Chapter 136
At that moment, in the underground hideout of the ‘Shadow Court’ within the Marquisate of York.
The war had ended, and Dale, victorious in both Wars of the Roses, was there. Facing his unforgettable enemy.
The man who lost the name of the holy sword was bound there. No, he was no longer even a ‘person’—just a beast.
“Oink, oink!”
Wrapped around that man was the shell of a pig. A shell that had lost all function as armor of the mind, literally projecting his very essence. His aura heart was already shattered, and what remained was nothing but the remnants of an aura spinning aimlessly, having lost its center.
“Everyone, step back.”
Dale spoke. At his command, Master Baro and all the members of the Shadow Court vanished like the wind.
Only Dale and the former prosecutor remained in the courtroom.
“Let’s talk.”
Dale spoke, his gaze fixed on the ‘two swords’ slung diagonally across his sword belt.
“That cowardly, squeaky little Saxon brat…!”
The pig-headed man began thrashing about like a madman, awkwardly mimicking a human voice.
“Cowardly?”
Dale retorted, drawing one sword from his waist.
It wasn’t the artifact of the Demon King’s Realm… the jet-black demon sword ‘Hunger’. Instead, it was a white blade, radiating a brilliance more dazzling than anything else.
That day, Dale defeated Mikhail Lancaster and seized the ancient sword of the warrior.
“Peacemaker!”
