The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 115

Chapter 115: Insects of Hatred

“Foolish…”

Fifth, using shadows to draw his sword, stands up. He readjusts his grip on the sword and attempts to strike, but…

Bugras, lifting a spear over his head, approaches from above. Dodging, I swing my sword toward Bugras, but he intercepts with his spear, blocking the space between me and Fifth.

“There’s no way you can endure it. That darkness exposes the wounds in your heart and amplifies the darkness. No matter how robust you are, a human can’t endure it!”

“…You don’t understand anything.”

Answering while placing a hand on my chest, I continue, feeling the warmth within.

“It’s true that there’s darkness in my heart, but the light hasn’t been extinguished. As long as the light illuminates me, no matter how deep the darkness, I won’t be consumed!”

I point my sword at the furious Fifth and his companions. However, the one most angered by my words is…

“As long as there is light, you won’t be consumed? Don’t spout such nonsense, Black Tempest Knight!”

Releasing a menacing magical power, Bugras shouts. His entire body undergoes a transformation with a loud noise, and the barely maintained human form becomes even more grotesque.

“Such feeble darkness… I’ll devour it along with you!”

With numerous wings, Bugras charges at incredible speed, emitting an ominous sound. I use the sword as a shield, but Bugras grabs me and ascends into the sky with momentum.

When the mansion became as small as the palm of a hand, Bugras tosses me. Kicking in mid-air with wind magic, I face him again. Bugras, with eyes filled with hatred, targets me.

“I’ll kill you here, turning you into a foolish star that burns to ashes!”

Bugras’s shout and the cries of insects resonate in the sky…

—

“Tch…”

With healed wounds, Fifth clicks his tongue and looks up at the sky. He is frustrated by Berg, who effortlessly surpassed his expectations, but he shifts his focus to choosing the best move in the current situation.

(Bugras won’t be able to defeat him. He’s the same type as that man.)

Although there are still many magical beasts, they lack decisive power. More than thirty minutes have passed since drinking the Ebor. With this body, gaining more advantages is unlikely.

(Well, let’s leave already.)

As he attempts to hide in the shadows, a resolute voice echoes.

“Flame Equipment.”

A dignified voice resounds.

“Luscudite, the Charming Flame of Lust.”

A pillar of fire erupts around Fifth.

“Huh!?”

Caught off guard by the sudden eruption of flames, Fifth is taken aback. The flames rage violently, mercilessly burning the flesh.

“There’s no way I’ll let you escape.”

Beside the pillar of fire, Aria descends, clad in a dress and armor that resembles a red phoenix. She turns her gaze toward Fifth.

“Whether it’s Ebor or something else, if you regenerate, I’ll just burn you to ashes before you catch up.”

“…!”

“Even if you don’t die, I’ll keep burning until the effect of the medicine wears off… until you turn to ashes.”

Aria says and turns away. In the blazing flames, there is no trace of shadows. All that remains for Fifth is to be reduced to ashes.

“Suffer and die for every life you took.”

Responding to Aria’s quiet anger, the flames completely incinerate Fifth to the bone.