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Bermuda Chapter 238
🕑 Added 2024-08-10 02:46:46 +0000 UTCChapter 238
The rough tree bark against his back pricked his skin sharply, as if about to pierce through his clothes. It felt like his future in a nailed-shut solitary cell was rushing at him from behind.
Was the front facing the escape route any better? Not at all. The dug-up earth and trees pierced by ice created a grotesque scene with their exposed red innards. With sharp tips pointing at him as if about to pierce his head, the situation was the same in front and back, just without direct contact.
'Shit...'
Nero, cursing inwardly, shifted his gaze to the right where the cold was approaching. Thankfully, the moonlight was dim today. Otherwise, his figure would have been clearly reflected in those crudely protruding icicles.
"I told you to come out."
The owner of the cold bass voice, befitting a cold-blooded person, didn't even give him time to catch his breath. Feeling like he might really be split in half along with the tree if he made a wrong move, Nero swallowed hard and rolled his eyes.
But if he obediently came out when told to, would that be fitting for a member of the special elite unit Armsilver?
Nero took a deep breath and carefully put on Felix's face mask. Then he grasped his right wrist with his left hand and slowly drew out his mana. As his grip was covered in dark flames, long beast claws grew out, just like when he had torn the mother body's front legs.
Nero, flexing his finger joints to prepare for attack, lowered his posture while holding his breath and focused on the other's movements.
'If we fight now, I'll win.'
In a one-on-one confrontation with an immeasurable S4-grade mage like the Captain, he would naturally be at a disadvantage. But wasn't the other side currently severely injured and extremely exhausted?
Moreover, he couldn't feel even a quarter of the original mana he had sensed on the battlefield. In other words, if he could somehow exploit an opening and launch a surprise attack, his chances of winning were much higher even if it turned into a prolonged physical fight.
'If he keeps persistently following, then I'll just end it here.'
As a soldier, the more cornered one becomes, the colder one's mind should be. It was the Captain's teaching that the moment you hesitate due to the enemy's circumstances in enemy territory, it's you who becomes the vengeful spirit with many stories, not them.
He knew that person had risked his life to bring the Captain out from inside the barrier. But if he tried to do anything that might harm his and the Captain's future, whether he was the Council's Commander or the Captain's benefactor, Nero was prepared to eliminate him with his eyes shut tight.
Nero's eyes, having made a firm resolution, were now tinged with deep killing intent. The tense atmosphere continuing silently sharpened the nerves of the two who had yet to see each other.
Just as the fierce gazes of the two aiming at their targets were faintly glowing in the darkness,
'Words won't do, it seems.'
Hugo's shadow reflected on the thick ice pillar raised his heavy greatsword upwards.
Kwaaang!
A blue sword energy crossing the air mercilessly cut down the trees. As soon as Nero sensed it and ducked his head, a sharp gust scratched past his back and nape.
Everything above the pillar that had been cleanly cut in half flew away. As all hiding places disappeared, Nero, who had barely avoided it, watched for an opening and rushed at Hugo's neck.
But as Hugo blocked with his sword and struck back strongly, Nero regretfully dodged to the side and barely regained his balance, planting both feet on the ground.
Chwaaaa-
As his whole body kept sliding backwards due to inertia, Nero dug his blackly undulating claws into the ground and dragged a long trail. The trees split in half came crashing down on both sides with creaking sounds, as if about to bury him.
Nero, who had burned them away by swinging his arms, jumped widely backwards and lightly avoided the falling obstacles. Hugo, who had rapidly closed the distance between them, fiercely pressured him, pushing the opponent back with force.
Soon after, an eerie silence fell over the place that had become a wasteland as if a storm had swept through. Thick earth dust and broken tree trunks filled the space between the two who were breathing roughly.
"Haa, ha. Wow, this person is serious."
Nero muttered in disbelief as he wiped the wound that stretched from his ear to his chin with the back of his hand. Although he had felt it was just a slight graze, the amount of blood flowing was quite substantial, more than he had expected.
Meanwhile, Hugo, who was also feeling around his neck area, sharply furrowed his brow upon seeing the bloodstains on his fingertips.
"Aren't you just as serious?"
"You threatened me first, Commander, so isn't this self-defense?"
As Nero retorted shamelessly while wearing his false face, blue veins popped on Hugo's jaw, which was considerably filled with anger.
The nimble movements rushing in at high speed and aiming for vital points were very similar to 'his' movements from their previous confrontation. But somehow, as if even that personality had been transferred, his brazen tone and behavior irritatingly grated on his nerves, just like him back then.
However, Hugo, who had quickly sealed the wound on his neck with Recovery, thought this wasn't the time for such things and firmly planted his greatsword to his right.
"I don't have time to play word games with you. Rather, you should have something to explain to me."
The moment the greatsword dug deep into the ground, a cold energy burst out from under Nero's feet. Flinching and reflexively taking a step back, Nero irritably kicked away the tree trunk in front of his feet. Then, making the most insolent expression he knew, he answered the Commander's question cynically.
"What do you mean? Rather, Commander, you should explain this situation-"
"You haven't forgotten who's holding Leonardo, have you?"
At Hugo's words, cutting straight to the point without preamble, Nero's previously glib tongue stiffened. Still, he glared at Hugo with eyes full of killing intent and let out a cold, incredulous laugh.
'This bastard, even when I'm trying to let things go smoothly... How dare he bring up the Captain in front of me?'
He had been forcing himself to use honorifics that didn't suit him, but what he got in return was a fierce threat using the Captain. Because of this, although he was glaring, Nero's mouth clamped shut, and Hugo, thinking he understood properly, continued speaking.
"I won't ask what your relationship with him is. No, rather, it's so transparent that it's below expectations and I'm not even curious."
"..."
"However, that relationship will be useful in interrogating you. You, who have been going around pretending to be our member, should know well who has the final say in Leonardo's treatment right now."
Nero could fully understand the implied meaning in those words. He was openly mocking him, saying if he was going to act, he should do it properly, that his performance was full of holes and below expectations. Yet at the same time, he intended to manipulate him by holding the Captain hostage.
Suddenly feeling as if he had been dipped in lava and pulled out, he felt extremely hot, but sensing that the other had come knowing everything, Nero couldn't hastily retort.
"So from now on, answer my questions sincerely. Depending on what answers you give, my decision regarding you two will also change."
A grinding sound came from Nero's molars, which he had unconsciously clenched.
'Fucking noble bastard.'
He was well aware that nobles in high positions often had two faces, but it seemed that even the sympathetic and kind appearance towards the poor and pitiful Captain was merely a superficial face to gain his favor.
To Nero, Hugo's current appearance before him looked like a cruel ice reaper driving him and the Captain, whom he had embraced, to the edge of a cliff.
'...That bird bastard in the cabin was definitely the Commander's divine beast. Then even if I try to deny that I can change my face, he would have heard everything I said to the Captain...'
While quickly recalling what he had said inside, Nero regretted his actions that had entangled him too deeply with this group. As he remained silent, lost in thought, Hugo looked at the faint nameplate embroidered on Nero's chest and asked in a low voice:
"What happened to the owner of those clothes?"
Expecting talk related to Armsilver to come up first, Nero lowered his head at the unexpected question. Then, as he stared down at the clothes he was wearing, he suddenly realized that this person hadn't yet confirmed the existence of the real Felix.
"Is he dead? Or, did you kill him?"
Just then, Hugo asked again in a solemn voice. Nero, who had been rolling his eyes for a moment, slowly raised his head to look at him.
'Wait a minute, this.'
Having quickly finished his thought, Nero deliberately showed a sinister smile.
Somehow, if used well, this could be turned around and used to his advantage.
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Jesse Gibson
Don’t do it Nero just answerrrrr
