Cursed Thrones
Chapter 30 - Fractional

While running towards the demon, Brian smiled in his heart.

All this time, his actions were only a gamble, with life as his payment.

A gamble to see if this time, Orlog will also help him return. Given what happened when fighting the Goblins at that moment.

However, there was not the slightest sound of the figure claiming to be the god of fate.

Only silence, as well as the cries of the townspeople filled his ears.

Was Brian wrong?

Will the bet fail even before the game starts?

Unknowingly, Brian had been standing quite close to the demonic figure.

'Saturray!'

He strengthened the grip on his sword. While his gaze was fixed only on that demonic figure.

His appearance looked completely helpless, with several magic circles hovering around the demon's body.

Silently, the Devil was completely motionless with both hands wide open while casting his spell.

'chance!'

That's what's on Brian's mind.

In the various RPG games that he has lived, a witch always has a fatal weakness.

It cannot move while casting its spell.

And with that....

'Sraaat!'

Brian swung his sword with all his might. Directed right at the devil's neck.

It's just....

'Klaaangg!!!'

The demon raised his right arm, holding down Brian's iron sword so easily.

"Wh...."

Not having time to finish his words, the Devil pulled back his right arm before hitting Brian's body with all his might.

'Blaaaaaaarrrr!!!'

By reflex, Brian used both of his hands to take cover. Holding back the punch that was supposed to hit right on his chest.

'Braaac! Braaakk!!'

Brian's body was thrown very far away. It passed through the various shrubs and branches of trees that existed quickly, before coming to a complete halt when its body crashed into the wooden walls of this city.

'BRAAAA!!!'

"Kuughhh!!!"

Blood spurted from Brian's mouth along with the crumbling of the wooden wall.

The last thing he remembered, was only the cold gaze of the demon. A gaze similar to when he repels mosquitoes or other insects.

"Sia... lan...."

'Bruuuk!'

Not long after, Brian's body fell to the ground. Losing consciousness slowly.

His gaze was getting narrower and also getting darker.

Before finally....

"Well.... Alright."

Orlog's voice rang out just before Brian completely lost his consciousness. Quickly, Brian's body now rose back from the ground.

Light distortions were visible all over Brian's body, with the most intense distortions occurring at the most heavily injured parts. Both arms and back.

If one were to look at himself at this moment, it would be as if Brian's two arms had abnormal shapes. With the wrong finger placed for a while before returning again as before.

Similarly, some of the light that disappears around it. Making a part of his arm look like it never existed in this world.

Like an image on a broken film, the distortion phenomenon can be seen almost all over Brian's body.

It's just....

Little by little, Brian's arm, which had previously been completely crushed by the blow from the Devil, had now returned to its original state.

But Brian didn't realize it. He just lost consciousness.

While fixing his hair with his left hand, Brian's body again spoke as usual. But in a slightly different voice.

"You just want to hold the devil back, don't you? Leave it to me." Brian said to himself with a smile.

The only noticeable difference was that the pupils in his eyes turned pitch-black.

"This blog itself, which will kill him." continued Brian's body, which has now come under his control.

With a look full of confidence, Orlog walked back to the Devil.

Step by step He went through with a relaxed attitude while gathering back the fragments of his strength that are still left in this world.

......***......

Meanwhile, far outside the walls of the small town of Grenary, thousands of people were running around. Everyone tried their hardest to leave the city that had been within the scope of this gigantic magic circle.

In the distance, the boundary of this magic circle seemed to be getting closer. They are no longer far from the word 'congratulations' on this run.

Among the crowd....

"Well.... Huh.... Huh...."

Cecilia continued to run as fast as she could while holding the little girl. His breathing was running out, but he could not stop at this moment.

After all, he had no idea when this large-scale magic would activate.

"Sister.... Where's mama?" ask the girl while crying.

Cecilia's heart continued to be sliced every time she heard her cries. Because the figure of the girl reminded him a little of his former self.

Weak and alone, there was not a single person by his side.

Cecilia understood very well what the little girl was feeling. And the only thing on his mind, was just a wish for the girl not to end up the same as she did.

After preparing herself, Cecilia replied.

"Calm down, I'll find your mama. Okay well? But now, we go first from...."

'Braa!!'

Accidentally, Cecilia bumped into someone else on her way. They both fell to the ground.

"Sorry...."

Instantly, both of Cecilia's eyes opened wide after seeing the fallen figure before her.

He was a young man with straight brownish hair, covering up his ears.

The young man was wearing a white robe with a black groove without the slightest bit of iron slab protecting him.

Fear immediately enveloped Cecilia's body.

He was the same person he had seen with Brian a few days ago. Leading the army of the ninth holy order.

Even as if all that wasn't bad enough, Cecilia soon realized that the beanie she was wearing had fallen.

It shows its pointed and long ears, along with a small horn on its head.

'Die.... I'm gonna die....'

The only thing Cecilia could do, was to tightly hug the little girl. It made him unable to see his true figure.

'Sorry Brian.... L'm.... I'm....'

'Sruuggs!'

Suddenly, the commander of the ninth commandment force, Reverie, took Cecilia's beanie and put it on him.

Even Reverie tried well to cover the pointed ears and also the little horns of Cecilia.

"Eh?" cecilia was surprised.

He could not understand what had just happened to him.

Before, Cecilia thought that she would die. Moreover, the commander of the holy orders was right before him.

But what happened was....

"Thank you." replied Reverie before running back towards the city center in Grenary.

When Cecilia looked back at the commander, she did not find any combat equipment on him.

No armour, no weapons. Just a pair of thin white gloves he wore.

'Why? Ah.... That's not important. That means Brian will have extra help, right? Now, I just need to focus on leaving.' Cecilia thought in her heart.

He got up and ran back. Leave this Grenary territory, and leave the rest to the two people.

Thinking that Brian might have survived, if the Commander had done the same thing he did to him.