Transmigrated as Baron, Married with my Lovely Maid-Chapter 117

"Baron Atreus...!"

Leysha’s voice rang in my head, calling my name in a worried tone.

I understood her anxiety, especially in my dying state.

My vision was even blurring, so Leysha’s voice, heard in my head, made her image in my dark world even clearer in my mind.

Her soft voice and angelic smile were always directed at me.

Leysha.

You have no idea that in my desperate situation, you have enlightened me to my ultimate strategy for defeating Duke Archer.

Even though it was just her voice calling, she had provided the key to this complex puzzle that was increasingly suffocating my body and soul.

I could have responded to Leysha’s call with my magical telepathy, but with my magical energy depleted, I chose to spent it on other magic.

Gradually, my black fire and black lightning combination magic began to decay and weaken because I was no longer using my remaining magical energy for them.

This time, I relied on one of the most powerful spells among the time and dimension spells: the summoning spell.

My Black Star emitted a bright black aura, which eventually formed a warp magical gate next to me.

However, this warp magical gate wasn’t as large as the ones I’d used to summon Terra or the Great Wyvern.

This warp magical gate was only about the size of a human body.

"HAHAHAHAH....! WHAT’S WRONG, VERMILLION BOY...?! ARE YOU SO DESPERATE THAT YOU’RE DIVERTING ALL YOUR MAGICAL ENERGY ON ANOTHER SUMMONING SPELL?! WHO ELSE WILL YOU SUMMON WITH THAT SMALL MAGICAL WARP GATE?! I KNOW YOU’RE DEPLETED OF ENERGY FROM YOIR SEVERE INJURIES, AND YOU’LL NEBER HAVE ANOTHER CHANCE TO COUNTERATTACK...!"

Duke Archer’s shout, accompanied by his drunken laughter, was loud and arrogant.

The bastard was still laughing as if he had already won, even though his body was already fragile, covered in broken bones, and vomiting blood.

We were both overwhelmed and dying, but I had to admit that in this situation, that bastard Duke Archer was far superior to me.

It was a matter of time, and I had to make a quick decision.

My mouth was chanting a summoning spell, but suddenly, the black-armored knight in front of me sharpened his gaze.

Drakegon, the black-armored knight, drew his black dragon spear, causing me to scream in pain.

Although his frail body and cracked armor made Drakegon move slowly, his grip on his black dragon spear remained strong and firm.

"KILL HIM...! DON’T LET HIM USE HIS SUMMONING SPELL!"

Duke Archer’s shout was an instruction to Drakegon, and without hesitation, Drakegon thrust again with his black dragon spear.

I had no magical energy left to counter the thrust of the black dragon spear.

Even to dodge, my body ached all over.

Standing with stab wounds and broken bones all over my body, I felt like a living corpse, and even breathing was incredibly difficult.

And unfortunately, this time, I couldn’t dodge Drakegon’s black dragon spear.

STAB!

"GUUHH....!"

Drakegon’s black dragon spear pierced my neck.

Duke Archer, seeing this, immediately broke into a maniacal smile and shouted loudly, declaring his victory.

"HAHAHAHHA! I WIN, ATREUS VERMILLION...! YOU’VE RUN OUT OF MAGIC POWER TO COUNTERACT! FINALLY...! VERMILLION IS FINALLY OUT OF THIS LAND...! I’LL CUT OFF YOUR HEAD AND SHOW KING VICTOR DRAGOMIR THAT WHAT HE WORRIED ABOUT IS NO LONGER IN THIS LAND...! HAHAHAHAHA....!"

Duke Archer proclaimed his victory with a glee and satisfaction that sounded like a maniac and brutal.

He even imagined that my head would be proof of Vermillion’s downfall, meaning that the kingdom of Dragomir would no longer dare to oppose him.

His laughter grew louder, his smile widened, and his eyes widened with glee as Drakegon twisted his spear, twisting my neck and causing me to die a horrible death.

But that was what Duke Archer imagined.

All the vision he saw of my death were just illusions he saw in his own mind.

And slowly, Duke Archer, who was laughing with satisfaction at his victory, stopped laughing when he saw my magical warp gate still actively lit next to me.

If I were dead, my magical warp gate should have disappeared on its own.

But that didn’t happen.

Duke Archer swallowed his smile when he heard footsteps coming from inside the magical warp gate.

He slowly got up even though his body felt frail, preparing to ready his silver bow to attack anyone who would come out of the magical warp gate.

He barely aimed his silver bow, then he suddenly froze in shock at the figure that had just emerged from my magical warp gate.

A dragon with a human body, its long, purplish-black cloak hanging over its body.

"Z-ZERAXION...?! H-HOW COULD YOU BE FREE...?!"

Duke Archer’s body trembled violently as he saw Zeraxion staring calmly back at him.

His intention to launch his magical arrow was abruptly halted because Zeraxion was supposed to be sealed in another world, and he had assigned his son, Ulrich Aurelius, to watch over the sealed Zeraxion.

All sorts of terrible scenarios immediately swirled in Duke Archer’s head because Zeraxion being freed from its seal implied many bad things had happened to his son, Ulrich.

"U-ULRICH...! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ULRICH...?!" Duke Archer shouted, trembling and sweating profusely.

His breath became increasingly ragged with panic, imagining something terrible happening to his son.

But Zeraxion simply stared at Duke Archer wordlessly.

The purplish-black aura that had been visible when he stepped out of my magical warp gate had now vanished into thin air.

"ANSWER ME, YOU DAMN DRAGON...! WHERE IS MY SON...?!" Duke Archer shouted impatiently.

Zeraxion took a deep breath.

There wasn’t a hint of annoyance in him at having to face Duke Archer’s anger.

He remained silent, staring, or rather, enjoying Duke Archer’s panicked and anxious expression.

"...it seems you’re too focused on me, Duke Archer. But that’s okay. I quite enjoy seeing you panic like this because my heart always pangs with annoyance whenever I remember your arrogance and your son’s when you sealed me in that world."

Zeraxion finally responded, but in a cold and flat tone.

"Even though it was decades, it felt like hundreds of years spent in that prison. I never missed a single day so that I would always remember that I would definitely avenge the arrogance and cruelty of King Victor Dragomir, who had taken my freedom. And the time has come, Duke Archer."

Duke Archer, hearing Zeraxion’s statement, trembled even more with tension.

His face grew paler as Zeraxion pointed to the man beside him.

The man whose neck was being pierced by the dragon Drakego’s black spear, blood gushing from the wound as his voice became soft—as if he were gasping for air.

And that man wasn’t me.

That man was Ulrich Aurelius, Duke Archer’s son.

"NOOOOOOO! ULRICHHH!"