Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

578  For Revenge

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Elysande hacked her sword at her opponent with unmatched hatred and fury. Every swing of hers carried the sorrow of betrayal and the pain of heartbreak.

Under the wrath of her onslaught, Alvertos couldn't help but retreat one step after another as he continued to defend himself with his life on the line.

"Why?!" Elysande screamed at the top of her lungs. "Why did you do it?! Answer me, you traitor!"

"Heh," Alvertos sneered in ridicule. "You should ask your father that, young lady."

"What—" Before she could even speak a word, the ground underneath her turned greasy.

Unbeknownst to her, Alvertos had conspicuously cast a simple spell that caused her to lose balance and stop her momentum.

The old man took the opportunity of this moment and dashed forward. His eyes flashed with a vicious glint as he dodged the incoming blade by sidestepping ever so slightly and then delivering a deep cut to Elysande's stomach.

"Ahhh!" The female Magus grimaced in pain as blood gushed out of the deep cut on the side of her stomach.

She couldn't help but kneel down on one knee and gasp for air. Meanwhile, Alvertos stood a few steps in front of her, glancing at her condescendingly.

He was so confident in his abilities that he hadn't taken into account the fact that he'd be caught by someone from the Flynn Family, that too Elysande Flynn out of all people.

Now that she was here, he didn't know how to proceed.

"I taught you better than to fight an opponent in such an emotional state," he said while thinking of ways to get out of this serious predicament.

Elysande got to her feet slowly, all the while coldly staring at the old man. "Shut your mouth!"

Her grip around the sword hilt tightened and she asked once again, "Why did you do it?"

Alvertos deeply looked into her eyes, involuntarily recalling all the time he had spent with her from her childhood up until now.

For a brief moment, there were ripples of complicated emotions in his blue pupils. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were cold as ice.

"For revenge," he said.

"Revenge?" Elysande couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Revenge, you say?"

Alvertos's lips curled up into a mocking smirk, "I suppose, your father, the patriarch, never mentioned this to you, eh?"

He paused for a moment before bursting into devious laughter. "Hahahaha! Of course, of course! Why the hell would he divulge his shameful past to his cherished daughter? After all, what he did was too unbecoming of a righteous Magus such as him, wasn't it?"

"What… what are you talking about?" Elysande's lips quivered.

Alvertos's eyes turned bloodshot from rage and he roared, "All the wealth and influence that your family has… it is built upon betrayal. So don't you dare call me a traitor when your father's the biggest one of them all!"

Elysande's body shuddered ever so slightly, but soon she returned to her cold demeanor. She took a deep breath and got into a fighting stance.

"I see what you're trying to do," she said. "I won't fall for it again."

The next moment, she disappeared from her spot. Her speed was so phenomenal that even Alvertos wasn't able to predict her movements. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

At the last moment, all he managed to do was hastily raise his sword and defend himself.

CLANG!!

The old man was swept off of his feet. His body slammed through the tunnel wall and he landed inside another adjacent tunnel.

Amidst the darkness, dust, and debris, Alvertos struggled to get to his feet as he coughed a mouthful of blood.

Damn it! I can't take her head on, he thought.

I have to escape the sewers while Rawlins is dealing with that monster! I can't outrun him but I can definitely outrun her!

He could hear the sound of footsteps slowly approaching him. His expression turned extremely solemn as he prepared to cast a Rank 2 Spell on Elysande and then promptly retreat.

However, the moment he was about to begin weaving hand signs, a sword light flashed, briefly illuminating the place before everything returned to seemingly normal.

THUD!

The sound of an object hitting the ground was heard, followed by a blood-curdling scream.

"AAAAGGGHHHHHH!!!" Alvertos cocked his head and screamed in agony.

When his vision adjusted to the darkness in the tunnel, he looked to his side and saw his severed right hand!

"Ahhhhhh—" He screamed yet again but it came to an abrupt halt when Elysande's sword plunged straight through his mouth and came out from his right cheek bone.

Along with blood, several of his teeth also flung out from his mouth. Elysande had expertly controlled her sword to not cut the tongue, ensuring that the traitor would be able to speak later during his interrogation.

What she was truly after was the first molar in his upper jaw - the tooth where the members of the Umbra Thieves hid poison in order to commit suicide!

Elysande cast a minor lighting spell, illuminating the dark tunnel. Beneath her feet lay Alvertos in an extremely miserable state.

He was lying down in a puddle of his own blood. Moreover, the blood continued to gush from the stump on his right shoulder.

Then there was the sword that was still lodged into his mouth.

Alvertos couldn't believe just how quickly things had taken a turn. Although he admitted that his magic combat techniques weren't as good as Elysande's, he still hadn't expected her to take care of him so quickly.

Moreover, now that he was caught, he couldn't even do the one thing he relied on for this situation.

"Guuhhh…" he tried to speak, but was unable to.

Fear flashed in his eyes as he gazed at Elysande looking down on him with bloodlust.

"All those things you just said," she began. "I don't know if they're truth or lies."

She paused for a few seconds as her heart went through severe emotional turmoil. Her eyes turned cold and she continued, "But after we're done with you, I guess everything will come to light."

Alvertos desperately tried to speak but because of the blade in his mouth, he was unable to. Tears streamed down his eyes and blood trickled down his mouth, yet he didn't stop trying to communicate.

Elysande found this strange, but she simply thought of it as Alvertos's attempt at cries for mercy.

She covered her index finger in mana and crouched low. Then, she stabbed several points on the old man's body, blocking his mana channels and preventing him from using magic.

Then, she delivered a knifehand strike to Alvertos's neck, instantly putting him unconscious.

Elysande stood there for a long time, gazing at the old man with extremely complicated emotions. She took a deep breath and wiped her tears away.

"Thanks for not interfering," she said.

A moment later, Adam emerged from the darkness like a phantom. He stood beside her and asked with a raised eyebrow, "Didn't think you'd notice my presence."

"I didn't," she replied.

She looked at him and added flatly, "I just knew you'd be here since you've got nothing better to do after taking care of the other Magus. And I didn't think you'd take that long to deal with him."

Adam chuckled slightly. "Fair enough."

He then turned his head and coldly gazed at Alvertos. "Let's take him back to your dungeon and interroate him."

The youth's eyes flashed with viciousness and he added, "When he comes to, he'll wish he were dead."