Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 247 (Part 1):

‘Where am I….’

Several days had passed since the Seed of Darkness had bloomed.

However, he was still a Platinum Mercenary. Vis is the power of the mind.

He hadn’t completely lost his sanity yet. Occasionally, his rationality returned.

He blinked. As the pitch-black darkness that veiled his vision brightened, he became aware of himself.

A monster drenched in blood. The aura of dark energy seeping out of his body tainted the grass around him a murky color.

His moments of sanity were becoming increasingly rare.

Eventually, his reason would never surface again.

Even so, there was nothing he could do.

The water had already overflowed, and even an Archmage couldn’t reverse it.

He might eventually merge with his instincts and become an even more brutal demonic beast.

But one thing was clear: he was no longer his own master.

He became aware of himself, perched on a tree, frozen like a statue.

He was injured. His whole body ached. It seemed his nerves weren’t completely numb, as he could still feel pain.

He jerked his head around recklessly, trying to shake off the chains that bound him, but it was futile. The feeling of being consumed was chilling.

Yet, even knowing he couldn’t resist, he didn’t wish to end his enslaved life.

Those who gained life through the Seed of Darkness clung desperately to it.

Becoming beasts, they lost themselves, slaughtering and destroying everything in sight.

Humans dominated by the instincts of dark energy were more savage than demonic beasts.

“Grr…”

This time, his physical body had taken a hit. While the Seed of Darkness was repairing his flesh, he momentarily regained his senses.

He looked around and noticed a torn-up corpse.

The blood, still warm, had not long ceased to flow, staining the ground.

‘Knights?’

He narrowed his eyes. A sword lay on the ground. A trained body. The attire was that of a black knight.

He recognized his opponent.

‘I killed… the Black Wing Knights.’

He grinned wickedly. A savage feeling welled up. Even as a Platinum Mercenary, facing such knights recklessly wasn’t an option.

Images he had seen but not registered came flooding back.

He remembered who he had fought.

‘The Grand Duke.’

The Grand Duke of Renosa. A grand noble who ruled the Principality of Renosa. The sight of him had filled him with a murderous rage.

He was originally a mercenary. A commoner.

Deep in his heart was resentment towards those of high status who controlled him with money.

He had targeted the Grand Duke but only managed to injure him in a surprise attack, failing to kill him.

The protection of the Black Wing Knights was fierce. They had torn his skin to shreds.

But he was strong. The Seed of Darkness had granted him incredible power.

He had torn apart several Black Wing Knights.

‘Where did he go….’

His beast-like eyes scanned the surroundings. He felt an odd thirst.

While some knights held him back, the other Black Wing Knights had carried off their bleeding master.

Sensing defeat, they scattered to protect their master.

In this thick fog, they wouldn’t know each other’s whereabouts.

He would find the Grand Duke. Would drinking his blood and ripping out his heart quench this thirst?

The savage demonic feeling rose. He licked his lips with his tongue.

“Grrr.”

A beastly growl escaped between his teeth, almost like laughter.

He began to move slowly.

In this fog, to find the master of Renosa.

They couldn’t have gone far.

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It was a dark cave. A small cave near a cliff, hidden by bushes.

The entrance was narrow, but the inside was relatively spacious.

It could fit a few people inside.

There were four people inside. Four adult men squeezed together, speaking in hushed tones.

“What kind of monster is that?”

One of the Black Wing Knights muttered. His face showed tension and fear.

Memories of fleeing with their master, leaving their comrades fighting desperately, resurfaced.

Only after escaping a considerable distance and hiding here could they sigh with relief.

“Be quiet! It might follow us.”

A comrade warned. Sweat beaded on their spines. They had survived because they were closest to the Grand Duke. It wasn’t that they were specifically chosen.

“Your Highness, the Grand Duke.”

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