The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

Jagar’s failure.

It was soon the failure of Demorus, and also the failure of the council.

“Get out.”

Thanks to that, the interest in Saint seemed to have diminished.

It would be so.

“You must be restless.”

Jagar was disciplined by the council for responsibility for the failure.

If it was only the failure to retrieve the Holy Sword, it would be fortunate.

– The 5th Legion, which had set out together, has been annihilated.

The legion led by Jagar has been wiped out.

– I heard they were rescued.

Rescued not by my own hand, but by the hand of another.

It was a disgrace to Demorus.

“Just being alive is something to be grateful for.”

My head is pounding.

Jagar, the gods of Demorus as well.

In essence, it’s no different from stripping Jagar of his successor candidacy, so those who declared their support for Jagar must be floundering like a lost ship.

It’s a matter that will stir the whole family.

But one question remained.

‘Did the head of the family really believe Jagar would succeed?’

In search of that answer, I looked at Tejera’s face, but her ice-cold expression gave nothing away to Sein.

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The Castle of Mist.

One of the many castles in Demorus.

And the master of this place.

“Spread the word that Sein Demorus has arrived.”

It was Jagar Demorus’s castle.

“Jagar is currently indisposed….”

“Understood.”

Someone other than the servant who had entered the castle came out to greet Sein.

One of the members of the organization, Umwoo, under Jagar’s lineage.

“Jagar will not receive visitors.”

The servant’s throat must have gone dry.

As if the situation wasn’t already uncomfortable.

“You’re not here to play. Let him know you’ve come. If he refuses once, he might break in.”

“…I understand.”

Tense?

Since Sein, who could be considered to have such a relationship, had come.

For personal gain.

The gates of the Castle of Mist opened.

Knowing Sein wouldn’t easily turn back from his demand, they ultimately opened the door.

“Allow me to guide you.”

The Castle of Mist was so gloomy, one might think it was actually Sein’s Castle of Despair.

But of course, with the lord of the castle completely losing his mind, it was only natural.

“Hah!”

With the lord of the castle becoming a fool, it would be even more so.

“If it’s you, I thought you’d come.”

A voice that seemed to linger faintly.

Lying on the bed, Zagarr spoke.

“Did you want to raise the bet that much?”

But it seemed Zagarr still had some last trace of pride, as he struggled to rise with the support of his subordinates.

“What now?”

Bandages wrapped around his entire body.

Rip!

Zagarr tore them apart with one hand.

“Mock as much as you want! There’s no need for courtesy towards a loser!”

Zagarr’s appearance was truly grave.

His whole body stuck with burns, his face and one hand so disfigured that they were barely recognizable.

This is Demorus.

One of the three dark families of the continent.

While not a sect, there were quite a few high-ranking priests with significant divine power, ruling like slaves underwater.

And there were superior potions made from various materials that were hard to find elsewhere on the continent.

The most precious elixirs were also found in Demorus.

“What a sight.”

It was understood that even with such things, he would not recover.

-Taindra.

The flame possessed by the Holy Sword Taindra.

No, its true power.

-Holy Flame.

That was the only thing that could happen.

“Mock to your heart’s content.”

Zagarr said with self-derision.

But that’s just Zagarr.

Crack.

The subordinates supporting Zagarr trembled, fists clenched, glaring at the Saint.

“You’ve raised these dogs well.”

“Are you praising or mocking?”

“But you shouldn’t just open your eyes carelessly.”

At that moment.

Gasping.

Zagarr, enduring excruciating pain, managed to rally.

“They’re my subordinates. Don’t think of messing with them recklessly.”

Did he have this side to him?

No, they knew.

It was because of things like this that even in Demorus, there were quite a few who followed Zagarr.

With a snake-like impression, somewhat foolish somewhere, but still, they said he took good care of his own.

“I’ll probably end up being abandoned and killed.”

The fate that awaits a failure like Demorus.

Despite being born and raised in his ancestral home with blood ties, the price of not being respected would be just that.

Moreover, with this body, he would never be able to wield a sword properly.

Puffs of smoke filled the air.

Jaggar had used a curse.

“Even if I kill you here, nothing will change for me.”

“Oh, you’re confident, aren’t you?”

“…”

A bastard who reveals his wounds when hurt.

That was exactly Jaggar’s demeanor.

“Get out.”

Sein spoke to Jaggar’s subordinates.

But they didn’t even flinch.

“If you kill their master, I’ll be executed. You want me to leave?”

Sein repeated, but they remained motionless.

“Hmph.”

Although tempted to turn things upside down out of frustration, that wasn’t why he had come here.

“Jaggar. It’s a shame. I wanted to savor the scratch I left on your face.”

“You!”

The wound inflicted during their first encounter with Jaggar.

“I put my heart into making it with X scars, what a pity.”

“How dare you…!”

Jaggar couldn’t hold back his anger towards Sein, who kept insulting him.

But Jaggar was also someone from a prestigious family with numerous bloodlines vying for succession.

Rumors of his skills and intellect circulated.

“Get out.”

Jaggar spoke to his subordinates.

“But…”

“I’m fine, so just leave!”

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A one-on-one battle with Jaggar.

If it had come to a showdown, one of them would have ended up dead, no matter the outcome.

The winner would undoubtedly have been Sein, himself.

But the current atmosphere between them was quite different.

“…”

“Jaggar can even make such a serious expression.”

“……?”

“Ah, sorry, I got confused with my inner thoughts.”

Jagarr furrowed his brow.

“Your face is stern enough as it is, don’t make it worse. I feel like I might throw up.”

“Stop babbling nonsense. What are you talking about?”

Jagarr regained his composure and spoke.

“What?”

“The words you said earlier.”

Sein clearly stated.

“The wound you inflicted is on the right. Why did you mention Xara?”

It must have been strange.

As Jagarr said, the wound Sein inflicted was on the right.

The left side…

“You can guess, can’t you?”

It was something that happened on the day Jagarr faced humiliation.

Now, even faded by burns, the scar was barely visible, but Jagarr remembered it vividly.

“That… “

“Yeah, I’m a bastard.”

“…!”

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Jagarr’s pupils dilated at Sein’s words.

Numerous questions would arise.

How Sein was there.

Why Sein was with the Paladins.

Why Sein was called a saint.

“….”

How Sein had wielded the power of a saint.

“….”

No matter how much one pondered, the answer wouldn’t come.

Sein was an existence that could never be explained by the norms of this world.

-Cheat.

It could be said to be cheat itself.

If one failed to grasp that concept, they would never understand.

“Was he a traitor?”

That might be the best answer Jagarr could come up with.

“Are you insane? Even if we’re of the same blood.”

“If it’s those bastards from the Order…”

They might have found a way somehow.

“Do you think that makes sense? Are you out of your mind? Do you think the old man wouldn’t know?”

“….”

Jagarr remained silent for a long time.

He finally opened his mouth.

“Why are you telling me this?”

This is Sein’s secret.

Revealing it also meant requesting something significant in return.

It was a secret that would have remained unknown if left unspoken.

“Jagar.”

Sein called Jagar.

“Will you be my hound?”

Normally, Jagar would have been in an uproar.

He would have called it nonsense and attempted to stab a dagger into his jugular.

“….”

But the lad had proven himself as Demorus’s successor candidate.

Listening.

It was a virtue one must possess if they aspire to stand above someone.

“Be my hound like your subordinates. Jagar.”

Sein said.

“I will save you.”

“Save me… Do you know what that means?”

Jagar’s voice changed.

He, who had been shattered entirely.

He had found a glimmer of hope within that wreckage.

“It may be inevitable for the successorship to be stripped, but I will do my best to prevent it. If I continue to gain influence, it should be entirely possible.”

“Nonsense.”

“If not, you can gain influence yourself.”

“Nonsense!”

Jagar shouted.

Neither Demorus’s potion nor the clergy could mend him.

“Like this? Eventually, you will humiliate me…”

“I cured the Gangric disease.”

“….!”

“That rumor is no false tale.”

He would know.

He thought the secret either lay with the witch who was Sein’s guardian or was merely temporary.

“But that alone…”

“Have you forgotten?”

Jagar quietly stared at Sein.

“I was there that day too.”

“….!”

Sein was right.

The day the lightning struck and the plague spread.

Sein was there.

“Me. You. And….”

Another person who was with Sein.

“The Saint too.”

Sein revealed another secret.

‘After all, the elders must already know.’

By the time the rumor spread, they would have already grasped it.

Some deities were also aware of it.

-Information loses its value if not delivered in time.

Learned from the shining Othomeo of the past.

“Four of the same kind, heal. Me.”

Just that made Jhagar tremble.

Jhagar, who had lived holding a sword all his life.

Not being able to hold a sword is akin to losing one’s life.

Sein was offering to save Jhagar’s life now.