Chapter 123.2, The Mirage King (10)
Even a vampire wouldn’t be able to avoid a fatal wound from the attack using all my force. In response, the action Mirage King took was ‘evasion’.
The Mirage King jumped. A bone spear pierces the place the King was at just a few moments ago. Rubble bursts open as if there was an explosion, and a big hole opens up in the ground. The jet-black flames hadn’t extinguished yet even though the spear had stopped.
Looking at the spear sticking into the center of a small crater, the Mirage king looks at his own palm, dumbfounded.
“Im… possible… I, the Mirage, — no matter how much of a desperate attack it was — evaded a novice King’s attack?!”
Was he underestimating me? No – that’s wrong.
Most likely the core of the reason for their existence, the existence of the Kings of the Death, is ‘power’.
Even though the Lord was aware of the Death Knights drawing near, he still didn’t choose to flee. The Necromancer that sent those undead after me at the old caste was the same.
They kept seeking power. Whatever the reason. And, as a result, they overcame death and came to be feared as Kings after continuing to fight for a long time.
The Mirage King lost to the Order of Death Knights. But, his pride hasn’t changed.