Chapter 92: 92: Byron’s death

"Oi, are you serious? You plan to use that much force right of the bat? You realize that if you lose control, you might kill everyone here, right?"

 

"Just trust me. Now, Howl, Zeshia!"

I made a vertical slash. In the next moment a powerful energy wave split the ground. Not only that, it literally cut through the arena seats all the way to the other side. I specifically forced the wave to follow the direction were Byron's seat was. And lucky for me… no casualties. But the damage done was really huge. Given more force, I probably can blow off a mountain top.

"Dangerous…"

"So strong…"

"That deadly aura…. That black pitch emitting from the sword… it's just like in text books…"

"There's no doubt… that really is Demon Sword Zeshia…."

The audience slowly started accepting that this was the real deal. I was the real deal. You guys will have no choice but to accept me as the Maou.

"No…. This can't be… a lowly cur like you can't possibly be entitled to become the Maou…. This isn't right….. you… you are nothing more than a mere…. A mere foot soldier….."

"That's actually a compliment, you know? Soldiers are the ones that win the fights at the end of the day. I'll ask this again. Are you ready to bow before me?"

"N… never!! I will never accept you!!"

"Hey, Yurishia, this guy is getting on my nerves. He's rotten to the core. Talking to him is useless. Let's kill him already."

 

I couldn't agree more. This guy already made himself look like a fool. He just said that if the Maou would surface he would accept him no matter who he was. And now he's screaming that he won't accept me. Regardless, the despair in his eyes gives me great joy. How does it feel, when everything you worked so hard for crumbles?

But Zeshia was right. This freak show should end. I took a step forward.

"Don't think you can beat me! This isn't 10 years ago!"

He drew a large magic formation. He was preparing the crimson flames of Gibzel. Concentrated flames with the power of laser beam, that specializes in defense penetration. The size of it is also impressive.

"Take this! [Gibzel]!"

Such a fool. I casually swing Zeshia down and split his attack in two. I didn't even break a sweat. Are you really an idiot? What part of "it can cut through anything" did he not understand?

"No… I refuse to fall here!!"

He dropped his staff and brought his hands together. A small black sphere was forming in his hands. Wait… don't tell me that's…

"[Gravity Nebula]!"

Fuck! This guy… does he really think he can control that? Does he want to kill everyone? Gravity Nebula is a powerful dark magic. A sphere will instantly suck everyone near it like a black hole. And judging by the size, it's strong enough to pull everyone here inside. I immediately thrust Zeshia in the ground to prevent it from sucking me.

The audience seats were also a mess. They were holding on for dear life. Leona looked like the only one that can stand straight. This guy is pissing me off.

"Shizu! Take care of this!"

"Understood!"

Shizu immediately placed her hands on the ground. The moon stone on her head shined brightly. A giant circular rock wall was immediately build. This gave all the spectators cover. She also managed to protect the Black Dragon Squad members that entered the arena. As for me… I wrapped myself with crimson flames and started walking towards the sphere.

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"What the… you're walking towards it instead of being pulled? What kind of a monster are you!?"

"I'm a monster you created. Aren't you proud of me?"

When I got near the sphere I pierced it with Zeshia. It went all the way through it disabling it completely and piercing Byron's chest at the same time.

"Guaaah!!"

He violently coughed blood.

"You… you won't get away with this… the royals will…"

"The royals will do nothing as long as I hold the title of Maou. As for you… give my regards to Volmund in hell."

I swung my sword around at fast speed, ripping his body apart and scattering blood everywhere. It was over. My 2nd target for revenge has finally been dealt with. Only Liliana was left now. Shizu lowered the rock walls meant for protection after that. The audience was staring at the scene with mixed emotions.

"No… way. She actually killed him."

"Bullshit. This must be a hallucination."

"But that sword really is Zeshia."

Remarks like this were mixed with other voices.

"Yurishia's era has come."

"Yurishia's legend is now born."

Regardless of their emotions, my slaves approached and also bowed before me. Leona also took a leap from the teacher's seats and made a large bow. Many of the white uniforms also lowered their head.

The principal was the one that surprised me the most. He's also a noble. I can tell that. But he raised his voice towards everyone.

"What are you guys doing? Even if it pains me to admit it, the proof shown here today can't be a lie. We are all in the presence of the Maou. Lower your heads this instant!"

It was hard for the nobles to kneel before a commoner.

"Why aren't you kneeling? Are you going to commit treason? Hurry up!"

"No… it's just… everything that was taught to us up to now…."

"Yeah… having to suddenly believe this just because someone told us it's a lie… we do respect the Warlord but…"

"Your feelings are irrelevant. She wields Zeshia. There is no greater proof than that. We have to get used to the idea that nobles aren't special. If Her Highness Yurishia believes that all should be equal under her rule… then that's what we have to do."

The students were puzzled. Yet they can't deny what the principal said. I'm even surprised myself. Don't think I'll let my guard down, though. Just cause you are trying to act in my favor, doesn't mean you earned my trust. Not in the slightest. It just made you stand out.

The nobles can't argue anymore at this point. They slowly all knelt in place with their faces stained with humiliation and their bodies shacking.

"You realize this won't end like this, right? For all we know, this town might be the only one that will support you. The factions might still find an excuse to deny you the Maou Crest. Heck, assassin's might also be planning how to take you down right now."

 

I already am aware of that. Then again, for now my only option is to keep doing things my way until they make a move. They turned society into one that values bloodlines and lineage, giving special privileges to those born in it. However the humiliation and anguish they are feeling is their own fault. I don't care if I'm turning everything upside down.

Well, I guess I better start holding a speech. Lots of things need to change around here. I don't know if my words will reach them, but I have to say it. Here goes nothing.

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