Al’s true essence.

Convenience aside, they are neither “bullets” nor “sniper bullets”.

He stubbornly refuses to admit it, but it’s close combat through “physical enhancement”. Body art.

The maximum strength of his instantaneous body enhancement is said to be close to that of his father Brian, who is not human. However, it is also said that his father Brian can use Al’s instantaneous maximum strength at all times.

Born in Falconer and raised in the Great Forest. A frontier warrior who slaughters demons.

The history of weapons shows that since the time of direct blows, slashes and stabs flying weapons have been the main weapons. No, rather, there have been flying tools called projectiles since time immemorial.

It is not surprising that even in this world of magic the predominant style is to release powerful magic from a distance rather than to strike directly.

Of course, there is also the fact that the magic required varies according to the situation. For example, escorting indoors or fighting demons outdoors.

In such a situation, the Barony of Falconer called for close combat, slaughtering the demons in close proximity.

Why they came to this conclusion is a mystery, but the fact that only Falconer warriors could enter the depths of the Great Forest, even from southern noble families, is now considered the correct decision by entrusting the Great Forest.

Incidentally, Al is said to be the only one who adamantly denies that this is possible.

****

The enemy is in front of us. In front of the sand wall that had been erected.

And without his own stomach.

Niklas found himself in such a ridiculous situation. And he knew that he himself would die no matter what.

Nothing extraordinary, it was really a simple move.

The wall of sand Niklas had built in front of him.

He went around the side of that wall and hit him.

Al’s move was just that.

The power of his steps and fists was simply extraordinary. The wall was not set up in time to follow the opponent’s movement. On the contrary, he could not even detect the enemy’s initial movement or his appearance itself. It was all Niklas’ bad luck.

After he became aware of his situation, the blood trickled down in a trickle, even after all this time.

Nevertheless, it is a wonder that the sphere of sand that still protects Viscount Magny does not stop moving.

[Let me ask you. Are you the one who harms the child with the rainbow-colored eyes?]

Al asks.

Niklas, whose life is being drained away in the process, does not understand the meaning of the question.

[Cough- cough…. What are you talking about ……?]

[Who harms a child with rainbow-colored eyes?]

The question again.

Niklas’ consciousness is already fading and he cannot answer.

He has no strength. He gets down on both knees. As if he was praying for something.

Gradually, the concentration of mana dissolves. The surrounding sand is reduced to mere mana.

The sphere of sand finally collapses little by little, unable to hold its shape, and from within it, a woman.

She sees the state of Niklas, her escort, and immediately assesses the situation.

[Then I shall ask you. Are you the one who is looking to harm the child with the rainbow-colored eyes?]

Eyes meet Al demon with empty eyes.

Fear filled Magny. However, she had the gall not to show it. And her willpower as an noble.

[Hehehe, I would never harm those children. Those beautiful rainbow eyes are only valuable if I own them. Naturally, the rainbow eyes will be gladly owned by me. Whatever is done to the owner, isn’t it pleasing to you?]

Magny is not saying the wrong thing. She means what she says from the heart. And that’s enough. That’s enough for Al to know that they couldn’t understand each other.

[Oh well. Thank God we’re dealing with rubbish. They’re easy to understand.]

As soon as he finishes saying this, Niklas’ side of his head pops out with a crack, and his kneeling body falls to the side. Thud.

Viscount Magny-Barthe watches the scene with a calm face, regardless of his inner feelings.

[In the meantime, make them pull those who are waiting outside the room, scared out of their wits, because it’s a hassle. And lead me to the girl with the rainbow eyes.]

[… What if I say no? Do you really think you can get away with this to the Viscounts of Barthe for free? If you cry and beg for forgiveness, I could hire you as a new bodyguard.]

She points at Al, tilting her head, and stares at him. Bewitchingly.

Her fingers flicked.

Then, Al steps in slowly, and a very light front kick to the stomach is delivered, causing the body to fold up into a crumpled position, and she crawls to the floor and vomits. Pathetically.

[Gebo! ! Gobo…… did this! Don’t think you’ll get away with this, you little brat!]

[That’s fine. Just guide me now.]

Al stomps on the head of Magny, who is on all fours, emotionlessly on top of her. making Viscount kiss her own vomit.

[Gubu .!]

[Isn’t it the way of the nobility in capital to trample on the powerless? You are weak and powerless, so this is what you deserve, right? Besides, even in a situation like this, not a single person is coming to your rescue. They’re your splendid bodyguards. They know that, don’t they? They know you’ve fallen to the side of being trampled.]

The spectators outside the room did not help Magany. They cannot move.

There are many magicians, but even the non-magicians in the room have figured it out. This thing is impossible. They are put off by the intimidation that Al is deliberately causing.

They cannot know it, but this intimidation is of the same quality as that of the monsters in the Great Forest.

[I repeat. Take me to the child with the rainbow eyes. If you’re going to die anyway, don’t you want it to be easy?]

[….. is …… ah…… ah…… ah]

Magny looks up as her feet move out of the way. As she does, she meets Al’s eyes once more.

She realizes. She becomes aware of her own ‘death’. Her own authority and her own rules do not apply to madman.

And Magany, who was touched by Al’s fury, couldn’t have an easy death.

****

[In the end, you couldn’t help the father and twin sister? ]

‘[ –I was prepared for it, but she was even more piece of scum than I thought.]

After that, Magny stopped moving due to fear. After twisting a few fingers, Al was finally led to the basement, where he saw them.

Many of them were alive. Though they are not dead. They can no longer be saved.

The basement has a large corridor, along which there are rows of luxurious rooms. Each room had no door. Inside these rooms lie the “collections”, whose tendons have been severed and who cannot move freely. They are all dazed and some of them are only breathing due to drugs or some magic.

And then there are those who look after the collections. They, too, are scum. Al also came across them while he was shaking his hips against those who couldn’t move and venting his vile desires.

Hell.

Al has lost many of his friends during the course of the battles in the Great Forest. Some were even taken away by insect pests and turned into live food for the larvae. He has even seen some of them eaten alive in front of his eyes.

Nowadays, the memories of his previous life are like stories written by others. but when Al was still pulled by the memories of his previous life, he strongly believed that the Great Forest was the hell of this world.

It was not.

Hell was in the Royal Capital. And not just one or two. There were many different kinds.

[…Yes..unfortunately… The child with rainbow eyes. The twin sister seems to have had her heart broken too.   I heard that the viscount and her caretakers playfully dismembered her father in front of her. After terrible torture. She was then forced to eat his—dead flesh.]

[…………!!!]

Al knew that there were rotten piece of shit. And now he had to find out more about it. No more righteous indignation. Disappointment. The fact that people like this are left on the loose is frustrating.

[Al-sama. …… Did you?]

[…… yeah. I asked each and every one of them, but most of them did not–give me an answer. The answers that did come back were also …… And some of them had already run out of time. So did the twin sister.

Also, they were practicing the contract magic of external law. It’s the one that says if you leave the room, you won’t be able to breathe. One of the caretakers actually practiced it. To buy himself time to escape.]

Al felt helplessness.

Al could take revenge by killing all those responsible, but he couldn’t help them. The victims.

Al is able to keep his mana calm even when his emotions waver. but when he saw the devastation in the basement, his mana surged wistfully with anger towards the corrupt city aristocracy and his own helplessness.

Killing monsters in the Great Forest doesn’t make Al feel anything. It is already like work. Even those with harmful or hostile intent. He has no hesitation in killing his enemies, whether they are humans or demons. There is no regret.

A stroke of compassion. Mercy. Salvation.

Al ended the lives of those victims who had not yet died…… And those who could not be saved, their lives. There was no hesitation there either, but regret remains.

[Who is the Viscount? She is the current head of the capital’s aristocratic family, and don’t we have a lot to think about?]

[Don’t need it. Wait until the other side makes a move. The Viscounts of Barthe are a powerful family in their own right, but they don’t seem to be able to handle the Knights of the Holy Sepulchre. Let the church take care of the rest.

Although she didn’t reach a tenth of the victims, Viscount Magny Barthe did suffer and die in her own way. A rotten piece of shit who only had a large amount of mana. She cried and begged for her life, but I’ve never heard her beg for her life so heartbreakingly.]

Viscount Magny Barthe.

She not only collected beautiful and rare things, but also had the unforgivable vice of wanting to defile and destroy them with her own hands. In her view, it is not a vice, but a beautiful and precious ritual.

Magny never understood why she had to go through this, why she was given a free pass to hurt others, ad she didn’t understand Al’s anger and its meaning until she said at the end of her life: “If you help me, I will do you a favor.

We are creatures who do not understand each other.

After Al slaughtered all the caretakers, including the viscount, in the cellar, he showed mercy to his victims and set fire to the tree-lined gardens and the mansion. He then left a message to the Church using children’s neighborhoods.

Some of those who were guarding the mansion saw him, but Al did not care.

In fact, the Viscounts of Barthe are busier than retaliating against the attackers, and are busy quickly reconciling their decision within the family against the Order of the Holy Sepulchre.

And one of Al’s suspicions comes true. The Barthe family became sloppy in their management and later it became known that Viscount Barthe had died in a fire accident caused by a misfire.

Although it was an accident, the death of the current head of the family due to a fire, the other families could see through the haphazard way in which they handled the situation. unlike the Courtenay family, could not be expected to reciprocate on this occasion, partly because it had been raided by the Knights of the Holy Temple.

In response to this result, Al divulged that ‘it is only natural that there is a difference between the Count Courtenay, who is the same scum. but was prepared for it. And the Viscount Barthe, who was not.

Al even envisioned a retaliatory battle and was prepared to use the church, the shadow of the royal family and even the Vince family in case of emergency. but it seems that Viscount Barthe could not even get that far.

[How do we tell this to twin brother? He is now with Lady Vera, but his mind was quite weak. And I don’t understand it well, but Lord Vera says she feels some kind of peculiar power in his mana. He says its centrepiece is his rainbow-colored eyes.]

To begin with, Al didn’t even remember the detailed settings, but in the game they were the ones who were portrayed as twins who inherited the power of the sub-fairies. However, there was no explanation of their specific powers and, of course, no such gruesome background. The twin siblings even appeared together properly.

[He’s eight years old, you say …… and still just a child. But we can’t not inform him. He was on the run from his pursuers, and I’m sure he had some idea of what was going on.]

[…. Yes, I do. That’s true, but …… What is it? If it was a report that you died in the Great Forest after an encounter with a monster, I could easily believe it. but how can one do this between humans?]

Colin has no idea what the collection of perverted aristocrats means. I don’t even want to understand.

[Don’t ask me, of course, there may be some clean and honest ones among the capital’s nobility, but the majority of them are not. In other words, that’s common sense here, I suppose.]

Al mutters as if to throw up and slowly gets up from his seat.

I’m going to tell them about the death of the father and sister.

If I don’t tell them now, I won’t be able to tell them anymore. It is true that I felt such a sense of crisis. I don’t want to relive it all over again. Knowing that it was his own selfishness, Al goes to his twin brother, dragging his heavy feet.

****

[Vera. Can I speak to him …. Erald?]

[…… Master Al. Does it have to be now? This child is exhausted both mentally and physically. Even when he sleeps, he’s having nightmares.]

Twin Erald resting in bed. His face is pained to be called a sleeping face. It looks as if he is having a nightmare.

Vera is by his side, gently and lovingly patting his head. She gently stops Al from doing so, as she knows what he is talking about.

However, a small hand that holds Vera’s hand.

Awaken from a dream.

[… Miss Vera. Thank you. But it’s okay. I need to talk.]

Eraldo is awakened. Twin brother with rainbow eyes. Brother right eye. Sister left eye. One on each side.

But now he has both eyes rainbow-colored. As soon as he opens his eyes, a strange warm mana flows around him.

Al and Vera, who were bathed in this mana up close, froze involuntarily.

[ Do you…… perhaps already know……?]

[…… yes. That my sister and father died, right? Because —my sister came to say hello to me after she passed away. That’s when I heard that my father had also died.]

Al and Vera are associated with nobility.

They are fighters who have mastered the power of magic.

They are capable of slaughtering even demons with terrifying powers, not to mention battles between human races.

But here and now, they are under pressure.

From Erald. For the eight-year-old child. By the mana emanating from his eyes.

[I actually wanted to tell you about your father and sister, but can I ask you something the other way around?—-Who the hell are you?]

Not unpleasant. No hostility or harm, calm and warm mana.

But Al is overwhelmed. His voice trembles. He feels differently, but it occurs to him that he hasn’t felt anything like this since he first saw the protagonists.

And Vera, who is at Ellard’s side, feels the same way as Al. Sweat breaks out on their backs. It is not fear, but a feeling of awe at the transcendence of something.

[I don’t know. I have become like this at this moment. Ever since I have felt your presence. And my sister.]

Erald tells the story. He says his sister informed him when he was grieving for his life. And although he could not see her, she had been by his side the whole time.

Just before Al came into the room, he says, he saw that his sister was in his eyes. Her left eye. A rainbow-colored eye. A rush of warm manna.

[This is the power of a fairy. She says it is the power of a thing that serves the Goddess. That’s just what my sister says. ……]

[Fairy power? The things that serve the goddess?]

Eraldo himself does not seem to be sure about this.

And another phenomenon that makes no sense.

His left eye had somehow taken on a brownish color instead of the rainbow color. Probably Eraldo’s original eye.

At the same time, a girl with a face similar to his was standing next to him, also in a short distance.

Al and Vera did not notice the presence at all, but neither did they feel anything unpleasant. And they understood intuitively that she was one of the twins.

A thin, transparent body made of mana. The composition itself resembles that of a dead spirit. But the mana it emits is sacred and solemn. It cannot be an impure existence.

The younger sister stands still and meditates.

She slowly opens her eyes.

Her left eye is iridescent. Then she utters words.

『Apostle Albert. I thank you for bringing out her body and burying it so graciously. And I am sorry to cause you such trouble. But can you do me a favor ……?』

Apart from the tone, the tone and content is clearly not that of an eight-year-old girl who knows nothing. It was something else. Al suspected as much.

And Erald is not surprised by his sister’s appearance or by what she says. He also suspects that it is not just Erald.

Is the term “apostle” related to the goddess ……? Eh, you have made a very direct contact..

Foreign body in the world. The goddess sees the apostle Albert.

 

Al finally meets Goddess of this world.