Raised in Dungeon

"Saving everyone? What do you mean?!"

"Isabelle knew everyone was trying to die for her, so she decided to save everyone and then ran away with everyone out of this kingdom.."

'Lady Isabelle, what does that mean? there was no way such a thing could be done'

Allen gives Theobauld a hand, helping him to stand up.

"You're quite strong, even though you have a small body," said Ottar, who had been thrown away, was now walking towards them. When Theobauld saw Ottar coming, he forced his body to stay in the sword-soil position. He had several broken ribs, a sprained left wrist, and a sprained right hand shoulder.

"You don't need to move anymore, master," said Allen.

"What do you mean? Even though he is now injured, there is no way you can defeat him."

"Of course, I can; you just need to watch me here. After all, you've never seen me fight with Reig."

'Reig? Who is that?'

Allen stepped forward, coming closer to Ottar with a blade in his left hand.

"Hohoho, are you going to be my opponent now?"

"That's right; I'm going to add more scars to your face, uncle."

"Try it if you can!"

Flames covered Ottar's axe. This time the flames were more extensive than when he fought Theobauld. Seeing that, Theobauld immediately warned Allen.

"Be careful! That axe could explode!"

Allen kept walking forward.

'Remember the feeling I felt back then; feel the mana inside you flow and get angry just like back then,' Allen thought.

Demonic mana, which looked like a black aura, came out of Allen's body. Then the demonic mana started to twist around him. Allen's scarf looked strange and moved like slime, sucking up the demonic mana; a peculiar wind surrounded Allen's body.

"What's going on?! What are you doing?!" shouted Theobauld.

"Dai abare, Reig." He unconsciously mumbled the same word Theobauld and Ottar used to release their armacar's ability. As Allen muttered it, his scarf fused with his right hand, turning into a sword attached to Allen's right hand.

[ILLUSTRATION]

"What kind of weapon is that?! Don't tell me you also have an armacar!" shouted Ottar

It looked almost the same as when he was rampaging in the dungeon, except that the shape of the sword had changed somewhat; it was smaller than it was back then.

Allen immediately jumped towards Ottar, as did Ottar, who approached Allen.

-CLANK

Their weapons clashed.

"GAHAHAHA"

-BOOM

Ottar's axe exploded, just like the time with Theobauld.

But as it exploded, the blade in Allen's left hand sliced through the veins of Ottar's hand. Ottar, who was about to kick him, had to step back.

'Usually, when I use the gratia's ability, which explodes on their face, they will be shocked and panicked because their minds need to comprehend what is actually happening. Not only is it a surprise attack, but the blast is powerful enough to make a wound on your face that is hard to see. But this kid still attacked me with his left hand while in that situation. It's as if he has two minds. One was panicking, and the other launched an attack. Or maybe it's just a coincidence?' thought Ottar.

Then, as Ottar looked towards Allen, he was surprised that Allen's hood/scarf was weirdly moving, circling around Allen's face, protecting him from the blast made by his axe.

"No damage at all?! What is that thing you're using?! There's no way Arma Carcerum can have that many abilities!"

"Arma Carcerum? What is that? Reig isn't an object; he's my friend."

Ottar did not know that what Allen was wearing was not Arma Carcerum but the shadow type of Adfeqtus Reliqua.

'For some reason, when I fused with Reig. I could think clearly. I find that both movement and thought become less of a challenge. As if our minds become one,' thought Allen.

"I see… So the scarf is more than just decoration; it can change its shape." Theobauld muttered.

Allen didn't give Ottar a chance to defend himself. Instead, he jumped on Ottar quickly and attacked him hard. Allen had an advantage because he could attack with his right hand and use the blade in his left hand whenever he saw a chance. Besides that, Allen's robe always protected his body and head from the explosions of Ottar's axe.

'Damn, this kid is fast; his body is also very flexible; he can attack me almost from all sides. Even more strangely, his focus was extraordinary. Is he really still a child? This kind of focus could only be attained by people who had fought for a very long time!

While I am, I can't even grip my axe very well because my pulse is broken; I also need to stop the bleeding immediately,' thought Ottar, who was in a very dangerous situation.

Again and again, Ottar's body was torn by Allen's attacks; in some time, to avoid Allen's fatal attack, he had to use his axe blast to save himself, even though the explosion also affected him.

Then, after a few more attacks, Ottar reached his limit. His movements were slowing down. Every time he moved his body, the blood that came from almost all over his body spurted everywhere and onto Allen's body.

"It's over, uncle."

Finally, Allen severed Ottar's right hand.

"AAARGH!!!"

After he did so, Allen immediately sat down, and slowly his scarf and hoodie returned to their original state. Allen panted. Allen's body became exhausted from using parallel thoughts.

But he can quickly stand after about 10 seconds, and immediately call out Theobauld.

"Master Theo! Quick! kill him!"

Theobauld was confused; why didn't he just do it himself? Forgotten that he was still a child. But that is not the reason. Allen answered his question before he could ask,

"Lady Isabelle forbade me to kill people!."

Then he realizes that Allen has already killed many people in the dungeon, so Isabelle must still want Allen to be a normal kid. Theobauld nodded as he walked up to Ottar.

"It looks like things didn't go as you planned, Ottar."

Ottar was helpless, clutching his severed hand, unable to bear the pain in his hand and all over his body. But despite that, he still laughed.

"GAHAHAHA You don't know anything, Theobauld Cosyngton" strangely, even in that situation, the spirit on Ottar's face did not disappear, as if he still thought he could survive.

"What do you mean?" When Theobauld looked at Ottar's face, he didn't understand how he could think that his life wasn't over yet. With Ottar dead and Allen on his side, he could have beaten all the soldiers here. Besides, they also have Felicia to cure his wound.

"Never mind him, just kill him!" shouted Allen.

But he couldn't. Theobauld felt he must not kill Ottar here; he had to know what actually happened. If he killed Ottar here, they could be haunted by their ignorance of the kingdom's plans for them.

"You really think the kingdom will only bring 400 soldiers to attack Earl Wolverlope? Lady Isabelle is very famous for her kindness to their soldiers and slaves, so we already predicted that Isabelle's soldiers would support her in betrayal. These 400 soldiers are just a part of the army that came first."

'What?! These many soldiers are still a part?!'

"He's lying, master Theo, just kill him!"

Isabelle wanted to save all of her people, but she wouldn't be able to do that if she couldn't get any information out of Ottar.

"Mr. Ottar, I didn't expect you to lose; what a pity."

"You're late, your highness."

"!!!"

Allen and Theobauld were startled by another person suddenly coming from outside. He was wearing a black robe and black clothes, and his entire outfit was dark, covering his head so they couldn't see his face clearly.

"skyldig, forgive me." He dragged Illska's long hair in his hand. Illska's body was injured, one of her hands was broken, and the man helplessly dragged her.

"ILLSKA!" shouted Allen.

Illska cannot walk, nor cannot maintain her consciousness anymore.

That person then looked at Ottar and said,

"Please don't call me that, Mr. Ottar; you'll reveal my identity. Oh god, I hate seeing so many corpses. Why can't I just stay at home and be lazy instead of joining this suspicious troop?"

His voice sounded weak and trembled slightly, like a person without high self-esteem, even though Ottar called him respectfully.

'If I'm not mistaken, she called that man your highness! Does that mean he's royalty?! 'I must know who he is,' thought Theobauld.

Theobauld pointed his sword at the man in black,

"Your highness! I am Theobauld Cosyngton!" Theobald shouted at him, trying to challenge him to a fight.

"Theobauld?"

"Yes, you should state your name as a courtesy for an honorable fight."

"I'm really really sorry, Mr. Theobauld. I can't say my name here; the captain asked me to hide my identity."

'He really is royalty! I have to get him to spill as much information as I can,'

"Please, your highness. I'm already dying; at the very least, I want to die with dignity in the presence of someone I know."

"Even so, I don't care about honor; I'm sorry, Mr. Theobauld. I don't really like coming here either, but right now, it's my duty-"

The man had not finished speaking, Theobauld immediately cut him off

"I am a former member of the first prince's party, His Highness Eldritch Odelina Wildenhall. Please, out of consideration, mention your name."

The man was silent for a moment; then, he threw Illska's body aside.

"No wonder I've heard that name before. I see, so you are one of my brother's party. I am glad to find you here."

The man opened the hood of his head, revealing his shining hair.

Short straight hair, with long bangs, bright gold in color, and shiny blue eyes. No one in the kingdom didn't know that face; maybe only Allen didn't know him. But looking at his face, Allen could tell that the man was related to Leofric.

"I am the second prince of the Wildenhall Kingdom, Harald Regina Wildenhall. I am currently serving as the vice-captain of the Wildenhall royal secret army. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Theobauld."

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