Chapter 109
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 109
Chapter Title: Failure Means Rebellion, Success Means Revolution, But Success Followed by Ruin... (1)
KABOOM!
“Arghhh!”
“B-block it!”
The capital of the Pacific Kingdom, Lurel.
At its very heart stood the royal castle.
The place that should have been the safest of all was suddenly filled with the clamor of battle.
Clang! Claaang!
Weapons clashed.
KABOOM!
Whoosh!
Magic spells flew through the air.
“Gahhhh!”
“Urk!”
Screams echoed everywhere.
Was it some invading army?
No, if another nation had marched in, the kingdom was at peace—there was no way this noise would be confined to the castle alone.
Right. It was a rebellion.
Someone had raised arms against the current king and launched a coup.
So, who was behind this coup...
“Siglion... What in the world do you think you're doing?!”
Siglion Pacific.
The third prince of the Pacific Kingdom—and one born with the power of a hero.
In other words, he was the younger brother of the first prince... Mir Pacific, who now lay sprawled on the floor, one arm severed and blood dripping steadily from the stump.
Well, they had different mothers, of course.
The room they were in was the crown prince's chambers, second only to the throne room and the king's bedchamber in splendor.
The quarters of the heir to the throne.
But now, it had been transformed into a gruesome bloodbath.
“What am I doing?”
Siglion stood before the fallen Mir Pacific.
The blade he held was drenched in fresh, bright red blood.
It was undoubtedly the same blood pouring from his brother's severed arm.
Slash!
As if annoyed by the dripping blood, he swung his sword sharply to shake it off.
Then, he locked eyes with Mir, who clutched his bleeding shoulder and glared up at him.
The two stared at each other for a moment.
Then.
“Kuhahaha! You think you can shove me aside just because you were born first, you so-called hero? I've wanted to fucking kill you like this for ages!!”
“Arghhhh!!”
Siglion let out a mad cackle as he charged, thrusting his sword straight at him.
Crunch!
Having pierced his brother's throat, Siglion exhaled in satisfaction with a grin.
“Haaah~ Feels fucking great.”
As if his work here was done, he left the blood-soaked crown prince's chambers and strolled leisurely down the castle corridors.
Step... Step─
“Arghhhh!”
“Kyahaha! Die! Die!”
“S-spare me!!”
“They're too strong!”
“Kuhahaha! Croak, you worthless shits!”
“You should've accepted His Greatness's power!”
As he walked, he heard members of the Immortal Society slaughtering the nobles, knights, and soldiers who had been staying in the castle—anyone who got in their way.
Those who had been offered entry into the Immortal Society but refused.
Those who had mocked them as insane.
Those who didn't even know what the Immortal Society was but fought back anyway since they were attacking the castle.
All of them were torn apart by the half-human, half-demonic fiends enthralled by the devil's power.
Not just ordinary soldiers—even well-trained knights.
And nobles with the power of heroes.
No one could stop them.
Those who had accepted the devil's power were simply too strong.
An ordinary human who took in the devil's power became as strong as a hero.
One with a hero's power became as strong as a true hero.
A true hero...
'This overflowing power...! I really feel like a devil now. I could take on three or four heroes easy!'
Power rivaling a mid-tier devil—or at least equivalent.
An absolute might that no human could resist.
“This kingdom is mine now.”
All that remained was the current king—his father, Orlando Pacific—seated upon the throne.
Once he killed him or forced him to abdicate, the power and authority would all be his.
Siglion's.
But Siglion had no intention of stopping there.
'I can't be satisfied with a puny, pathetic little country like Pacific. Not when I've gained power like this!'
He planned to go beyond a minor nation like Pacific and aim higher.
'Sweep through the lower kingdoms, devour the Empire, the Alliance, the Magic Republic—everything.'
He was certain he could do it.
With the devil's power making him this strong, there was no doubt.
Step─
Lost in such thoughts, he soon arrived before the throne room.
“......”
Creeeak...
He pushed open the massive doors and stepped inside. There sat his father, King Orlando Pacific of this nation, upon the throne.
Standing guard before him was the royal protector knight, Gid Pesh, sword at the ready.
“Gid...”
Siglion scowled at the sight.
Gid Pesh.
One of the three heroes of Pacific, alongside Siglion and Lynn.
Considered the most skilled among them, he was a hero whom the king had recognized and kept as his closest retainer despite his status.
In other words, Gid had originally been stronger than Siglion.
And Siglion had never liked that.
'But whatever...'
It didn't matter anymore.
Not now that he was clearly stronger.
“Prince Siglion. Withdraw with those rioters at once.”
Gid raised his beloved demonic sword 'Red Wyvern,' its red blade glowing as he issued the warning.
But Siglion felt no fear.
He just looked pathetic.
“Heh, you think that can stop me?”
Grinning, he coated his sword in thick black demonic energy.
“...Your Highness, don't tell me...”
Gid's expression hardened instantly.
Having faced actual devils before, he recognized it right away.
The devil possessing Siglion.
“So that's why you're doing this...”
Then, cutting through Gid's words came an old man's bellow from behind.
“Y-you insolent bastard!! Have you forgotten the grace we showed raising you and dare pull this shit?!”
It was Orlando Pacific.
Veins bulging in his neck, his face flushed red as he roared in fury.
Seeing this, Siglion.
“Shut up and get down here.”
With those words, he leaped straight toward the throne.
“Hup...!!”
Claaang~!
Siglion swung his sword as he charged the throne.
Gid stepped in to block him.
Red flames surged from Red Wyvern, intertwining with the black demonic energy pouring from Siglion's blade, spreading outward in all directions.
“Nngh...!”
The moment they clashed, Gid grimaced and let out a pained groan.
He was the one hurt by the impact.
“W-where did you get such power...”
Orlando Pacific, watching from behind, looked bewildered.
The Siglion he knew couldn't have pushed Gid back in a single exchange.
He'd assumed Siglion would lose handily, of course.
The king hadn't made Gid—a hero he disliked—his protector for nothing.
Yet Gid had grimaced in pain after just one clash.
'Incredible power... and that demonic energy...'
His physical stats were one thing, but the black demonic energy stabbed at his body like needles, bringing excruciating pain.
A horrific force seemingly designed to torment foes.
It sapped his strength.
He'd felt something similar fighting a fully manifested lesser devil before.
But back then, it was just like pinpricks.
'Now it's like being stabbed over and over with knives.'
No external wounds, no blood.
But his entire body felt shredded by blades.
“Kuhahaha! Die!”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As Gid faltered, Siglion unleashed a torrent of attacks.
Gid could only defend desperately.
Each strike landed with such force that instead of the clang of metal, thunderous explosions rang out.
“Urgh... Fire Breath!”
Finally getting a breather as the assault paused, Gid activated the spell engraved in his demonic sword Red Wyvern: Fire Breath.
It wasn't as devastating as a real dragon's breath, of course.
But true to its name, it rivaled the flames of an A-rank monster wyvern—a formidable fire attack.
Fueled by Gid's overflowing hero mana, an even stronger Fire Breath than usual engulfed Siglion.
Roarrr!!
Scarlet flames blazed to incinerate the enemy without a trace.
And within those flames, Siglion's body began to crumble...
“Kyahaha!”
...or not.
He charged straight at Gid, wreathed in fire.
“Fuck, it's hot! Fucking scorching!”
Crunch!
“Guhk?!”
Hidden by the flames and smoke, Siglion's strike caught Gid off guard.
The blade sliced deep into Gid's shoulder.
Then, dark red flames—demonic energy fused with Fire Breath—cauterized the wound.
“Gahhhh!”
As the injury burned, the stabbing pain overwhelmed him.
Not a drop of blood spilled, but his pierced lung and heart burned away.
Gid died on the spot.
Thud─
The Pacific Kingdom's greatest warrior fell so pointlessly.
Siglion approached Orlando Pacific, who trembled on the throne, watching it all.
“Ah, fuck, you're annoying.”
Shh─
He shook himself once, as if brushing off dirt.
The red flames raging to consume everything snuffed out instantly.
The black aura had repelled the fire—it seemed he'd been cloaked in demonic energy from the start, preventing burns.
His body was unscathed, without a single scorch mark.
“Heh, as expected of a hero. It was pretty hot.”
Chuckling, Siglion advanced on Orlando Pacific.
To kill the king—his father—and claim the throne of Pacific for himself.
“W-wait... just a moment!!”
Orlando blurted desperately.
“Arghhhh! I'm your father! Please, spare me!”
But such pleas wouldn't sway Siglion now.
He raised his sword without stopping.
Then.
“...?”
Sensing something off, Siglion halted and examined the man on the throne more closely.
“...What the hell? It's a fake?”
He realized it then.
This was a Shadow Warrior, its appearance forcibly altered by magic.
“Uh, uh... then will you spare m—”
“Fucking disgusting?”
Crunch!
Irritated, Siglion decapitated the Shadow Warrior and kicked the body aside.
Finally, he sat upon the throne, gazing down.
Only Gid and the Shadow Warrior's corpses remained.
Still, he felt good.
'Too bad I couldn't kill Father myself... but that old bastard couldn't do shit even if he escaped.'
A bit disappointing, sure.
But he'd usurped the throne all the same.
Siglion was satisfied.
“Hahaha! I'm the king now! Kyahaha!”