Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 434 (Part 2):

Clad in the same black armor as the Black Wing Knights, but with the unmistakable crest of the Grand Duchy emblazoned upon it.

Hair as black as the abyss.

Spotting him, Alonso quickly approached and leapt from his horse.

“Grand Prince, are you alright?”

“As you can see.”

Helmut’s demeanor was detached as he turned, as if the extraordinary feats he had performed were nothing.

Looking into his dark eyes, Alonso found himself speechless.

‘How can he face the Temple’s army alone and remain so unscathed?’

It felt as though he stood before some immense, inhuman presence.

There was something eerily reminiscent of a demonic beast in it.

Even though the Helmut before him was not an enemy but the heir of Renosa he served.

A strength straight out of myth inspired both awe and unease.

Helmut continued indifferently, “It seems something has happened at their Temple. That’s why they’re retreating like this.”

“The Temple, you say? Then the High Priests?”

“There.”

Helmut gestured with his chin.

Only then did Alonso notice, a few steps away, a High Priest lying fallen and, beside him, a corpse with its head severed.

Despite their conspicuous white robes, he hadn’t noticed them until now because Helmut’s presence had wholly consumed his attention.

“He’s alive. Seal his sacred power and lock him in a cell. He’ll make a useful hostage.”

“As you command.”

“And…”

Helmut, about to say something, suddenly collapsed forward.

“Grand Prince!”

Alonso quickly caught Helmut’s body. Limp like a rag doll, he was already unconscious. Almost no Vis could be felt from him.

Alonso realized Helmut was not in perfect condition.

“What’s happened to Helmut?”

The Grand Duke, arriving late, hurriedly dismounted. Alonso, checking Helmut’s pulse, responded, “He’s merely exhausted and lost consciousness. He’ll recover with treatment.”

Alonso realized that Helmut, who had seemed like a demonic beast or something transcendent, was, in fact, human.

No matter how strong he was, he couldn’t break through the Temple’s army alone and remain unscathed.

The Grand Duke, with a grave expression, looked over Helmut and the fallen High Priest simultaneously.

At the Grand Duke’s command, High Priest Agato was immediately bound and taken away, and the corpse was collected.

Watching Helmut being loaded onto a carriage, the Grand Duke, lost in thought, finally spoke.

“We’ll withdraw our reinforcements.”

Renosa had single-handedly repelled the Temple’s army. That fact would soon spread across the continent.

“We return to Latona.”

The Grand Duke declared. It was time to handle the aftermath of the war.

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Helmut regained consciousness the moment healing magic was poured into him.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he reached for his sword, causing the mage to stammer in panic, “I-I only used healing magic!”

Only then did Helmut, confirming his wounds were healed, sit up.

He fastened the sword placed beside him to his waist and realized where he was.

Inside a carriage.

The mage, unprompted, rattled off an explanation. “We’re almost at Latona. You weren’t unconscious for long.”

Indeed, it couldn’t have been long.

To be defenselessly unconscious like that, the damage must have been worse than he thought.

The pain was now completely gone. Free from the sacred power-laden atmosphere, his Vis was slowly recovering.

Helmut remained seated leisurely until the carriage passed through Latona’s gates.

The carriage was surrounded by the Black Wing Knights. As they passed through the streets toward the royal castle, cheers erupted from all directions.

They had faced the Temple, so one might expect curses, but everyone was praising Renosa’s victory and the Black Wing Knights’ valor.

Mixed in were blessings for the Grand Duke of Renosa and his heir.

The carriage entered the castle fully and came to a stop. A mage, having received a telepathic message, spoke to Helmut. “His Grace commands you to return to your quarters and rest. He wishes to see you after you’ve recovered.”

Come to think of it, this mage was likely in the Grand Duke’s direct service.

“Alright.”

Helmut rose readily.

To rest deeply in the most comfortable place—that was all he desperately craved.

Upon returning to his quarters, a familiar voice greeted him.

[Yo, Helmut. Had a good time out there?]

“Who’s out there having a good time?”

His eyebrows rose instinctively. A white cat, tail raised, sauntered over and stood before him.

[You look like a wreck.]

Elaga’s blunt remark came as if he hadn’t been out himself.

But Helmut, knowing Elaga had been with Alea, couldn’t shake a suspicious feeling.

A presence stirred from within the room. He raised his head.

“Welcome back. You did well.”

A silver-haired beauty approached with a gentle voice. Alea smiled at him.

There was a distinct sense she was hiding something.

But without pressing her, Helmut walked into the room and collapsed onto the bed.

“I’m going to sleep.”

And with that, a death-like slumber overtook him.

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