The Terminally Ill Young Master is the Mad Dog of the Underworld
Chapter 246

[Translator - Pot ]

[Proofreader - Kawaii ]

Chapter 246: The Scheme Completed

The 8th Branch of the Black Society.

They were the seeds of the Dark King that had taken root in the underworld of the Grunewald Duchy.

"Branch Chief, it seems Kreutzel is absolutely unforgivable this time."

At the anger of his direct subordinate Gilbert, 8th Branch Chief Schelde nodded his head.

"Both of them crossed the line this time. Kreutzel, and that bastard Diamando too."

"Yes. Bugs that crawl up without knowing their place should be caught and killed."

"Hahaha."

Schelde laughed with a grin.

"This is why the underworld is interesting. There are always crazy bastards who do shit like this, aren't there?"

"Interesting? This isn't the time for that."

Gilbert sighed at his superior's carefree attitude.

"You don't need to get so excited. Let's go cold-bloodedly, cold-bloodedly."

Schelde said while brushing up his green hair.

"You've taken all the measures, right?"

"Yes."

They were people who had been hardened by experience in this underworld.

It wasn't exactly their first time dealing with this kind of emergency situation.

"We've cut off Valkenhain's hands and feet. We struck them down and annihilated them in one blow."

"Well done."

"How dare those rolling stones from foreign lands try to carry out operations in this underworld. Unacceptable."

At Gilbert's sneer, Schelde chuckled.

"Strictly speaking, we're also rolling stones."

"We're different. We came to pull out the stuck stones and take over this turf."

"Hahaha."

Gilbert continued speaking.

"Kreutzel is hiding quite well, but that's also just a matter of time."

"That's right."

Schelde nodded his head.

"Those mage bastards are too intoxicated with the fact that they can use magic."

"Yes. It's a fucking stupid superiority complex."

In preparation for such situations, the Black Society naturally also raised mages.

Tracking, assassination, infiltration, espionage, surveillance.

They cultivated mages capable of anything and spread them throughout each branch.

"You two."

"Yes."

Two mages wearing robes straightened their backs at Schelde's call.

"You continue tracking Kreutzel's presence. There will definitely be a moment when he reveals his presence."

"Understood."

"And Gilbert."

"Please speak."

Schelde commanded.

"Go find Diamando yourself. This is the final ultimatum."

From Schelde's eyes, which had been holding a gentle smile, a frosty killing intent flowed out.

"If he doesn't cooperate this time either, Capture his family and kill them in front of him. Make him regret of being born."

How could he say such words in such a calm tone?

"...Understood."

At times like this, Gilbert was afraid of Schelde.

* * *

"Young master, no, Karzan. Though you seemed reckless, you very effectively secured the other party's cooperation."

"Is that so?"

We were lying in ambush on the warehouse roof, quietly looking down at Diamando's office where the corpses had been cleanly cleared away.

"By the way, Young Lady."

"Yes."

"That's quite a high level of stealth technique."

If I didn't have the Dark Star ability of the Seven Stars of the Black Sea Technique, our stealth levels would probably have been nearly equal.

"...The Falling Star Beneath the Azure Night Cultivation technique I learned itself involves drawing power instantly from a natural state where presence is extremely erased."

Siena explained.

"The mystery of relaxation that releases strength and erases presence to blend into the surroundings connects with stealth techniques in many ways."

"I see."

I had already confirmed with my own eyes the level of martial arts that Valkenhain had built up.

"The world of martial arts is vast and deep."

"Yes. But in the end, even extremes connect."

After finishing our brief chat, I lowered my voice again.

"In any case, Young Lady. You know Kreutzel's face, right?"

"Of course."

Our plan was simple.

'When Kreutzel comes to meet Diamando, activate the encirclement we've laid in layers to capture him.'

The plan was simple, but it was an encirclement with me, Siena, Reinholdt, Knut, and even Zizek joining in.

No matter how elusive a master thief Kreutzel might be, it wouldn't be easy to shake us off.

'If he does escape, I'll have to acknowledge that.'

It would mean he's a truly amazing bastard.

"He'll appear soon. Let's be ready to move at any time."

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However, things in this world don't always flow according to plan.

"Young Lady, is that person Kreutzel?"

"...No. Who could that be?"

A black-clothed person with an ominous aura and suspicious appearance was walking toward the warehouse.

The problem was that it wasn't Kreutzel.

"This is absurd."

I unleashed the Insight Star.

"...That bastard is from the Black Society."

From that man came the scent of demonic mana that I had once felt from Huten.

"Is that really true?"

"Yes."

I confirmed it.

"Of all times for him to appear now, things won't go smoothly."

Things involving the Black Society were always like that. Unlike other times, things didn't flow according to intention.

'Just like when facing Verdzig.'

But the same applied to them.

How could they have dared to predict that I had come ahead of time to lay the groundwork?

"Please wait here for a moment. I'll go meet Brother Knut and Sir Reinholdt."

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"It seems the rat bastard caught the scent. Kreutzel is nowhere to be seen, and a Black Society lackey appeared instead."

Knut and Reinholdt, who had been lying in ambush, crossed their arms simultaneously as if by agreement.

"It feels like hunting a very cunning fox. He already caught the scent?"

"Of course that guy is extremely crafty. Stealing from Valkenhain's treasury and escaping is definitely not an easy task."

Though it goes without saying, Kreutzel is skilled enough in thievery to be called the kingdom's best.

'If he's survived long in this world with such a reputation, he must be no ordinary person.'

"He might be watching from somewhere right now."

Then Knut clenched and unclenched his fist as he spoke.

"Cunning prey often shake off predators in all sorts of ways. That rabbit dug another burrow and was spying on the situation from there."

"Kreutzel will definitely deal with Diamando. Because there was such an implicit premise, he might have been wary of exactly that."

I grinned wickedly.

"For a bastard who rose to greatness through thievery, he's truly formidable."

"Really so."

Then Reinholdt spoke.

"It's fine. I've planted a tracking scent, so wherever he is, we can find him."

He pulled out a pendulum from his chest.

"He'll be wherever this pendulum points."

"I see."

I muttered while looking at the alleys packed with buildings.

"Somewhere in there, Kreutzel is hiding and watching the situation."

But even I couldn't yet detect his exact location.

'If he had that level of stealth technique as a martial artist, he definitely wouldn't be below me.'

But if he's a mage, the story is a bit different.

The miracles those bastards perform definitely have a different nature from martial arts in many ways.

Even a low-level mage can easily accomplish flight, which martial artists like us can hardly perform.

'Therefore, it's best to respond to magic with magic.'

The pendulum is also an artifact imbued with magic. At times like this, it would be much more reliable than most martial artists.

"When Kreutzel moves, please track him, both of you."

"Allenvert, what are you planning to do?"

At Knut's question, I replied.

"I'll go directly into the office to observe the situation."

I melted into the darkness of night, combining the Dark Star ability with the stealth technique of the Whispering Snow in the Night.

* * *

The man sent by the Black Society had a short stature with a sturdy build and a blunt impression.

'What strange tattoos he's covered himself with, disgusting pig.'

Below his shortly cropped hair, ancient characters were carved here and there. He looked exactly like a Black Society thug.

"Damn it, so it's useless no matter what you say to me?"

Diamando showed irritation as if tired of the interrogation.

"Kreutzel didn't even come anyway. Whether he changed his mind or is trying to screw me over too, I don't know, but he didn't even show his nose."

"Consider it heaven's luck that he hasn't come yet."

The Black Society man said with a blunt face.

"Otherwise, you would have had to pay the price with death without even having a chance to hear our final ultimatum."

"Ha. Are you daring to threaten me?"

Diamando sneered, but the man didn't bat an eye.

"A fence acting all high and mighty looks pathetic."

"But why is this damn bastard so high-handed?"

However, Diamando was also not a man who would back down in terms of courage.

'I know that well since I beat the shit out of him myself.'

He was a guy whose spirit wouldn't break until he got the hell beaten out of him.

But there aren't many guys in this underworld who can keep their necks stiff like that even in front of Black Society executives.

'Amazing bastard, really.'

I mentally applauded while listening to their conversation.

"Hey, Gilbert. If you have something to say, say it briefly and fuck off. I'm not your subordinate, so what's with this dog-like attitude?"

When Diamando showed irritation, the man called Gilbert said.

"I'll speak directly. Refuse the deal."

"What if I don't want to?"

"You and all your family members will suffer terrible fates."

"...!"

Diamando's eyebrows twitched, but he didn't suddenly get angry.

'Well, of course. He just got properly beaten by me once.'

He seemed to finally realize that if he got involved in the power struggle over the Ebony Oath, someone like him wouldn't even be able to collect his bones.

"Damn it, this is too dirty to handle."

Finally, Diamando raised both hands, half sincere and half keeping his promise with me.

"That damn Ebony Oath or whatever, you guys can fight and squabble among yourselves as you please. This is too brutal for me to do business."

He wasn't stupid enough to not read the crisis and act up.

In the end, Diamando chose to accept the warning and step back.

"Can I trust you?"

"I don't say two things with one mouth."

"Then press this when he comes looking."

Gilbert pulled out some artifact from his chest.

It seemed to be for signaling.

"Ridiculous. Do we really need to go this far?"

Diamando frowned.

"You guys will be continuously monitoring this place anyway, won't you?"

"So, we're trying to test your credibility by whether you use this artifact or not."

"Ha!"

Diamando sneered.

"Do you think the great Lord Diamando would listen to such a request?"

"Your ego is too inflated."

Gilbert sneered.

"Don't be mistaken. We only left you alone because it's bothersome to replace you, because you're useful."

Before anyone knew it, Gilbert had drawn a medium-length assassination blade and placed it at Diamando's chin.

"Do you think we can't touch you? You already crossed the line with this incident."

"Fucking bastard, so you're saying you'll kill me even if things end well?"

Diamando casually pushed away the blade and spat out curses.

"If that's the case, just kill me now. Rather than dying after being trained like a damn dog with this and that, I'd rather have my throat cut and die right now."

'Wow, that guy is really crazy.'

I was secretly amazed.

That bastard seemed to have guts ten times bigger than others.

"...You're really impossible to communicate with."

But Gilbert, that Black Society bastard, was also no ordinary person.

His words about killing and sparing weren't empty talk.

"Then die. You're going to make us tired with constant interference anyway."

"!"

At the clear and certain killing intent, Diamando flinched—

"Whoa whoa, that won't do."

"?!"

I released my presence and approached Gilbert from behind.

"Who are you!"

Gilbert, greatly alarmed, turned around to slash at me, but that was exactly the reaction I was waiting for.

Swish!

I dodged his sword strike with the Scarlet Cloud Ghost Path through empty air, then targeted the opening after his big attack to first knock out Diamando.

"Kheuk! Why am I—"

As soon as Diamando fell asleep like a puppet with cut strings, Gilbert's second strike sharply aimed for my neck.

Clang!

I parried it with my bracelet sword, then poured out palm force with the power of the Ink Soul Sacred Shadow Technique.

Kwaaaaang!

Unable to withstand that power, the walls and floor cracked and broke, and Gilbert stepped back three paces.

"You bastard, what are you? Did Kreutzel send you?"

"No."

"...Don't tell me Valkenhain sent you."

"That's not it either."

Then Gilbert, sensing something strange, asked.

"Then where is Kreutzel?"

"This bastard keeps barking up the wrong tree. If I knew that, would I be doing this here?"

I pointed at him with my sword tip.

"If you're curious, pay money and ask."

"Huh."

Then Gilbert sighed.

"Things got complicated. Flies caught the scent."

"That's harsh to say. It hurts the feelings of the fly listening."

Gilbert didn't even respond anymore and attacked me without any warning.

'Oh shit.'

It was a surprise attack fast enough to make even me flinch.

Moreover, it was an assassination blade flying in a trajectory difficult to respond to, precisely targeting vital points.

'A one-strike decisive battle.'

I was familiar with this technique to the point of missing it.

'This was Ivan's specialty.'

His main skill was exactly this kind of one-strike fight that instantly subdued opponents.

'But he's not as good as that guy.'

Clang!

I precisely deflected the sword with my forearm wrapped in strong energy, changing its trajectory.

Thwack!

I struck Gilbert's wide-open solar plexus with a short, sharp punch.

"Kheok."

Gilbert collapsed right there.

Mana wrapped around my fist was enhanced by the Ink Soul Sacred Shadow Technique, and a punch that precisely hit a vital point using Flowing Cloud Thunder Fist.

Even an ogre would have lost consciousness in one hit.

"...He's not the kind of bastard to go down in one hit like this."

Because I knew his technique exactly, I was able to knock him down instantly with a perfect counter.

"What can you do, your luck was bad."

Just in case, I searched Gilbert's coat and found something that looked exactly like a signal flare.

"Oh?"

Seeing that gave me a bad idea.

"If I press this, everyone will come running here, right?"

That means while Diamando's group and the Black Society bastards are fighting each other here, we can leisurely track Kreutzel.

"Perfect."

The scheme completed.

[Translator - Pot ]

[Proofreader - Kawaii ]

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