The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

Balak seemed clueless.

Not stupid, but not particularly bright either.

When Tamba dragged him into the ranks, he probably used more than half of his brain capacity.

One shouldn’t expect much from such a Balak.

“Who are they?”

Turning towards the onlookers behind him, Balak inquired.

“Oh, they are guides provided by Rasiel.”

“…”

“Taking them along might aid in your rescue.”

They were making a big fuss about it.

“Just as I heard.”

“You noticed we were acting?”

“…”

Finally, three figures emerged among the onlookers.

“Delighted to meet you, Sain Demorus.”

The middle-aged man among them addressed Sain.

Only then did Balak seem to catch on.

They were not just ordinary guides of Lashielle.

“In the end, it all goes back to Borfeo.”

“It’s so annoying, I could die.”

A young man and a woman stood behind the middle-aged man, exchanging words like gossipers.

“We are…”

The middle-aged man who seemed to be their leader said, “We are directly under Demorus, the Judges. I am Gouler, in charge of the Third Tribunal.”

“Sovian.”

“Indeed.”

Judges.

In some ways, they boasted a formidable power that surpassed the authority of the three major organizations like Lashielle.

It was the first appearance of these individuals who could be considered the armed forces directly under Demorus.

The power they exuded was comparable to Campe, who was the commander of Lashielle’s armed forces, and seemed to be not even half of what they had faced with Fephero.

However.

“…”

Sein was more cautious than when they first met.

“It was surprising enough that you saw through us.”

Gouler said in amazement, “You are certainly looking beyond the darkness.”

Beyond the darkness.

“Indeed, you seem to be the candidate chosen by the witch.”

Sein heard their words with one ear, letting them flow out the other.

‘Why have they come?’

He had no hesitation in understanding their intentions, purposes, and strengths.

Even if the Judges had exceptional intelligence, there was no way they could have heard about the events in Contra in less than 24 hours.

Even if they did, they would definitely not know if they were involved.

Because Immortal Guard would spare no effort to conceal the incident.

‘Murder of a lord?’

Or maybe.

‘A real rescue?’

He needed to find out.

Swish.

Whether they were enemies or not.

“There is no need to be too tense. Claiming to be Demorus in Borfeo is no longer a crime,” Gouler said confidently.

“At this moment, I have confirmed your qualification.”

To the extent where one can claim the name of Demorus with their skills.

Gauler acknowledged.

“Is that so?”

“But you have wasted too much time just to see one person.”

Gauler slowly stepped back.

“We must pay the price for burdening our judges so much.”

“Well, if that’s the case, it’s fine.”

Sein felt it as he looked at the judges.

‘For now.’

It’s not time yet to confront them sincerely.

But that doesn’t mean being afraid either.

“Deren.”

At Sein’s call, another figure emerged among the onlookers.

Amidst the chaos, Deren had already taken care of his subordinates and concealed his presence.

“Are those guys?”

Sein left Borfeo and the judges came looking.

And caused trouble.

“Yes.”

“It’s good. Step back.”

At Sein’s words, Deren nodded and stepped back.

“If you have a price to pay.”

“…Are you asking for payment from the judges?”

“Aren’t you human?”

Sein and Gauler.

The aura emanating from them made the onlookers step back.

Balak sent a look of help, but Sein shook his head.

‘Not yet.’

You are not ready to handle what’s coming.

“Sovian. Dande.”

Gauler also called his two subordinates.

“Sein Demorus seems to not fully understand what the judges are.”

The judges were not people who had risen from below.

Chosen by Demorus and grown in Demorus.

If necessary.

“Can Sein Demorus be taught what the judges are?”

Even if they were guild masters of subordinate guilds.

Even if they were the blood of Demorus, it was their duty to handle it.

For instance, the judges were those with the authority to settle matters.

“Of course.”

“The longed-for sea!”

It was the moment when Sein, Sobian, and Dande faced each other.

“Just one move, that’s all it takes.”

Said Gouler.

Clang!

The three simultaneously drew their weapons.

Dande wielded a sharp blade.

Sobian brandished a pair of swords of suitable length.

Sein remarked,

“An excellent sword.”

To Bastion.

No signal was needed.

For masters of their caliber, the slight tremble of muscles, the quiet movement of magic itself served as a signal.

“……?”

As onlookers wore puzzled expressions.

Whooosh!

A sudden storm raged.

“Ah, what’s happening!”

Not only were the onlookers pushed back by the raging storm, but even the knights in full plate armor staggered.

And the sight revealed was

Thud, thud.

Sein, covered in wounds.

Seemingly torn clothes, with wounds oozing blood from within.

“What’s this, Captain? Nothing special?”

“Just this much….”

As Sobian and Dande passed by Sein.

They turned back slowly, looking at Gouler with disappointed faces.

“……!”

And astonishment dawned on their faces.

“Ca…ptain?”

It was Sein and Dande who had drawn their weapons, not Sobian.

But in the distance, Gouler stood holding his sword.

A second sword that not just anyone would draw.

Shiver.

Gouler’s famous sword, Gera, was trembling.

Even more astonishing was

“Ca…ptain?”

Blood was flowing from the side of Gouler’s blade, as it grazed past.

“Sorry, but that’s how the responsibility falls on the captain.”

Sein’s voice, with a smile.

It was from the beginning.

Se Ain didn’t look at Dandena or Sobiang, only one.

“You!”

“This punk!”

He only had eyes for Goular.

When Dandena and Sobiang, enraged by being ignored, rushed at Se Ain.

“Stop.”

Boom!

With Goular’s magic, his voice overwhelmed everything.

Goular, who initially seemed light.

“I’ve seen your skills.”

Goular, now respectful.

“Let’s consider this settling our debts.”

Nodding.

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Goular bowed his head.

Seeing this, Sobiang and Dandena had no choice.

“Let’s go back.”

Simply following Goular’s absolute command.

And a while later, when they had completely disappeared.

“…Damn.”

Se Ain uttered curses like screams before collapsing.

***

Se Ain, who had not rested once since leaving Chichiron.

What may seem like a respite to some was for Se Ain a time of experimentation and training.

“Feeling refreshed.”

So, the day he first collapsed was, for Se Ain, true relaxation.

“Are you okay?”

Balak asked.

“I’m fine. Refreshed.”

It was sincere.

His body too.

‘His mind as well.’

Many things felt refreshed.

“I never dreamed the judges would back off like that.”

Balak said, genuinely amazed.

The judges have a fearsome reputation.

The judges of each clan, except for the patriarchs, are known to be feared by all.

The recognition of such a judge.

And respect.

Just that alone would elevate Sein’s reputation to an unprecedented level.

“…….”

But Sein was more focused on the judge itself than such things.

‘Certainly…’

The judge he faced for the first time.

‘Alien.’

They were different from any beings Sein had known so far.

And they were indeed.

‘They must be the ones who are the core of this world.’

The true power held by the Dark Tower.

“Whatever it is, I enjoyed the vacation properly.”

Sein, Sessil, and Valac had arrived in Rasiel before they knew it.

“What’s this?”

They re-entered Rasiel’s garden.

“Why is the atmosphere like this?”

Sein realized that a strange silence and tension pervaded all of Rasiel.

Scratch, scratch.

Sein scratched his head.

“Was I that important?”

The only major event was being detained under Borgheo, so could that be the reason?

“Both Valac and Rasiel seemed touched.”

But that’s just the story.

“…….”

Sein felt that the tension in Rasiel was not caused by him.

There was something else.

“What happened?”

Since Valac was the last to leave Rasiel, Sein asked him.

“Nothing much happened until I left.”

Valac seemed unaware of the details.

“Surely….”

The incident in Contra?

That’s quite a serious matter; if it becomes an issue, it could escalate.

‘Immortals aren’t that careless.’

What on earth happened?

“Well, pondering alone won’t bring answers.”

Now that they were back in Rasiel, there was work to be done.

“That human will tell us.”

Reporting to Alman, the master of Rasiel.

The path leading to Alman.

“…….”

Rasiel’s tense members were on guard.

If they were on good terms, they might ask something, but Sein was a stone sticking out even in Rasiel.

Asking might just create unnecessary friction.

“It seems like something’s up.”

The strange tension was affecting Sein and Vallak.

And finally, they reached their destination.

“Is the master inside?”

Sein asked the member guarding the master’s room.

“I’ve returned from vacation to report.”

Even as Sein spoke with a casual air, the member didn’t show any particular expression.

Normally, expressing discomfort might seem typical, but it was evident they were preoccupied or focused on something else.

“A guest has arrived.”

And they could sense the truth behind that tension.