LRAB Chapter 119
Chapter 119
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Chapter 119
While discussing the post-dungeon cleanup, Leon suddenly turned his head.
At the same time—
“Gasp?!”
Rebecca’s pupils contracted sharply, and she flinched in shock, collapsing to the ground.
“Rebecca?!”
“Hey... hey! What’s wrong?”
Her fellow rookies shouted at her in alarm.
“Huff... huff...”
But Rebecca couldn’t answer.
The lively smile she usually wore had completely vanished, replaced by an eerie, unsettling feeling.
‘Just now... what was that?’
She slowly lifted her head and looked at Leon.
While he had been chatting with Albion and had casually turned his head, the moment they made eye contact—
She felt a chilling sensation that she couldn’t comprehend.
‘Ah. Déjà vu? No, it’s different. It feels different.’
Rebecca had sharp instincts, and her connection with spirits often heightened her intuition.
But this feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Normally, she would have brushed off such stray thoughts.
However, the vivid image that flashed through her mind was too intense for her to ignore.
She collapsed, sitting with her legs folded, clutching her head with one hand.
The scene that had stormed into her mind was seared too deeply into her memory.
A shadowed figure looking down at her without any emotion, and her own body lying bloodied on the ground.
And—
The figure’s chilling aura as they plunged a sword into her heart made every hair on her body stand on end.
Although she couldn’t see the figure clearly, hidden in the shadows, an overwhelming sense of dread gripped her.
Of course, she had never experienced death or anything remotely close to that.
Yet for some reason, the vividness of the vision was too terrifying to comprehend.
One thing was certain: the scene had flashed in her mind as she looked at Leon.
“Are you all right?”
It was then—
Leon, who had just finished his conversation, approached her, carrying a sniffling Luna on his back.
He reached out an empty hand toward Rebecca.
“...Ah... yes, I’m fine.”
Rebecca, her face pale, hurriedly got up, barely glancing at Leon’s outstretched hand.
Her actions could be seen as a bit rude, but she wasn’t in the right frame of mind to care.
Naturally, her out-of-character behavior surprised those around her, but she hastily fled the scene.
Her breath hitched.
She ran without knowing why, dashing into a quiet alleyway in Ravela before finally stopping to catch her breath.
Only then did she place a hand over her chest, calming her frantic breathing.
“Why did I... act like that?”
As she berated herself for her unusual behavior—
Someone approached.
“Rebecca.”
“Wh-who are you?!”
Startled, she turned her head quickly, and a figure wearing a black robe emerged from the shadows, sword drawn.
The figure wasn’t particularly tall, nor was their build imposing.
A woman, with strands of red hair peeking out from the hood.
“Moon Watchers. I’ve come to meet you.”
“Moon Watchers? Gasp! The continent’s assassination group...”
Swoosh! Clang!
The sword flashed through the air so fast that as a rookie, Rebecca couldn’t even react.
It all happened too quickly—too fast for her to even scream.
However, the sword didn’t cut her.
I then spoke to Misha, the head maid, who had remained silent.
“I’ll take my leave.”
Given her position as part of Mielephon, it couldn’t have looked good for me—Isna’s fiancé—to be so concerned with another woman.
But she didn’t seem too bothered.
Lifting the hem of her dress slightly, she bowed her head and turned to leave slowly.
Luna finally got down from my back after we entered the room.
Then she sluggishly crawled onto my bed and pulled the covers over herself.
“Leon.”
Her weary voice floated out from under the covers.
“Today... I want to be alone.”
Although I still couldn’t sleep well without her, one night shouldn’t be a problem.
“Then why not rest in your own room? Why stay here like this?”
Despite my question, she didn’t budge.
I’d seen her be shameless plenty of times before, but I’d rarely seen her act like a child throwing a tantrum.
Shaking my head, I left the room as she wanted.
Strictly speaking, she was more of a guest, but it was true that the once-dull Cascadia household had become livelier since her arrival.
Now kicked out of my own room, I headed for the training grounds.
After all, my original purpose in coming to Ravela was to break through the level of a 7th-circle necromancer.
And with the highest-grade catalyst taken from the armor of Sullivan, the mad king of the fallen kingdom, I was fully prepared.
I would need a few days to circulate energy in the magic circle rather than breaking through immediately, but if it allowed me to ascend to the 7th circle without side effects, it was worth it.
Awoo!
The shadow wolf, Muyeong, poked its head out of the shadows to announce its presence, but I ignored it and began manipulating the mana floating in the air to form a massive magic circle.
Those passing by paused, startled by the unusual flow of necromantic mana, but they soon resumed their paths as if accustomed to it.
It was as if they were saying, “When has that guy ever done anything normal?”
Why does that bother me?
Why do I feel so annoyed?
Is this how they should react?
Feeling oddly resentful, I gestured.
Boom!
An invisible explosion erupted.
Yet the servants simply glanced over, as if saying, “Well, that’s typical,” and continued with their work.
“Hmm? Did you need something, Young Master?”
“Come here for a moment.”
Finally losing my patience, I called over the maid who had previously revealed Melissa’s location.
“What is it?”
“Why is everyone reacting like this?”
“Pardon?”
“When something this big happens, shouldn’t there be more of a reaction? If the mansion caught fire, would you all just walk past it?”
Isn’t this borderline neglecting their duties?
Even I realized how ridiculous my complaint sounded, but I couldn’t help feeling indignant.
Hearing my question, the maid instead looked aggrieved.
“Well... it’s not like this is the first time you’ve done something strange, Young Master.”
I was left speechless and could only watch as she bowed slightly and walked away.
Fine.
Let’s just break through the circle.
Having shattered and rebuilt countless mana circles in the Hall of Necromancy, forming a magic circle like this wasn’t difficult.
And with a top-tier catalyst, things would be even easier.
I quickly formed a highly complex magic circle and placed the catalyst at its center as a catalyst.
I then walked to the center of the circle and sat down, circulating the necromantic mana within me.
I was surprised.
“What? Why is everything ready?”
My body was already prepared to break through to the 7th circle.
This hadn’t been the case before I came to Ravela.
I could break through right now, but I had been holding off because I couldn’t ignore the potential backlash.
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