Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 291 (Part 2):

The water columns flying through the air lost strength and fell down.

‘What just happened?’

Alea saw it. The only darkness in this northern sea mixed with gray and silver.

A shadow, as dark as night, stood on Kantara’s shell. From his hand, a gray blade emitted a chilling glow.

Kantara had risen close to the surface. Even the whirlpool coiling around it like a snake couldn’t protect it.

While Kantara was distracted by Alea, Helmut was looking for a chance to deal a fatal blow.

Helmut’s strike, shot like an arrow, cut through the water and split the sea.

And soon it pierced the back of Kantara’s neck.

Kwaaaaak!

Black blood sprayed everywhere from Kantara’s wound.

The blood like poison even melted Helmut’s clothes.

But he stood unwavering. Like building a wall to block the water flow, the Vis emanating from Helmut’s body made the place where he stood a vacuum.

The demonic energy exploding from Kantara, who was screaming in pain, was rapidly purified in the air.

For Helmut, it was rather a battlefield free from the influence of demonic energy.

“You shouldn’t ignore me.”

Helmut twisted the sword.

Kantara’s body, which was about to dive underwater, flinched. It seemed the sword had properly dug into a painful spot, rendering it unable to move.

Helmut made a threat.

“Don’t move. You won’t survive if I sever your neck, will you?”

If it were a beast like Naho, it would have gone berserk whether its neck was cut or not, but Kantara stopped moving.

Helmut stared at the subdued creature with a strange look.

No matter how distracted it was by Alea, he didn’t expect to be able to subdue a ruler of a region so easily.

Kantara handled water quite well, but its movements were a bit slow when fighting. As if it hadn’t properly experienced a real battle.

‘Is it because it’s the weakest among the rulers of the regions?’

No, it’s not just for that reason.

When facing Kantara, Helmut felt caution but didn’t feel his life was threatened.

Even if there was no guarantee of winning in a direct fight, he judged that he could at least buy time and escape.

And Helmut’s sword pierced through Kantara’s demonic energy.

He was able to deal a fatal blow to Kantara. It was incomparably easier than fighting Naho. The meaning of those words:

‘I’ve gotten stronger.’

Looking at his own hand, Helmut realized.

It was a strange sensation, like dawn breaking.

Darien, who was like an infinitely high mountain. But somehow he had now reached where he stood.

It’s not clear how it was achieved. But those life-or-death experiences, and those moments of walking step by step like climbing stairs, brought Helmut there.

Overcoming death is going against an absolute law of nature.

Helmut accomplished that several times. The trials given to Helmut couldn’t kill him, and because of that, he was able to grow.

And his growth has now reached the point of surpassing his master’s shadow.

“Helmut, well done.”

A shadow was cast from above. Alea, who had approached without notice, spoke to him from atop the golem.

Her body, which had been coldly wet, was now dry and fluffy. But her lips were still blue.

“It seems you activated the Adamantium properly.”

“Yes, now all that’s left is to head back.”

Alea’s gaze followed Helmut’s sword.

Blood was still seeping from Kantara’s neck where the sword was deeply embedded.

But a ruler of a region wouldn’t die from this level of injury. It seemed strangely passive. As if not knowing what to do.

Helmut asked with his eyes.

‘What should we do with it?’

Killing it was the easy solution, but there was something off about Kantara’s submissiveness. It didn’t feel right to finish off an opponent that was practically begging for mercy with its body language.

But if they left it alive, there was no telling what tricks Kantara might pull while they attempted to escape from the northern region.

Leaving it alive seemed like a foolish sentiment—such thoughts didn’t belong in the brutal world of the Forest of Roots.

‘It would be best to just finish it.’

Helmut moved his hand slightly.

Then Kantara, whose wound was gouged, made a keening sound. As if unable to even scream properly.

Alea clicked her tongue.

“What’s with this pitiful whining? It sounds like a beaten dog.”

[Stop…… it! It…… hurts. Humans…… are cruel……!]

Surprisingly at that moment, tears welled up in the sea turtle’s golden eyes. It was a sight that somehow made one lose the will to fight.

Alea sighed, almost incredulous.

“Crying? This guy is really weak-hearted.”

[I…… hate…… fighting.]

“You started it. Stupid turtle.”

[You…… invaded…… my territory!]

It was close to a whining tone.

Something had been off about it from the start, and now it made sense. It wasn’t just simple-minded—its behavior was almost childlike.

Despite its fearsome exterior, this so-called ruler of a region was nothing more than a childish recluse. Even ancient and powerful creatures like Igrelle and Elaga had childlike tendencies, but Kantara was on another level.

On the outside it looks like a very impressive and solemn ancient demonic beast, but unexpectedly…

Alea asked as if to confirm:

“Why were you holed up here at the northern end, near the sacred barrier? This isn’t a good environment for demonic beasts to live in.”

Kantara mumbled in reply:

[In case the others…… come! They won’t…… find me…… here.]

It sounded like a reclusive loner.

Helmut and Alea were at a loss for words for a moment and looked at each other.

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