Repeat Vice - The Villainous Noble Doesn't Want to Die, So He Swore to Not Die As One of The Four Heavenly Kings - Chapter 84: Conclusion

Chapter 84: Conclusion

At that moment, Fol witnessed something for the first time.

Carla drawing her sword—or more precisely, sheathing it.

A white giant tiger monster that suddenly appeared with a storm.

The overwhelming pressure and instinctive fear made it impossible to move just by confronting it.

However, the monster, which exceeded all expectations, was split in two and died before it could take any action.

Asteria, terrified, sat down weakly, while Meilin was left dumbfounded and unable to move.

It was clear who had done it.

Fol hadn’t seen Carla draw her sword or even use it to  cut something.

Only the fact that she had cut remained.

When Carla noticed Fol’s wide-eyed stare, she quickly bowed her head.

“…It was a very dangerous monster, so I took the liberty of dealing with it. I apologize for overstepping, Lady Faratiana.”

Fol hastily stopped Carla, who seemed about to prostrate herself.

“N-No, it’s fine! Why are you apologizing? You saved us. I thought I had gotten stronger, but I still have a long way to go.”

Despite witnessing Carla’s exceptional sword skills, Fol interacted with her as usual, scratching her cheek with a wry smile. Carla, overwhelmed with emotion, took her hand.

“That’s not true! Lady Fol, you are the best!”

“O-Oh… what’s gotten into you all of a sudden…”

Fol, taken aback by Carla’s fervent response, recoiled slightly.

Their interaction eased the tension, and Asteria’s expression softened.

Meilin, staring intently at Carla, muttered softly.

“With hair as red as fresh blood, a youthful appearance, and a sword so fast it’s invisible—no doubt, it’s the ‘Heavenly Sword’ of Lightless.”

Carla twitched in response to Meilin’s murmur.

‘Heavenly Sword.’

It was a title given to Carla—known as the dark knight Kaldera Idea Coldvark.

“…You know of me?”

“How could I not? I am, after all, part of the military. I’ve heard the rumors. I never thought I’d meet the third seat of the dark knights of the Lightless family here.”

Bowing respectfully, Meilin added, “It’s an honor.” Carla, narrowing her eyes briefly, smiled.

“Please, call me Carla… I dislike that title. Numbers mean nothing unless you’re the head. Isn’t that right, leader of the Kingdom’s Magic Corps?”

“Y-Yes… I understand. I’ll be careful from now on, Carla.”

Despite Carla’s cold tone beneath her smile, Meilin nodded, holding her breath.

Ignoring their exchange, Asteria looked at Fol with concern.

Fol was staring intently at the sky—at Rofus.

“…Hey, what’s wrong?”

“No… I heard a voice…”

Fol thought she heard something.

It was a faint voice that could be dismissed as a mishearing.

But the words she heard were something Fol couldn’t ignore.

The mysterious voice warned her that Rofus was in danger.

The battle in the sky was almost settled, and even from a distance, it was clear Rofus had won.

The white demonized opponent had already returned to human form and seemed to have lost the will to fight.

Despite this, Fol felt an inexplicable unease.

Impulsively, Fol dramatically increased her magical power.

If something happened to Rofus, it would be too late.

“——Luna. A breath attack, maximum power, now!”

“Lady Fol!?”

Carla exclaimed in surprise, but Fol ignored her and continued to increase her magical power.

Lunamare, who appeared behind her, sighed and transformed.

Lunamare’s seahorse-like body elongated like a snake, and its scales stood up sharply.

With a pair of spiral horns on its head and a mouth lined with sharp teeth, Lunamare transformed into a dragon.

In its water dragon form, Lunamare absorbed Fol’s magical power, generating a large amount of water within its body.

Then it opened its mouth and unleashed a high-pressure water breath towards Rofus’ back.

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At the same time, on the airship.

The sudden appearance and disappearance of the giant firebird caused a great commotion among the members of the Crimson Wind.

Just when they thought they were in a dire situation, a sudden lightning strike pierced the firebird.

On the deck of the airship, the members of the Crimson Wind were fighting off bird-shaped summoned beasts flying around, using Riruka’s magic, Hawk’s magic gun, and Elma’s bow for long-range attacks.

Naturally, everyone was left in shock at the sudden appearance and disappearance of the firebird.

In the midst of this, a wind blew past Riruka.

It was a wind that now felt nostalgic, after about three years—the guidance of the Wind God.

The wind clearly conveyed the Wind God’s will to Riruka.

She had never received such a clear message before.

Receiving the Wind God’s will, Riruka muttered, “No way…” and turned her attention to the battle in the sky—to Rofus—with a look of alarm.

Without hesitation, she cast a spell, putting all her remaining magic into it.

It was the wind slash technique once used by the Despia of the Butcher Wings—[Calm Severance].

Riruka had adapted it, maximizing its magic efficiency and quality, creating a vacuum blade.

The vacuum blade, consuming Riruka’s magic, became a giant slash aimed at Rofus’ back.

It goes without saying that the members of the Crimson Wind, present there, were astonished at Riruka suddenly unleashing such a powerful spell.

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At the same time.

Abel sat on the roof of a house in the city, looking up at the sky, watching the battle of white and black.

‘…Rofus, turns out he’s not the protagonist but the final boss.’

The blue fireball reincarnated soul uttered in an exasperated voice as Rofus, in his demonized form, displayed an overwhelmingly one-sided fight.

Rofus, the only character not demonized in the original story.

Abel felt he saw part of the reason why.

No one would be able to win against such an opponent, Abel murmured resignedly.

Watching the demonized Raymond with his emerald magic, Abel wondered if he could have won against that… if he hadn’t been sealed at that time, while drinking a potion.

Surely, in his current state without blessings, he wouldn’t have stood a chance and would have had to rely on the blue fireball’s magical items.

He was still weak.

He needed to become stronger, he resolved anew, as countless sparks of fire danced at the edge of his vision.

“…!”

It was Abel’s first time receiving the guidance of the Fire God.

The Fire God’s command echoed in Abel’s mind.

The directive from the Fire God was to eliminate the enemy.

Eliminate the enemy threatening Rofus immediately, and under no circumstances let Rofus handle it himself—that was the order.

“This is too sudden…!”

Receiving the will of the Fire God, Abel grumbled but quickly concentrated the azure flames in his hands.

The target was the distortion in space behind Rofus.

“What, what’s going on!? Why so sudden!?”

“Apparently, Rofus is in danger!”

Replying to the surprised blue fireball reincarnate, Abel prepared to unleash the compressed azure flames—when, for some reason, he was stopped by the Fire God.

“—Huh!? Why…!?”

Suppressing the urge to cast the spell, Abel questioned aloud.

From the Fire God, he received the simple reply: “It’s no longer necessary.”

Shortly after, the three elements of lightning, water, and wind pulverized the multiple dragon species that had appeared behind Rofus.

“Vallum, Riruka, and… is that Faratiana…?”

Abel muttered in surprise.

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At a corner of the city near the outskirts of the royal capital, a dome-shaped barrier of light was deployed.

Inside were gathered academy students and protected residents.

The senior magic-using faculty members had joined the knight brigade to rescue the citizens who had been left behind.

The barrier of light completely prevented the entry of summoned beasts, and the caster of this barrier sat cross-legged on the roof of a house, watching the battle in the sky.

The academy headmaster, Einberl.

Next to him, a white orb floated gently.

“…Hmm. It seems unnecessary now. But it appears that Rofus has become quite popular.”

The headmaster stopped casting light magic and chuckled merrily.

“But the ‘Dark God’ is also quite cunning. To think they would… No, perhaps they have simply run out of options.”

The white orb flickered and then disappeared.

The headmaster tilted his head.

“Hmm… It seems I should have a talk with Rofus.”

Just after muttering this, the three elemental flows flashed in the sky.

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“…Such a well-timed intervention was unexpected. You should thank Vallum and the others. If you had intercepted it yourself, we would have… won.”

Raymond, with a blade through his heart, looked at the dragon species disintegrating into particles of light and spoke.

Rofus narrowed his eyes, wondering if something had been done to the dragons.

A type of spell that activates in response to specific attacks or individual magic—either a countermeasure or a special trap.

Now that the dragon species had turned into particles of light, not even Rofus could analyze the spell.

However, the emerald magic clinging to the scattered particles felt very unpleasant.

Rofus glared at Raymond.

“The results speak for themselves. No matter what you say, it’s just sour grapes from the loser.”

“Indeed, I am utterly defeated. And my time to speak as myself is running out—this must be the effect of this wretched cursed tool.”

The blade stuck in Raymond.

It was a dagger borrowed from Abel, which forcibly turns its target into a ghost.

From the beginning, Rofus aimed to use this dagger on Raymond.

This cursed tool, with its trait of forcibly ghosting the target, separating the soul from the body, was the only effective solution to break the current situation.

From the moment the reincarnated Abel handed over this dagger, Rofus had envisioned the path to this point.

Though he hadn’t expected to be teleported all the way to the Empire.

Emerald magic rapidly drained from Raymond’s pierced wound.

Raymond, as if a burden had been lifted, lowered his eyes.

“Mind corruption, indeed. It was like living a nightmare… Vallum, I’m glad you survived. Sorry for the trouble.”

“Something like that wouldn’t kill me.”

Vallum said casually, to which Raymond smiled wryly and then looked at Rofus.

“…You took care of me.”

“Indeed.”

“If you can convey it, I wish to apologize to your ‘Shadow Wolf’ self as well. Last time, my weakness led me astray. I’m sorry.”

“Unlike you, I won’t be possessed again.”

At Rofus’ words, Raymond quietly closed his eyes.

“I see… I also wanted to apologize to Ogas and Anne, but time is up…”

With the complete drainage of emerald magic, the consciousness of the ‘Second Demon King Raymond’ was separated from his body.

Raymond, now a ghost, turned into particles of light and ascended to the heavens.

It was as if he were achieving salvation.

‘Rofus… I entrust the world to you.’

The ‘Second Demon King Raymond’ smiled one last time and disappeared into the light.

The particles of light returned to the sky.

“Don’t entrust me with such a grand task. Fulfill your ideals with your own hands—Raymond.”

Holding the unconscious Raymond, whose spirit had left his body, Rofus muttered.

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Shortly after the disappearance of the “Second Demon King,” the summoned beasts, having lost their control, became even more ferocious.

Of the enormous number of summoned beasts unleashed upon the royal capital, 80% had been exterminated by the knight brigade, the mage corps, and Rofus’ shadow familiars.

The remaining 20% that still survived were mostly extremely powerful individuals that couldn’t be completely eradicated.

The summoned beasts, which had previously focused on destructive activities, changed their behavior.

Their focus shifted from destruction to slaughter.

The “Second Demon King’s” goal was primarily to render the capital non-functional, and he had issued such instructions to the summoned beasts.

However, now that the “Second Demon King” was gone, the summoned beasts reverted to their inherent instincts as monsters.

Their primary drive became feeding on prey to satisfy their hunger and the cruelty of tormenting the weak.

Changing their behavior pattern, the summoned beasts began to roam the capital in search of prey.

They now turned their attention to the refuges where citizens were taking shelter, which they had previously ignored.

Monsters, too powerful for the knight brigade and the mage corps to defeat, began approaching the shelters to devour the gathered citizens.

This was a genuine crisis for the citizens.

But then, the movement of the summoned beasts stopped.

More precisely, thorny vines extending from the ground entangled and restrained the summoned beasts.

The thorny vines appeared all over the royal capital.

Seventy-two towering pillars of thorns rose into the sky, surrounding the capital.

The pillars of thorns emitted magic, enveloping the capital in a magical membrane.

This was a grand spell activated by Annegerdt after extensive preparations.

A barrier of thorns covering the entire royal capital.

The enchantment of the barrier was designed to forcibly send back monsters summoned through summoning magic.

The thorny vines emerging from the ground constricted the summoned beasts and dragged them into subspace holes that opened in the ground.

In an instant, the summoned beasts vanished.

Rofus, watching this scene from above, widened his eyes in amazement and then smirked.

“A barrier of thorns…! Annegelt!”

This exceeded Rofus’ expectations… no, it surpassed his highest expectations.

It was a meticulously crafted top-tier barrier, one that even Rofus found mesmerizing.

“This precision at this scale… August must have helped, but to succeed so easily…”

“…It seems I was useless this time.”

Vallum, dissolving his golden dragon form, shrugged self-deprecatingly.

Rofus chuckled.

“Kukku… Indeed.”

“I was hoping for some consolation, like ‘that’s not true’…”

“No, no, you were utterly useless. You probably got caught off guard and teleported.”

“Raymond was the opponent. Anyone would be careless.”

After a brief laugh, Rofus stared intently at Vallum.

“Aren’t you going to ask anything? About Raymond.”

“…That was Raymond, but it wasn’t Raymond. For me, that’s all the information I need.”

Moreover, Vallum continued.

“If it’s necessary, you’ll tell me yourself.”

Rofus widened his eyes at Vallum’s straightforward gaze.

Then, unable to contain it, he burst out laughing, clutching his stomach.

It was such a hearty laugh that Vallum furrowed his brows.

After a good laugh, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, Rofus spoke.

“…One day, if I feel like it, I’ll tell you.”

“What does that mean?”

With that conversation concluded, the two descended to the ground.

Carrying the unconscious Raymond.