<h4>Chapter 426: The Night Walkers (4)</h4>
Sinir.
The most talented and brilliant of the 20 sses at Colosseo Academy, with the exception of Vikir.
In the original story, she disappeared from everyone''s sight after graduating from Colosseo Academy, until she reappeared in front of her ssmates.
"Stay back!"
Sinir shouted at Bianca, who was holding Tudor.
At the same time.
jjeojeojeojeojeog! ujijijig!
The ground is torn apart on arge scale, and the entire yellow gold vein beneath it is lifted out.
A stratum suddenly broke off and floated into the air.
Countless pieces of gold are melted by a hot magic field and then their form is recreated.
Then, an enormous number of golden hands appeared behind Sinir''s back.
A thousand hands.
Each one glowing with a brilliant golden light.
Behind them, arge mana wheel spun, emitting a halo of light.
The hat atop Sinir''s head began to unleash its power.
The so-called ''Money Hat'', a mysterious artifact that increased the amount of mana one possessed based on the amount of gold one possessed.
It was a powerful artifact, especially with Sinir''s overwhelming wealth as he became a recognized member of the Bourgeois family.
Sinir had even gotten quite high stats in the Hell Tree.
This had allowed her to double-cast a great deal of earth and gold magic.
Like right now.
kwakwakwakwang!
Countless golden fists rained down, blocking Don Quixote''s invincible cavalry for a moment.
Horses stumbled and knights rolled on the ground.
The tightening siege was suddenly loosened.
Of course, Bianca, who had crossed so many lines of fire, would not miss this opportunity.
pas-
Bianca moved as if she had made a pact with Sinir.
In one swift motion, she scooped Tudor up in her arms and leapt upward.
As Bianca and Tudor slipped back through the encirclement, Sinir flew through the air to cover them.
kwakwakwakwang!
The spears flying toward Bianca were deflected by a golden fist.
Bianca, who had been running wordlessly, turned to Sinir.
" ... What about the family?"
"I left them in the care of Uncle Demian, and I hope you don''t mind me saying so now, but... I''m kind of worried about you guys."
Sinir lowered his head and spoke in a low, hushed voice.
This is because Sinir and Bianca were, in a vulgar term, ''at loggerheads'' with each other.
Sinir had originally nned to graduate with honors from the academy, prove herself, and thenpete with her cousin Juliette for a ce in the Bourgeois family.
However, Juliette''s death and her growing attraction to Vikir, a former ssmate at the same school, she gradually began to wander.
After much deliberation, she decided to drop out of Colosseo Academy to clear her mind and make a clear decision about her future.
She also decided to cut off all ties with her other friends, who were making her swayed by their personal feelings.
Suddenly, one day, without leaving a word, she disappeared from everyone and erased her traces.
But fate had a twist.
Sinir became trapped in the Hell Tree, and in the process, she began to reflect on her inner self.
A murderous battle among her friends.
A mission where only one of them would survive to reach the next level.
In the midst of these extreme trials.
''In a situation like this, I think it''s only right to send the person most likely to survive, and you''re the most genius among us, Sinir, so I think you should go.''
''... Hung. You know you''ve been a total jerk to metely, you should really think about it. Reflect on the real thing. Where''s such a good friend?''
Her friends embraced her and sacrificed for her, even though she was the first to turn away.
They didn''t ask for anything, they didn''t demand anything, they just gave her their full trust.
After weighing it all up, she was ashamed of herself for thinking it would be beneficial to fall out with her friends.
...And that''s what Sinir had in mind, too.
''Decide for yourself. What to see, what to hear, what to believe.''
Vikir said this just before he was crushed by the Demonic Dragon''s fist.
Those were the same words he''d used to kill her father, who had be the Demon''s mastermind.
Afterward, Sinir, who had dropped out of the academy and be a Bourgeois family head, thought long and hard.
Was this the life she''d been seeking?
Was this what she really wanted, what she had hoped for?
[It wouldn''t be a bad idea to weed out useless rtionships at this point. As of this time, all ys have ended].
Her father, Bartolomeo, the only family member she ever wanted to be recognized and loved, had long since be a puppet of the demon.
By the time she realizes this, her goal of bing the head of a Bourgeois family has already lost its meaning.
So what has she believed and what has she been pursuing?
And what should she believe in and pursue in the future?
She pondered for a while, and then her sharp mind came up with an answer.
And now, Sinir is standing here to fulfill her answer.
"I''m sorry, I''ve been wrong all these years. Please ept me as your friend again."
Sinir said as she blocked Don Quixote''s Invincible Cavalry.
A voice that trembles lightly, unlike the golden iron wall that stands strong.
Her sincere apology reached Bianca, who was behind her, leaving Tudor in Dolores'' care.
"...."
Bianca turned her head to look at Sinir.
Sinir was sweating profusely.
Blood trickled from the corners of her mouth, indicating the strain on her body.
"I would do anything if you could only forgive me...."
But she couldn''t finish her sentence.
"Ah! How can you not forgive in a situation like this!?"
Bianca quickly rushed forward, grabbed Sinir by the scruff of the neck, and ran backwards.
...kwakwang! kudeudeudeudeudeudeug-
As Sinir was being tackled by Bianca, the golden wall copsed and the Invincible Cavalry rushed in.
In the first ce, just being able to block the charge of those monsters that could tear apartndslides for a few seconds was an incredible achievement.
peopeopeong-
Several spears flew toward Sinir, but Bianca dodged them as she wrapped her arms around Sinir''s waist.
The spears cut off a few strands of Bianca''s long hair and send her flying.
Bianca dodged the spears and sprinted over the jutting rocks, turning to Sinir around her waist.
"Idiot, we were never friends in the first ce."
"Bianca...."
Tears formed in Sinir''s eyes.
They''d been rooming together since their freshman year.
But they''d drifted apart at Colosseo Academy.
Hiding one''s family origin or trying to cut off all contact after graduating from school would have been a great betrayal and immorality for the young girls.
But now, they have a much bigger cause to fight for.
Kwak!
The two women sped hands.
When they met again, their hands were even more firmly interlocked than the first time.
"I''m sorry I''mte."
"...."
"I''m also sorry for dropping out of the Academy without telling you."
"...."
"I''m sorry I ignored your greeting on purpose, just to get away from you."
"...."
"I''m sorry I hid my Bourgeois background from you."
"...."
"At the Hell Tree again...."
"Ahhhh! I get it, I''m out of breath, I can''t even answer!"
Bianca shouted, forgetting that her smug expression was crumbling.
Both Sinir and Bianca had tears and snot running down their faces.
Right then.
The Invincible Cavalry, which hade up right behind Bianca and Sinir, stopped.
"You bastards! How dare you take my friend!"
"I can''t forgive you!"
"I''ll pay you back twice over!"
Sancho, Piggy, and Tudor, who had fully recovered after receiving treatment from Dolores, joined them.
"Bianca!"
"Tudor!"
Tudor and Bianca leapt to their feet, sping each other''s hands, and within moments, they were each delivering a stinging blow to the knights who had been on their backs.
"Herees the Tycoon of the Night!"
"Isn''t it better to be the Golden King of the Night than the Tycoon of the Night?"
As Sancho and Piggy casually smile at Sinir, whom they haven''t seen in a long time, Sinir smiles back with tears of relief.
It''s good to be together. That''s what motivation is all about.
" ... It''s a shame we''re missing one."
Piggy mumbles to himself, and everyone flinches.
But it was only for a moment.
"Don''t worry. He''ll be back."
"I can''t imagine him dying."
" ... I guess so too, right?"
"Maybe he''s healthier than we are."
"We''re going to get him back."
Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, Bianca, and Sinir turned their heads, their faces determined.
And before them stood Dolores, their most trusted senior and ally.
"Ready, the prayer isplete!"
Dolores sped her hands together and began to radiate holy power.
paas-
A dome of pure white me began to expand outward.
The entirety of Don Quixote''s knights flinched as they were touched by Dolores'' holy power.
Their eyes zed over and their movements slowed noticeably.
"That''s it! It''s working!"
Tudor eximed uncontrobly.
But Dolores''splexion was not so bright.
"Wrong, the brainwashing is too strong. It must be the power of a demon of the 10 Corpses."
And the one who was indirectly controlling the knights with that power, the cause of the battle, stood before Dolores.
"Kahahahaha! His influence will remain strong as long as I am here!"
Pedro, who was sprinting toward Dolores with a burst of magic.
As he approached, the eyes of the knights around him became cloudy again, and their actions became sharper.
Finally, Dolores bit her lip and drew her secret weapon.
"...I can''t help it."
It was thest thing she wanted to do.
Dolores sped her hands together and began to pray.
...paas!
Another bright light swirled around her.
It was like the warmth of sunshine, bringing a cool breeze to the battlefield.
Pedro sneered at Dolores.
"Prayers and holy incantations areughable! Light is only as warm as the sun you bathe in...."
But. He didn''t finish his sentence.
He was interrupted by arge shadow suddenly cast across his face.
"What ...?"
Pedro''s face went nk for a moment.
It was because of the object Dolores suddenly pulled out from behind her back as she prayed.
A mace. Arge, beautiful, powerful hunk of iron.
It was Nabokov I''s favorite weapon, which was closer to physical power than divine power, was right there.