.
The stench of blood enveloped everything.
When did this happen?
No, how did this even happen?
Suppressing his chaotic emotions, Tyvel headed toward the lobby.
There, he saw the knight who had gone to report lying bloodied on the floor.
Beside him stood a boy with his back turned.
"Tyvel Cascadia."
A chilling voice filled the air, suffocating everything around.
"You... you, it can’t be..."
The boy slowly turned his head.
His icy, sky-blue eyes, completely different from his father’s, exuded a sharp, frigid aura.
"Leon... is it you? Are you Leon?!"
Tyvel, aware of the abnormality of the situation, shouted desperately.
Just as Bivel’s blade was about to touch Leon—
Tyvel witnessed a horrifying sight.
It was as if Leon’s time accelerated for a moment, his figure scattering like a shadow.
In an instant, Leon appeared, severing the arm of Tyvel’s precious son, Bivel.
Bivel’s sword slashed nothing but empty air.
Though Bivel’s talent was exceptional, talent alone didn’t equate to strength.
It merely meant one could grow stronger faster.
This was a mistake—and arrogance—that those intoxicated by their own talent often made.
“AAARGH!!!”
With a terrible scream, Bivel collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain and spraying blood everywhere.
“You said you’d forgive me with just one arm? Then should I cut off both to earn forgiveness?”
“AAARGH! Y-You cursed bastard... Gah...?!”
As another arm was severed, Bivel howled in pain, flailing on the ground without his limbs.
“Stop, Leon!!”
“And if I don’t? What can you do about it?”
Leon calmly raised his gaze to meet Tyvel’s.
“F-Father, something’s wrong... S-Spare me...”
BOOM!!!
Leon kicked the collapsed Bivel, sending him flying.
Unable to withstand the shock, Bivel lost consciousness.
Talent, no matter how brilliant, was like an unscratched lottery ticket if it hadn’t fully blossomed.
“Bivel!! No!! Leon! I should have killed you long ago! You should not have been left alive!”
“It wasn’t that you didn’t—it’s that you couldn’t.”
“You wretch! Do you even realize what enormous forces you’ve provoked into fighting against you?”
“Let’s get one thing straight. I didn’t pick this fight. You lot are the ones who came after me. So reckless.”
With that, Leon took a step forward.
BOOM!!!
Simultaneously, a heavy wave of energy erupted from his feet, crushing the surroundings.
The aura emanating from this so-called aura user was incomprehensible.
This wasn’t a human—it was a monster.
Surely, the destruction of Tyvel Cascadia’s main forces, including Vishiri Cascadia, was because of this being.
Fighting him here would be unwise.
But the bastard had severed his son’s arms.
Grinding his teeth in rage, Tyvel summoned his sword aura.
“Until I rip out your eyes and crush them, my fury will not subside.”
“For someone who cherishes their child so much, you sure mistreated someone else’s family.”
“LEON!!!”
Blinded by rage at his son’s injury, Tyvel unleashed the full power of his sword expertise against Leon.
Though Tyvel was considered near the level of a Sword Expert, Leon’s physical enhancement had long surpassed normal limits.
Mastering massive aura required exceptional control, but for Leon, it was no issue.
A storm of swords erupted with incredible speed.
Clang! Slash!
Clack-clack! Slash!
The swords collided rapidly, yet Leon’s aura, like an unending ocean, kept replenishing itself, even as it was consumed.
From an outsider’s perspective, it appeared as though Tyvel was ferociously pushing forward.
But in truth, his attacks were blocked or missed entirely, failing to make Leon retreat even a step.
Instead, Leon’s counterattacks left wounds on Tyvel.
“Why... Why doesn’t your aura diminish?! This is impossible!”
Normally, an aura user would exhaust their energy just defending against attacks like this.
Even a single clash of sword aura should drain significant reserves.
This was an unchanging rule, regardless of talent or skill.
Yet Leon’s aura showed no sign of depletion.
Meanwhile, Tyvel’s aura was beginning to run dry.
“Die!!!”
With a desperate scream, Tyvel deflected Leon’s sword and thrust his blade towards Leon’s heart.
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