Chapter 51
Chapter 51
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: Wind Valley Island
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One of the Five Great Families, the island where August resided.
Wind Valley Island.
It was one of the larger islands in the 6th Hierarchy.
What they prided themselves on was their wealth.
Using that fortune as a foundation, August had even built structures on the island.
Thanks to that, Wind Valley Island was called an impregnable fortress.
With the ten million-strong army August boasted of and knights swarming everywhere.
No one dared set foot on the island.
Inside one of the buildings on such an island.
Baria Graiza, sitting in one corner of the room, let out a short sigh.
'How many days has it been since I was captured here.'
The Golden Generation, who had recently begun making a real name for themselves.
The problem was that the other families had also started taking notice of this Golden Generation.
As a result, they began viewing the Golden Generation as thorns in their side.
'Among them, August was the most heated.'
The ringleader leading the Golden Generation was none other than August's youngest, Penbola.
So, they had stepped up in earnest to dismantle the Golden Generation.
And right on cue, Baria, who had split off from Havel to move separately, caught their eye.
August was well aware that Baria belonged to the Golden Generation.
Thus, the knight orders under August swiftly ambushed Baria's group.
'August won't actually harm me.'
Baria was a direct descendant of one of the Five Great Families.
No matter how much of an eyesore the Golden Generation seemed.
They couldn't touch a member of another Great Family.
So, the reason August captured Baria's group wasn't to harm them.
It was to summon Penbola.
By now, August would have informed Penbola as well.
But Baria had a few other issues.
'Starting with that guy.'
Baria raised his head.
Moebius, who had spent most of his time here with his eyes closed.
Moebius was a powerhouse acknowledged even by Havel.
Baria couldn't gauge his exact level, but he was no ordinary man.
From the fact that such a man hadn't resisted August and allowed himself to be captured.
To keeping his eyes closed the whole time—it all felt off.
As if he were searching for something.
In contrast, the spear wielder and the priest Edler remained calm.
The spear wielder seemed to trust Moebius.
As for Edler, being a priest gave him something to rely on.
'Climbers have an unwritten rule not to touch priests.'
Moreover, this incident involved the Five Great Families.
There was no way the Five Great Families would tarnish their honor by touching a priest.
'But the real problem is...'
The other one who wasn't here.
A man fiercer than a storm.
Havel Banpellyon.
Baria's expression grew complicated every time he thought of him.
By now, Havel would have heard the news too.
Baria worried about what he might do.
'Surprisingly, he might not care and leave it to Penbola.'
This incident was ultimately a Golden Generation matter.
Havel had no need to step in.
So, Baria prayed the matter would resolve peacefully.
If the Five Great Families got involved, it would blow up big time.
"Found it."
At that moment, Moebius finally opened his closed eyes.
As Baria looked at him questioningly.
"Took quite a while."
The spear wielder had already risen from his seat unnoticed.
"Where are our weapons?"
"I've located them. Head that way."
Baria glanced back and forth between the two.
An unusual tension hung in the air.
Baria didn't know what abilities Moebius possessed.
He only wielded spectral arts that manipulated bones.
He couldn't gauge their power.
But if Moebius wasn't intimidated even by the Five Great Families.
There might have been a reason he surrendered so easily.
"Planning to move?"
So Baria asked Moebius.
If he moved, Baria would be in a tough spot.
He'd have to decide whether to follow or stay.
"Yes. I'm going to find August's key."
Moebius answered without hiding much.
He figured they were in the same boat now, bound by fate.
"The key?"
Baria showed surprise.
So that's why he'd kept his eyes closed—searching for the key.
Considering the building's size, it must have been quite the ordeal.
His sensory abilities were better than expected.
"But knowing the location doesn't make it easy."
The opponent was August.
Famous for having as many soldiers as their wealth.
Breaking through August to steal the key wouldn't be simple.
"No need to worry."
As Moebius said that and raised his hand, the floor creaked and vibrated.
And the vibration gradually grew stronger.
"If I shake things up so much that August can't even think about the key, that's all it takes."
In that instant, Baria glimpsed something of Havel in Moebius.
The leisure of the strong and their willful actions.
That's what shone from Moebius.
Baria's face hardened.
This guy, held back only by Havel.
He might be more reckless than he seemed.
Bam!
At that moment, a harsh whoosh echoed from outside the room.
Amid the clamor of voices, the spear wielder approached the door.
He then kicked it open.
"Wha?!"
A soldier startled by the commotion turned in surprise as the door flew open.
But the spear wielder's hand was faster than his turn.
The outstretched hand gripped his neck and snapped it with a crack.
The soldier rolled his eyes back and fainted on the spot.
"Let's go."
The spear wielder pointed outside, and Moebius moved.
No fear of August showed on his face.
Baria understood why Moebius had surrendered so readily.
He had the confidence to infiltrate August alone.
Steal the key, and walk out on his own two feet.
He'd been captured with this purpose from the start.
"Haha, no holding back, huh."
Meanwhile, Priest Edler also rose and followed.
He had been following only Havel until now.
The leader Havel assigned to this team was Moebius.
So this time, he actively joined Moebius's plan.
"Damn it."
Baria swallowed a sigh inwardly and stepped forward.
Even if it meant making enemies of August.
It was better than turning Havel against him.
He'd prefer this kind of action from him anyway.
'The deed is done.'
The only way now was to ensure success.
Outside August's building.
Chaos erupted at the sudden appearance of a massive bone calamity beast.
A skeletal monster reminiscent of a dozens-of-meters-long lizard.
It rampaged into August's building.
"Block it!"
"Don't let it damage the building!"
Soldiers and knights rushed out in a frenzy.
And one person watched the battle from afar.
A man with ash-gray hair and a masculine face.
With a sturdy build, he slowly stroked his square jaw.
The third direct descendant of August.
Dablan August.
"That doesn't look like a calamity beast."
An artificial creation made by someone.
Feeling that strongly, he showed displeasure.
Who dared send such a thing to August's island without fear.
One person immediately came to mind.
August family's youngest, the brother always causing trouble: Penbola.
Thinking of him, Dablan scowled.
Sure enough, his brother had stirred up trouble again.
Chasing some nonsense dream called the Golden Generation.
'Kicked out of the family, and now he's up to no good.'
With an irritated expression, he started down the corridor.
If that calamity beast was the Golden Generation's doing.
He thought he'd have to give them a proper thrashing.
As he walked the corridor.
Dablan suddenly whipped his head around.
Direct descendants of August had sharp instincts since ancient times.
Something tugged at his senses.
Turning, he saw his office.
A room secured with defenses, holding various important items.
'What is it.'
Eyeing it suspiciously, he stood before the door.
His instincts screamed to open it immediately.
He pulled out the key and inserted it into the lock.
Just as he turned it with a click to open the door.
"Lord Dablan! Message from Lord Penbola!"
His direct subordinate came running, shouting.
Hearing that, Dablan pulled his hand from the door.
"From Penbola?"
"Yes. He's coming right away. Please wait a bit."
"He sure cherishes his subordinates."
"And one more thing he asked to pass on."
Dablan looked at the subordinate as if to say go on.
"Not sure exactly, but don't touch the white-haired man with the lion emblem on his cloak named Havel."
"Havel?"
Dablan showed puzzlement.
Then reacted as if something clicked.
"Banpellyon, was it."
"Yes, that's right."
Dablan slowly stroked his jaw.
He remembered the recent stories about Banpellyon.
Havel was definitely Banpellyon's mercenary.
"Hmm, so he's got some scheme."
His cunning brother wouldn't come without a plan.
"Keep an eye on this Havel."
"Understood. We'll handle the outside once it's cleared."
"Right. And adjutant."
"Yes."
Dablan's voice lowered quietly.
"We need to catch some rats."
With that, he flung open his office door.
The open window revealed a figure.
Outside the window, a man riding a bird with bone wings.
In his hand was the key box August kept for the islands.
Moebius.
None other than the Golden Generation member captured with Graiza's direct descendant.
In that instant, ash scattered through the office.
Dablan had launched his attack.
Moebius soared up immediately, and the ash pursued him.
Whoosh!
Dablan leaped toward the window amid the swirling ash, but it was too late.
Moebius was already flying into the sky.
Dablan clicked his tongue.
"Adjutant, I'm chasing that guy. The calamity beast attacking the building is his doing too. You search every inch inside."
Dablan stood on the window frame, issuing orders to his adjutant.
A cloud of ash gathered at his feet.
"Besides him, Graiza's direct descendant and the others who were captured are after the keys too."
There wasn't just one key box.
So Graiza's direct descendant and the rest must be moving for the keys as well.
He decided to leave them to his subordinates.
"Capture them all. I don't care about anything else as long as you take them alive."
"Yes!"
Dablan mounted the ash cloud and took off.
Ash had stuck to the bird's bones from earlier.
With this, he could track him easily.
'Daring to steal.'
He'd considered just locking them up, sparing them for future issues.
But it seemed he should have roughed them up after all.
But he didn't know.
Under his ash-gray cloud.
A man with near-silver hair was passing by right then.
Nor what disaster he would bring to Wind Valley Island.
Regrettably, his instincts didn't work on otherworldly beings.