大神同学要被吃掉

Leaving him behind, the giant swordsman stepped forward.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

The soldiers guarding the gate all stepped back in return.

“Oh, my God…”

“Is that…?”

He was the apostle chosen by Kybriel, the Goddess of Darkness, and the sole heir to the Sword King Baotolt.

Valtara Warrior, Felard Bean.

The strongest combatant of the six denominations appeared at Fort Miros.

According to popular rumors, even the Transcendental was forced to kneel against the might of his sword.

‘How can we defeat that monster?’

The soldiers ran away upon identifying him, and the army of the Church immediately chased after them.

“Where are you running?”

“Do you think we’ll let you go freely?”

Ryu Han-bin smirked at the appearance of his strong allies.

“Follow the plan. We need them to be a part of our faction in the future.”

He then looked at the inner castle in front of him.

“Now, once we catch the commander, this fortress will be ours.”

A silver-haired girl jumped from the south wall.

“Mr. Felard! My side is clear!”

“Well done, Effir.”

Coming next to Han-bin, she glared at the front gate of the inner castle.

It was made of steel and imbued with a strong defensive spell.

While under the effects of adrenaline and holding her weapons, she asked curiously.

“Do you want me to break it?”

Ryu Han-bin shook his Head.

“No, I’ll do it.”

The current Effir could break down the obstacle in front of them.

However, Han-bin himself needed to display his power as much as possible.

“Leon Hart told me…”

His Gigant burned and began to glow brilliantly.

“… to show off as much as possible.”

The red Aura burst an extreme power against the inner castle.

* * *

The whole building shook as if the earth itself was quaking.

The walls cracked, and dust flew into the air.

Inside the command room of Fort Miros, a young Elf sat with a stiff face.

Raondel Eli Artransas, the third prince of the Atransas family.

All over the castle, spears and swords collided, and screams echoed.

Raondel lamented.

“Ah, will the great Artransas family lose like this…”

Slowly, he lifted himself.

“If we’re meant to be defeated, then we must do it nobly.”

Not long after, the enemy had smashed the command room door, allowing the Church’s troops to flock in.

As soon as they found Raondel, the soldiers’ eyes lit up and shouted.

“It’s the enemy commander!”

“I found Prince Raondel!”

“Subdue him!”

Raondel spoke up in a dignified tone with his eyes glaring.

“Back off, you lowlings!”

The soldiers flinched and stopped moving.

He continued to shout with authority.

“Do you know who you’re standing in front of? You dare show such disrespectful behavior in front of the successor of Atransas?”

The invaders began to look at each other.

The times had changed already. However, not long ago, the Artransas family were royals of the Fairy Kingdom.

They gave in without realizing it.

“That’s right. Humble yourselves.”

With a snort, Raondel waited.

He waited for the Head of the religious group, who wasn’t of such low blood. He desired someone with proper authority to accept his noble blood’s surrender.

‘Even though I’ve been defeated, I will be a royal prisoner with confidence!’

After a while, a huge barbarian entered the room.

“Are you the heir to the Sword King? You indeed fought well. You deserve the submission of an Atransas, you who have surpassed human limitations.”

He stretched his shoulders and finished the declaration of surrender.

“Now, take my defeat and raise your honor!”

At the end of his speech, Raondel exuded pride.

He behaved exactly as an aristocrat should. He wasn’t humble. Rather, he was confident!

… The listener didn’t think so.

“Hey, why’s he still like that?”

Raondel was startled. The voice made him feel ominous somehow.

“You… You?”

Only then did he properly look at his opponent’s face.

He remembered that guy.

Those squishy, ugly eyes!

“Huh!”

Han-bin waved slightly at the ‘Elven Prince.’

“Long time no see. How have you been?”

It was nice to see him again after so long.

Of course, Raondel didn’t welcome it at all.

When that pot-like palm turned into a fist, the form it took stimulated his long-standing trauma.

“Uh…”

He growled nonstop and soon lost consciousness.

Han-bin, who became embarrassed, scratched his head.

“Why did you faint when I haven’t even beaten you this time? What kind of dog are you?”

Entering the command room late, Effir and Artis asked him a question.

“What about the commander?”

“Did you hold him down properly? You didn’t kill him, did you?”

Once again, he scratched his head and gave them a puzzled look.

“Well, for now?”

* * *

The church troops led by Ryu Han-bin overpowered the duke’s troops and captured Fort Miros without much damage.

All that remained was to go through the surrender process and integrate the prisoners into their ranks.

The problem was…

“The one who needs to declare their surrender has fainted.”

Han-bin clicked his tongue as he looked at Raondel, who had lost consciousness.

The battle didn’t end with the enemy commander’s surrender either.

It was necessary to inform their warriors, who were of the fortress, that the battle was officially over.

Effir expressed her opinion, showing her confusion.

“Wouldn’t it work the same if we cut off this Elf’s head and hang it on the wall?”

“… Isn’t that too harsh?”

They didn’t have to do that.

They just had to find the next highest-ranking person.

Han-bin dragged a knight of Allendia to them and interrogated him.

“Who’s next to him?”

“That would be Sir Modetus, the greatest knight of Atransas.”

“Disappointing. The Dwarf has already been slain.”

The disaster happened due to Ryu Han-bin’s Crosscut.

“Then the second-in-command, the Magic Swordsman Lupetton…”

“He passed out, too.”

Effir had beaten him mercilessly.

“Then Sir Raldion, the duke’s Mage…”

“That Sylph became so exhausted he had to be carried away.”

He withstood the fire spells of Artis but was swept away with his fellow wizards.

“Well, then…”

The knight was embarrassed.

As Hollien, the strongest Spiritist on earth, came from the Strauss family, most high-ranking Allendia Spiritists belonged to that family.

If the Atransas family’s strongest swordsman, Magic Swordsman, and mage were all absent, the next in line had a drastically lower authority.

“It’s a little farfetched, but the commanding officer of the Spiritual Unit is probably the highest.”

“I don’t care who it is. Someone has to declare your surrender.”

Ryu Han-bin waved his hand.

“Go find them and bring them here.”

* * *

The fortress’s towers hung the duke’s flag and a white flag.

It was a traditional sign of surrender.

But it wasn’t certain yet that the duke’s troops had surrendered.

Since the strategy of sneaking into and hanging white flags on the castle had been so popular in the past, it was hard to trust the white flag alone in the current Latna.

However, the story would change when an official high-ranking enough to serve as acting commander came forward and declared their intent to surrender, especially when they were on the verge of defeat.

“Duke Atransas’s army, I hereby declare our defeat. Lower your arms and surrender.”

It wasn’t until the light-blue-haired Nymph beauty appeared above the citadel and announced the outcome of the war that the whole battle finally ended.

The woman came down from the fortress and bowed politely to Ryu Han-bin.

“As you commanded, our troops have surrendered.”

Han-bin nodded and spoke with a soft voice.

“Well done.”

Effir also smiled.

“Good job, sister.”

Their relationship was far too friendly for opponents.

She had already been acquainted with them.

Artis looked at the female Nymph and clicked his tongue.

“It’s hard to know that we’re meant to be.”

She was Seira Roel Ciaran, former Lord Raondel’s private Spiritist.

She was also the one who requested Han-bin and his group to kill the Blood Circers in Tyaron, the western gateway city of Allendia.

Ryu Han-bin liked her at that time since she was an extremely good-natured woman.

‘She had a stronger effect because that guy was attached to her side, but still…’

Of course, the guy he was referring to was Prince Raondel.

“You weren’t normal back then, but…”

Seira grinned as she looked back at everyone.

“You’ve changed so much since the last time I saw you.”

Unlike Han-bin’s group, Seira was expecting to meet them someday.

The Holy Punishers’ performance had spread their reputation.

“Did you know I was the heir to the Sword King?”

“How could I not know? The Valtara warrior’s name is Felard Bean.”

Han-bin tilted his head, thinking of Raondel.

“He didn’t know.”

“Prince Raondel won’t bother to remember the name of a non-Fairy being.”

Seira’s expression brightened up without saying anything.

“And this time, I don’t even have to honor them anymore! The Atransas family has fallen!”

Their reputation had dropped down that low.

“Oh, that Raondel, he humiliated me since he was pretending to be a prince while being in such a miserable state.”

She was happy that the Artransas family had been defeated.

“To be honest, I’ve always been envious of you.”

They freely walked around the world, developed their skills, built their reputation, and eventually became renowned heroes throughout the continent.

How could she not be envious of such a situation?

Ryu Han-bin, Artis, and Effir nodded casually.

‘Well, that guy tied her.’

Seira suddenly laughed and asked them a question seriously.

“Well, what would happen to us now?”

No matter how well she knew them personally, she was the Artransas’s Spiritual Unit commander and was one of their captives.

She couldn’t help but worry about her future.

“I ordered to take those we can trust or send them as prisoners…”

Even before Ryu Han-bin’s finished talking, Seira’s eyes shone.

“If you allow me, I will devote myself to the true will of the Goddesses!”

Normally, anyone would’ve doubted such a remark from a defeated opponent.

‘But in this case…’

“We can trust her, can’t we?”

Artis and Effir looked at each other and exchanged their opinions.

Han-bin allowed it with a bright smile.

“I accept your loyalty.”

Seira bowed her head with joy.

“I and 43 Spiritists of Fort Miros’s Spiritual Unit hereby give our allegiance to Lord Felard!”

“No, don’t give it to me. Give it to the Church. Why would you even swear allegiance to me?”