Little Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Meet with a Bad End

“…”

Bryan widened his eyes in astonishment.
Moments later, his eyes reverted back to normal, but a slight frown sat on his forehead.

He was aware that Roel had awakened his bloodline for several years now, which meant that there was a chance that his true identity might have already been exposed a long time ago.
If so, the Xeclydes and the Ascarts would have surely made preparations to deal with him.

Worry gripped Bryan’s heart, momentarily shaking his determination.
He knew that his future plans wouldn’t be as smooth-sailing as he envisioned them to be; the Xeclydes and the Ascarts would surely interfere with his plans every step along the way.
But at the same time, it further intensified his murderous intent.

If there was one thing he was certain about, the Xeclydes and the Ascarts couldn’t have been foreseen the calamity at Tark Stronghold.
As long as he killed their successors, he would be able to pressure the other nobles to side with him.
No one would want to ride on a sinking ship.

That would be the crux for him to claim victory in this internal war.

It’s fine.
I haven’t lost yet.

Bryan blasted his full murderous intent toward Roel, and the evil cultists beside him revealed looks of scorn.
They didn’t think that Roel would be a problem at all.

“I didn’t expect you to uncover my identity.
However, you’ll be disappointed to know that fate isn’t on your side this time.
The appearance of the ancient monster changed everything.
Your plan is bound to fail.
You might be one of the strongest transcendents of your age group, but war isn’t a tournament.
You can’t survive alone.”

“… Alone?” mumbled Roel under his breath.

The other evil cultists laughed at Roel’s naivety.

There were inhumanely strong transcendents on the Sia Continent, but simultaneously dealing with multiple enemies was nevertheless a challenge, not to mention that Roel wasn’t particularly strong in terms of Origin Level.

But to Bryan’s confusion, Roel still wasn’t fazed by those words at all.
Instead, the latter looked at the evening sky before speaking with a tranquil voice.

“I agree with your judgment.
That’s why I didn’t come alone today.”

A faint smile slowly formed on Roel’s face, inducing a frown on Bryan’s.

What happened next left everyone flabbergasted.

Roel began emanating a crimson aura that dyed everything around him red.
It started out as faint thumps, but it soon crescendoed into the footsteps of an army that echoed resoundingly across the prairie.
It was accompanied with the metallic clanging of armor and shields.

Soon, they came into appearance.

Unyielding kite shields were dyed crimson by the light along with heavy scimitars that ordinary transcendents could never hope to wield.
A flag bearing the Eye of the Candleflame insignia fluttered in the wind, declaring the arrival of the Ascarts’ army.

But what was even more salient to Bryan and the evil cultists was the other flag held high beside it.

It bear the Hammer of Justice, an insignia used exclusively by the inquisitors of the Genesis Goddess Church.
The saintly white flag looked ominous under the crimson aura, as if it was dyed in the blood of sinners.
A reticent red-haired man beneath the flag looked the evil cultists with eyes so cold that he could have very well been looking at the dead.

An army of inquisitors marched solemnly behind him.
They hadn’t made a move yet, but their appearance was enough to strike terror into the hearts of the evil cultists.

None of the evil cultists could maintain the sneer on their faces anymore.
They realized that they had underestimated their opponent because of his young age.
It was apparent to them now that their enemy wasn’t a reckless man who had come unprepared.