127 – Spirit Realm – (final)

We were robbed of our eyes by the stone statue in front of us, no, the giant.

Before Lin Xia cleared her throat, she just stared at the spirit king.

“… ….”

The Spirit King.

The existence that was only mentioned in the tooltip in Raising the Empress.

Literally the king of spirits. Its power was inevitably strong as it reigned over a huge world called the spirit realm.

According to the setting, it is said that its power is infinitely close to that of a godhead, but upon actually facing it, a shudder flowed through the whole body from the high concentration of mana thickly spread around it, along with an overwhelming sense of intimidation.

“Lincia, then where we are… ….”

“Yes. It seems to have bounced inside the throne.”

At those words, I glanced behind me.

Beyond the hole lined with half-destroyed walls, Flamrus was growling, revealing his teeth.

However, even that Flamrus did not carelessly step inside.

After watching for a while, I naturally understood why the werewolf had stopped pursuing it.

“Is it because it is the residence of the king that I cannot come in?”

This is the inside of the throne. In other words, the place where the spirit king resides.

Even the highest ranking spirits can’t come in without permission.

Even though he was eroded by the power of foreign media, he seemed to know how to make sense.

When she turned around again, Lynthia was fearlessly walking in front of the sitting Spirit King.

“Lyncia, it is dangerous.”

“It’s okay, not yet.”

Lynsia slightly reached out and gently brushed the straight leg of the spirit king.

After removing his hand, Lynxia looked at the soot on his palm and sighed.

“The apostle has yet to completely encroach on the spirit king. If even the spirit king had been corrupted, there would have been no wind spirits who helped us earlier. If so, there is a high probability that Sir Lautrec and Sylphy will still be fine.”

“Definitely.”

“But… ….”

Lin Xia squinted her eyes. The chains connected from the spirit king’s legs, thick black smoke was rising from under his feet.

Same smoke used by Arwen and Atral.

In other words, it was the work of the Apostle of the Abyss.

I received Lyn Xia’s back words after she kept her mouth shut.

“Yes. I don’t think she will last long.”

“There must be a way. A way to save the Spirit King.”

“How about breaking the chains?”

I took out Ernst and gathered mana.

And then, as hard as you can, slam it down vertically.

A twist!

The chain burst with a thick metal sound.

Undoubtedly, Ernst’s power was great. The chain containing the power of a foreign god could be cut more easily than a rope.

But even though the chains were cut off, the spirit king just sat there.

“Isn’t that too bad?”

“Maybe that’s not the problem.”

“The easiest thing is, of course, to defeat the Apostle of the Abyss.”

“Right. But… ….”

I looked back.

Flamrus was glaring at us with his eyes lit. It wasn’t empty words, but the fire was really burning in his eyes.

“Yes. Neither.”

I turned around.

Another method was as Seira said.

“How about killing them?”

A defenseless state.

Even now, weakened by the aid of the Apostle of Abyss, it would have been difficult to defeat.

However, Lin Xia vigorously shook her head.

“No. It’s just the lesser evil.”

“Isn’t that the simplest way?”

“We will prevent the destruction of the spirit realm, but instead, spirits that have lost control will rampage across the continent. It’s not the worst, but it’s equally catastrophic in the end.”

Lyncia bit her lower lip.

And just as the discussion was idling, a surprise appeared.

Dr.

My feet vibrated.

When I hurriedly raised my gaze, the head of the spirit king, who was sitting on the throne, was slightly lowered. Golden eyes were looking straight at us through gaps in the helmet that had not been seen before.

“Lyncia? Isn’t this dangerous?”

“…… Uh huh?”

Soon, the chains that bound the spirit king’s legs began to break one by one.

Last time, the biggest chain wrapped around his waist was cut off, and the Spirit King lifted his huge body.

Then he pulled himself out and stretched out his arm holding his scepter.

“Kuu!”

A sudden attack. Unstoppable.

I hugged Lyncia and rolled on her floor.

The scepter got stuck where we were and the bricks scattered. As if one of the dogs had been lodged in the crown of her head, Lynxia groaned in pain.

“He doesn’t even keep his body and makes a fuss, really.”

“Isn’t it just that we are being too rude?”

“Um.”

Well, what kind of king would want to see the people of another country make a fuss?

Well, whatever the circumstances, the situation suddenly changed.

Now that this has happened, I had no choice but to kill the Spirit King according to Seira’s opinion.

The question is whether I can really kill that gigantic being.

“Well, you have to try.”

I straightened Ernst.

Soon after, the spirit king swung the scepter diagonally.

An attack that flies in the blink of an eye. I managed to get my sword out of the way and react.

Close to close!

“Ugh!”

The feeling that the arm is about to fall off.

I put my shoulder on the blade and gave it strength, and the scepter lost its target and got stuck in the wrong place.

However.

“Freed. Arm…….”

“Yes. It looks broken.”

My arm was dangling from below the elbow.

The arm, which had been wobbly with Denebris’s scales stuck in the shoulder just a moment ago, had lost all feeling.

“…… It’s over.”

Now there is no way to stop it.

I wanted to beat Seira, who just talked nonsense about killing the spirit king.

“How do I catch that monster?”

He grumbled and hugged Lyncia. This is what happened, I was thinking of trusting Seira and running away.

However, the spirit king’s reaction was quite different.

No matter how long I waited, the next attack didn’t come.

“Huh?”

“…… Freed. Spirit King…….”

Suddenly, the Spirit King got down on one knee, lowered his head, and started staring at me.

The first place my gaze was directed was the sword I was holding, Ernst.

In time, his iridescent gaze turned to Lyncia, who was trembling in my arms.

After confirming Lyn Xia’s platinum-colored hair and her jade-green eyes, the Spirit King drove the scepter deep into the ground.

Then he slowly opened his mouth, which seemed unlikely to come off.

[ Baloog. ]

That one word.

As if that was the end, the King of Spirits looked at us with a statue-like posture, motionless.

Lynxia gulped, swallowed her little saliva, and looked at me.

“Freed.”

“Balug…… What is it?”

When I asked, Lyncia’s eyes narrowed.

He was saying that he didn’t know a thing.

“Balug Noctis Airn. The founder of an empire, a demigod. They are also my ancestors.”

“Ah.”

Come to think of it, I think Lautrec might have said that.

It is said that Lincia strongly inherited the blood of the founding emperor.

“But why is the Spirit King?”

“…… Emperor Balug lived in the Age of the Gods. He is known as a hero who drove out evil beings and brought peace to the world.”

Lynsia slowly got off my arm and approached the spirit king.

She tried to restrain herself, but to no avail.

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She reached right up in front of her, and Lin Xia slowly continued her words.

“Above all, he was the first elementalist of his kind.”

“…… No way.”

“Right. The only human who signed a contract with the Spirit King. That is Balug, the founding emperor. I think the spirit king recognized my lineage.”

Lyn Xia approached and stretched out her hand.

Then the spirit king bent down as if meeting an old friend.

Lynsia muttered as she stroked the left wrist of the Spirit King.

“You recognized it even when you were in such a mess, you.”

Staying silent, King Spirit displayed the courtesy of a subject toward Linsia.

“You’ve been waiting all this time. An old friend.”

At Lyn Xia’s question, the spirit king only lowered his head a little more.

As if that was a sufficient answer, Lynxia nodded and continued.

“…… Sorry. I am not a baloog. What you want is difficult.”

[ …… ]

“But I can do something similar.”

Lin Xia winked slightly, and she looked at me.

Then he holds out her hand.

Without thinking, I held her outstretched hand, and Lyncia quickly wrinkled her forehead.

“Not your hands. I want that.”

“…… Huh?”

“Ernst.”

“Why is the black all of a sudden…”

“Ah, just give it to me.”

Her eyes were fierce, so I calmly handed over the sword, and Lyncia took Ernst while whimpering.

She then placed her hand on the hilt, driving her sword into the ground.

“…… That, Lyncia?”

“Don’t tell me. I am busy.”

I said it bluntly, but I kept asking.

“What are you doing now?”

“Ugh.”

Lin Xia sighed deeply, and then she explained briefly.

“It’s a contract.”

“Contract? Who are you talking to?”

“Don’t you know when you see it?”

At Lynchia’s words, I saw the Spirit King.

A body larger than the Denebris I encountered earlier.

It was not seen as a ‘subject of contract’ at all.

Denebris and Flamrus did the same, but the Spirit King added more.

“…… No, that doesn’t make sense.”

“Yes. I can’t. If you’re a normal human, the circuit will burn out the moment you sign a contract.”

With those words, Lyncia held Ernst up high.

“But I am not an ordinary human being. You have the right to inherit from your bloodline. So, okay.”

“… ….”

“As the successor of Eirn, I can.”

With that declaration comes a vibration.

The fog on the ground disappeared as if evaporating, filling the room as if the spirit king’s eyes were pouring out.

Amidst the blindingly bright light, I muttered blankly.

“…… It’s f*cking cool.”

As expected, the main character was the main character.