Evan D. Sherden, Punishment. (1)
Evan felt sorry for his brother Eric, but he had set up failsafe mechanisms in Sherden for emergencies if something happened to Sherden when he was not around.
Led by the Bloody Apple, a guild of witches who had to follow his orders, the boundary of the Phoenix Guild and Paradise Guild, which were allies of the city until the last minute of the Yo-Ma Great War 3, was still dividing operational areas and guarding the entrance to the Dungeon.
“Nice to meet you, Miss Selune.”
“Wow, you’re Allan. Hi, nice to meet you too.”
Selune, the youngest, gray-eyed witch, had turned 24 this year. She was in the same group as Allan, the charming man many witches were aiming for, and the guild master of the Paradise Guild.
“We’re the outer wall patrols, right? I don’t think it’s going to be a big deal today. Master Evan just likes to make a fuss.”
“Hahaha, but he has a sharp edge. It comes in handy at times.”
Even as the head of the best-performing guild in the dungeon city, Allan had not forgotten his manners towards the witches.
And it wasn’t because he was very modest. It was only because they had settled in the dungeon city and attacked at least 30 levels of the Dungeon in less than a year, so he knew how scary this group of witches was, and how much power they had.
“And thanks to Master Evan, I can enjoy dating such a beautiful woman.”
“Oh, my God.”
Selune’s cheeks turned red at the handsome man’s flattery. Her charming gray eyes tilted gently.
“They warned me about your charm.”
“That’s a misunderstanding. Not everyone catches my eye.” Allan laughed as if he were falsely accused. Selune snorted and was covertly satisfied. Well, she was indeed the prettiest witch of all!
She was even prettier than the 130-year-old witch, Melonia, who still pretended to be young, and the shameless Ctheasil, who wandered around the dungeon city as if she had forgotten her crimes!
“Oh, isn’t the patrol route this way?”
“Ah, I understand that other teams are going to the west wall today. Let the two of us go this way.”
“Is that so?”
It was also well known that there were many witches. Selune grinned as she watched Allan correcting the patrol route. Allan coughed loudly.
His charm was too magnetizing for the witch to ignore.
But Selune was no amateur.
“Your smile is so pretty.”
“Really? I’m flattered.”
The distance between the two was getting closer and closer during the patrol. Selune’s sisters had told her that Allan had good manners, but she wasn’t expecting this. Did he really get hooked on Selune?
“Or is it finally today?”
“What? Oh, by the way, I brought you some drinks on the way to the patrol. Would you like some?”
“This is pretty good.”
Of course, there were some differences between individuals, but strong people in the dungeon city knew enough to handle themselves when they had to carry out their duties.
Rather, many explorers took care of alcohol when they entered the Dungeon because it gave proper vitality and numbed the pain. Many died too because of overdrinking.
“Here, have a sip.”
Selune took the hip flask that Allan brought and opened it. The sweet and strong smell of alcohol rose up, making Selune smile.
“It smells good. It’s great.”
“Drink only a little. Too much can be a problem.”
“Well, don’t worry about it. I’m good at dealing with liquids, especially water.”
“Yeah. The water rune, Lagos. It’s a pretty strong rune. I can’t even imagine its strength.”
Allan was a natural warrior type. He couldn’t possibly know about Runes, who had few learners among Wizards. Selune tapped the entrance of the flask with her finger and laughed as she heard the alcohol splash.
“Our witches are supposed to be at least 30 to be recognized as adults. But now that I’m 24 years old, I’m confident that I can talk to my sisters and insist on a love marriage.”
“You’re very capable, too.”
“Yes. Oh, and you should know this. If a witch first reveals her Rune to a foreigner, she is ready to bind her destiny with him.”
As soon as Selune spoke, alcohol soared above the flask. Strangely, it took on the shape of a snake, drawing a pattern in the air. It was the Lagos Rune.
“Only when you’re ready to reap the fate of your opponent.”
“Huh?”
Allan tried to get away quickly, but it was too late. Selune, as she said with her own mouth, was already ready when she called out the Rune’s name.
“Ahh, this is…!”
Allan clenched his teeth, pulling at the chain of an unidentified liquid that stretched out from all sides and restrained his whole body.
He somehow shook off some part of the chain and pulled out and cut it down, but he couldn’t do anything with a rusty sword. It was an artifact; and it was rusting!
“You damn witch!”
“Wow, that’s a nice U-turn from the sweet talk just now.”
In the blink of an eye, Selune, who had completed Allan’s restraint, sighed when she heard the wind’s rustling, and the noises it carried with it. Before she knew it, the city was thrown into hysteria. Other witches were on the move too.
That wasn’t all. Beyond the wall, a noisy roar and monstrous screams were echoing simultaneously. Monsters also began to near the entrance to the temple which entered the Dungeon.
“How…when did you notice? Evan believed me like a rock! He was only suspicious of the Thunderbird Guild…!”
“From the very beginning. Oh, I’m sure it’s going to happen today, even when you’ve been messing with the patrol route. I told you that I heard it from the older members. Everyone told me to be careful of you. Master Evan would have believed you, but not us. From the beginning, we never believed anyone but Master Evan.”
“Oh, this is…”
Allan twisted his body around and gathered all his magic. Although he was caught in the gap by a counterattack when he tried to surprise Selune, there were several ways to escape from the crisis.
He was the master of the Paradise Guild, the head of the elite group at the forefront of the dungeon attack…!
“Good-bye then.”
Cuck!
However, it was a short-lived glory. Selune immediately forced water inside Allan’s veins and held his heart with its grip.
The protective magic hanging on Allan was released by a single stroke, and the protective artifacts on his body were already broken. If there were artifacts that were capable of deceiving the witch’s eyes, only Evan would have had them.
“A… Ah…”
“Wow, I pierced your heart, but it’s still alive. Should I cut your throat? It’s my first time killing a human being, so I might have made a mistake.”
“Evan, that bastard…”
“Master Evan? What about the Master?”
Allan’s death was delayed by a few seconds because he mentioned Evan. Selune couldn’t resist listening about Evan.
Of course, the spear of water that invaded his heart turned into sharp thorns one by one, and water had already flooded his organs; there was no chance of survival.
“How the hell… a group like yours… not just that…so strong… why the hell…”
“Oh, what? Are you envying Master Evan?”
Paradise Guild was a loyalist guild that protected the dungeon city by joining up with the main character. Evan had never suspected the Paradise Guild.
However, the Paradise Guild did not protect Sherden because Allan was a loyalist. He only remained an ally because he saw benefits in it for himself.
Allan liked getting attention. He thought he was the main character. He thought the world was revolving around him, and he believed that this must be true.
“I’m…I’m the hero of Sherden.…”
“Yeah, you’re just a nobody.”
The main character of Yo-Ma Great War Series is definitely one person, but in a broad sense, Paradise Guild could also proudly be known as the main character.
In particular, the guild master, Allan, was in the spotlight with the main character until the second half of the series. Therefore, he was able to remain a hero until the end without realizing his darkness.
“That son of a… If it weren’t for that little brat…”
However, it was different now. Now the main character of the dungeon city was Evan, and he was also a Dungeon Knight. Even Allan’s prestigious achievement—breaking through the Dungeon’s 55th floor—was overshadowed by what Evan had achieved for his young age.
No one noticed his great achievement. Everyone knew that the Dungeon’s 55th floor would be nothing once the Dungeon Knights were officially launched.
This marked Allan’s dissatisfaction with the dungeon city.
A black, shadowy knife crept up Selune’s back to stab her. This was Allan’s doing.
Selune immediately noticed that this was Allan’s power. She couldn’t believe that he was trying to buy time by talking about Evan.
“That’s amazing. It’s an amazing skill. If I hadn’t noticed the Rune, I’d have been in big trouble.”
“Hahahahahaha……!”
Allan, who had broken through the 55th floor just a few months ago, won a class suitable for his career.
Shadow Mercenary.
Regarding Evan, God had said, “He is capable of playing better than anyone else in the dungeon city.”
However, Allan hated Evan so much. It wasn’t that he was greedy for attention. It was just that he didn’t receive any because of Evan.
It seemed that God gave him proper compensation to be satisfied with his current position even though He knew what type of person he was, so he hated it even though he had gotten the second class.
Even now, he had not been able to perform well and had not been sanctioned immediately. This pathetic, meaningless, worthless, hateful……
“I’m not the only traitor… the Demon tribe, the Wild… in the dark, in the dark.”
“I’m sure. You should watch it with me, in the dark where you drift in the void.”
Of course, Selune was not interested in his inner thoughts.
She waved her hand, and at that moment, Allan’s shadow and his body were all scattered. It was destroyed by the terrible pressure of the water being controlled by Selune.
His last moments were shabby like an extra’s—as they should be.
“I need to defend the city, otherwise people will die.”
Selune, who had just killed a famed man of the dungeon city without breaking a sweat, summoned her broom and sighed. Even now, people’s screams from all over the place were echoing in her ears.
Someone had even opened the gate, and the fact that the gates were opened despite the witches’ quick movement… As Allan said, there was indeed another traitor.
“Oh, Master Evan will be sad… Can I comfort him? Will it ever be my turn?”
There was indeed a possibility. Perhaps she could even drag him to her bed. Selune opened her eyes wide in anticipation.
“Okay, Master Evan, I’ll try to stop them all.”
She was one of the strongest witches; one of the few who were being prepared to be appointed as the next godmother. Selune, the Moonlight Water Witch, flew up into the sky on a broomstick.
Before she knew it, the blood-red moon was shining red over the city.
A night of disaster had descended.