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Chapter 41 - The Final Stage

Impressive.

That is one word to describe Galen Urden.

Even Trudviar under the effects of a Berserker Potion will find dealing with this person in a duel is uncertain. It will be a slaughter though if Trudviar has the Godly Berserker Potion.

I push my musings from my mind to the empty void. I should stop entertaining on what-ifs, and just focus on my conviction. I try to feel my limbs, but they stubbornly remain unresponsive.

There are already burns on my left side, yet I no longer feel any pain. Even my nerves are dying, and my nervous system is failing me. I stand on my feet neither shaking nor freezing. With just a little bit of increment, I slide my foot forward summoning all of my efforts to get closer to Galen.

I stop addressing him as 'count' in my mind already. I shouldn't be so respectful to him, for he is just a pest— one with a name.

Galen is on his knees yet his gaze remains full of defiance desiring to inflict me with death.

"Looks like you are already on your last limbs, you abominable elf!"

This guy isn't so good at trash-talking. I should set myself as an example for him. Even though I am now weak from the clawing, punching, hugging, and throwing, I still maintain my arrogant façade. I have a right to be arrogant. After all, I am still standing, and he is not.

"You fucking pest~ abominable is the best shot you have? Must be hard to find fault in my beautiful visage. At the very least, I am indeed abominable— abominably beautiful!"

My words reek of narcissism. Though no matter how narcissistic it is, Galen cannot find fault in my words. That is just how 'great' the elf race is.

"Yo mama so fat…" I halt mid words realizing I am not really that good either at trash-talking. "You know what? Fuck you!" I flip the bird at Galen instead, earning a more ferocious glare from him.

Galen spits at me, his saliva flying into a parabola. It lands squarely on my face. "So petty…" I casually comment as I bite my own tooth, and using my tongue, flick it, and spit it at Galen.

My tooth flies into a straight line like a bullet. It hits his shoulder accurately as I intend it to. I repeat spitting another tooth and aiming it at the other shoulder rendering Galen completely defenseless.

It is funny how ferocious Galen is in engaging me in single combat unarmed when I am literally on 'fantasy' steroids. Even my spit can inflict damage at him on this rate, not to boast, but a fucking tooth will severely hurt him as the results speak for themselves.

"Don't get so ahead of yourself. It is time for your execution!"

I take a deep breath forcibly supplying my hurting lungs with oxygen. I take hurried steps and grab Galen by his collar. I drag him outside the burning Roswell Mansion ignoring the burns sticking to my skin. Galen cries in pain as the flames lick his bleeding wounds.

"Don't cry… The flames are very gentle!" I sense my sanity ignoring reason and simply revel in the crying of Galen. "Kyah~ you have cute screams! Don't die yet! Don't die yet! pLeaSEEEeee!"

The mania is slowly getting to me. I grab the open wound at Galen's shoulder courtesy of the tooth bullet. I press on it hard earning another painful cry from him. "Niiice~ still alive, eh? That's perfect!"

I don't know how long it should have been, but I feel as if it has been an eternity. With a single leap, I explosively arrive at the nearest and tallest building at the cost of one of my knees breaking into pieces.

I survey the surroundings with interest. It is total chaos out here. I see a lot of the county commoners doing bucket relays trying their best to kill the flames from the Roswell Mansion. Some of the flames are already spreading out of control and ought to spread their blazing devouring maw.

"Ah~ so is this the spirit of volunteerism? Incredible! These humans look like ants from here!"

I pretentiously gesture to the humans as I have Galen watch my performance. Like a tour guide, I present Galen with the 'hot' tourist spots of my latest masterpiece.

"Wow~ the flames are getting bigger! Look at that trails of flames! They are about to reach your territory's storage. That big shed is where you keep your grains, right? I wonder how many grains those have in store. Hey, hey! Answer me oh dear count!

"Do you see those blindly running commoners on the south side? That dude is a runner, I tell you, but what the fuck is that fox? It is running as if it is on drugs. Oh my! Did you see how that wild chicken just jumped out of nowhere and ripped that fucker's throat? The comedy is gold!

"Holy shit! Isn't that your watch tower? Look over, dear count! The Urden flag is no more, instead, it bears another! Do you see that? It is fucking beautiful! A flag born from the elves' hate for humanity. The white satin I used on the flag is the same one that a certain baron has his subordinate wave to show surrender… It is so dramatic, right?

"Guess whose blood was it that is used on that flag? It was your fucking son… or not… Hahaha, I am just fucking with you. Cannot even take a joke? You humans lack a fucking sense of humor! Don't worry, your son is still alive! I am just fooling around with you. I am so kind, right? I am showing you a bit of good news after all."

"AAaah fuck! My eyes are so blurry, but if I focus enough, I can regain some clarity. Oh shit! I wish you are seeing this count. Your main manor is being surrounded by your army, but they cannot get in! One elf is fucking barring their way as if he is some gate god!"

Under the illumination of the raging fire, I see the beautiful spectacle that is coming together. Galen's face distorts from the many emotions battling in his mind. In his blind rage, he tries to attack me by taking a bite of my throat.

I easily dodge him as his teeth cannot even reach me at arm's length.

"Chill, you dirty piece of shite! I cannot have you dying yet!"

I madly cackle further damaging Galen's psychological barriers. I am going to break, you, Galen, I will fucking destroy you. The big picture is slowly forming as the small pieces gather together.

The Urden County has four gates from each wall. These gates start opening up as the citizens of Urden County cannot take the dreadful chaos anymore. I jump lightly to another building and another until I find a higher perch where I can take a good look at the further debilitating chaos.

My grip on Galen's collar remains tight as I bring him up, and have him see his domain getting fucked up so badly the commoners are turning to chaos. The four gates open up with hordes of people of the lower class trying to escape in a panic. They cannot escape so easily though as the archers from the center watch tower are shooting at them in good sport.

"Hey, respectable count! Did you see that? One arrow hits three humans at once! It is freaking beautiful!" I sarcastically comment.

It sends a pleasurable shiver down my spine. To think that creating chaos is actually such an enjoyable affair. I am too happy to learn that there is something I can actually find joy in doing.

Maybe in my past life, I won't be such a neet if I am able to learn of this passion so much earlier. The career path of a 'terrorist' is a thorny one, yet it is a work I find joy in doing.

I wish I am hearing myself, but the madness in my heart has long been fermenting.

And now, its roots bear itself from the dirty soil of irrationality. The small seed is slowly piercing the dark soil layer, covers it from the elements, and nourishes it with miasma. Drizzling it are the murky blood of the dead, and warming it is the hateful blackening that the eclipse brings. The decay will then stimulate this seed's growth with the bones of the dead as fertilizer. The stench of rot will then spread to the world like the mad ravings of the crow while they feast on what is left.

I would love not to fall into such madness, for I wish to protect the purity of my memories. In my death, I shall find peace. And hopefully, the peace of the elves, maybe not tomorrow, but in the future to come.

"Mother, I will join you soon…"

In my mad revelry and reminiscence of the heart, I suddenly hear the loud trumpeting of the horn thus signaling the arrival of the Beyronald King's army.

Finally, the stage is set.