The Villain’s Aide Has Run Away - Chapter 134.2
“Your Highness…”
Leslun called out to Kailos in a trembling breath. He too had been anxious, afraid he might never see him again.
Between them flowed a silence unlike the chaos of the battlefield.
Even amid the clash of blades and the echo of screams, the brief glance they shared was filled entirely with the desperate need to confirm that the other was still alive.
“Don’t forget that if you die, I’ll be alone for the rest of my life.”
Kailos’s words struck Leslun’s heart.
“If you don’t want that to happen, then don’t you dare die.”
Even now, when it was hardly the time for tears, he felt his eyes sting. His thoughts reached Kailos clearly.
“Yes, Your Highness. So please, be careful as well.”
Just as Leslun nodded, the air shifted.
The flow of the magic circle wavered for an instant as the lines of the sigil broke. At its center, the man leading the chant lifted his hood, revealing his face.
It was the leader of the Shadow Corps — the one who had infiltrated the Academy as a librarian and clawed his way up to the position of headmaster.
A mad scholar who had devoted his entire life to pure truth.
“How dare you!”
Solomon’s voice echoed through the cavern like thunder. Seeing the sigil shatter incomplete, he clutched the empty air in rage.
At that moment, the Emperor’s suspended body seemed to twitch.
The lips of the Shadow Corps’s commander twisted.
“You’ve ruined everything.”
Kailos stepped in front of Leslun, shielding him, and faced the commander.
“All I did was stop something that never should have happened. What were you trying to achieve with this scribble?”
With deliberate provocation, he dragged the tip of his sword across the broken sigil. The cracked lines scattered faster, like powder in the wind.
The commander’s lips trembled, but soon a distorted smile spread across his face.
“Scribble? There’s something you don’t know. I am the one who reads the heavens.”
Lightning flashed in his eyes.
“By observing the flow above — the paths the moon and stars carve each night — I came to realize there exists a power that cannot be completed upon the ground where man treads. That is why I opened a path toward the heavens.”
The headmaster raised his hand toward the ceiling.
“You’re not the only ones who can command divine beasts. I will summon the Lord of Darkness to this place.”
His voice struck the surrounding walls, creating a grotesque echo.
Kailos scoffed and raised his sword high.
“Nothing more than a delusion.”
“Those who believe only what they can see could never comprehend the greatness of my design.”
His cry was steeped in madness.
Leslun felt an inexplicable tightness in his throat.
He, more than anyone, knew that not everything visible was true. The man’s words seemed to mock his past self—the one who had thought he understood everything by relying on the original story.
Then Kailos spoke again.
“Even so, isn’t it we who create this world?”
Leslun’s eyes wavered violently.
The gaze that had followed fate halted, meeting the Crown Prince’s eyes.
Just because this world was bound by the framework of destiny did not mean there had been a moment when they did not shine. Kailos’s words pointed to themselves—those who were alive here, making their own decisions.
Leslun heard the heavy thud of his heart dropping.
He realized he was no longer merely a follower of someone else’s tale, but a being who now wrote a new story alongside him.
The commander’s face twisted, his breathing rough.
“Then try to stop me.”
His cracked voice rang out as the sorcerers followed him in unison.
Those who had once been consumed by madness could no longer escape it.
Just as the tension reached its breaking point, Kailos swung his sword.
A tearing sound, like something unseen being ripped apart, echoed sharply. At that same moment, the Emperor collapsed to the ground.
Leslun recognized what had been surrounding the Emperor’s body.
“Thread…?”
It had been too dark to see before.
Kailos, unfazed by the stunned sorcerers, asked coolly,
“What else do you intend to show us?”
His tone was calm, almost taunting, as if daring them to reveal everything they had left.
With that single question, the balance of the air shifted entirely to his side.