Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 815- End of Duke Montford

Chapter 815- End of Duke Montford

"Hello everyone. The prince you are looking for is inside. However, the door that is blocking you all is more than fifteen inches thick and thirty feet tall. It was created to endure even the most powerful of attacks and shelter the people inside for a long time in mind"

"As such, it cannot be broken easily, more so using Brute force. To open it, we need a key which is possessed by only two people. One is with the prince who is currently behind this door, the other one is with the duke who is currently engaged in a fight with the princess"

The boy named Theodore explained energetically. At this moment, the other teams also came here after defeating their opponents. Theodore explained the same thing to them.

"Hoh, this door doesn't look that sturdy to me. Brat are you sure this thing is as strong as you say?"

One of the adventurers who had recently joined the princess' side and was very much unfamiliar with the identity of Theodore and Maybell, spoke. The latter didn't take offence to his comment and simply pointed at the door behind him with his thumb.

"If you don't believe me, you can find it out yourself".

 The adventurer smiled "That's more like my style. Who wants to wait that long, I want to impress the princess by capturing the stupid prince and offering his head head when she returns. Everyone, get back. I will break open this door".

Saying so, that adventurer leader activated his skills. His sword pulsed with powerful energy as he charged towards the door and slashed his sword.

CLANG… a loud metallic noise rang out inside the underground hall, shaking the very foundation of the place.

 BANG… the adventurer recoiled back from his own attack and fell on the ground, causing the other adventurers to laugh at him.

"Haha, are you trying to break the door or break your back? Since you can't do it, leave it to me. I shall be the one to impress the princess".

Being a beauty that she was, it was only natural that she had her own fanbase of young and talented adventurers who wanted to woo her. Many of the adventurers here other than wanting to repay her for the favour that they owed her, also wanted to leave an impression on her.

And so, one by one these adventurers came forth to try out their powers. The underground hall trembled continuously with the sounds of their attacks hitting the door. Nevertheless, none of them managed to successfully break the door.

Blake and his team watched the entire spectacle from the sidelines never thinking about stepping in.

"Sigh… I'm exasperated just looking at these people. How were they able to reach the level they are now with that little intelligence of theirs? Do they not realise that door is made of Mythril and further enhanced with numerous items to become as sturdy as possible or they just don't care at all?" Wyot commented, sighing at the stupidity of the adventurers.

 "Leave them be, it is normal for them to be overconfident of their strength given their talent. I can understand why they are so impatient to get in even without a key. All of this will be over if we just capture the first prince, I share the same sentiment as them"

Blake unexpectedly sided with the raucous adventurers who were foolishly trying to break the door. This caused his teammates to give him side eyes. Especially Frida who looked at him with her eyes half closed.

"Hnn" She made a nasal sound and muttered, "You want to impress Cynthia too huh"…

"What?!" Hearing her words, Blake looked confused for a second before he realised that he had been misunderstood.

"No, no, that's not what I was trying to say. I just want this whole thing to be over. That is why…"

"Hmph" Frida snorted and moved her head away not wanting to listen to his excuse. What's more, his best friend Wyot was also shaking his head from the sidelines as if disappointed in him.

BOOOM… at this moment, while the adventurers were waiting in front of the huge gates of the emergency shelter, the entire underground hall trembled intensely. Debris fell from the ceiling and a powerful pressure enough to suffocate them, descended onto the place.

Outside, in the skies above the castle, the fight between the princess and the duke of the city was also reaching its final stages. By now, both parties were extremely familiar with each other strengths and how to counter each other.

As evident by the city below that now lay in ruins. The entire eastern district of the city was filled with large craters and destroyed debris of the buildings. What's more, a wall of fire covered the entire area adding to the dreafulness of the battle.

This wall of fire that had enveloped the eastern district of the city wasn't created by Cynthia nor was it possible for the duke. Instead, it was put up by Annette to restrict the common people of the city from rushing into the battlefield and getting caught in their battle.

"Seems like you have gained some useful subordinates Your Highness" Duke Montford commented looking down at the woman with glasses while riding a swirl of wind.

While in the state of [Zephyrus Armour], his mastery as well as his connection with the attribute of wind becomes so strong that he can manipulate wind currents as easily as breathing.

As could be seen from the lack of wind in the entire city. Whether it be fluttering of clothes, or clouds of dust that should have been present in the city after a big battle like this, everything was absent in the city as all the currents were currently being encased in the armour around Duke Montford.

Not only that he can also suck out all the air for his opponent to breathe. As could be seen from Cynthia's figure who was using her own wind magic to breathe.

"Indeed, she is quite thoughtful. However, you are wrong about one thing. She is not my subordinate. Right now, she is only helping me" Cynthia answered, smiling to herself.

"I see, no wonder she created that wall. If she can do something like this, she should be quite strong in battle. Why aren't you using her aid? Wouldn't this battle have ended faster if the both of you joined forces?"

The duke questioned. Even though the both of them were currently enemies, they were conversing with each other like they were acquaintances.

 "What kind of leader would I be if I can't even win a difficult battle for my people? With this fight, I want everyone to see that their new queen isn't just some weak royalty but someone who can actually protect and lead them towards a bright future"…

 "Hoh, is her highness implying that she is confident that she can beat me?"…

"You are not wrong" Cynthia smiled, the markings that covered the sides of her cheeks like whiskers and her lion like eyes, made her seem cheeky and arrogant.

"Haha, this is a problem, I can't have you looking down on me" Duke Mantford's attack became even more ferocious; however, it wasn't anything that Cynthia couldn't easily handle.

"Your attacks hold no killing intent. Your Grace, are you perhaps fighting me with no intention to kill me?".

The latter did not say anything and continued to mount his attack. Although his attacks had power and ferocity, they weren't packed with murderous intent. The latter was simply trying to delay her.

Why would he do something like this? Could it be that he realises that he cannot win and is buying time? If so, for whom and what for?

Cynthia narrowed her eyes, no matter what reason the duke was buying time for, she could not let the battle drag on for any longer. As a member of the dungeon Lapalce, she now shares the exclusive information sharing network called the Message with all the other members of the dungeon.

Which is why, she was aware that her forces had all arrived at the destination. In that case, she must hurry up and defeat the Duke. And so to make it fair and to leave no disappointment behind, she decided to reveal the information.

 "Oh, by the way your grace, How is Lucas Blackwood that successor of yours doing?" Cynthia questioned in a mocking tone.

SHIIING… Duke Montford came attacking with a big swing of his tempest sword that he materialised.

 "What are you trying to imply at this moment, Your Highness? He went to search for you did he not? Since you have the Air Engine I gave him, you met him on the way obviously Did he lend the Air Engine to you?"…

 "Your grace knows how to jest. Even if I do know him, it is merely as an acquaintance. There is no way, he will let me take his Air Engine, to lay siege on his very city. I know the duke is smart enough to know this as well"…

 Duke Montford suddenly became silent. It was true that he had his doubts about why Lucas would give the Air engine to Cynthia who wanted to bring his own city down. However, as he was pressed for time, he put the matter at the back of his mind.

Now that he thought about it, the Lucas he knew would never do something like that. So how did Her Highness get the Air Engine from him? Unless…

"What did you do with him?" He asked, his aura which had been calm like a lake all this time fluctuated for a moment.