Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224

The splendid burst of light resulting from the collision of golden and crimson radiance captured the attention of everyone on the battlefield, but the sound that signaled the end was much quieter than expected.

Crack.

However, the impact of that small popping sound forced all onlookers to widen their eyes in disbelief.

Thud.

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As the Sword Master let out a faint groan and dropped to his knees,

Whoosh.

A stream of blood gushed forth from the wound etched into his abdomen.

It wasn’t simply a penetrating wound.

Strange waves that destroyed aura itself were spreading throughout his body, and a peculiar sense of powerlessness left him unable to move even a fingertip on command.

Cough.

“Cr-… How could this…”

Thud.

“Master…”

Watching his master cough up blood and collapse, Logan bit his lip with a pained expression.

Logan’s state, staggering and covered in blood as if he’d been brutally slashed, was far from good.

It wasn’t just due to the feeling of exhaustion from releasing his special power.

Added to his worn body was the psychological burden of having stricken his master with the blade, a weight on his soul.

But now, with everyone’s eyes drawn to him on the battlefield, Logan didn’t allow the guilt to make him forget what he had to do.

Clamping his teeth tightly, Logan straightened up and met the gaze of everyone looking at him with his burning red eyes.

In a battlefield that had become as still as if time had stopped,

“The war is over.”

With those quiet words from Logan, the silence on the battlefield was shattered.

Clang.

As Luis dropped his sword from his hand, signaling the start, the Esperanza Knights collectively fell to their knees.

“Dammit!”

A similar scene unfolded among the Wickencally forces that had been overwhelmingly pushed back by Luther. With not a hint of resistance in such an improbably peaceful surrender, onlookers from the Maclaine forces were left astonished.

“By the will of our lord, we surrender to Maclaine! Drop your swords!”

The words of Luis Hayon, on his knees, marked the end of the war.

“May I have the honor of attending to our lord?”

Looking at the fallen Sword Master with reddened eyes, Luis asked Logan carefully, who then heavily nodded in agreement.

Extracting the highest-quality potion he had prepared for himself from his bosom, Logan handed it over.

“This should help sustain you until you receive healing from a priest. Take him away quickly.”

“Thank you, Sir Logan.”

Luis immediately applied half of the potion to the abdominal wound and swallowed the rest.

Yet, despite the measures taken, Logan clenched his teeth, looking at his master’s face showing no signs of recovery.

Whether the master would survive even if he reached the temple in time was uncertain.

But there was nothing else to be done.

In a final battle where no quarter was given, had there been any room to spare, it might have been him lying on the ground.

That’s why that last moment troubled him even more.

Whether the master’s final strike was drained of strength or had stopped on its own, it was impossible to tell.

‘Master…’

The heartbreaking sentiment held Luis’s steps back once more.

“Why did you surrender so easily?”

As the Esperanza forces surrendered immediately after Luis’s shout, the Royal Guards and the armies of other nobles, though few in number, also lost their will to fight. The rapid surrender declarations, almost as if prearranged, meant the war that could have dragged on was concluded swiftly with minimal loss.

And the reason was clear.

“Our lord had instructed us to surrender immediately in case of his defeat, to offer full cooperation to Maclaine, and to avoid senseless sacrifices…”

Words similar to what he himself had left behind for his father.

Though their paths differed and collided, his father held the same sentiment.

That’s why Logan sighed deeper, and that complicated, sorrowful sentiment inevitably shifted to a grudge against the foolish king who had brought about this situation.

Snap.

“Gather the elite of Maclaine and Esperanza Knights! We make for the royal palace at once!”

“Logan?!”

“Father, please take care of the aftermath of the battlefield.”

Whine.

“I must conclude this war by taking the king.”

The light of fury blazed in Logan’s eyes.

Soon, more than 1,200 knights followed Logan toward the royal palace.

The war had ended in Maclaine’s victory. The subdued Esperanza Knights had aligned with Maclaine and were now heading for the royal palace.

Rumors outpaced speech.

People were surprised not only by how swiftly the war ended but also by the fact that the battle between the two powerful houses that divided the kingdom ended with so little sacrifice.

And everyone who heard the news started predicting one future:

– The king is finished. Now the era of Maclaine will begin.

That speculation quickly became reality.

Just three days after the war ended,

When Logan arrived at the royal palace leading the knights, it was the frightened residents of the capital who greeted him, seething with anger.

Thud thud thud thud.

“Clear the way!!”

“Scream!”

“The army!”

“Lie down!”

Residents who didn’t even think to run fell prostrate on the spot.

Logan didn’t spare them a glance, continuing his charge down the main road.

‘He’s here!’

The beautiful palace of Granphia, enough to earn praise with a mere glance.

However, even its splendid and ancient beauty failed to quell the burning rage within Logan’s heart.

Rather, it seemed to stoke his anger.

“Hmph!”