The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 95

“Isn’t it about time you got used to it?”

It had been quite some time since the spar with the 3rd Division members began.

Since the day Sain emerged from the forge.

“Send them back.”

Those who sought to meet Sain had formed a long line.

A special connection with the forge, rumors about the equipment Sain personally crafted.

And not long ago.

– Sain Demorus is with the rumored saint!

Finally, the true identity of Cecile was definitively discovered.

Some who had maintained neutrality until now and those looking to switch sides were requesting an audience with Sain, sensing a shift in the air when Sain concentrated.

But Sain rejected it all.

Displeasure.

Even without invoking magic, the atmosphere changed.

As Sain focused, it felt like the air around him was being drawn towards him.

He didn’t want to lose this feeling.

Was it called a Runner’s High?

When a human runs until reaching their limit, pushing beyond that limit.

Bang!

A massive amount of dopamine is released, giving a greater pleasure than anything artificial.

Sain now seemed to understand what those words meant.

Clang!

Sain clashed swords once more.

“Sain.”

Ferio, who would usually have left at that point, called out to Sain again without departing.

Swish.

Finally, Sain lowered his sword.

“Let’s call it a day here.”

“Thank you, Commander.”

The attitudes and gazes of the 3rd Division members had changed significantly.

Though they had sworn loyalty to Sain, some among them had only pretended to do so.

Those who truly swore loyalty, and those who feigned it.

“Thank you, Commander!”

They all, with a deeper, more respectful look in their eyes, bowed deeply to Sain.

It was because they were individuals before being part of Demorus’s family.

Those who had not been acknowledged had proven themselves through their own strength.

Respect and admiration for that.

“If you go this far, it’s hard to refuse as a guest.”

Sain spoke towards Ferio.

“Yes.”

The answer came.

“It seems you’re not someone who can wait for long.”

That moment.

Snick.

A smile appeared on Sein’s lips unconsciously.

“I suppose so.”

Ferio truly understood Sein’s feelings.

“It’s been a while, and it seems your ability to read cues has deteriorated.”

Light streamed into the entrance of the training ground.

Beside it, Roberta, the head of security, offered to guide the guest.

A flushed face, dilated pupils.

Yet tightly sealed lips.

It was clear she was suppressing excitement.

Understandable.

“I’m just focusing.”

The guest who came to see Sein was someone who existed in Roberta’s dreams.

“Long time no see.”

“Long time indeed.”

Snick.

“Partner.”

“Guardian.”

Ariane Seymour, she entered the Castle of Despair.

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Sein was living in the Castle of Despair.

Even though meals were brought regularly, and the mission regarding the successor was momentarily paused due to the incident at the gala.

“When did you arrive?”

Sein asked coolly, sipping ice water without his shirt on.

“Yesterday.”

Ariane had returned to the main house yesterday.

“I reported to the Lord and took care of some business.”

Ariane explained.

“I’ve been hearing stories continuously. A lot has happened.”

Ariane and Sein’s last encounter was in Contra.

The events that unfolded afterward were heard through the grapevine of Demorus.

“She managed to secure the support of both Rasiel and Dante simultaneously.”

Truly a feat that would go down in Demorus history.

The announcement that the two largest organizations under Demorus would support a single candidate.

“Well, that had to be done.”

However, Arin didn’t find it all that fascinating.

Because she knew better than anyone what was in front of her.

“What did you do in the blacksmith shop to cause such a commotion?”

Arin asked.

“There’s a story going around that Jagar went under you.”

Without pausing, Arin spoke like a touch-me-not.

Seeing her, Sein, who had been silently watching her, smirked.

“Take it slow.”

Finally.

Hwack.

Arin’s cheeks turned slightly red.

Arin, who was so white she could pass for a corpse, even the slightest change stood out prominently.

“You’ve changed.”

Arin, who had calmed down a bit, said to Sein.

“Why? Disappointed?”

“No.”

Arin shook her head.

“Now I know who ‘he’ is.”

“…….”

“We met once when I was young.”

Back when the Empire was still intact.

-It was you….

The guest who had come with her grandfather.

The memories of that day were as vivid as ever for Arin, even after a hundred years had passed.

“The kid looks cute.”

The voice and smile that had gone up at that time.

It was something like a curse that would never disappear.

“Now I see the ‘him’ I used to know.”

The person she faced again was different from what she had known before.

While it was natural for the appearance to have changed, being a necromancer, she could see through it.

“You’ve grown.”

The fact that his soul was wavering.

“You plan to act as a proper guardian now? Why the disgust?”

“That’s right.”

Arin said, rising to her feet.

Her beauty was dazzling to the point of being blinding.

“Before I become your partner, I am a guardian recognized by Demorus.”

Arin said.

“Sein Demorus, from now on, I intend to fulfill that role for you.”

*

Three Witches.

They were considered absolute, transcendent beings, each existing in their own dark domain.

Even the heads of noble families treated them with utmost caution.

“What in the world.”

Lately, there hadn’t been a single quiet day in Demorus.

And at the center of that storm, one name was always mentioned.

-Sain Demorus.

It was Sain Demorus.

It all began with the simultaneous support of Rasiel and Dante.

Then came Sain’s incident at the main house.

Violating the law of non-interference at the Territory War and wiping out the opposing lord’s forces.

As a result, despite being a successor candidate for the head of the family, he didn’t receive the 3rd Legion as a reward.

“Truly, I don’t know what to make of it.”

Resolving the Gandarik plague and capturing Sienjin’s heart.

Especially surprising was the fact that he had won over the hearts of the picky Demorus blacksmiths.

Even though the heads of noble families could command them, they couldn’t draw out their sincerity.

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What on earth did he do to make those finicky blacksmiths come out like that?

Word has it he gained their approval by making equipment, but that seemed highly unlikely.

Having the Demorus blacksmiths acknowledge his skills was a stretch, with only about twenty or so, and where would a candidate learn from?

If there was one recent incident where Sain’s name was not mentioned, it was only one.

-The Holy Sword Tragedy.

The event where Jugar Demorus received a mission regarding the Holy Sword and failed, leading to a great embarrassment.

Although one might think Sain’s name was absent there.

“Jugar has fully recovered, they say?”

“Really… is she a saint?”

Sain’s name, which seemed out of place, was being mentioned even there.

Jugar’s recovery, which seemed impossible.

And the saint.

Lastly.

“Is it true that Jugar, a successor candidate, has entered under Sain Demorus?”

Even though no one gave a definite answer, judging by Jugar’s actions and attitude, it was quite a plausible opinion.

In every storm, Sain was involved.

And.

Rumble!

Once again, a massive storm engulfed Demorus.

“Is that really happening?”

“Is it true?”

“Unbelievable!”

News that surprised most of the followers of Demorus.

-Sir Demorus is the witch’s ward!

It was also a rumor that was uncertain.

Except for the family, the witch, who could be considered the most special existence, was rumored to be Sir’s ward.

However, there was no one who dared to confirm it.

But a few days ago.

“The witch has been in the Castle of Despair for three days.”

The witch, who returned home after a long time, met the family and headed straight to the Castle of Despair.

The rumor was indeed true.

“Ah.”

The high-ranking officials who already knew this fact just sighed, but.

“This is insane. Absolutely insane.”

To the followers who dismissed it as an unbelievable rumor, it was nothing short of shocking news.

The witch, who had never been involved in Demorus’s politics, finally found her first ward.

The fact that such a person was at the center of the storm.

“Could it be that a candidate might become the successor?”

It was something that could even overturn some of Sir’s meager roots.

“When the witch returns, we should take a look at the successor candidate.”

Even those reluctant to move were now in a situation where they had to act.

When Demorus was so noisy.

“Attack with full force.”

The Castle of Despair was under strict control, with no one allowed to enter or leave.

Only Sir and Arin.

The two of them in that space.

“Sir Demorus.”

Arin and Sir were facing each other once again.

The successor candidate from the family does not have a guardian.

Only those from the candidate family could have a guardian.

Until a certain age, the candidates had to survive without even knowing they were Demorus.

That’s what made up for their differences with their family and their lack of knowledge.

“I guess I should play the role of a guardian.”

They were the guardians.

The path of the candidate.

Before arriving at the Three Great Organizations, they spent a few months to a few years with their guardians, learning a lot from them.

Sir also learned a lot from Arin.

“I almost died unfairly, but I’m lucky.”

Now I think I know.

It was too lacking.

There it is!

Rushing air.

Within that.

Pop!

White legs stretched out and tore through the fabric.

But it was just an illusion.

Swish.

A being, faster than ever before, stood behind Arin.

Grin.

A smiling being.

Yet Arin couldn’t see the one behind her.

“Well done.”

Acknowledging Arin was also smiling.

Kwong!

Finally, Arin began to fulfill her role as a guardian properly.

“…Impressive.”

When the duel ended, Arin was genuinely impressed.

“I never expected the magic usage to be that high.”

There are hardly any who can handle their entire pool of magic.

If one were to use it by breaking it down into smaller parts, they could potentially use all of their magic, but when considering the power and application that can be exerted at once, even those who have reached the level of a master showed a usage rate of only a fifth.

This was even more so for those born of darkness or from great bloodlines.

When one possesses an overwhelming amount of magic, coupled with abilities akin to blessings, it can hinder the growth of the individual.

However, it seemed that the being had surpassed a 70% usage rate of magic.

“If you’ve realized something.”

The being said.

“I’m not much different from you guys.”