Return of the Unrivaled Spear Knight-Chapter 134Side Story

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The collision of their auras churned the air into a storm that swept away the skeletons. Their bones were shattered, sending fragments flying everywhere, but that didnt take long for them to return to their original form. The damage caused by the battle between Kireua and the Wild King was instantly restored by Crevassed using his draconic magic. It didnt matter if the damage was to objects or the undead surrounding them.

Another death knight, one that seemed to embody the lethal edge of a sword stepped into their fight. This death knight was smaller than the Wild King, but he exuded quite a powerful energy as well.

-Why dont you stop there, Wild King? Youre still so childish. You were going to help him anyway.

The new death knight turned.

-Did you say your name is Kireua Sanders?

Who are you? Kireua asked between labored breaths.

-My name is Kasselon. Kasselon ben Britten.

Kireua instantly stopped panting. B-ben Britten?

-Oh, no. Judging from your reaction, my master must have not informed you of our identities.

Death knights didnt have a facial expression, but from the way Kasselon shook his head, it was obvious that his masters choices had left him baffled.

-Ha! Thats why you cant help but respect him even more. It means he leaves the final choice to use, even when it comes to his own children.

-I would have lent my help even if an idiot came to us since well never be able to repay our debt to our master even with our lives.

-Were already dead, so we dont have lives to offer.

-Its a figure of speech. Do you really have to nitpick over every word?

-Huh? Nitpick? Is there no hierarchy in Avalon?

-If youre talking about the social hierarchy we lived in before our death, you were a duke and I was a prince, so Im definitely not the lower-ranked person here.

-My son is older than you! Come to think of it, I dont know what he does nowadays.

Kireua stared blankly at the silly quarrel that suddenly started between Kasselon and the Wild King.

Seriously, knights Aisha quietly heaved a sigh and stepped over to Kireua. They seem to like you, fortunately.

Teacher?

These death knights look like theyre going to help you.

The Wild King interrupted as if he had been waiting for her to say that.

-Aiding the baby prince is equivalent to helping our master, so there was nothing for me to think about.

Th-Then why did you fight me? Kireua asked.

-For fun.

Kireua stood there like a fool; the sheer audacity left him grasping for words.

-Please allow me to apologize on his behalf.

If your name is Kasselon ben Britten, then youre from the deposed Imperial Family of Avalon, arent you? Emperor Marcus ben Brittens Kireua trailed off.

-Yes, Marcus ben Britten was my father before I died.

It was just as Kireua expected. He felt a reflexive repulsion. Although he tried very hard not to reveal it, the people around him were, unsurprisingly, perfectly capable of noticing.

The Wild King tilted his head, bemused.

-He really knows nothing. This is a little unfair.

-Im okay. Considering what the Brittens did to our master, anyone would understand if the prince drew his sword and attacked me right now

-This is not a matter you can brush off like that. Youre a victim too. If even that baby prince doesnt know, that probably means that everyone in the world

-Our master must have a good reason for it.

Kasselon dismissed the Wild Kings comment and stepped toward Kireua.

-Im not sure if youre aware of this, but I was the Third Prince of the Britten family.

The Third Prince? Kireua mumbled. He tilted his head in confusion. He knew about the Britten familys First and Second Princes fighting over the throne until the end because he had been told the story so many times. Kaiser ben Britten, the Emperor of Avalons biggest enemy, so of course, came up equally often, so Kireua knew about him too. However, not much was known about the Third Prince aside from the fact that he was called Tragic Prince because he had been forgotten by people

The Wild King eyed Kireua for a moment and then nodded knowingly.

-I see. I get it now.

Kasselon gave him a questioning look.

-Our master was worried about your honor, Kasselon. Since youre now a death knight, someone will recognize your sword style someday, and the entire continent will know that the prince of an empire has been raised from the dead.

-I did consider the possibility.

-Its better for ordinary people to think that the Third Prince, having lost the power struggle, went off to happily living out the rest of his life in seclusionduring which, our master took the throne, a suitable reason you would be unable to appear in the Palace.

-I owe our master once again. Thanks to him, the Britten name wont be tainted any further.

-Hmph. Your family should be fed to the dogs for what they did. Do they even have any honor left to be tainted?

Distinctly angry red light shone from the Wild Kings eye.

The more the Wild King and Kasselon talked, the more confused Kireua became.

Umm, Your Highness Kasselonno, Sir Kasselon Kireua cautiously said.

-You can call me however you would like.

Then Ill go with Sir Kasselon. Can I ask you why you died, Sir Kasselon?

Kireuas question cut into the heart of the problem. He was certain that he would be able to understand this situation once he knew the cause of Kasselons death.

He was quite right.

-Its rather cliche.

I would still like to hear it, if thats acceptable to you.

-My trusted brother betrayed me, and I was buried in a shallow grave.

A brothers betrayal. In other words, one of the other princes of Avalon had stabbed Kasselon in the back. The scattered puzzle pieces in Kireuas head were slowly piecing themselves together.

-My master gave me a chance to obtain revenge.

I see. Kireua nodded.

-I heard you have a brother. I sincerely hope you and your brother stay on good terms, unlike me and mine. I may sound like an old man, but both political power and revenge will seem meaningless with time.

Kireua asked himself if he desired political power. He could immediately guarantee that he didnt and never would. However, he did desire to be recognized by the Emperor of Avalon and the world at large. Ever since he was a child, Kireua had been constantly compared to Selim; many questioned if Kireua really was the Martial Gods son. Because of all the harsh criticism and constantly being looked down on

I dont want to lose, Kireua said.

I have no intention of fighting against my only brother for political power, but I dont want to lose to Selim either.

Kasselon examined Kireua without saying anything. On the other hand, the red light in the Wild Kings eyes bobbed slightly.

-Does that mean you are willing to hand the throne over to your brother even if you win this fight, Your Highness?

Of course.

Silence lay blanketed the area until Kasselon finally spoke up.

-Thats selfishness, not selflessness, Your Highness.

Am I being too greedy? Kireua mumbled.

-Yes, you are.

Kasselon was so firm that he sounded cold.

-There are two candidates to become the Emperor of Avalon. Lets say one of them is vastly better than the other one. Hes not only good in combat but also has the wisdom to rule. Nevertheless, that exceptional candidate says hell hand over the throne to the other candidate. What would the citizens think? The nobles? And how would your brother feel?

That is

-If youre truly a selfless person, you would have handed over the throne by losing the battle on purposebut you dont want to do that, do you?

Kireua nodded slightly. Every fiber of his body hated the idea of losing to Selim.

-Then abandon your wishy-washy attitude. Beat him and claim the throne. I was concerned there would be a nasty power struggle between two brothers who wouldn't hesitate to stab each other in the back, not a legitimate competition in good faith. The people would vastly prefer the latter.

-Hohoho! This conversation makes me even more convinced.

-What do you mean?

-Is there anyone else who is as greedy as our master? He reached the peak of martial prowess, took the throne, and has three beautiful wives all to himself

Kasselon gave the Wild King a disapproving look.

-How can you say that when you know the full story?

-The world only cares for results. Who wouldnt envy our master?

The Wild King took a step forward.

-So thats why I like him even more. From what Ive seen so far, hes the spitting image of our master. I guess that's why they say blood is thicker than water.

Me? Kireua tilted his head in confusion.

-Yeah, you. In that regard, you passed my test.

Kireuas eyes widened. R-Really?

-Dont be too happy yet. I told you that you have to earn the recognition of two out of the twelve of us, didnt I?

Havent I?

Hadnt he already earned Kasselons recognition?

-Heheis it finally my turn? Black lizard, you heard them; why dont you untie me now? novelbuddy.co(m)

Tsk. Crevasse frowned. For some reason he looked resigned. I really should do something about his mouth someday. Keeping a lunatic in chains is no joke. Its several times harder than restoring the damage youve done to this place.

-Now, now, now Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment youve been waiting for.

A slender death knight flitted toward Kireua, holding a long rapier that echoed his physique

-I, Arie bron Sten, will test my new masters skills. Please enjoy.

A-Arie bron Sten? Kireuas jaw dropped to the floor, but Arie rushing Kireua.

-Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Entertain me again, Joshuaahem, Kireua Sanders.