I Was Connected to Earth’s Black Market From Another World With The Skill [Market]! (WN)

Chapter 249

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Chapter 249 – The Moonlight Fades

The moon, stained with the color of blood, looked down upon him.

It was Count Herbert Kaienholt, the court’s chief magician, the supreme commander of the Empire’s invasion forces, the man who had risen from commoner to the highest rank.

“Damn it.”

He cursed his misfortune that he had no choice but to stay in a barbarian’s nest of Solbesia.

The insects of the city called him “Demon King,” but he could only think of it as a mockery for a fool who rules over the inferior race of Solbesia, despised as a demon tribe.

The people of the Imperial Capital do not even acknowledge his achievements. Even though he has destroyed hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of barbarians, burned cities, and conquered lands, they still underestimate him as a commoner who is not related to any noble blood.

“…Fuck them all.”

Sleep does not come, even though the evening is drawing to a close. He knocks down a cup of wine and rolls over to his bed. He is tired of drinking. The only thing he could get in the land of sand was sour grape wine or foul-tasting fire wine of unknown origin. It is the kind of stuff that makes him sick before he can even get drunk.

In addition, everything he touches is covered with a mixture of fine, light brown sand that is peculiar to this land, making it squeak and irritating his nerves. Be it a cup of wine, food, the floor of the sleeping quarters, or a woman.

He pushes and kicks away the women who rub up against him. The smell of sweat and the slipperiness of wet skin was unpleasant.

“Get lost, pig slut!”

He shouted at her, sword in hand, and the maid screamed and rolled naked out of the bedroom.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit… fuck every one of them…”

The throne room was eerily silent as he staggered out. The sleepless soldiers are not moving at all along the walls, but they are not skilled enough to make their presence lost. At best, they are discarded pawns to serve as shields when the bandits invade.

“Lord Kaienholt.”

An old mage approaches him as he stands in the throne room.

“I-it’s terrible, sir.”

He has white hair and a white beard and wears a white priest’s robe. Kaienholt has forgotten his name. Was it Caper or Eifer? It doesn’t matter. He used to be the chief magician of the Kingdom of Solbesia, but he was a scum who switched sides as soon as the Empire took over the Kingdom. He was the biggest collaborator, not only in terms of reverence but also in taking over the functions of the castle, lifting the magic barrier in the treasury, and actively helping to identify the anti-imperialists. He is a man of merit to the Empire, but to the Kingdom, he is the greatest traitor of all. Such people must have corrupted the Kingdom. He waved his hand and tried to make the old man retreat, but the old man, with his shameless face, prostrated himself as if clinging to him.

“T-there is a revelation that the Son of God is about to descend upon this land!”

“…What kind of joke is this at this late hour?”

Has this personality-defying vermin finally lost his mind as well? The person who controlled the magic of the natives called the demon tribe, is far from being ridiculous to pretend to be a god.

The old man looked up at him, who was laughing at him through his nose with an indignant expression on his face.

Indignation? What could the worst kind of fool, who had betrayed his people, his country, and even his royalty to protect himself, have to be indignant about?

“This is no laughing matter. This is a clear divine revelation received by the seven shrine maidens and the three priestesses.”

“I, who have been called ‘Demon King’ and feared by many, am now receiving the blessings of the gods? Don’t make me laugh.”

“It was through this divine revelation that I learned of Solbesia’s demise.”

“Perhaps it is only a matter of necessity. What purpose could there be for a nation with a foolish king who has no proper heir, a corrupt vassal who cannot reason, and a scrawny fool who can only cultivate a few dry clods of land?”

“…With the currency of grace.”

“It is often said that incompetent people have eaten up the seeds of blessing. Even the royalty who made it happen got away with it.”

There must have been some loyalists in Solbesia because about forty warriors and mages came against the imperial army to force the royalty to fall. In less than half a minute, they were all slaughtered, and their heads displayed in the streets.

“There are rumors that the prince was among the slaves taken across the sea by the imperial army.”

“If so, go and get him back.”

The old man turned away and began to apologize.

The royal family had been sold, not by the imperial army but by him. The mage who can control the throne room is still in Solbesia, which is like letting the seeds of rebellion sprout.

If anyone has a problem with that, they can look for him themselves. He knew it was a waste of time. A few days ago, all the magic connections for the captives who had gone to the north were severed.

The last captive must have died. With that, the sold royal family of Solbesia was destroyed. Had there been thirteen at one time, they would have been sacrificed somewhere along with those who were sold with them.

Nearly 500 natives of Solbesia, known for its abundance of magic power, and even the royal family were sold together. Had they been used properly, they could have activated most of the great magic, but judging by the disruption of the connection block, they died needlessly and uselessly in another place and under other circumstances.

Well, no matter. The merchants paid the price. He doesn’t care where they sell their goods or what the northern barbarians do to the natives.

“So, when?”

“W-what are you talking about?”

“The Son of God, or some such nonsense. When will it happen?”

“J-Just before dawn.”

The old man approached Kaienholt as if to ask if he believed him, and he struck him down with all his might.

“If nothing happens by dawn, I’ll have your head on a spike.”

“Wha!”

Something unusual happened behind the astonished mage.

A blinding light shone into the throne room where no sunlight should have shone. The light shimmered faintly, turning a cool blue like a clear sky, mixed with a vermilion color that resembled a burning flame.

“What’s going on?”

Five figures appear in front of the throne before the eyes of the frozen soldiers. A small man is standing in the middle. Strange-looking figures dressed in strange white robes are standing on their knees with their heads hanging around the throne.

“We have indeed seen the manifestation of a miracle.”

Said a woman’s voice. She is young, but there is a strange sense of power in her voice.

“As proof of my friendship with the holy legitimacy of the royal family, I now bring my demonic power to the throne room.”

“”We will restrain the savages who defile the throne room.””

Then, the four strange figures stood up. They held strange sticks and wore skull-shaped masks on their faces. The man in the middle looked familiar. He was a man who should not be here. He should have been tied up and sold by his own hands.

“…Y-You.”

The man’s eyes, filled with quiet anger, glowed red with magic.

That’s right. Incompetent, boasting inexhaustible magic power, but only able to use weather manipulation magic. A helpless child, protected only by the royal court. The fourth prince of Solbesia, who is supposedly dead.

“…Haidar?”

“You’re alive?”

“Oh yes. I have come back from the brink of death. To wipe away the sins I have left unpunished. My sin is that I left alive the vermin that devoured my kingdom before the innocent.”

“You…!”

Kaienholt finally came to his senses and shouted at the incompetents, who remained frozen in their seats.

“What are you doing? He’s a bandit impersonating the bloodline of the previous king, and he deserves to die for his crime! Kill him!”

As if awakened for the first time by the sound of his anger, the soldiers began to move. Just as they started to prepare their swords and spears, a strange light and roar erupted.

“Wha…!”

The soldiers fall to the ground, realizing that it is the intruders standing in front of the throne who have unleashed the light.

Strings of light flash by with countless flashes. They bounce off swords, armor, and walls, scattering death each time. Without taking a single step toward each other, the soldiers on his side are unilaterally overrun.

“That’s impossible.”

After a few moments, the silence returns. No one moves, and the only people standing are five heavily armed infantrymen with shields, who were strictly ordered to protect Kaienholt.

“…What the hell is this?”

The prince and his four men formed a circle and faced his shield-carrying bodyguards. The prince, who should have been helpless and incompetent, looked at him with calm eyes, without fear, trepidation, or hesitation.

“Kaienholt.”

The prince points his strange stick at him. The strange figures on either side of him also pointed similar sticks at him. This thing emits the light of death. It might be some kind of magic tool, but he had never seen or heard of such a thing before.

“In the name of the royal family of Solbesia, which was destroyed by you, I will strike down the dead. This is not justice.”

A group of soldiers rose up behind them, spears in hand, and before they could step forward, they were cut to pieces by the light fired by the prince’s guards.

“…It’s a personal grudge, false Demon King.”

Hearing his voice with a smile, a feeling of rage wells up in Kaienholt’s heart. It seems that he can’t allow himself to be defiled by a mortal, even though it’s a title he should have hated so much.

“False Demon King,” you say? What are you talking…”

One of the guards takes a step forward. A small figure, who seems to be a woman from the sound of her voice, points her hand at the other guard standing next to her.

“By some strange coincidence, we have come to help the prince. This man here is the true Demon King, the most powerful of all the Demon Kings. He is called the Demon God of Massacre. He is His Majesty Demon King Takifu Yoshua, the ruler of the Northern Demon King’s territory of Casemaian.”

The man who has removed his cover reveals his true face to Kaienholt and the others. He’s just an ordinary guy. There is no magic in him, and he has no mind or spiritual power.

“This is the first time we meet, Demon King in all but name. And this is where we part ways.”