Demon Lord's Reincarnation

Chapter 78 - What is with this town

Chapter 78 - What is with this town

The nobles finally backed off after hearing what Valdel said. They had determined that facing him directly would yield nothing. After acknowledging that the ring was real, the group of nobles apologized. The Principal didn't take to kindly to their insincere apologies and scoffed at them. Valdel didn't say anything since he knew that this wasn't the end. These kinds of people will not give up.

As the nobles gathered slowly dispersed, some of the people suddenly heard someone screaming.

"It's all because of you!" Out of nowhere someone appeared with a sword at hand. He had bloodshot eyes, and he glared at Valdel running full speed towards him. This person was none other than, Alastair, Sepchel's younger brother. Even though he was in a frenzied state Alastair was still an advanced level swordsman, not only that, even though he was rotten he was still considered a prodigy with the sword. So that attack he was about to make on Valdel was fatal.

Sensing the opponent's killing intent, Valdel's body unconsciously moved to counter. It was something that was drilled to him by Ren, who kept on doing surprise attacks on him while showering him with his immense killing intent.

Valdel's counter-attacks usually depend on how much killing intent was directed at him. If it reached a certain point, even though Valdel, in general, didn't like killing people, he would still kill if this much killing intent was directed at him. Since this much hatred meant it was impossible to get along with the opponent, so the only option left was to kill.

Valdel evaded Alastair's frenzied strike from the front. Now that he saw Alastair's defenseless back, Valdel was about to deal a fatal strike, but the moment he swung Zwei down someone appeared before him blocking his sword. It was Sepchel who suddenly sprinted forward seeing that Valdel was planning to kill Alastair.

Sepchel then pushed Valdel forward, at this point the frenzied Alastair was about ready to continue his attack on Valdel, but he was then knocked out by Sepchel who kneed him at his Solar Plexus. Alastair who has lost consciousness was picked up by Sepchel.

"I'm sorry about what my younger brother has done. I hope you forgive us, I know it isn't much, but I will give you anything as compensation. State your price. If that is not acceptable then I have no choice but to fight. Since no matter how disgusting and rotten he has become, he is still my younger brother. Watching him die in front will leave a bad aftertaste." Sepchel who didn't really like the actions of his brother still protected him, and went straight to the point.

"It's alright, no need for that since no one was really harmed." Hearing what Valdel said Sepchel had nothing else to say and simply bowed his head, as he dragged his brother to the back of his horse. After saluting at Valdel and the Principal one last time, Sepchel and his men left the scene.

...

'Damn this idiot! Always causing trouble!' Sepchel was very upset at his younger brother as he and his men headed towards the southern exit. The moment he arrived he saw that his men were all laying on the ground unmoving. Not only that it wasn't just the twenty men stationed here that lay on the ground, even his second in command and his men that were supposed to guard the northern exit, as well as the men he sent to gather intelligence on Ren, were here. What had happened here?

Sepchel and his men dismounted and checked on the status of their fallen comrades. Upon closer inspection, they quickly figured out that the men were simply unconscious. Whoever attacked them, did it so cleanly and it would seem that they did it with on strike each.

While they were checking the bodies of the unconscious knights for any abnormalities, one of the men saw letter squeezed into the armor of one of his comrades. He took it out and immediately handed it to Sepchel.

Sepchel who looked at the contents of the letter, was first astonished, then he started wryly smiling, and in the end, he once again glared at his unconscious brother, that was placed behind his horse's back.

The contents of the letter were.

"Hey, Knight commander Sepchel here are your men, be grateful I didn't kill them. If you were like your brother these men of yours would be dead, but since it seems like you have a brain of sorts I left them alive. They fail to be good sparring partners to test out my new skills, except for that lieutenant of yours he was pretty good.

Ren

P.S. If you want to know more about me, no need to be indirect just head to the bar of the adventurers guild. I'll be staying there for the next two days."

Sepchel sighed after once again getting angry at the foolish actions of his younger brother. Sepchel wasn't sure how strong Ren was, but to be able to beat most of his men, and even his lieutenant with but one or two hits, was already an indicator that he was either as strong as Sepchel, or he was someone even stronger.

Sepchel sighed once more, this wasn't someone he wanted to deal with at the moment, seeing as the fight between the first and the second prince was getting even more intense. Sepchel then decided to try and talk to Ren, and see if there family's relationship with him could soften.

...

While Sepchel was thinking of what to do with Ren, the nobles who wanted to get Zwei were now heading back to the inns that they have rented. They figured that they would be staying here for quite some time, so most of them booked a whole inn to stay at, while others had villas placed in this town.

As they were heading back to their respective places, they were suddenly ambushed on the streets which were mysteriously empty. This was happening in different parts of Grenton. The moment they were ambushed the guards they hired tried to protect them. The mages who were about to cast spells were suddenly hit in the head by arrows. On the other hand, the swordsmen, even though they were advance rank were picked apart by long-range spells.

It was a one-sided slaughter. The noblemen watched on in horror as their guards die like dogs. Some of the noblemen tried to fight back but were easily dealt with. The others tried to flee, but arrows rained down upon them. Some screamed for help, hoping a guard or some sort of knight was passing by, but no matter how much they screamed no one responded.

They couldn't understand what was happening, why were they being attacked? Who was attacking them? Was it the other nobles that wanted the sword? They had no time to figure this out, as they died by arrows and spells. One of the noblemen actually got as far as to actually see the north gate. The moment he saw salvation, he was killed by an arrow through his head. The last thoughts he had before his death were, 'What is with this town.'