Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 513 - 348: So Small (Part 2)

Chapter 513: Chapter 348: So Small (Part 2)

The paper insects in the hall were executing those who still had breath, and the wailing gradually faded away, like the tide.

Malin didn’t make a move, he just watched the dark figure descend the stairs.

Next to him, the grand floor clock opened its little door, and mechanical birds poked out from the trees, declaring the arrival of the hour.

The dark figure moved, he drew a black sword from his own body.

"What you have given us today, we shall duly return."

"That line should be mine to say, actually."

Malin reached out, Fio transformed into a sheath in his hand, he sheathed the paper and put the sword back at his waist, looking at the man before him, "Go ahead, sir, if you can still talk after we’re done, I have a lot more to say—"; with his left hand, he raised the sheath to block the longsword that was cleaving towards him, Malin turned with the motion, diverting his opponent’s strike while drawing his longsword and stabbing it into his chest.

The dark figure screamed, and the next second, a boot with a hard sole kicked into the dark figure’s belly, causing a dull impact sound, and the dark figure was kicked against the wall.

"Why, even scum like you can threaten me, even scum like you dares to kill the children who serve me, are the other children dead too?" Malin stood his ground, watching the man get back up.

Those children were orphans, do you know how many like them die every winter here?

The dark figure cracked a smile.

At least half, you don’t know, do you think the money you give them is helping them? No, they just get robbed, and then killed by adults, the moment they took your money, they were already dead! It’s you who killed them!

"Scum!" Malin’s spiritual energy slammed the dark figure straight into the wall, "I am the one who hired them! I am their protector! I will hang anyone who dares to hurt them! Just like I’m killing you today! Do you think those people could escape my blade?! Do you think your lies and sophistry could confuse me?!"

With a clench of his hand, the spiritual energy gripped like a claw, the dark figure was lifted then slammed heavily to the ground.

Malin turned, facing the old lady from the Moriti family who had stepped through the portal, "You’ve arrived."

"Child, that’s enough, so much blood has been spilled already." The old lady shook her head at Malin, "For a child with no family, you’ve done more than many saints could ever manage."

"No, I don’t think it’s enough, because this world will still devour children like him, and you, you’re here trying to make me spare a murderer." Malin lifted his head to look at the lady.

"Yes, for the sake of the Mage Tower..." The old lady tried to approach, but found Lorrin standing between her and his master.

Malin shook his head, "Lady, you need to understand something, I am a Red-robe Assistant Priest, you can’t suppress me with your status from the Mage Tower, so what exactly is this faction all about."

"He serves the royal family, dealing with matters that the royals find inconvenient to handle themselves." The old lady halted her approach, retreating two steps back.

Because Mana, transformed into its insect form, had already moved to her left side, crawling on the wall with its cold vertical pupils staring at its prey, and Melo, holding two shotguns, paced through the desks on the right, with his one eye peeking out from behind them now and then.

"So what exactly is the grudge between Rewo and the Farole royal family, that they would take such a risk to kill her?" Malin finished, waiting for an answer.

The old lady hesitated to speak, but Malin was patient—after all, one should respect the elderly and cherish the young.

Lady, don’t speak.

The figure over there said so.

Then he was lifted up, and then smashed to the ground.

Until the old lady stopped Malin’s repetitive actions.

"Her grandfather was a Prince of Farole, and our reigning King died on the battlefield, leaving but a daughter... and now, some southern nobles want to welcome back this princess..."

"All for some nonsensical business, they ambushed my men in the middle of the night, demanding that I hand her over to Rewo... Who gave them the audacity? Was it you, lady?" After saying this, Malin pinned the Assistant Priest badge to his chest.

"Of course not, Lord Malin, but, you should know, there’s someone who could make me keep quiet."

"Rewo’s sister?" Malin immediately understood, and then he laughed without restraint, "Just because the sister has returned, they want to kill her, Her Majesty the Queen indeed has quite the personality, just because of ancestral blood, she wants to kill her own sister?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the dark figure, as if reinvigorated, broke free from Malin’s restraint, howling as he lunged at Malin: "Scoundrel! You shall not insult the royal family!"

Then he was bisected at the waist by the battle sickle formed by the paper insects, Malin flicked his hands, and the papers on the desk swept up and combined, eventually a short spear pierced through the figure’s chest and pinned it to the wall.

Malin snapped his fingers, and the paper insects retreated once more, then he looked up at the old lady before him, "Rewo is a guest following me, she is of the noble families of Carterburg, whether it’s you or whatever else out there, no one can take her from me, she is mine."

"I know, but others might not think so, Lord Malin," said the old lady with a bitter smile.

"Then make it clear to them with death, I don’t mind if someone is stupid enough to die by their own hand, so today, I came here to tell these wretches with the sword in my hand and the power I possess not to touch my people, I’m really curious why they have so little respect for me, they don’t even call me assistant priest, darn it, I’m clearly the Red-robe Assistant Priest of the Goddess of Harvest, why do they disrespect me so."

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