The Lord Who Levels Up by Devouring - LLD Chapter 82: The Destroyer of Wrath (Part 2)

Was it due to her lack of mastery over the Divine Martial Fist, or was it because the technique was still incomplete? She couldn’t recover easily from the rebound caused by her body’s overload.

Because of that, I wanted to give her ample time to recover—
But…

“Contrary to expectations, the Crimson Banquet hasn’t made a move.”

Unfortunately, we didn’t have the luxury of time.

“What do you mean…?”
“The alliance of Black Grasp and the other Visters alone isn’t enough to push out the Dark Merchant Group.”
“Then what should we do now?”

Isolde asked, gasping for air.

Even though her body hadn’t fully recovered, she looked to me, asking only for orders.

She didn’t care about her own safety.
That, too, was just like in my past life.

Though back then, the one giving orders… was the opposite of now.

‘Strange, isn’t it…?’

…It left me with a complicated feeling.

“As it stands, we can’t clearly determine the Crimson Banquet’s intentions. Do you have any way to contact the Eye of the Pilgrim?”

The Eye of the Pilgrim.
A secret knight order of the Holy Kingdom that monitors the activities of foreign cults and anti-religious organizations and gathers intelligence.

They’re spread across the continent and tasked with identifying and eliminating threats to the Holy Kingdom in advance.

“…They’ve probably already received the report.”
“I see.”

It seemed the Eye of the Pilgrim had been watching over Baoless.

Come to think of it, Isolde did say she found out I was in Baoless thanks to the Eye of the Pilgrim.

And now that Baoless had been thrown into chaos—
There was no way they didn’t know about this situation.

Normally, they’d stay on the sidelines or observe how things unfold—
But this time…

“They must’ve reported that I’m here as well.”

If Isolde was in Baoless, it changed everything.

There was no way the Holy Kingdom would leave their princess alone in a city consumed by chaos.

That came with one advantage and one disadvantage.

The advantage was that no further action was necessary.
The disadvantage was that time had become even more critical.

“Can you still use Divine Ascension?”
“How do you know about that?”

…Ah, damn.

The Divine Martial Fist was a martial art devised by past Saints, but Divine Ascension was a technique Isolde herself had created.

An unfinished one at that.

In my previous life, it was complete, and I had seen it countless times—but that was in my past life.

In the present, having returned to the past, no one could know about it unless they were Isolde.

Caught up in the urgency, I had let it slip.

And because of that, Isolde’s eyes—
They shone like topaz, but now suspicion clouded them.

She was clearly demanding a proper explanation—
However…

“I’ll explain later.”
“……”
“It’s a bit complicated. And we don’t have enough time to go over everything right now.”

It was a weak excuse, but there was no helping it.

Still, maybe she trusted me to a degree by now.

“…I think I can use it once more.”

Thankfully, she seemed willing to let it slide for now.

Relieved, I let out a sigh and quickly organized my thoughts.

‘We need to move fast.’

Now that it was known Isolde was here, the Holy Kingdom would likely send troops or take some other action.

And once they do?

Iratum would abandon Baoless without hesitation and vanish.

No telling where or what he’d be plotting next.

We absolutely couldn’t let him escape.

“The one pulling the strings behind Baoless is someone named ‘Iratum.’ He’s currently in the Ruined District.”

I pulled out a flask of oil from my inventory and poured it into my mouth, swallowing it down.

The final decoy plan.

“I’ll deceive him and look for an opening. Lady Isolde, please draw his attention.”

A decision made while drinking the Dragon’s Poison Tonic.

No matter how hard he tried, Iratum simply couldn’t make sense of the current situation.

KWA-KWA-KWANG!!

Even now, the chaos in Baoless continued to rage on.

“You sons of…!”

At last, his fury exploded.

Just as Iratum was about to step forward himself—

“Iratum-nim…!”

Thank goodness at least one of the Acata still had their wits about them.
Someone called out to Iratum.

And when he turned his head toward the voice—

“…Avarus?”

It was Avarus.
Covered in blood and limping.

“???”

For a moment, Iratum’s ability to process what he was seeing plummeted into the abyss.

“Gahack!”

Suddenly, Avarus vomited blood in agony.

Iratum, briefly regaining his senses, blinked—

“You… must… run…!”
“…?”

What the hell was he talking about now?

Iratum had no idea what to believe or react to anymore.

But Avarus, not only covered in blood but now coughing it up—
Whatever had happened, it was clearly no trivial matter.

And just then—

Something came flying at Iratum at incredible speed.

He dodged quickly—

KWA-A-A-AANG!!

The spot he had just been standing in exploded, sending up a dense cloud of dust.

As the dust settled, someone emerged from the smoke.

A figure in an ogre mask.
An unknown assailant.

But the aura emanating from him was anything but ordinary.

Iratum understood immediately.

The chaos in Baoless.

The Acata who went to investigate and vanished as if swallowed by the abyss.

And now, what happened to Avarus.

It was all because of…

“…You.”

That damned ogre mask.

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