Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Ownership (6)

#80

The shadow of the Fire Dragon was cast on Letunir.

Alto’s body shining black receiving the backlight was giant enough not to contain in one glance.

Bran burst out a hollow laugh.

‘As expected a big dragon.’

The clouds were tearing at the gust the wing flapping caused.

Even though not fully lowering the altitude yet this much.

If confronting from the front he might really have wet himself.

He seemed to know the reason the dragon maid Froide cherishes Ilark.

Because the master who always does the cleanup is that kind of monster.

Plop.

From the mouth of Kale who sat down a sound like babbling flowed.

“Aba, abababa.”

“B-Bran are you in your right mind?! Reinforcements being the Mad Flame Duke, on earth what thought!”

“······That is a dragon.”

The group was fallen into unprecedented panic.

Kale and Benden were already right before fainting.

Even the cool Arazan was frozen like a person swept by the Black Throne.

“Alto···!”

Ilark’s reaction was also not particularly different.

The heat manifested from the heart was spreading to the spine, thighs.

Like before learning heat control white steam was rising from various places of the body.

A full burst mode not even seen when fighting Star Shadow.

“Bran. What kind of thing you did···”

Just as she who opened axe eyes was about to shoot Bran.

Flare!

Alto’s body turned into flames and the wide open sky was revealed.

“Eh?”

The group froze.

No matter how much looking around the sky Alto was not visible.

That giant form disappeared in an instant like a soap bubble bursting.

Just as confused whether they all saw a hallucination then.

“Unexpectedly the inside is okay. A good smell comes.”

From right behind them an unfamiliar voice was heard.

All at once turning their heads the group froze once more.

A person seeing for the first time, yet even a monkey can infer the identity was standing.

A man in his 20-30s where wildness and decadent beauty coexist.

The eyes sharp like a longsword were exactly like Ilark.

‘Finally.’

Although smaller than Ilark a tall height sufficient to give pressure.

The hairstyle is an all-back roughly combed and swept back.

The dark red hair is like silk woven with hell’s flames.

The suit that Froide would definitely have forced him to wear had three buttons from the top undone.

Alto said.

“Bird. Here is certain right.”

“Jjaekjjaek.”

“If not it would be better to resolve. I can swallow even you in this appearance."

The mecha long-tailed tit was sitting on Alto’s shoulder.

Unfitting the fierce tone he was gently stroking the long-tailed tit’s head with his index finger.

He took out something from the inner pocket.

“Ah, here it is.”

“······!”

Bran’s eyes widened.

It was the letter he fed to the long-tailed tit and sent.

He worried if it stranded in the middle but it seemed properly delivered.

Alto shook the letter flapping.

“Hey. Bring the guy who sent this in front of me.”

“······?”

“If bringing the Elegy of the Red Snake even better. Whatever hurry.”

It felt similar to talking with a person on the phone.

He was not even looking this way.

Probably he does not even know the fact that Letunir was destroyed, and Bran’s group is the only survivors.

The group who lost composure was dumbfounded.

A matter that ends if just raising the head once.

Just as Bran was about to say that is the letter I sent.

【Do you not hear my words?】

Suddenly an intangible wave burst centered on Alto.

Hwaaaaak!

A red warning window rose before Bran’s eyes.

『Warning! The dragon’s pressure presses you!』

『Physical ability greatly decreases!』

The body became heavy as if the air turned into water.

Breathing is disturbed and the vision begins to twist.

It was the dragon’s pressure the fraudulent trait anyone who is a dragon has.

However, that power was different in class from Ilark or Froide.

“Hueuk.”

“K-Kale··· geureuk.”

Kale and Benden’s eyes flipped.

With the two’s Mental Power they could not even maintain consciousness.

Arazan endured a bit more but in the end collapsed together with Baihir.

Just as she was groaning at the pressure pressing the whole body.

“This crazy guy! What on earth are you doing now?!”

“What?”

Ilark rushed forward.

The fist wrapped in heat was shot like a red bullet.

Tukwang!

Although a fist fast enough for the sound of air being cut to ring out Alto lightly avoided by twisting his shoulder.

Meeting Ilark his eyes widened round.

“Ilark?”

The pressure subsided like the fire going out.

The disturbed breathing and vision returned to original.

“Keuhek! Keuheuk···!”

Arazan who barely avoided fainting spat out rough breath.

Although resisting with all strength even raising the body was not easy.

Standing was only Ilark.

“······Flustering.”

Blinking his eyes Alto continued.

“Is what is in front now my stupid and weak younger sister, Ilark Zarheim correct?”

“Fuck, sorry for being stupid and weak.”

“Judging from the vulgar speech manner certain. Why are you here?”

Instead of answering Alto asked again.

Ilark was in a state the words were blocked because too angry and absurd.

Tak.

Quietly staring at her Alto flicked his finger.

“Aa, remembered. You said going on some adventure. I remember the memory that arrogant woman told.”

“Don’t call Froide like that.”

“How to call my servant is my heart. You said going to the cursed plateau but to think meeting here. Nice to meet little sister.”

The amazing point was that it was words really glad to say.

Ilark clenched her fist.

“Not glad at all···! If came just collect the relic and leave, why acting up to my friends?”

“It is not that I did knowing they are your friends. Pressure is a basic means to give orders to inferior races. By the way to think those things were friends, quite disappointing.”

Alternately looking at the faces of the fainted group Alto sneered.

The appearance smiling while baring teeth was exactly like Ilark.

“What?”

“I did not know you would make friends of trash that faint unable to endure even this level of pressure. From the start going around with you I did not have great expectations, as expected as anticipated.”

Silence descended.

Ilark’s face distorted.

Silent and panting she opened her mouth.

“······Cancel.”

“Why should I do so?”

“If not canceling I will smash your face.”

It was not a joke.

The steam pouring out over her skin was becoming denser.

Alto raised an eyebrow.

“Keuhehe, if someone sees they would know you have that kind of ability.”

“If trying you will know.”

The more her expression became fierce a smile was settling on Alto’s face.

The atmosphere was becoming more and more serious.

In the end just as Ilark was about to take her hand to the axe on her back.

“Hearing the words are too much.”

Suddenly a third person’s voice intervened.

Ilark and Alto turned their heads at the same time.

Bran supporting the fainted companions entered their eyes.

“Even if a dragon have to be humble. Later how do you know we become stronger than you.”

“You are?”

Alto’s eyes narrowed.

Not fainting was not only Ilark.

Just not visible because covered by her wall-like body.

The fun sibling conversation was also one of the reasons he did not notice the existence.

However, for Bran Alto’s pressure was also not easy.

『Part of the decreased physical ability returns to original.』

『With indomitable will you overcame the powerful pressure. Weed’s Tenacity activates!』

『The growth speed of Mental Power increases!』

Translucent messages were rising in succession.

Even barely avoiding retirement Weed’s reward activated.

He guaranteed if the Mental Power value was a bit lacking strength would have left the legs.

‘It was precarious.’

In a state polymorphed as human this level, he could not get a sense what level the pressure unfolded in true form is.

Still shrinking is forbidden.

Bran gestured with his chin toward the letter Alto was holding.

“The conversation cut, that letter I wrote is correct.”

“···You know about the Elegy of the Red Snake?”

“Yes.”

Bran absolutely did not use honorifics.

Even while meeting the burning pupils there was no way of avoiding the gaze.

Ilark was blankly looking at Bran even forgetting to get angry.

“Bran you···!”

Understandable to find amazing.

Because there would be no one who saw, or imagined a human responding with informal speech to the Mad Flame Duke.

However, Bran was also not going strong without a countermeasure.

‘The moment that guy gets serious everything ends.’

Know-how found out through player experience.

Alto does not like acting servile because weak.

To become close with that guy he always has to act confidently.

‘Tense. Except Ilark a really tricky guy for characters.’

Exaggerating a bit like a person whose brain part governing fear was resected.

Even so because too much bluff is also not okay it could be said a truly difficult character.

Pick.

Staring at Bran for a long time Alto raised the corner of his mouth.

“Still there was one usable.”

The pupils slightly curved.

The red pupils unlike earlier were looking straight at Bran.

Bran barely endured the impulse to do a headspin in place.

Success.

“Youngster. Name yourself.”

“Bran.”

“Short. No surname?”

“Because of lowly status.”

Along with those words Bran showed a gesture of swinging a pickaxe.

Because originally a familiar gesture even though air pickaxe it seems a clank sound is made.

Interest was added to Alto’s pupils.

“Fun. By the way the name of the human doing the teacher role of the little sister was also Bran··· surely that was you?”

“I am correct. You notice quickly.”

“Keuhaha! Was it real?! I wondered what crazy guy tamed that foal, finally seeing the face!”

Finally a hearty laugh burst out.

Ilark who still could not grasp the situation was dumbfounded as is.

Chuckling for a long time Alto swept his bangs.

“I liked it. I permit survival to you and your friends.”

“Waa, thank you.”

Bran admired insincerely.

Of course only the gesture is so but an enormous celebration.

The words permitting survival meaning, at least there is no matter of dying to Alto here.

“Now speak about the Elegy of the Red Snake. Being in this city is certain right?”

“Of course···”

Just as Bran was about to speak about the relic with a joyful heart.

Boooom-!!

Suddenly a burst explosion sound shook the city.

“Hyuak?!”

“Wh-what!”

Kale and Benden opened their eyes.

A sound large enough to wake a fainted person.

Bran and Ilark hurriedly turned their bodies.

From the middle of the city smoke was rising.

Judging from the gunpowder smell smeared it seemed they shot something like a cannon.

Moving the gaze to far Ilark flinched.

“When this close···!”

Because grappling with Alto she did not notice.

The Black Wave Pirate Group was noticeably closer.

The five sailing ships that are ships on the sea, and bases and battery roles on the ground were opening the cannon ports toward Letunir.

“There-! Ghosts remaining in the ruined country!”

Suddenly from the leading sailing ship a thunderous voice rang out.

Bran put Benden’s telescope to his eyes.

A man with a familiar face.

The captain of the Black Wave Pirate Group was on the sailing ship shouting loudly.

“Daring to try to avoid the crisis with a dragon’s hallucination is useless! If you thought our balls would shrink at that kind of ghost that is your miscalculation!”

“What?”

Bran’s brow narrowed.

He wondered what kind of sound this is.

Presumably it seemed they mistook the true form Alto briefly revealed while coming here as a hallucination for repelling intruders.

‘This. Going to die.’

Perhaps the Black Wave Pirate Group might be disbanded today.

He wanted to warn if wanting to collect even bones get out quickly, but unfortunately those guys had excellent action power.

“Useless tricks! If not wanting to become jerky surrender immediately!”

As soon as the words ended the bombardment resumed.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The shells fired all at once hit the city and caused explosions.

Most were blocked by the walls but occasionally shells fired at high angle were coming over.

Kwareung-!

Suddenly, one spire covered with moss collapsed.

The wild flower colony created with Danubrian’s grace was crushed under the debris.

Bran clenched his fist.

“Miscellaneous guys···.”

There was no dislike like that dislike.

Even the empire is quiet why are those guys acting up.

Guys who would be annihilated even if activating just a few defense relics let alone the Black Throne the attitude of picking a fight was not to his liking.

Alto asked.

“Noisy from earlier. What on earth is that?”

“Pirates and bandits who came to eat Letunir.”

“What?”

“Now Letunir has no owner. It can be said destroyed.”

Bran briefly explained the circumstances.

Alto who came looking only at his treasure did not even know that well.

At the explosion sounds ringing in succession he frowned.

“Tsk. Whatever annoying.”

Alto drew his index finger.

Flare.

One ember the size of a coin formed at the tip of the nail.

“Cannot hear the explanation of the relic.”

Although the size was small the density was not.

It was hard to even gauge how much heat is compressed in that small ember.

Sensing the unusual energy Ilark opened her eyes wide.

“Alto. You surely···"

It was before she could conclude the words.

Tok.

At the same time as Alto lightly flicked his finger the ember was shot.

Although an insincere action the range was fantastic.

“Ah.”

Ilark’s face hardened.

The ember that flew toward the pirate group disappeared from vision in an instant.

About ten seconds passed.

Just as the words was that just now an attack were about to come out from Benden’s mouth.

Tukwaaaaaaang-!!!

From the middle of the pirate group a giant pillar of fire surged.

“What···.”

First light, next the heat wind came.

Bran and his group’s shadows disappeared.

It was an explosion of a scale large enough to blow away an entire village.

The captain died instantly. The pirates swept by the pillar of fire turned into ash and perished as is.

One sailing ship those guys were dragging was instantly wrapped in flames and collapsed.

“Kyaaaaaak! Hyaaaak!”

“The Rezantin ship···!”

“Damn, where did the fire suddenly come from?!”

Desperate screams began ringing from the west.

Although they tried to put out the fire somehow it was insufficient.

The madly rampaging flames like a hungry predator began swallowing all the flammable materials in the area including humans.

Even all five sailing ships.

The fire that grew while burning one sailing ship became larger when burning the next ship, and when burning the last sailing ship eventually a formidable giant fireball was formed.

···The screams stopped.

“Heuk, hueuk··· uaaa···.”

“God of the dwarves.”

The companions were watching that scenery blankly.

The time it took for the Black Wave Pirate Group to be annihilated was only 3 minutes.

However, the tragedy was not yet ended.

“Captain Bazrok. What should we do?”

“······.”

“Captain! Please give an order!”

“Damn, all retreat!”

Because there was one more force advancing north from the south of Letunir.

Among the existences Alto called annoying the Bazrok bandit group was also included.

Flare!

The flames that swallowed one pirate group whole began to stir.

“Mad Flame.”

Bran muttered.

It seemed he was thinking of ending this time.

Alto’s mad flame does not go out until completely burning all the enemies.

The mass of flames that became giant while swallowing the pirates and sailing ships was now higher than the Letunir walls.

Gooooo···!

A flame sphere that took a complete sphere form, with a diameter reaching a hundred meters began slowly floating into the air.

“R-run!”

“Hueuk··· a-no. Don’t want to dieee!”

“Throw away all equipment! Don’t have lingering!”

The Bazrok bandit group had already lost fighting spirit and was running.

Although a better choice than bombarding the city with cannons still it felt a bit late.

It was the moment the flame sphere that floated about 10m collided with the ground.

Hwaaaaaaak-!!!

The mad flame exploded like a water balloon bursting.

The fire demon spreading in all directions is no different from a charging cavalry.

Although the bandit group ran drawing even the strength of suckling it was insufficient.

“Hyaaaaaak!”

“P-person···”

The mad fire swallowed the screams.

In the place the flames passed no living existence remained.

People, machines, even the efforts that struggled to somehow live all turned into ashes.

“······.”

What remained was only silence.

Looking around the quieted plain Alto nodded.

“Now a bit okay.”

Even handling that kind of fire not a single sign of fatigue could be found.

The wasteland surrounding Letunir had turned into a sea of flames.

『Amazing discovery! You witnessed Alto Zarheim’s mad flame.』

『Resistance to flame damage increases slightly.』

Red waves were lapping.

The flames wavering like the water surface were burning the atmosphere.

Appreciating the hell that arrived in the present Bran burst out a hollow laugh.

‘Crazy guy.’

Literally annihilation.

Although a scenery he had seen well, actually seeing the power is different.

Alto who stood facing Bran again smiled while baring his teeth.

“Then, shall we continue the conversation.”