Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 500 - Chapter 500 Chapter 482 The Decline of the Demon Hunter (Two

Chapter 500: Chapter 482: The Decline of the Demon Hunter (Two in One)_2 Chapter 500: Chapter 482: The Decline of the Demon Hunter (Two in One)_2 As soon as he finished speaking, his entire presence suddenly expanded, and his eyes even flashed with an eager light.

Roger lowered his head and remained silent.

He discerned some information from Gawain’s words, things he had never mentioned during their secretive conversations when Roger assumed his Ghost persona.

Moreover, due to soul damage, the memories absorbed by Dilio’s mask were fragmented, lacking any pertinent information.

Roger wisely chose not to continue the topic, “What do you want from me?”

Gawain’s mouth curved upwards, his usually gentle smile now seeming somewhat eerie.

“You finally couldn’t suppress your desires. Since you’ve been gone for a while, Bedivere must be dead,” he said.

“You killed him, didn’t you?”

“That’s none of your business,” Roger replied coldly.

“How can it be none of my business?”

“We have been openly and secretly vying for nearly a hundred years. Tell me, is there anyone who understands you better than I do?”

A chill ran down Roger’s spine.

“Out with it, what do you really want to do?”

Roger feigned irritation, suddenly raising his hand, and in his right hand appeared a frosty weapon.

“This is the suburbs, there’s no one around; you should know what I’m about to do next, right?”

“Ha-ha!”

“Truth be told, I really do feel like getting some exercise.”

“But I didn’t come here to fight with you today. I just want to make you a proposal.”

“By killing Bedivere, you are now the sole candidate for commander. If you gain Green’s favor in the coming period and have the chance to replace him,”

Gawain offered a smile.

“then everything we have discussed today, as well as before, will have never happened.”

The expression on Roger’s disguised face as Lancelot eased somewhat.

“But if, he still doesn’t choose you and instead picks someone else…”

“Then I think maybe we could try to cooperate just this once.”

“Don’t be in a hurry to refuse.”

“I am simply pointing out a possibility. When the time comes, I shall find a way to release the shackles in your soul.”

“Get lost, I don’t want to hear another word uttered from your mouth!”

Roger roared, interrupting Gawain.

“Think about it, it’s just a backup option, one you might never need.”

“But just in case…”

Gawain looked at Roger with a smug smile, his tone questioning but his face exuding certainty.

Just as he had once suggested.

He knew Lancelot’s character well and knew many more secrets. He was sure that the man before him would follow his own plans, step by step, towards that predestined fate.

But at that moment, a cold voice suddenly interrupted.

“Just in case?”

“There are no just in cases left.”

The air in a corner of the room rippled like water, and amidst the ripples, a woman holding the Holy Grail appeared.

Upon seeing the unexpected Gaharad, Gawain’s complexion changed, his presence swelling and then suddenly contracting in an instant.

In just one breath, Gawain had regained his composure.

With a frosty demeanor, Gaharad gave Roger a cold glance, “Mr. Lancelot, you have been absent for quite some time, attracting attention from the Knight Commander and certain high-ranking members of the Privy Council.”

As she spoke, her gaze eventually settled on Gawain.

“No need to look any further, Mr. Green isn’t here.”

“A traitor is hardly worth the notice of the Fourth Tier.”

She displayed a mocking smile.

“If Mr. Green really were here, you probably would already be dead by now.”

A strange light flickered across Gawain’s eyes, and he shook his head lightly, somewhat relieved.

“That remains to be seen,” he said.

Numerous thoughts flashed through Gawain’s mind as he analyzed the current situation. At first, he thought it was just a trap set by Lancelot, aiming to lure him out.

However, quickly after, the words spoken by Gaharad dispelled that suspicion.

It seems that during the time of Lancelot’s disappearance, Galahad also had been searching for him; hence, the moment he reappeared, he was immediately sought out by the latter.

But Gawain had no idea that the situation before him was deliberately arranged by Roger.

Previously, Galahad had appeared at his estate holding the Holy Grail, which had given Roger some in-depth understanding of this woman.

The mask merely changed the external form and some disguised energy; the true essence was the Inheritance Core of Lancelot.

Roger knew that as long as he took out the Sword of Frost and activated the energy within it, it wouldn’t be long before Galahad would come upon hearing the news.

As for whether Gawain would appear, Roger was not sure.

He simply guessed that Gawain must have had his reasons for beguiling Lancelot, and as long as Lancelot killed Bedivere, he would take further actions.

Although there were some variables and certain risks in the whole process, from the current situation, it had largely achieved what Roger had envisioned beforehand.

With the Holy Grail in hand disappearing, Galahad stepped out from the corner, and the three of them stood in different directions, very close to each other, forming a triangle.

“Mr. Lancelot, Knight Commander Green is very worried about your disappearance; he will personally meet with you upon your return.”

“But I believe that if we can bring back the head of a traitor, Knight Commander Green will surely be very pleased.”

A subtle energy briefly flashed across Galahad’s body, yet she made no mention of the conversation they had previously shared.

Roger stood in place, simply gripping his weapon tightly, but not answering any questions.

“Two against one.”

“To be frank, among the 12 Round Table Knights, your strength, Galahad, has always been a mystery.”

Gawain let out a cold chuckle.

“Perhaps the mystery will be unveiled today.”

“Although I take pleasure in battle, I would like to ask before it begins…”

“Beautiful Galahad, are you the candidate to replace Lancelot as the Knight Commander?”

“Tsk tsk, though no news has leaked out privately, to be honest, many are curious about what you and Green did in that house.”

Gawain at night was not as gentle as he was by day; he was sinister and cold. As his tone increased, some changes began to manifest in him.

“Despicable creature!”

Galahad roared, and in the next second, she appeared before Gawain like a ghost.

“You’re not Gawain; the man I know, even for the sake of freedom, would never utter such filthy words.”

As Galahad’s figure appeared beside him, Gawain seemed to have been prepared.

A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes; he raised his hand, and a knife, dark as the night, suddenly flickered. The weapon in Gawain’s hand melded almost seamlessly with the darkness–ruthless, swift and silent.

He seemed to have already anticipated Galahad’s reaction, waiting for her to impale herself on his knife’s edge.

“Let me personally assess your qualifications.”

Although Gawain’s words were directed at Galahad, they sounded more like he was speaking to Roger standing not far from him.

“What qualifications do you have to replace Lancelot as a Knight Commander candidate?!”

Gawain stepped forward, his muscles bulging, and his entire form undergoing a massive change.

“I hate this appearance of mine.”

“Look, I am such a warm person.”

“Swish, swish, swish!”

Gawain suddenly slashed dozens of times in an instant.

The scene was very eerie, with one acting unexpectedly and the other fully prepared, their movements as if rehearsed countless times.

Roger watched coldly from the sidelines. Gawain’s fighting ability displayed in the dark was very strong, but what surprised him was not Gawain.

It was the always beautiful and well-known Galahad.

Roger caught a fleeting glimpse of darkness, then a dense series of slicing sounds followed.

In just an instant, Galahad was struck by dozens of slashes, her clothes torn apart, revealing the body beneath.

Thump!

Galahad hit the wall behind her; the wooden structure of the house could not withstand such an impactful force, and amidst a cloud of debris, Galahad broke through the wall.

Gawain took a deep breath, as if to draw the surrounding darkness into his body.

The weapon in his hand changed shape, elongating at both ends, with a point of white light flickering at its tip.

He took a step forward.

“Honestly, I’m very disappointed.”

Clenching the weapon in his hand, Gawain’s power burst forth.

[Gleam of Night]

The lance pierced the darkness, chasing after Galahad, who was sent flying backward.