The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns

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Chapter 19

Vishiri Cascadia.

Not only had Tyvel's first son been thoroughly defeated, but most of the forces sent to completely suppress Melissa were also reduced to nothing but bloodstains in a single day.

No one knew what had happened to that powerless child.

What mattered, however, was that Tyvel had lost the majority of his current forces.

The borrowed reinforcements, prepared just in case of an emergency, were no small number.

Although Tyvel Cascadia was also at the level of an intermediate expert, like Vishiri Cascadia, he had no intention of gambling his life in battle when even many intermediate experts had already fallen.

"First, we head to the capital. Once safety is ensured, we’ll plan for the future."

His second son, Bivel Cascadia, looked slightly dissatisfied.

He was at a peak stage in his talent, and the fact that they had to flee in such a disgraceful manner did not sit well with him.

"Don’t worry, Father. If they push all the way into this mansion, I will cut them down in a single stroke."

"Your words are comforting, at least."

Tyvel replied curtly, his expression firm, then shouted at the knight who entered the room after.

"What about the items in the basement?"

"We’ve already dispatched personnel to handle them. Do not worry. We are disposing of what needs to be disposed of and securing what must be secured. No trace will be left in the mansion."

Ideally, everything should have been disposed of.

However, there were too many valuable items to simply discard.

"Make sure the matter of the elves is never discovered. Leave no traces and burn everything to ashes."

"Understood, sir. I will—"

It was then.

The previously bustling mansion suddenly felt eerily quiet.

"Hmm? Why is it so quiet? We must act quickly while Melissa is still distracted by the monster."

It was unnervingly silent.

The knight drew his sword, cloaking himself in aura.

"Master, something is amiss. I will check the situation. Please, do not leave this place."

As the knight hurriedly departed, Tyvel, who had been seated, was enveloped by a strange unease.

"Father?"

"Do not worry. I’m sure it’s nothing."

He believed that.

Until he realized that even after 10, then 20 minutes, the knight had not returned.

"Father, something isn’t right."

"..."

Tyvel immediately grabbed his sword, his face hardened.

"Follow me."

The mansion was unnaturally quiet.

No matter what, there should still be numerous servants in the mansion.

And there were also knights and soldiers Tyvel had taken from the count’s estate.

Yet it was too silent.

Something was deeply wrong.

"Gasp?!"

When Tyvel Cascadia and his second son, Bivel Cascadia, stepped out of the office, they were shocked to find a hallway turned into a hellscape.

Everyone was dead.

While the servants' corpses were not visible, none of the knights or soldiers were alive and moving.

The stench of blood enveloped everything.

When did this happen?

No, how did this even happen?

Suppressing his chaotic emotions, Tyvel headed toward the lobby.

There, he saw the knight who had gone to report lying bloodied on the floor.

Beside him stood a boy with his back turned.

"Tyvel Cascadia."

A chilling voice filled the air, suffocating everything around.

"You… you, it can’t be..."

The boy slowly turned his head.

His icy, sky-blue eyes, completely different from his father’s, exuded a sharp, frigid aura.

"Leon… is it you? Are you Leon?!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Uncle, have you already forgotten your nephew’s face?"

"..."

Leon?

That was impossible.

Tyvel Cascadia, his face stiff, asked:

"Did you… did you kill them all?"

"Of course. Who else would’ve done it?"

"You… you devil!"

Tyvel roared.

"To kill them all! Are you even human?!"

"Oh, why such harsh words? This from someone who kidnapped his nephew, threatened him, and even oppressed innocent people. Don’t worry; I left the unrelated servants untouched."

Leon raised his sword, a silvery blade surrounded by formless, crimson aura.

He had once been a talentless fool who couldn’t even use aura.

There was no way he could emit such overwhelming pressure.

Tyvel could not comprehend the current situation.

Had he hidden his strength?

Even so, it would have been impossible not to notice such a subtle difference.

"Do you wish for death so badly? Before I drag you down for committing such heinous acts and exposing them to the world!"

Tyvel released his aura in a display of intimidation.

It seemed Leon had indeed become an aura user.

The pressure he emitted was surprising, but in the end, he was just an aura user.

Tyvel, an intermediate expert, was not someone who could be defeated by him.

Moreover, his second son, Bivel, was also brimming with talent.

At that moment, Leon spoke.

"You seem to have hidden something interesting in the basement."

"..."

"Why were you so eager to destroy all the evidence? Burn it all away, even? And yet, you call me a devil? Do you think the royal family or the nobles who support you would tolerate finding out about the elves you’ve imprisoned in the basement?"

"How… how do you know about that?!"

"If only you’d been good to your people. They told me everything. To them, you were just a boss who paid wages, nothing more, nothing less."

Leon smirked.

“They told me everything. Surely, you're aware that slavery is prohibited in our Bata Kingdom. Were you planning to sell them abroad? And not just any slaves—elves? Are you trying to start a war with the World Tree Elves?”

“Father!”

It was at that moment.

Bivel Cascadia stepped forward to stand beside Tyvel.

Though he hadn’t surpassed the level of an expert, given his age, there was no doubt he was a peerless genius.

“I’ll cut that bastard’s head off.”

The fact that the mansion’s knights and soldiers had been silently killed already made it clear this wasn’t a normal situation, but Bivel failed to grasp such a simple truth.

All he saw was the pathetic fool in front of him, exuding aura and posing a threat.

It was laughable to him.

No, perhaps he realized something was wrong but found it hard to accept.

Bivel raised his sword, flashing a savage grin.

“To think I’d live to see the day you run wild. But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re just defective goods.”

“Bivel! Stand down!!”

“Hah! Father! It’s just Leon! The defective fool you always spoke of! Surely, this situation is just some kind of sorcery!”

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Bivel had a tendency to look down on the siblings of the Count’s family due to his own considerable talent.

While he acknowledged Melissa to some degree, Leon was another matter entirely.

To think that the foolish dullard, who couldn’t even wield aura, was now threatening him and his father—it was utterly intolerable.

For years, Tyvel had ingrained in him the comparison with Leon.

Naturally, Bivel saw Leon as an incomparable fool, someone who could never surpass him, no matter how much he struggled.

“I’ll be generous and forgive your arrogance with just one arm, Leon.”

Despite being younger than Melissa or Leon, Bivel had unshakable faith in his talent.

As an aura user, he believed there was no way he could lose—especially since his talent was genuine, unrivaled among aura users of his level.

However, Tyvel Cascadia, far more experienced than Bivel, felt an eerie unease.

Even if, as Bivel claimed, sorcery was involved, Leon, who had slaughtered the entire force, was undoubtedly dangerous.

“No! Bivel!! Stop!!”

Bivel lunged with his sword in an instant, aiming to pierce his opponent, but Leon barely moved.

Tyvel, aware of the abnormality of the situation, shouted desperately.

Just as Bivel’s blade was about to touch Leon—

Tyvel witnessed a horrifying sight.

It was as if Leon’s time accelerated for a moment, his figure scattering like a shadow.

In an instant, Leon appeared, severing the arm of Tyvel’s precious son, Bivel.

Bivel’s sword slashed nothing but empty air.

Though Bivel’s talent was exceptional, talent alone didn’t equate to strength.

It merely meant one could grow stronger faster.

This was a mistake—and arrogance—that those intoxicated by their own talent often made.

“AAARGH!!!”

With a terrible scream, Bivel collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain and spraying blood everywhere.

“You said you’d forgive me with just one arm? Then should I cut off both to earn forgiveness?”

“AAARGH! Y-You cursed bastard… Gah…?!”

As another arm was severed, Bivel howled in pain, flailing on the ground without his limbs.

“Stop, Leon!!”

“And if I don’t? What can you do about it?”

Leon calmly raised his gaze to meet Tyvel’s.

“F-Father, something’s wrong… S-Spare me…”

BOOM!!!

Leon kicked the collapsed Bivel, sending him flying.

Unable to withstand the shock, Bivel lost consciousness.

Talent, no matter how brilliant, was like an unscratched lottery ticket if it hadn’t fully blossomed.

“Bivel!! No!! Leon! I should have killed you long ago! You should not have been left alive!”

“It wasn’t that you didn’t—it’s that you couldn’t.”

“You wretch! Do you even realize what enormous forces you’ve provoked into fighting against you?”

“Let’s get one thing straight. I didn’t pick this fight. You lot are the ones who came after me. So reckless.”

With that, Leon took a step forward.

BOOM!!!

Simultaneously, a heavy wave of energy erupted from his feet, crushing the surroundings.

The aura emanating from this so-called aura user was incomprehensible.

This wasn’t a human—it was a monster.

Surely, the destruction of Tyvel Cascadia’s main forces, including Vishiri Cascadia, was because of this being.

Fighting him here would be unwise.

But the bastard had severed his son’s arms.

Grinding his teeth in rage, Tyvel summoned his sword aura.

“Until I rip out your eyes and crush them, my fury will not subside.”

“For someone who cherishes their child so much, you sure mistreated someone else’s family.”

“LEON!!!”

Blinded by rage at his son’s injury, Tyvel unleashed the full power of his sword expertise against Leon.

Though Tyvel was considered near the level of a Sword Expert, Leon’s physical enhancement had long surpassed normal limits.

Mastering massive aura required exceptional control, but for Leon, it was no issue.

A storm of swords erupted with incredible speed.

Clang! Slash!

Clack-clack! Slash!

The swords collided rapidly, yet Leon’s aura, like an unending ocean, kept replenishing itself, even as it was consumed.

From an outsider’s perspective, it appeared as though Tyvel was ferociously pushing forward.

But in truth, his attacks were blocked or missed entirely, failing to make Leon retreat even a step.

Instead, Leon’s counterattacks left wounds on Tyvel.

“Why… Why doesn’t your aura diminish?! This is impossible!”

Normally, an aura user would exhaust their energy just defending against attacks like this.

Even a single clash of sword aura should drain significant reserves.

This was an unchanging rule, regardless of talent or skill.

Yet Leon’s aura showed no sign of depletion.

Meanwhile, Tyvel’s aura was beginning to run dry.

“Die!!!”

With a desperate scream, Tyvel deflected Leon’s sword and thrust his blade towards Leon’s heart.

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