Chapter 183

C183: Silver Sun (3)

Deon's condition was so serious that it was not unusual to die at any time because he lost too much blood.

'Such serious wounds are impossible to recover even with the magic I use.'

Rudger's recovery magic is the sixth Sefira of the Sefirot tree, Tipheret.

This magic containing the power of Archangel Raphael, called divine healing, can heal quite a few wounds. It was this magical power that erased the scar on Violetta's face but it wouldn't work on Deon.

'He bled too much.'

Even if the wound is regenerated, the blood he shed would not return.

Blood is the weight of life. The absence of blood in a complete body is like an empty shell from which the soul has escaped so he had to choose another way.

"Release the seal."

Mana drained out of his body. The moment he hesitates, Deon will die.

Mastella, whose eyes were covered by Rudger, trembled unknowingly.

'It's cold.'

It felt as if the temperature around them had dropped several degrees in an instant. Then she heard something like bugs crawling.

Rudger's voice came to Mastella's ear, who was trying to raise her head without realizing it.

"Stay still."

The words made Mastella pause.

"You shouldn't look at that so cover your ears with your hands."

She didn't understand why he told her to cover her ears. Nevertheless, Mastella covered her ears tightly with her hands, as Rudger ordered. It was because her instincts were shouting to follow what she was told.

Rudger, who saw Mastella covering her ears with both hands, raised his head.

A black hole was floating above his head and looking at it, Rudger said.

"I need help."

A reaction came from the black hole. It was a strange, creepy noise, like something twisting and interlocking but Rudger said without batting an eye.

"I want you to fix this person."

A response came from the darkness. It was as if it was asking why it had to help such a human being.

It wasn't because it looked down on Deon, but rather it was more like a complaint about Rudger kicking it out by forcibly closing the door the other day.

"If you don't like it, I don't care. I can call someone else besides you."

The presence beyond the door reacted as if it were angry at the words.

"What are you going to do? If you're going to drag it out, fold it. I'm busy."

In the end, it was the existence beyond the door that raised the white flag first. In the first place, it was not a situation where they could trade equally with each other.

For this being, Rudger is the only human being who it coveted.

"Of course, I won't just ask you to do it. I'll give you a little reward."

At the word reward, God replied that it would help. With this, the deal was concluded.

Countless bundles of tentacles flowed down through the open hole. They moved slowly and wrapped around Deon's body.

Mastella trembled as if she felt something and Rudger, who was watching the scene, covered her eyes more strongly without a word.

Soon after, the bundle of tentacles disappeared back into the hole and what remained in the place was the appearance of an intact Deon, whose wounds completely disappeared.

His breath, which had been panting, was also stabilized.

"Well done."

The black hole was closed with the words to keep the promise.

Rudger recouped the scattered mana and formed a sealing control technique again. He didn't use it for that long, but his head was dizzy.

"That's enough."

He let go of the hand that covered Mastella's eyes. There was a moment of relief that the strange sensation was over.

Mastella was speechless at the sight in front of her.

"Grandpa Deon!"

Deon, who had been dying a while ago, was alive and well. The severed arm, the bleeding, all kinds of wounds, it was as if nothing had happened from the beginning.

"Oh, how? How could this wound......?"

"Mastella?"

Deon, who had his eyes closed, came to his senses. He was also surprised that he was alive, so he alternately looked at the appearance of his intact body and Mastella.

And beyond that at Rudger.

"Owner."

"Take a good rest, Deon. You haven't recovered from the mental shock yet."

"Thank you."

At Deon's words, Mastella belatedly realized her mistake and bowed to Rudger.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. Owner. I made an ugly face in front of the owner."

"Mastella."

"......yes, owner."

"You don't always have to act like an adult."

"What?"

Mastella raised her bowed head. Her expression was bewildered because she didn't understand what Rudger was saying.

Rudger spoke softly to Mastella.

"Sometimes you can just be normal like a child."

"Ah."

The moment Mastella heard that, she was filled with emotion and started shedding tears without wiping them.

"Thank you for saving Grandpa Deon."

"Yes, that's enough."

Just in time, the door opened and people rushed in.

"Hey, are you okay?"

After hearing the news of the attack, Hans led the slum people to appear. However, Hans was puzzled to see the situation that was already over.

"What?"

"The situation is already over Hans."

Rudger rose from his seat and came out of the building. As the rest of them cleaned up inside, Hans followed Rudger.

"Brother, are you going to go?"

"What's wrong?"

"......No. Nothing."

Hans sighed and said.

"I'll tell the other members in advance to prepare."

"Never mind. I alone am enough."

Rudger moved away, and Hans looked at the back without saying a word. Then Violetta, who was late, approached Hans.

"Mr. Hans, what's the situation? What happened?"

"Thanks to brother , it ended without much damage."

"Where is he going now?" Don't tell me."

Hans dissuaded Violetta from following Rudger.

"Stop. You'd better not follow him."

"What? But......."

Hans shook his head.

From Violetta's point of view, he may be saying that because he is worried about Rudger, but Hans, who has known Rudger for a long time, knew that he did not have to.

"No matter what you say to brother now, it will be useless."

"Why?"

"It's been a long time since I've seen him so angry."

Angry?

Violetta saw Rudger moving away. His face was as expressionless as usual and his emotion was not revealed.

If she had to compare it, the atmosphere itself was heavier than usual.

Hans said as if he understood her reaction.

"Be aware. When my brother is really angry, he rather shows nothing on his face."

"Owner is angry?"

"Of course. Brother is also a person, so he is both happy and angry. And especially remember that brother is more sensitive than anyone else when it comes to children."

"What about children?"

"It happened in the past and maybe even before that, brother had a similar trauma."

"Trauma..."

Violetta was surprised that Rudger had a trauma. Because he was like a superman who wouldn't be hurt no matter what.

In the end Rudger was also a person like her. Even though he had extraordinary abilities he would be angry and sad like others.

"So you don't have to worry. No one can stop brother in that state."

It was a good thing for them because they didn't need to worry about another attack in the future.

"On the contrary, you should pray for the rest of the world. It wasn't enough that they touched the wrong person but they touched the person that shouldn't be touched the most."

* * *

Leathervelk is wide. Not all districts are equal, and naturally there are places that people's eyes don't reach.

Most of them were slums or factory areas. However, in a different sense, there was a place where people's eyes did not reach.

In the heat of the fire and where greed and despair wriggle was the Underground Fighting Ground, the Hidden Underworld of Leathervelk.

Carlone, sitting at the top of the place, was watching the fight over a glass of wine.

Two men were fighting fiercely in a steel fence. The iron fence was full of people, all holding paper in their hands and shouting their throats.

"What are you doing? Take him down!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"I bet all my money on you!"

Each of them cursing, cheering, or praying for victory and Carlone couldn't help laughing at them.

"Look at that. It's like you're leaning your life on someone else."

The subordinate who had been quietly pouring wine by the side agreed.

"That's right, boss. They're stupid."

"The same goes for the two guys fighting over there. I can't believe those guys who could have made their name known as knights are fighting barehanded in this dirty place because of their gambling debts."

Both men fighting inside the fence were knights and were waving their fists at their opponents, covered in blood and sweat.

"Even if you have a body that transcends humans, you can't even be a dog because you're tied to money. What a ridiculous world it is."

This is the power of money.

Even the noble knights had to fight because they were in debt but Carlone didn't care. He shined because he had such humans.

Thanks to this, his recent underground arena business was booming.

The group of people down there was either in despair or was rejoicing in gambling. On the contrary, those who have a lot of money watch the scene from a specially prepared upper seat over the window.

It was not just a place to watch people fighting in iron fences but also the scenes of despair, frustration, and tears at the outcome of the fight.

The sight of the ruined falling into the abyss after falling into a swamp of gambling was also part of the show.

Just in time, the door of Carlone's VIP room opened and someone came in.

"Boss, I've finished what you asked me to do."

"Oh, really? What happened?"

"I broke the printing press and set the factory on fire. I also took care of a few guys as examples."

"Good. The warning must be clear."

Carlone nodded with delight.

"And..."

"What else is there?"

"No, nothing."

The subordinate who tried to deliver the message tried to say that more than 10 of the sent men were dead, but stopped.

His boss is quite moody and if the boss feels bad after hearing the news he will be the one to blame. The dead ones were like meat shields so there was nothing to lose even if some of them died.

They must have been very scared. Will you send the delegation as it is?"

"You must have informed the members of the organization in advance, right? So that you can move right away whenever I tell me to."

"Yes. They're always ready."

"Yes, yes. Now it will depend on how it comes out over there. Of course, blood will flow even if they come in with their heads down."

Carlone's eyes shone horrifically. The subordinate who was watching from the side felt goosebumps on his skin for no reason.

He is the boss he serves, but there are times when he is so cruel that he wonders if he is really human.

"Well, I've seen good things and heard good news. I'm getting hungry, so I'm going back to the mansion."

Just in time, the fight was decided in the stadium below.

A man with a crushed face raised his hand and posed for victory but sight divided people. Some of them were cheering and the rest were frustrated.

"As expected, it's fun."

Carlone emptied his wine glass and left the underground fighting area.

It was already dark outside and Carlone returned home in a black car.

His mansion was on a huge lot far away from the city. The place illuminated by the streetlights was the mansion where Carlone was staying.

As the black vehicle approached, the men guarding the front gate of the mansion opened it.

Soon the gate closed and the Silver Line members returned to their places.

* * *

Mark was a member of the Silver Sun. His role is to protect the main entrance of the mansion in case of an unexpected attack.

'Who dares to touch our Silver Sun in the first place?'

Even if someone came, it would be an assassin, but would it come to the front door because unless it was crazy? As a result, protecting the entrance was actually a boring task with only a variety of options.

There were two hours until the next shift but something was caught in his sight, which was full of thoughts.

"What's going on?"

"What is it, Mark? What?"

"No, look over there."

When Mark pointed, Loopton, who guarded the main gate with him, reacted. Their eyes turned to the entrance of the mansion.

Something stood under the light of the street lamp.

At first, they thought it was just a wild beast. The mansion was a little far from the center of the city, so sometimes wild animals appeared but it wasn't a beast.

"Isn't that a person?"

The moment Mark says that darkness fell before them.

"What?"

Mark was taken aback because the street lamps were turned off at once.

"Hey, Loopton. It's like......."

Mark's face turned pale as he turned around calling his colleague. It was because Loopton's head, which had been standing intact until a while ago, was rolling on the floor.

"What?"

At the moment when he was about to shout something, Mark swallowed his breath when he saw the black shadow that suddenly rose in front of him.

The presence in a black shadow was staring at him with a red glow.

"Who, who are you!"

The shape of the shadow swayed once as if hit by a wave and then said.

"Jack."

The shadow engulfed Mark's body. Mark couldn't even resist, he didn't even think about it because he was stiff with fear.

Soon there was silence at the entrance.

The shadow stared at the mansion beyond the huge iron gate and eventually it melted away.

Darkness settled over the mansion.