Chapter 174: His Highness, the First Prince, Red
Coleman scoffed.
These lowly commoners weren’t worth his attention. He was the captain of the Imperial Guard, personally appointed by the First Prince!
This status alone placed him far above those still struggling at the starting line!
And Coleman was confident in his own abilities.
With a little more effort, clinging to the right thigh, he would soon become a member of the revered Imperial Guard, and then, who would dare mock him? Even those pampered nobles would have to bow before him!
Would they be as impressive as him?
Would they have the backing of the First Prince?
Seeing him, seeing the uniform he wore, wouldn’t they have to obediently submit, endure the Imperial Guard’s interrogation?
Coleman was smug.
So, given the opportunity, he would exert his authority, knowing everyone feared his status, feared the First Prince’s wrath and the Imperial Guard’s power.
“Get lost, while I’m still in a good mood!”
Coleman kicked Tiamat again, in the stomach, a pained cry echoing.
How could a child withstand the strength of an adult, especially a trained Imperial Guard captain?
“Ah! Ah… it hurts… it hurts so much… big sister…”
Tiamat clutched her stomach, writhing in pain on the ground, her beautiful red hair covered in dust.
She glanced at Lena across the street, her small hand reaching out…
Lena watched silently.
She could easily save Tiamat, but she hesitated.
In this world of the strong preying on the weak, only the useful survived. Lena could save a person, but not a useless one.
“Tsk…”
At times like this, she tended to overthink.
Lena didn’t consider herself a good person, but she couldn’t help but feel a pang of anger witnessing such blatant bullying, especially since Tiamat had been hurt while fetching flowers for her.
Should she…?
No, forget it.
Saving her would only be a burden, and it might even bring trouble.
Revealing her intentions prematurely was like digging her own grave, the First Prince’s power far greater than Moore’s…
The First Prince, Red, was incredibly cunning, the last surviving prince in the previous life’s rebellion, the true victor, his own strength at rank six, commanding a vast army of Imperial Guards.
He was one of the people Lena least wanted to provoke.
Yes.
Lena had made up her mind, mentally sentencing Tiamat to death.
But just as she turned to leave, she saw the flowers clutched tightly in Tiamat’s hand…
The flowers meant for her…
“I paid for these, retrieving my own belongings shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
Boom—
A giant Abomination descended from the sky, its massive form cracking the pavement, its gaping maw reeking.
It raised its bloodstained cleaver, charging towards the Imperial Guard.
Thump, thump, thump…
The guards trembled, their hearts pounding, fleeing in terror before the overwhelming power of the Abomination.
In an instant, only Coleman remained, facing the terrifying creature.
“So smelly!”
Coleman covered his nose and mouth, but the stench still invaded his senses, his mind reeling.
“Where did this undead creature come from?! Who is it?! Someone help!!”
Forgetting his pride, he knew he couldn’t face the giant Abomination alone, he needed the entire Imperial Guard.
Coleman dodged a swing of the cleaver, running towards his men.
Seeing Coleman being chased by a giant monster, the guards panicked, some even writing their wills.
Well, it wasn’t their fault, the Abomination was truly terrifying, its rotting flesh, the maggots crawling on its face, and the giant cleaver, like a final boss from a horror movie. Running away was a natural reaction.
“A single rank four undead creature scares you like this? What use are you to me, Red?”
A magnetic voice echoed, jolting everyone.
“Ah! It’s the First Prince! His magic!”
“The First Prince is here!”
“We’re saved!”
The First Prince, Red, appeared, his eyes cold as he looked at his cowardly subordinates.
Coleman scrambled towards Red, kneeling before him. “Your Highness, a sudden undead creature blocked our path, I suspect someone is trying to assassinate you, please be careful.”
His words were sincere and heartfelt.
But Red ignored him, walking towards the Abomination.
“It’s dangerous, Your Highness!”
How could a professional specializing in mental power engage in close combat with an Abomination? Coleman thought Red had gone mad.
“Roar—”
The Abomination roared, raising its cleaver, about to strike Red.
“A mere firefly daring to challenge the sun and moon.”
The refined-looking man adjusted his glasses, his pupils constricting, a smile playing on his lips.
A powerful mental shockwave erupted from him, pushing back the guards and nearby merchants.
“Pfft…”
Blood sprayed as bodies flew through the air, past Red, who was laughing maniacally.
“Ah! My eyes!!”
“My eyes hurt! I’m blind! I can’t see!!”
Screams filled the air.
Red had instantly incapacitated everyone who had seen the Abomination, and the Abomination itself had been reduced to dust by the mental attack.
This was his profession.
[Sacrificer]
Choosing a target, friend or foe, sacrificing their body to inflict mental damage equal to their rank on those around them.
Note that the damage was based on the sacrifice’s rank, and the mental attack was indiscriminate.
In other words, it was a carpet bombing, affecting everyone.
Survival depended on Red’s mood, and the sacrifice’s rank…
“Necromancer,” he said, looking at the only two who remained standing, a cold smile on his face.
“Impressive, Your Highness, your performance is always so spectacular.”
Lena clapped, Tiamat unharmed behind her.
“The young lady of the Falmouth family, my foolish sister’s fiancée, heh, I’ve always heard Diana talking about you, and now, seeing you withstand my mental attack unscathed, you’re truly remarkable.”
Red had always been curious about Lena.
After all, when he had learned that Diana had brought a woman home, claiming she was going to marry her, he had been eager to see this legendary Lena, the one who had captivated his sister.
He had also investigated her, the results less than impressive.
Playboy, slut, rich woman, bulldozer, scumbag, bitch, lesbian queen… so many titles for such a young woman, it was almost comical.
But Lena’s strength, like her beauty, was undeniable, having withstood his mental attack without flinching.
This was what puzzled Red the most.
How could Lena be “immune” to his mental attacks?
They were both rank six, there was no significant difference in their power.
Could it be…
Lena’s mental power was even stronger than his?!
Red’s expression hardened.
He couldn’t accept being surpassed in his own area of expertise.
It was like studying day and night, taking meticulous notes, only to be outperformed by a classmate who slept through every lecture, who then casually remarked, “It wasn’t that difficult.”
That’s exactly how Red felt right now.
