Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!

Chapter 50.1: Mithril Skull (1)

Chapter 50.1: Mithril Skull (1)

After confirming that it was truly a gift from Rayne, Constance put away the golden sword with care.

"This sword is yours. However, remember to limit the number of times you use it. Don't use it unless necessary."

Constance nodded docilely. "I understand."

Rayne: "…"

Constance: "…"

Rayne: "Actually, you can ask me why."

Constance asked, "Why?"

Rayne replied, "That's because when the sword is activated, the resources consumed are not energy, but gold."

It was the same way that activating magic consumed mana.

When the golden sword was activated, it would automatically evaporate nearby gold.

At the side, Hela was stunned. "…Gold?"

So, this was the reason why the puppets told me that they could not find a single gold coin when they were counting the spoils of war…

In Obadiah's collection, rare treasures in elegant and powerful formats were the most important.

However, he had also hoarded some secular belongings like gold and gems.

While Hela was providing her thigh as a pillow for Rayne, the puppets were counting Obadiah's inheritance.

However, they realized that although the entire tower was resplendent, the gold products in Obadiah's treasure vault were zero.

Initially, Hela merely thought that this was merely Obadiah's preference for his collection.

But now…

It turned out that when Constance used the golden sword to kill the ancient dragon, the gold that existed in the vicinity of the battlefield had already evaporated as an energy source.

In the previous reincarnation cycles, no matter what name Constance gave the sword, Rayne only had a single title for it in his heart.

Gold Siphon.

It was cool to kill the ancient dragon, Obadiah, in a single strike, right?

However, if Constance knew that the golden sword had billed her a terrifying sum in order to kill the ancient dragon, even her non-existent balls would feel the pain...

In fact, it was not only the gold in the vicinity. Gold Siphon could even deduct all the gold in Constance's possession directly.

What was even more ridiculous was that if they could not make up for the exorbitant bill after deducting Constance's gold savings completely, the user's kin would become the next target of this golden sword.

This was a simple equivalent exchange.

The life of an ancient dragon was undoubtedly extremely precious.

In that case, they would have to pay an extremely high price to kill him as well.

The perfunctory bit of gold in Obadiah's savings was not enough and neither was the pure-hearted Constance's savings.

In that case, it had to be someone else close to Constance.

Theoretically speaking, this sum of money should be paid by her sisters from the Imperial Guards.

However, in reality…

Rayne took out his purse.

Indeed, it was empty.

Rayne's assets were evaporated as well.

Of course, that was far from enough.

Rayne, who was 19 years old, did not have much money. As a prince, apart from studying and attending classes, he spent his days eating, drinking and having fun. He had never had the habit of saving.

Here comes the problem.

Who was the one who paid for the gold that was equivalent to the life of an ancient dragon in the end?

The capital of Haines, Dreamland.

Because their new boss had yet to give any orders, the succubi could only prepare for their meaningless penetration work as usual.

However, just now…

They received good news.

The Dragon Succubus leader slammed the table and stood up, questioning in shock, "What?! You're saying that the gold coins in our backstage are gone?"

"That's right!"

"Was it done by the Imperial Guards?"

"No! The gold coins just vanished! I-I don't know what happened at all! Just like that, they... evaporated into thin air!"

"In other words…"

"Does that mean we finally have a bed to sleep on?!"

"Bravo!"

"Hooray!"

A third of the yellow scrap metal that was piled up like a mountain in Dreamland had been cleared for some unknown reason—it no longer occupied space in their rooms!

The succubi shed tears of gratitude.

…

Leta, ancient dragon barrier.

The timing of Rayne's awakening was extremely coincidental—it was just as the ancient dragon barrier was about to be dispelled and the Imperial Guards were about to leave.

Now…

Rayne had one last thing to do in Leta.

In the last ten minutes of the dissipation of the barrier, Rayne had to select the second item he wanted.

In the past, Rayne could only suppress Obadiah in the later stages of his battle due to the latter's immortality.

However, Obadiah had too many treasures on him. As long as Rayne could survive to the later stages of the battle, he would bring Constance with him to take down Obadiah.

As for what treasures Obadiah had in his house and where they were placed…

Rayne knew very well that he could find them even with his eyes closed.

Rayne did not go to the tower where Obadiah collected treasures. Instead, he came to an unassuming cemetery filled with corpses.

Those corpses were the various living beings that barged into Obadiah's dragon lair for various reasons and were killed by the latter.

They were not as strong as the demigods and were not qualified to be hung at the entrance as scarecrows. Therefore, Obadiah threw them aside and dealt with them collectively after accumulating enough.

Therefore, it was actually inappropriate to say that this was a cemetery.

Although there were countless bones piled here, no one buried them.

At best, this was... day to day garbage?

After the previous battle, the bones had already changed beyond recognition.

When Obadiah broke through the lava beneath, it caused a lava rain. Thereafter, the Great Teacher and Histia, the two divinities of Compassion and Order, fought for a hundred rounds in the abyss.

This section of the Blazing Sun Wall was now barren, as though it was bombarded by a city-destroying forbidden curse.

Even so, among the pitch-black charcoal residue, there was a special sacred item that was as good as new.

Rayne took out a silver-white skull.

The size and shape of the skull was in the style of an elf. However, the material of the skull was a metal similar to mithril.

After the destruction of the battle, the mithril skull was completely unharmed.

Rayne smiled as he looked at the skull.

The owner of that skull was an extremely… interesting fellow.

"Look at you…"

Rayne said sarcastically, "A Monarch that was looked up to by everyone but ended up in a rubbish dump in the lair of the ancient dragon… Even your compatriots ignored you as though you didn't exist."

"How pitiful…"

There was no sympathy in Rayne's voice.

"[Compassion]."