The Archangel of Death - Chapter 230

230: The achivement 230: The achivement Chapter 230 “Should I be glad it wasn’t me?” I asked as I made my way to the painting.

It was strange that a man who was so devoted to his wife could have done anything like this.

Which meant he wasn’t buying and selling.

He was just buying.

And he made sure they never got anywhere else but here.

I grabbed the painting and tore it off.

At first, I thought he was killing them but that wasn’t so.

I felt movement when I came here.

At first, I thought it was just the rustling of the wind through open channels but it wasn’t.

It was a draft.

Coming from nowhere other than this painting.

It was small so it was hard to detect even for me so I just took a shot.

Glad to see I wasn’t wrong.

There was a door behind the painting.

A door that no doubt would lead to a room where there would be multiple women held behind bars against their will.

“Shall we?” I asked as I opened the door.

We entered and immediately ended up on a flight of stairs.

After a few minutes down the stairs, we ended up in an open room where there was another door.

I entered the room while the girls were about to follow me inside when I hurriedly stopped.

“Don’t!” I said out loud.

“What?” Asmara asked me.

“Nothing.

Just don’t come in here.” I said and shut the door behind me.

[This is horrible] “It is,” I replied out loud.

[You’re angry, aren’t you?] “I am,” I replied.

[Then why won’t you show it?] “Because the girls out there are innocent.

If they even catch a glimpse of this, they would never be the same.

Better to suffer myself than destroy their purity.” I replied as I once again opened the door and came out of the room.

“What is it?” Asmara asked while Sasha also stared at me, puzzled.

“Nothing,” I replied.

“What was it?” Asmara asked again, serious this time.

I smiled as I put my hand on her cheek and said, “You’re beautiful.” She was dumbstruck by my comment but even more so when she saw my face.

I decided to let it go and said, “We need to go.” They nodded and we left the way we came.

After that, we made our way out of the castle the same way we made it in.

Once we were out, I pulled out their capes from my inventory and gave them to the girls as I said, “Go back to the guardhouse.

I will be with you soon.” They didn’t ask another question and left.

As for me, I sighed and turned to the city.

I was actually here to figure out the layout of the castle but now that wasn’t important anymore.

What was important was to just win.

I didn’t know what the academy was trying to show these students but I hoped it wasn’t what I saw in there.

These newborn chicks won’t survive that.

“Who are you?” A guard outside the building asked me as I approached it.

Since I was still in the uniform of this city, no spears were aimed at me.

I wasn’t in the mood to talk so I just summoned some [Magic cannons] and harshly knocked them out.

Then I opened the door to the building and entered.

Some more guards met me but they were knocked out as well.

Once I was done with that, I looked at the food that was preserved by magic.

Fancy thing, magic.

Did everything science took years to accomplish.

But, just like science, it couldn’t bring something gone as well.

I cut off the mana supply and the preservation magic cast on the food that was enough to feed this city for a month was exposed to the room temperature.

I could have let it all spoil but I had an army on the way.

I was sure it would be needed then as well.

Normally I would have used my shop but why waste coins on that when I could just loot the granary of this city?

Ever wonder how the Vatican caused the people to rebel against their lords?

Food.

While the lords held banquets, the common fold starved.

So a rebellion was inevitable.

What would happen when these people would run out of food and then the backup food in a week?

I was curious why this test was held at the beginning of the winter.

But now I understood why.

It was kind of amazing.

Only they failed to count that these kids could ever come up with this kind of strategy.

Even Asmara wouldn’t think of doing this and she was a genius in such matters.

I could only imagine about the others.

I stored everything in my inventory and made sure that the guards wouldn’t be found no matter who looked for them.

They didn’t need to be hidden so well.

Those looking for them would never thoroughly look at this place.

The more logical assumption would be to look for them outside.

But by the time any of that would happen, I would be well out of this city.

**************** “Let’s go,” I said.

“You found what you need?” Asmara asked.

I nodded and said, “Come on.

Let’s go.” Asmara and Sasha both nodded and we left the guardhouse.

Our next destination was the hill outside the city where an army would arrive in two days.

But before that, I had to take a detour and check out the place where Eric found the treasure that helped him through his journey of becoming the greatest prick in existence.

******************* “What is this place?” Asmara asked.

Sasha also looked at me curiously.

Sasha wasn’t one to talk much from the looks of it.

“This is a dungeon,” I said.

It was a dungeon but it didn’t look like one.

As we were, making our way deeper, I was once again proven correct.

Eric was a prick who had this world on his side.

Lucky prick to be more precise.

You guessed it right.

In front of me were six idiots and one prick, slowly and cautiously making their way deeper into the dungeon.

Now I understood why there were no monsters on the way.

But I didn’t understand why there were no carcasses.

Did Eric have some way of storing them?

But why would he?

Why would any of them?

They couldn’t take it out of the artifact after all.

Only one thing could be taken out of the artifact and that was none other than the artifact prize, the inheritance.

They also noticed us and turned to look at us in surprise.

“Fancy seeing you all in here.” I said before I pointed the way where we came from with my thumb and asked, “Any chance you took the bodies of those behind?” No answer.

Rude.

I then asked, “What are you doing here?” “Nothing you should care about.

You left this team, remember.” Sera cheekily said as she puffed out her nonexistent chest.

I know I said that all kinds of chests were amazing but man, that’s as flat as a flat board.

“I did, didn’t I?” I said sarcastically before I said, “Which would mean that if I wasn’t to raid this dungeon, I would have to kill you all, right?” “Enough.

We don’t care what you do.” Surprisingly enough, it was Eric who said that.

Hah!

Guess I scared him for good.

“How did you get rid of the monster carcasses you killed?” Since he was in the mood to humor me, I asked just to be sure.

“We didn’t.” Eric replied before he added, “There wasn’t anything.” Now that was strange.

There should have been something.

Or at least there was in the novel.

Since Eric seemed so sure of it, it was in his past life as well.

Then why not now?

Did something end up changing?

Could be.

But I doubt I had anything to do with this artifact.

[There’s always a small chance] ‘And there’s always a ‘no chance in hell’ as well.’ I replied.

I had nothing to do with this artifact.

I was sure of that.

Which meant there was something else.

Something that was filling in the hole from the second test.

The kidnapping incident from the second test wasn’t supposed to happen in the second test.

It was supposed to happen in the third test.

But now it didn’t.

What changed that?

Only one theory.

The time was filling in the holes.

If one event was pushed forward, then there was a chance that another event was rushing to fill in that hole.

As we arrived at the end of the dungeon, we found nothing.

But the strange feeling in my heart only increased.

“Come on.” Eric was still calling the shots so he was at the forefront.

As he opened the door, a notification appeared in my view while Eric whizzed past me as he was thrown away by something.

[An emergency quest has arrived] The being that hit Eric appeared in front of me out in the open.

Never in my life, have I wanted to say I hated being right.

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