NOVEL NEXT Chapter 52
Chapter 51: The Betrayed Throne
“That’s a bit troublesome…”
Miss Vilyric scratched her head in distress.
How did things end up like this?
It was supposed to be just a simple fishing trip, fight a few small monsters, and see if some interesting equipment would drop, but why did it turn into this situation?
“Please spare me!!”
Looking at the mouseman prostrate before her, trembling, the Priestess fell into a long silence.
After using a physical exorcism to purify away those two mummies, Vilyric thought this seemingly craftier and harder-to-deal-with mouseman would fight back with all it had, pulling out some taboo items, curses, or something and taking her on in a desperate battle.
You see, the story in games usually goes like this.
Just in case, the Priestess had prepared to cast high-level defensive magic, but who knew this guy would just get scared and surrender!?
And it wasn’t one of those fake surrenders where you pretend to give up while preparing to stab in the back. Vilyric felt this guy was genuinely terrified; she could sense the extreme fear radiating from it.
If she hadn’t warned it, “If you dare to wet yourself, I’ll turn you into real dried mouse,” the floor would probably be soaked by now.
“Ha… so, should I fight or not?”
“No fighting, no fighting! Oh! I’ve decided to turn over a new leaf, leaving the [Throne of Immortality] to serve under you, I ask you, please spare my mouse life!”
“You… aren’t you supposed to be from the Throne? Why so spineless… My head hurts…”
The Priestess rubbed her temples in annoyance.
If it had charged at her right away, Vilyric would’ve had no problem bashing this mouse’s head in, but with it begging on its knees like this, it just felt…
After all, she wasn’t some demon.
At the end of the day, Vilyric had no deep grudge against it; they just happened to clash by coincidence.
As for living or dead, she really didn’t care much. There were plenty of undead NPCs in [Fantasy World]; to her, it was just a form of life, and if she wanted, she could use magic to truly revive Plakaka right now.
The key was that if Liliya really wanted to go all out against those princes, she would inevitably have to face more members of the [Throne of Immortality]. Though Vilyric felt she could easily send those mediocre foes back to their coffins, still…
The Priestess never intended to stick by Liliya’s side forever, so there was no way she could constantly protect the Princess.
Having a former member of the Throne willing to offer intel and even support might help the young princess a lot, after all, this organization was quite mysterious.
Of course, the premise was that this mouse would genuinely submit and had to be given some restrictions.
“Fine, what’s your name?”
“Oh oh! Plakaka! Great Majesty, the little mouse is called Plakaka!”
Feeling the shift in Vilyric’s tone, the mouseman became excited, his tone even more sycophantic, which made the Priestess feel a wave of nausea.
“What Majesty… nonsense, it’s Plakaka, right? You better speak clearly. First, tell me what your position is in the [Throne of Immortality]. Also, explain clearly about those other two weird creatures with you, and that old archer outside, if you dare hide anything, hmm hmm~”
The black-haired girl casually twirled her Priestess staff, causing Plakaka to shake uncontrollably, as if Vilyric held the doomsday button from Blue Star.
“I wouldn’t dare… I will, I will speak without reservation.”
“The [Throne of Immortality] organization was established 800 years ago by the First Eternal Mage, and currently has 12 Throne members, all of them legendary class or above. I am the Seventh Throne, Antonio Stevenson is the Sixth, and…”
Plakaka trembled as it described the organization’s structure, number of members, and the identities and general intel of the 12 Thrones. It wasn’t a dedicated spy, so it couldn’t possibly know everything clearly, but this info was still quite valuable.
Vilyric at least confirmed one thing, which was that in this base, there were indeed only it, Antonio, and those two mummies as Thrones, the rest were spread out in other countries like the Empire, United Kingdom, Snow Country, and a few smaller nations.
Basically, aside from some more exclusionary nations, the majority of the world showed signs of [Throne of Immortality] activity, and the headquarters was in a city within the Ost Empire.
Originally, only Antonio was guarding this place, but a few days ago, the organization received news that an attack might happen, even featuring an enemy beyond elite level.
To maintain the cooperative relationship with the Second Prince of the United Kingdom—Ban Meikailande—it required it and the Fourth Throne, who were already operating within the Beast Kingdom, to provide support, stressing that the primary target was to kill a blue-haired woman named Liliya Meikailande.
“Second Prince, huh…”
Vilyric noted this info down; as for the other details, after it was all done, she would let Liliya ask slowly. This mouseman definitely knew more than this.
It was time to head out.
The reason for using the Iron Blood Colosseum was partly because if the battle got too intense, it might affect the army Liliya brought, and partly because Vilyric intentionally created a situation where neither she nor Hua were around, stimulating Liliya to grow rapidly in a crisis.
After all, she was half an apprentice now; she had to be a little concerned.
Of course, she definitely wouldn’t let the princess die. Not to mention Liliya’s current ability was quite considerable; she could hold her own against anyone below legendary grade and had the [Box of Ascension] Vilyric gifted her for saving her life.
Even if something went wrong, Vilyric had already let the Little Dragon Daughter loose to guard her from above, though Xiao Guang wouldn’t strike until it was absolutely necessary.
At the very least, there was resurrection magic too; with Vilyric being a level 110 Priestess around, as long as you weren’t turned to ash, there was hope for salvation.
That’s how she could worry-free come here to fight small monsters.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, I can’t actively cancel this independent space. To get out, you either have to kill until only one remains or wait a whole day, so you get what I mean, right?”
“W-what?! How could it be like this!? You can’t be planning to…”
Plakaka’s previously bright spirits fell back into extreme panic.
The mouseman obviously understood that the person in front of it wouldn’t stay inside for that long; that girl named Liliya seemed quite important to her, so she would have to go out to protect her.
But if that’s the case…
“Please, spare my life, my Lord! I’ve already told you everything; you can’t burn the bridge after crossing it… Oh, I-I have many treasures hidden too, magical equipment and whatnot… If you spare me, I’ll give them all to you, how about it?!”
Looking at the shivering Plakaka, who was crying and begging yet still too scared to resist, Vilyric confirmed it was truly too terrified to have any wicked thoughts for now, so she didn’t bother to scare it anymore.
“Alright, I don’t need your worthless stuff. To get out, you’ll definitely have to die once. But I promise, I’ll bring you back to life. Got it? Otherwise, with that stench of death on you, how can you help others?”
The mouseman froze for a moment, showing suspicion.
“Resurrection magic? How could such a thing… no, if it’s you, maybe it really… ”
Thinking of the various unbelievable methods the black-haired girl exhibited, Plakaka found some faith. If it could truly shed the identity of a deadman and become a mouse again, even if enslaved, it would be a million times better than this muddled life.
The key was that it had no choice now; death was inevitable, and aside from trusting Vilyric would keep her promise, it had no other options.
“Alright, I’ll leave it all to you. By the way, I heard Antonio and another Throne deployed in the United Kingdom saying that the beastmen would also send troops to support this place. Counting the time, they should be arriving soon, so if you have a plan, please hurry.”
Plakaka seemed eager to show its value as much as possible, reminding the Priestess.
“Heh, you have quite flexible morals; switching sides feels pretty natural for you… Fine, let’s go with this.”
Vilyric raised her hand, her fingertip shooting out a golden beam that pierced through Plakaka’s brain.
This was just the most ordinary release of magical energy, but executed by a level 110 player and with Plakaka’s complete lack of defenses, it was enough to kill it.
The mouseman fell limply to the ground. With the final victor declared, the black-and-red constructed coliseum began to swiftly dissolve, preparing to return to normal space.
At that moment, Vilyric suddenly noticed the remnants of the two mummies’ decapitated bodies, now shrunk down to the size of an adult’s body.
This seemed to be a magical piece of equipment.
“Mm, though I don’t think it’s anything good, and it’s a bit dirty, but as equipment dropped from monsters, putting it in the bag is a form of respect for their end…”
Casually picking it up with a weapon, Vilyric released a detection skill.
【Garment of the Dead】
Four large characters appeared before the Priestess’s eyes.