Building a Kingdom and Conquering the World - Chapter 129

Chapter 129: A snap
The first time Henry had felt fear was when he found himself amidst the chaos of the barbarian war, his first day in this world. Now, he tasted fear once more, feeling utterly powerless in front of the mage before him, who managed to block his last attack that overloaded his body.

Henry’s conscious was slipping away, the battle cries of his soldiers being drowned by his weak state. However, the old mage’s voice pierced through the encroaching darkness, maybe because he was right in front of him or maybe because he was destined to hear his killers voice – “I didn’t think that I would be using the Angel’s grace here.”

“I will make you pay for this… No, your worthless life is not even a cent of how much I have paid for this treasure…for this single Angel’s grace” – The old man seethed, his eyes filled in anger – “Yes…I will sell your soul for this, maybe that can fetch some amount.”

Through his dizzy consciousness, Henry watched as the old man’s hands glowed red once more and flashing before his eyes, fingers piercing his shoulders and forcing Caelum to drop helplessly to the ground. There was no more fire covering the sword or his body, making the king completely defenseless.

The overload of energy that had coursed through his body led Henry’s nerves to be injured and unable to feel pain. Because of that, Henry looked deeply into the old man’s eyes and sneered. This made the old mage even angrier.

“It’s seems like you are having fun, huh?” – the old man spat, fury dripping from his tone – “Let’s see if you can keep that smile. I am not a mage that deals with souls, but I still know a thing or two.”

The man twisted his fingers into Henry’s shoulders, a scream almost leaving the king’s lips. It was a pain that transcended his physical body, burning the very essence of his being. Henry felt like cattle marked by hot iron or even a blacksmith with arms submerged in the furnace’s flame.

“Where is your smile? Where? Where?” – the old man taunted, his fingers digging deeper into the king’s flesh – “Let’s see if you can scream now!”

At those sadistic words, Henry swallowed the pain and flashed a defiant smile, refusing to yield to these decrepit man – “Bring it on!” – his eyes seemed to scream those words.

In response to his defiance, the man’s hands seemed to grasp something within Henry’s body, trying to pull it out of his body. The pain was enough to even clear Henry’s mind and bring him back to the present, his sense of hearing and vision returning like a tide, allowing him to see those cold golden eyes.

“I think you should leave him alone. I can’t let him die since we still have an open transaction going on” – A young female voice intervened, causing the old mage to look upward. There, hovering in the air, was a golden-haired young woman, her green eyes fixed coldly on him.

“Ninth Stage” – the old man murmured, his golden eyes shimmering with anxiety as he looked at the woman, his fingers stopping and finally giving Henry a moment for breath that was accompanied by a lingering pain.

“Golden eyes… Are you from the Kost Family?” – Luna inquired, crossing her arms as if she was contemplating something. -” It quite curious. What is an old owl like you doing here in the far North?”

At the mention of the Kost Family, anger and alertness flashed in the old man’s eyes – “Don’t try anything funny, young lady!” – he warned, leaving Henry’s shoulders and grabbing Henry’s head – “If you try to do anything, I will kill this man.”

Luna stood silently, hovering in the air, her gaze unwavering as she met the old man’s desperate eyes.

“Don’t move!” – the old mage shouted, seeing Luna’s green eyes glowing. Yet before he could react, a compressed air slash sliced through him with blinding speed. He only had time to look down and watch his arm, which had been holding Henry’s head, dropping to the ground.

“You see…” – Luna’s voice echoed as she descended from the skies. The old mage was screaming in pain as he tried to staunch the blood, trying to cauterize it with his fire magic.

“I am a moral and ethical woman. I don’t take what is not mine; I abhor it. But what I detest above all is being threatened” – Luna declared, her tone devoid of any emotion – “So, as a woman of principle, what should I do?” she pondered out loud, stopping her descent when she met the man’s desperate gaze, level on level.

“Wait!”- the old man pleaded, trying to stop the woman from coming closer, taking a few steps back – “I can share it with you! I can share the treasure with you, so don’t kill me!”

“Who said I want some kind of treasure, you bastard from the Kost Family?” – Luna’s voice was as chilling as a ghost’s whisper, a warning that no matter what he said, his actions had sealed his fate – “I came to this freezing place in search of my breakthrough opportunity. Then, while I was working on my research, some kind of weak magic attack disrupted my chain of thought and made my house explode again. There is no treasure that can save you.”

Under the old man’s desperate gaze, Luna raised her hand – “Now, I think you should just die” – she declared, snapping her fingers. In an instant, the old man’s body exploded, as if a grenade had been buried deep into his body. It became a large puddle of blood.

“Well, I finished reading that book. Can you give me another one?” – Luna turned her eyes to the surprised king, before adding, a little embarrassed – “Also, can you ask your men to rebuild the house? It seems like it exploded again.”

The dumbstruck Henry flashed a smile that wanted to say – “Sure!” – However, before he could utter a sound, his conscious entered a dark place, unable to hear the victorious sound of his soldiers.