The Blood of Karius.
Among Night’s Kin, he was the only one who inherited the true blood, and records indicated that he was a being close to immortality.
It was said that he could restore his body not just from wounds, but even after having his head severed, as if nothing had happened at all.
Because of this, when all the tribes of the Eastern Continent rose against them, they could not bring themselves to kill Karius and instead sealed him away.
And after breaking that seal, Sataniel, who inherited Karius’s true blood, had similar powers.
“I really almost died.”
Though all that remained of his main body had vanished, he could resurrect himself with just a tiny piece of flesh.
Smack!
“Is this all it takes? I had to pay a hefty price.”
After recovering some of his body, Sataniel, who entered Somerset Mansion, punched the wall as he usually did.
In the past, the wall would have caved in, shaking the entire mansion, but now it only cracked a little.
It’s fortunate he survived, but as a price, he couldn’t exert even one-tenth of his true power.
“It doesn’t matter. As long as I can get my hands on the Blue Flower, I’ll resurrect even stronger than before.”
In truth, he hadn’t expected this situation to unfold, but nonetheless, he had spread his clones just in case, and it worked out well.
“I can feel the energy of the Blue Flower from here.”
While engaging in a fierce battle with Richard, he suddenly sensed a massive energy within the mansion.
At first, he thought it might be an enemy, but he instinctively realized.
This energy was indeed the very essence of the Blue Flower he had been desperately searching for.
Of course, he didn’t have the luxury to think about it while being attacked by Richard, who was trying to kill him, but Sataniel took a chance and intentionally got his arm severed by him.
Using his severed arm, he managed to sneak into the mansion while everyone’s attention was drawn to his other clones.
Thus, Sataniel entered Somerset Mansion.
He sensed the energy of the Blue Flower coming from upstairs, and he aimed to rush up the central staircase in front of him.
However,
Slip!
Like an extreme clown, Sataniel slipped down the stairs and tumbled back to the floor.
“What on earth did they do to the stairs?”
Lying sprawled on the floor, he glared at the staircase that seemed to have lost friction entirely, like it was coated in ice.
It was just the most basic form of magic, grease, which made the floor slippery, but since it had no unique features, he had no way of knowing it was there and fell victim to the mansion’s stairs.
“To think you could stop me with such petty tricks!!!”
Sataniel was utterly humiliated by slipping down the stairs.
To be taken down by something as basic as a simple magic trap was beyond shameful.
He calmed himself, reasoning that if he had known the stairs were slippery, dodging them would be a simple feat.
After all, leaping over such stairs without stepping on them was as easy as pie.
Pop!
Sataniel vowed to tear apart the one who set up such a shabby trap as he leaped from his spot.
Just as his body was about to soar over the height of the stairs to the second floor…
Bam!
“Gah!!!”
Once again, Sataniel found himself tumbling to the ground.
Stars danced before his eyes as he lay there.
The sudden shock had knocked him for a loop.
‘What on earth… is happening?’
Sataniel, regaining a bit of his senses, finally checked what had occurred.
A magic circle had suddenly appeared on the ceiling above the stairs.
It was far more complex than any basic magic, such as a slippery trap, suggesting that a powerful offensive spell had struck Sataniel directly.
“Urgh… what kind of bastard pulls such dirty tricks?”
No matter how much he tried to calm down, anger boiled up within him that he could hardly contain.
It was as if the traps were prepared with his behavior in mind, making it all too predictable.
He felt that unless he caught and shredded the one who devised this dog’s wretched scheme, his grudge would never be satisfied.
*
“Rupert, can we go out now?”
“No way. Didn’t you see the fight earlier? What if there are any stragglers left?”
Rupert said, glancing out the window again to assess the fierce situation of the battlefield.
Fortunately, thanks to Ignisia, or rather Jenia’s prowess, along with his elder brother Richard’s overwhelming attacks, they had succeeded in defeating the enemy.
However, having witnessed Sataniel creating clones and fleeing—despite believing him dead—Rupert resolved to stay cooped up in the mansion until everything was properly wrapped up.
“Just to be safe, I activated the security devices, so wandering around could get you hurt.”
“That’s definitely a danger.”
Agreeing with Rupert, Count Bradley returned to his desk, sipping tea while recalling his eldest son Richard’s battle he had been watching out the window.
‘He was terrifying.’
In truth, during this urgent matter, Count Bradley hadn’t had the chance to properly scold Richard, so he had planned to give him a proper telling-off later.
His eldest son had not only run out of the house on a whim but had also failed to send any news, motivating the Count to intend to scold him thoroughly.
I intended to give him a good beating, but my son has become stronger than I thought, so I hesitated.
Honestly, it was a bit scary to recall how he sliced that terrifying monster with a great sword.
‘By the way, it seems the stuff that Rupert prepared at the mansion is coming in handy now.’
Recently, rumors spread that the Somerset Family made a fortune, and thieves occasionally started coming to steal their items.
‘Let’s set up traps that will absolutely crush these fools!’
Rupert had asked Kroon to transform the mansion into a fortress.
And then,
‘How dare thieves target a place where my niece is?!’
Upon hearing this, Crown Prince Alex was furious and sent the wizards from the Imperial Palace to Somerset Mansion to assist Kroon’s renovations.
The now fortified Somerset Mansion was nothing short of a magical hell.
Anyone who unwittingly set foot here would find themselves in such lethal traps that even a body would be hard to find.
At first, Count Bradley was uneasy about altering the ancient mansion passed down from his ancestors, but once it started being put to such good use,
He thought it would be best to give in and simply follow Rupert’s wishes.
‘What could possibly go wrong? I might as well just drink some tea.’
Thus, the Count and Rupert were leisurely sipping tea in the office, unaware that Sataniel had already snuck into the mansion.
*
“Gahhhh!!! Is this crazy mansion really somewhere people live?!”
Sataniel’s body was in tatters.
There were arrows stuck in his back, sharp thumbtacks embedded in his soles, and even though he was healing, one side of his face was horribly burned.
After much trouble, Sataniel finally reached the second floor of the mansion.
But that was just the beginning.
He had barely walked down the hallway when arrows started flying from who knows where.
He had just grabbed the doorknob when boiling oil came pouring down from above, and despair washed over him.
This place was not a mansion; it was a hellish maze.
A magical maze where one could not afford to let their guard down for even a moment.
Given that he had already overextended himself and split his physical form, Sataniel’s powers were greatly diminished, and he could only groan under the weight of his accumulating injuries.
“If only I was in normal condition, these shabby traps would be….”
In fact, if he were his original self, even with traps set up, he would have confidently broken through without a care in the world.
But right now, he was unbelievably weak compared to his normal state, and each one of these traps was a significant threat.
Despite Sataniel’s deteriorating condition, he persevered in searching the mansion because he sensed the presence of the Blue Flower growing ever closer.
He believed that if he could just get his hands on the Blue Flower, everything would be resolved.
And then,
“I will… definitely kill you!”
He swore to pay back the one who set traps in this mansion a hundredfold for the suffering he endured.
‘It’s right in front of me now.’
Even after going through such dire straits, Sataniel finally reached the room where he felt the energy of the Blue Flower, hiding a trump card up his sleeve.
Bat transformation.
He believed in the ability to transform into a bat, one of the traits of Night’s Kin.
Most of the traps he had encountered in the mansion were prepared for human bodies.
Therefore, if he assumed there were similar traps in the room where he felt the energy of the Blue Flower,
The bat transformation he had stored away would surely come in handy.
Creeeak.
Now terrified to even touch the doorknob, Sataniel carefully opened the door, ready to endure whatever might come his way.
Surprisingly, nothing happened.
“Who are you, uncle?”
And the place he arrived at was none other than Aida’s room.
Aida had been trapped inside, as Rupert had given orders that no one should come out before he pressed the button to activate the mansion’s traps.
“Woof!!”
And the sealed Rach began barking loudly at the sight of Sataniel, sharper than ever.
“Blue Flower!! I distinctly felt that energy here!”
Sataniel was flustered.
He instinctively knew this intense energy was the Blue Flower, yet when he opened the door, all he found were a little girl and a dog.
Woof woof!!
Rach continued to bark as Sataniel stood there dumbfounded.
“What’s wrong, Rach?”
“Woof!”
“Is that person a bad guy?”
“Woof!!”
It’s said that humans cannot interpret animal cries, but oddly enough, Aida could understand Rach’s barking.
And what Aida interpreted from Rach’s barking was this:
‘That guy’s pure evil! Take him down, Aida!’
Aida straightened her stance and glared at Sataniel.
“Where have you hidden my Blue Flower!!!”
Sataniel, looking as though he had lost his mind, rushed towards Aida.
Aida simply adjusted her stance, watching him approach.
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