The Death of The Weakest Knight

Chapter 7 The Death of The Weakest Knight

'The death of the Weakest Knight.'

I thought it could be an interesting title for anyone who wants to make some news about my death.

The question is: How the Weakest Knight dies, though?

Are The Weakest Knight die because of the burns on his body and his broken lungs?

Or he dies because he is stomped by three giant statues surrounding him?

It sounds silly, but at this rate, I even can't think straight.

The frailness of my body and the dizziness in my head makes it worse.

I guess the time finally comes when the three giant statues finally stop their step and activate their magic spell.

Green, blue, and red magic lines emerged, forming one magic formation that circled around me.

Are they want to cast all their magic spell at once to destroy me?

If that's true, that would be overkill.

Regardless, I'm glad it would be quick death without slow and constant suffering.

A few moments later, I waited for the deadly spells.

But, again, there is no magic spell coming up to me.

The magic formation's red, blue, and green lights combined make it gray light.

Is this the magic formation sign of the ultimate magic spell?

No, I was wrong.

There is no, even a bit, elemental spells that will come from this magic formation.

Suddenly, the murderous intent penetrates my heart, forcing it roughly that almost makes it stop in a second.

While holding my painful chest, I realized the killer aura came from 'something' previously inside the chained coffin in the north end.

It has arrived in front of me.

It is not a human, obviously.

It is a human skeleton covered in a black hooded cloak, almost three times taller than an average human.

The skull looks at me with four eyes of a different colors: green, yellow, blue, and red.

There is an empty eye hole in its forehead between those four eyes.

"FINALLY… YOU'RE THE FIRST HUMAN WHO HAS FINISHED ALL TRIALS IN THIS TRAP ROOM."

The harsh voice of the skull shakes my body for a second.

The black cloak of the skull flared up like a black fire guarding him.

"IT IS INTERESTING TO SEE THAT THE PATHETIC HUMAN STILL SURVIVED. WHAT KIND OF LUCK DO YOU HAVE, HUMAN?"

Luck?

If I am lucky, I may not still be here in the first place.

Perhaps, if I'm the super lucky person in the world, I'm not slaving my life in this deadly job.

I really don't know how to answer this.

Then, the skull chuckled.

It seems he understands my confusion.

"THE NAÏVE HUMAN WHO SAVES HIS PARTNERS BUT GETS LEFT BEHIND WITH SEVERE INJURY AND A LIFE-DEATH SITUATION. ARE YOU SPENDING AWAY YOUR LUCK JUST FOR THAT?"

As I said, luck is not my prodigy.

Perhaps it's the pure naiveness that makes me risk my life.

It's my mistake to make myself become this fucked up.

The skull shows his left palm bone, then imbued it with black fire.

It was my first time seeing a monster using a black fire spell, and even from a glance, I knew the black fire could destroy me into ashes in a second, including this secret room.

"NO ANSWER, EH? HOW BORING OF YOU, HUMAN…! LOOK AT YOU! CRIPLED AND BURNED LIKE A ZOMBIE! DO YOU NEED A LITTLE 'PUSH' FROM MY PALM?"

The skull once again chuckled terrifyingly.

'I'm petrified because I'm dying in here.'

I said it without a voice.

These damn injuries almost made my voice and consciousness gone entirely.

"COME ON, HUMAN! SHOW YOUR PRODIGY! I CAN FEEL IT THE TIME YOU READ THE WALL SCULPTURE!"

The skull becomes more provocative.

This was the first time I had seen a talkative monster who spoke like a noisy human.

Is he a monster or a joker?

"IF YOU STILL CHOOSE TO BE SILENT, THEN LET ME MAKE IT LESS COMPLICATED, HUMAN! BETWEEN QUICK DEATH OR MOUNTAINOUS DIAMONDS! WHICH ONE DO YOU WANT?! I CAN GUARANTEE WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE!"

This Joker getting on my nerve.

My right palm crawls onto the floor, then I grasp the nearest rock.

It's just a weak throw, but I feel my tendon is ripped for throwing the rock to the Joker's face.

The Joker suddenly stopped his chuckling and stared at me emotionless.

"Challenge me, Mortals…."

I said the last word of the wall's sculpture.

"… isn't that what you want?"

I coughed painfully because exhausted.

Maybe it's my time to die because of my severe injury before this Joker ends me with its black fire.

Surprisingly, the Joker laughed loudly, making the giant statues and the entire secret room's floor and ceiling rumble.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

Geez, these annoying laughs almost make my ears bleed.

"YES! THAT'S IT! THAT'S THE PRODIGY I AM WAITING FOR, HUMAN! YET, DESPITE THE FACT THAT YOU ARE IN A DIRE SITUATION, YOU STILL CHOOSE TO FIGHT!"

To be honest, I'm not sure fighting in this dying condition is wise.

In the end, I just followed the sculpture's message.

A few seconds later, the skull stopped its laugh and extinguished the black fire in its left palm.

Then, the skull lifts my left wrist, grasping my cracked Knight bracelet.

"It's time for a crucial decision then. Stay alive as pitiful and disabled Knight…."

The skull stretches out his right palm.

"…or continue your hellish life as a Magician. Which one do you choose, human?"

It is strange when I hear his softened voice, even though his stare is still as pressuring as before.

Regardless, I'm drowned in deep thoughtfulness because of his question.

What does he mean by 'Magician'?

Will he save and keep me alive if I choose 'Knight'?

What kind of Monster save human and ask me to choose something absurd like this?

God, my head feels cracked because of this complexity.

Besides Knight and Magician options, one thing that captivated me was the 'hellish life' of a Magician.

I don't know what exactly he means by that.

If he really wants to give me a second chance to stay alive, my heart leans into the hellish life of a Magician.

Why am I not choosing Knight?

Isn't that a safe decision?

Yes, of course, it is safe.

But I know the Weakest Knight's life will continue, and at this rate, it's hard for me to repeat that kind of life.

On the other side, death is far closer if I choose the hellish life of the Magician.

Whatever my decision is, there is no turning back now.

In the middle of contemplating, my eyes become heavier to stay focused.

The skull in front of me gets blurry in my view.

My head bowed because my frail body forced me to surrender.

I have no time to think it through.

I force my remaining energy to lift my right palm, then grasp the skull's right palm.

It is just a glance, but I can see the grinned smile on the skull.

Is this decision offer a joke?

I don't know. I have no power left to think this through.

"AFTER CHAINED THOUSAND YEARS IN THIS PRISON, NOW ITS TIME FOR ME TO ARISE…."

A sudden vibrant skull's voice somehow makes me confused again.

The skull tightens his left palm grasp, so my Knight Bracelet is easily busted into pieces.

Then, he placed his right palm on my head.

"THOSE DAMNED MONSTERS WILL PAY FOR THEIR BETRAYAL! WE WILL MAKE THEM SUFFER SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH!"

As the skull shouted, the gray light emerged from the magic formation that circled around me.

Despite my blurry sight, the gray line of magic crawls quickly into both my legs, then spreads to all parts of my body.

This gray light of magic is oddly spread warm to my entire body.

The numbness on my right leg disappeared, along with the melting ice cube chaining my right leg.

A few moments passed; my weak heartbeat became relieved.

I feel my overall condition has improved, but I can't hold the drowsiness that is suddenly filling my mind.

Before I close my eyes and fall unconscious, the skull glares at me intensely.

"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, HUMAN?"

It was hard for me to answer because my voice became so low.

I spelled my name as far as I could.

'Rez….van….'

The skull's slight nod indicates he can hear it, even though I don't understand how he can do that.

"I AM AMDARAIS, THE SUPREME MAGICIAN, FEARED BY ALL MONSTERS AND HEAVEN KNIGHTS, THE BEST AMONG ALL OF THEM."

The skull introduces himself proudly.

It's strange when I see Amdarais's body become slowly transparent.

Is it because my vision has become messy?

Not only that, but the gray line of magic carved in my body also becomes thinner and feels like it was absorbed into my body.

All the grey light magic formation is gone, along with the collapse of the three giant statues around me.

"YOUR HELLISH JOURNEY WILL START SOON. EMBRACE YOURSELF AS A MAGICIAN, REZVAN. DON'T YOU EVER DARE TO TURN BACK."

Amdarais has gone from my sight like an extinguished fire after his last menacing speech.

Then, I close my eyes in solitude.

I don't know if this is a real or absurd illusion before my death.

As the darkness comes, the 'Weakest Knight' is dead.