Episode 428: Those who walk the night (4)
Sinclair.
A model student who boasted the most outstanding talent and grades among the 20th class at Colosseo Academy, excluding Bikir.
In the original history, she disappeared from everyone's eyes after graduating from Colosseo Academy, but then appeared before the eyes of her classmates.
"Stay back!"
Sinclair shouted in a loud voice at Bianca, who was holding Tudor.
at the same time.
Damn it! Wow!
The ground is torn apart on a large scale, and the entire yellow gold vein beneath it is lifted out.
A stratum suddenly broke off and floated into the air.
Countless pieces of gold are melted by a hot magic field and then their form is recreated.
Soon, a huge number of golden hands appeared behind Sinclair's back.
A thousand hands.
Each one shines with a brilliant golden light.
Behind it, a large mana wheel was spinning and emitting a halo.
The hat on Sinclair's head began to exert its power in earnest.
Also known as the 'rich hat', it is a mysterious artifact that increases the amount of mana you have depending on the amount of gold you own.
It was in full effect along with the overwhelming wealth of Sinclair, who became the official head of the bourgeois family.
Sinclair even came out of the abyss with fairly high stats.
Because of this, she was able to double cast large-scale earth attribute magic and gold attribute magic.
Like right now.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!
Countless raining golden fists blocked the Don Quixote family's invincible cavalry for a while.
The horses fell and the knights rolled on the ground.
The siege that had been tightening on all sides suddenly relaxed.
Of course, there was no way Bianca, who had crossed the line of fire countless times, would miss this opportunity.
Pot-
Bianca moved immediately as if she had made an appointment with Sinclair.
She picked up Tudor with a simple movement and soared upright.
As Bianca and Tudor broke through the siege and fell back, Sinclair also flew through the air and covered them behind them.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!
The javelins flying towards Bianca bounce off the golden fist.
Bianca, who had been running in silence, finally turned her head towards Sinclair.
"… … "What about the family name?"
"I left it to Uncle Damian. I don't have any shame in saying this now, but… … "I guess I'm worried about you guys."
Sinclair lowered his head and spoke in a low voice as if he was crawling away.
This was because Sinclair and Bianca were, as the saying goes, 'at odds' with each other.
Sinclair had originally planned to graduate from the Academy with excellent grades, prove his skills, and compete for the position of head of the bourgeois family against his older cousin, Juliet.
However, Juliet died along the way, and as she found herself increasingly attracted to Bikir, her classmate at the same school, she gradually began to wander.
After struggling in her mind for a while, she decided to drop out of Colosseo Academy in order to sort out her worries and make a firm decision about her future.
He also tried to end all relationships with other friends who were causing him to be swayed by personal feelings.
One day, suddenly, without leaving a word, he disappears from everyone and is left behind.
But fate changed.
Sinclair became trapped in the Maw Tree, and in the process, he began to reflect on his inner self.
A battle of slaughter that had to be waged among classmates.
A mission where only one person could survive and go down to the next floor.
In these extreme trials.
'In a situation like this, I think it's right to save the person with the highest chance of survival. The most genius among us is Sinclair. After all, it would be better for you to go.'
'… … joy. You know how you've been really upset with me lately, right? Really reflect on yourself. Where can I find such a good friend?'
My friends supported me and sacrificed themselves for me when I tried to turn my back on them.
He didn't ask or argue anything and just gave me full trust.
After weighing this and that, I felt ashamed of myself for thinking that it would be better to separate myself from my friends.
… … And it was the same for the person Sinclair had in mind.
'Decide for yourself. What to see, what to hear, what to believe.'
Bikir said this before being crushed by the Dragon Demon's fist.
It was the same thing he said when he killed his father, who had become the leader of the devil.
After that, Sinclair, who dropped out of the academy and became the head of a bourgeois family, thought for a long time.
Was this really the life he was pursuing?
Is the current situation what you truly wanted and hoped for?
[It wouldn't be a bad idea to weed out useless relationships at this point. As of this time, all plays have ended.]Father Bartholomew, the one and only family member who wanted to be recognized and loved, had long ago been reduced to the devil's puppet.
By the time I realized that, my goal of becoming the head of a bourgeois family had already lost its meaning.
So what have you believed in and what have you pursued so far?
Also, what should we believe in and what should we pursue in the future?
After thinking for a while, she soon came up with an answer with her clever mind.
And now, Sinclair is standing here to carry out his answer.
"Sorry. I was wrong all this time. Please accept me as your friend again."
Sinclair said as he blocked Don Quixote's invincible cavalry.
A voice that trembles lightly, unlike the solid golden wall.
Her sincere apology also reached Bianca, who was leaving Tudor in the care of Dolores behind the scenes.
"… … ."
Bianca turned her head and looked at Sinclair.
Sinclair is sweating profusely.
Even blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, as if his body was under tremendous strain.
"I can do anything if you guys can forgive me... … ."
But her words did not last until the end.
"Ah-oh! "How can you not forgive in a situation like this!?"
This is because Bianca quickly ran over, grabbed Sinclair by the scruff of his neck, and ran backwards.
… Quack! Kuddeudeudeudeuk-
As Sinclair was caught by Bianca, the golden wall collapsed and the Invincible Cavalry rushed in.
In the first place, just being able to block the charge of those monsters that could tear apart landslides for a few seconds was an incredible achievement.
puff pop-
Several javelins flew at Sinclair, but Bianca dodged them while holding Sinclair around her waist.
The spear flies away, breaking off several strands of Bianca's long hair.
Bianca ran quickly over the protruding rock, avoiding the spear, and spoke to Sinclair, who was around her waist.
"You idiot, we were never friends in the first place."
"Bianca… … ."
Tears formed in Sinclair's eyes.
We have been close friends since we shared a double room since we were freshmen.
However, the two eventually separated from each other at Colosseo Academy.
Hiding one's family origin or trying to cut off all contact after graduating from school would have been a great betrayal and immorality for the young girls.
But isn't this a situation where we have to embrace a much bigger cause than that?
Sigh!
The two female tycoons held hands.
The hands that held each other again were interlocked much more tightly than the first time.
"Sorry for coming late."
"… … ."
"I'm sorry for dropping out of the academy without saying anything."
"… … ."
"I'm sorry for deliberately ignoring your greetings and conversations in an attempt to get away from you."
"… … ."
"I'm sorry for hiding my bourgeois background."
"… … ."
"In the Maw Tree again… … ."
"Oh, kinda! Because I understand, it's all done! "I can't even answer because I'm out of breath!"
Bianca screamed, forgetting that her arrogant expression was falling.
Both Sinclair and Bianca had tears and snot running down their faces.
Right then.
The Invincible Cavalry that had come right behind Bianca and Sinclair faltered.
"You bastards! "How dare you my friend!"
"I can't forgive!"
"I'll pay you back double!"
Sancho, Piggy, and Tudor, who had fully recovered after receiving treatment from Dolores, joined them.
"Bianca!"
"Tudor!"
Tudor and Bianca jumped up holding each other's hands, and soon each delivered a fierce counterattack to the knights who were chasing each other.
"Hey, is the night tycoon here?"
"Wouldn't it be better to be the golden king of the night than the tycoon of the night?"
When Sancho and Piggy naturally smile at Sinclair, whom they haven't seen in a long time, Sinclair also smiles brightly with tears of relief.
After all, it's safe and enjoyable to be together. That's what motivation is.
"… … "It's a pity that one person is missing."
Everyone flinched at the words Piggy muttered to himself without realizing it.
But it's only for a moment.
"don't worry. "That guy will definitely come back."
"He's someone I can't imagine dying."
"… … "I guess so too, right?"
"Maybe he's healthier than us."
"I will definitely save my brother."
Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, Bianca, and Sinclair turned their heads with determined expressions.
And in front of them stood Dolores, a more reliable senior and helper than anyone else.
"Ready! "The prayer is complete!"
Dolores put her hands together and began to emit divine power.
Paat-
Pure white flames began to spread out in a dome shape.
When they were touched by Dolores' divine power, the knights of the Don Quixote family began to flinch all at once.
The cloudiness in my eyes went away and my movements became noticeably slower.
"it's okay! "It works!"
Tudor shouted without realizing it.
However, Dolores' complexion was not very bright.
"Wrong. The brainwashing is too strong. "It's clear that a devil of the Tensangshi level used his power."
And the culprit of the battlefield, the being who received that power and indirectly controlled the knights, was in front of Dolores.
"Hahahaha! "As long as I am, His influence remains strong!"
Pedro. He was spewing out magical energy and running towards Dolores.
As Pedro got closer, the eyes of the knights around him became cloudy again and their behavior also became more alert.
In the end, Dolores bit her lip and took out her secret weapon.
"… … "I can't help it."
I didn't want to use this method.
Dolores put her hands together and began to pray.
… Faaah!
Bright light swirls around her again.
A warmth like warm sunlight was bringing a warm breeze to the battlefield.
Pedro sneered at Dolores.
"Prayers and sacred incantations are laughable! No matter how much you shine on something like light, it only feels warm... … ."
however. He couldn't finish his sentence.
It was because of a large shadow that suddenly appeared on his face.
"… … uh?"
Pedro's expression became blank for a moment.
It was because Dolores, who was praying, suddenly pulled out an object from behind her.
Mace. A large, beautiful, and powerful piece of iron.
Nabokov I's favorite disease, which was closer to physical power than divine power, was right there.