Raised in Dungeon - Chapter 46

”Allen, are you leaving?” asked Isabelle as Allen was about to pack up his books.

“Yes, it’s already this late. You should rest too. I don’t like carrying that heavy body of yours,” Allen answered. Allen was a little confused by her question. What did she mean by “leaving” why didn’t she use “going back” instead?

“Fufufu, how rude.” Isabelle said as she smoked her cigar.

A few days passed, and after fully learning the first level of amnis, Allen and Felicia’s lesson ended along with Thurstan’s departure to the academy in the capital. Due to the free time in the afternoon, Isabelle asked Allen to study in her room every afternoon. Allen now spends a quarter of his free time studying, reading, and writing together with Isabelle in her workroom.

Before Allen went out, Isabelle called out to him.

“Wait, have you bathed today?”

“Yes, I did. That’s your order, after all.”

“Okay, good then.”

Allen walked back, but

“What’s wrong?” asked Isabelle when she saw Allen, who was just standing at the door looking at Isabelle.

“No, nothing.” Allen walked out of there and back to his room.

Allen usually talks to Reig first before going to bed. He told him about Isabelle this time. Who was the only person in this house that Allen didn’t understand.

Before going to bed, Allen usually talked to Reig first. This time, he shared his thoughts and feelings about Isabelle with him. Who was the only person in this house that Allen could not understand.

“Reig, Right now, I’m called a slave, which means that my life and death are up to my master. At first, I thought I would have to go through a lot more painful things, but everything turned out better than I thought..”

‘Did you take a bath today?

‘Did you have breakfast?’

‘How was your study today?’

Allen got lost in his thoughts about Isabelle. He didn’t understand why she asked the same questions almost every day. And seeing Isabelle’s face when she asked that, somehow made Allen a little happy. So, he studied for a long time in Isabelle’s room almost every day, waiting for her to ask him that question.

When he asked Thurstan about this, Thurstan replied:

“Isn’t that great, Allen? It means that Lady Isabelle really thinks of you as her child. That feeling of yours, perhaps you feel like you have a mother who worries about your health?”

‘Like a mother? That shouldn’t be possible. Because I only had one mother, and she never asked me things like that. She never asked me when I ate or when I took a bath.”

“Humans are strange, Reig. Unlike goblins and orcs, each person is so different that it takes a lot of time to understand just one person.”

His scarf lengthened, covering Allen’s entire body.

“Good night, Reig.”

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Allen woke up in the middle of the night.

As he woke up, he saw beside him a fire arrow that had pierced through his bedroom window.

-DING DING DING DING DING

The bell rang five times. It was a sign that there had been a surprise attack.

Allen picked up the flaming arrow and threw it back outside. He then ran quickly towards Isabelle’s room.

‘She is not here!’

Isabelle wasn’t there, and then he looked out the window in Isabelle’s room. Many people were standing in front of the fence, carrying torches and fire arrows. Allen recognized the clothes those people were wearing.

White plate clothes with blue stripes. Those were the clothes of the soldiers of the Wildenhall Kingdom. The same clothes as the people who had entered the dungeon then.

Remembering his mother’s death, Allen jumped out of the window with a burning feeling of anger in his chest.

Allen’s scarf extended, making a cushion on the ground so that Allen would not fall violently. It turned out that there were already many of the Wolverlope family’s soldiers in front of the door, along with Theobauld.

“Allen! What are you doing here?” shouted Thurstan.

“What are you doing?! What’s going on?! Why are they attacking us?!”

“GAHAHA, let me answer that question.” The voice came from the crowd of soldiers, from a man in a white full-plate armor with a large axe in his right hand. With his axe, he easily destroyed the fence and walked inside.

“The paladin, OTTAR!” shouted Theobauld.

“Don’t say that. I didn’t come as a paladin this time.” Ottar pointed at his chest.

His armor was different than it had been before. This time, the symbol on his chest was not the Church of Fire, but the symbol of Wildenhall Kingdom.

“Based on Bishop Nicholas Elinor Kent’s witness and taking full responsibility for his word, the Ten Council of Wildenhall Kingdom declares Earl Isabelle Browet Wolverlope a traitor to the kingdom for breaking Wildenhall Kingdom’s criminal code in the first degree by hiding a Norttish. Her punishment is to be executed on the spot.”

Ottar then spun his great axe, making the wind blow some rocks around. He faced his axe at the Wolverlope warriors in front of him, his battle-ready position.please visit panda(-)N0ve1.co)m

“Then the sentence follows from paragraph 1 to paragraph 2, if anyone tries to take her side, save her, and support her, then the executor will be given the right to execute that person on the spot.”

“How is it? Do any of you want to give up?”

Allen and Iskaria were the only ones who knew that Isabelle was hiding the Norttish. So, what Ottar said surprised them all, even Theobauld.

‘Lady, why didn’t you tell me something this important?’ thought Theobauld.

None of the soldiers ever planned to give up. They were surprised that their master hid Norttish, but they didn’t think Isabelle did it without good reason.

“Let me guess, that Norttish is a child,” Theobauld speculated.

“Ooh, great. You’re right,” Ottar replied.

The Wolverlope’s soldiers all smiled, looked at each other, and then took out their swords.

“If she’s a child, what can we do?”

“Lady is certainly weak when it comes to children.”

“We will not give up our lady to you.”

“Until the end, we will die with the Wolverlope family crest on our chests.”

Allen also took out his knife, preparing to fight. But Theobauld immediately grabbed his shoulders.

“Allen, you don’t need to be here.”

“What?! Why?!”

“Please find Lady Isabelle and take good care of her. Please… protect her.”

It was the first time Theobauld had asked him for a favor, so he nodded and went back inside the house.

“GAHAHAHA good. You all are amazing. Come here, Theobauld Cosyngton. Let’s continue our duel from yesterday.

Theobauld unsheathed his sword. He used the black sword when he was about to duel with Ottar earlier.

“Dai abare (rampage), Crudelitas.” Theobauld muttered.

Theobauld’s black sword then shone, its black color suddenly turning into white.

“Woah… I didn’t expect your sword is Arma Carcerum. This battle looks like it will last longer than I thought.”

Arma Carcerum or called Armacar is a weapon made from the bones of high-level monsters. Inside the sword were fragments of the souls of monsters that had fought for a very long time. This allowed the user to feed the sword with their mana. When mana has flowed to the sword, the ability it had when it was a monster will come back. The Arma Carcerem didn’t have its own soul like the Adfeqtus Reliqua did. Instead, it needed its owner’s mana to use its ability. Arma Carcerem wasn’t as unique as Adfeqtus Reliqua, but it was still quite rare. Because it was hard to make this kind of weapon, and it had to have a high match with the owner’s mana.

After the weapon turned bright white, Theobauld came forward and began his sword-soil defense stance; He held his sword with both hands, The tip of his sword was positioned at the Ottar’s neck.

“Oh? Are you provoking me to attack first? No problem.”

Ottar lunged at Theobauld, just as they had done before; Ottar jumped and raised his axe high, aiming it at Theobauld.

Theobauld stood still, intent on receiving his attack. When his axe was close to his sword, Theobauld skillfully swiped his sword against Ottar’s axe, thus changing the direction of Ottar’s axe to his right.

As his axe fell and hit the ground, Theobauld swung his sword at Ottar’s body.

“Gah!”

The sharpness of the sword, coupled with Theobauld’s strength, managed to slice through Ottar’s iron armor. His attack was so strong that it reached Ottar’s body inside that armor.

Ottar instantly retreated backward, blood oozing, and split out of his armor.

The soldiers watching were gaping.

“Have you given up, Ottar?”

“You really are very strong! As expected of a mithril-ranked dungeon explorer. Looks like I’ll have to get serious from the beginning too.”

Ottar spun his axe once more. Then he stuck the tip of the axe into the ground.

“Dai abare, Gratia.”

The huge axe glowed, then the blade grew larger, changing its shape, almost forming a circle.

“So you also have arma carcerum. Looks like I’m lucky to have given you a big wound,” said Theobauld.

“Gahaha. I meant it; this way, our abilities will probably be equal.”

“Very funny.”

All of the soldiers moved forward as they started to advance, and then the royal soldiers also moved.

While trailing the troops, the archer continued to fire fire arrows at Isabelle’s manor house, which made the Wolverlope’s soldiers feel sad and worried.

“Don’t worry! Keep Fighting! That is just a house! Allen will definitely save Lady Isabelle!” shouted Theobauld.