人妻办公室被强奷

Chapter 99: A Fiery End

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

News that the Owl Knights and wizards had been destroyed at St. Sarl City spread throughout the entire human world. The once formidable and terrifying troop, and the spokesmen for the demons, the wizards, had been destroyed by the Saintess and the gods.

However, the fear and death brought on by the wizards had been imprinted into the hearts of all the people. No one could forget the dark army that had brought, like a tsunami, such death and suffering to mankind. Many of them were impressed by the power of the Light Clan and Saintess Kelly. They found it unbelievable that Kelly had single-handedly destroyed the Wizard Alliance and Owl Knights.

The countries that were preparing to take action calmed down. After the battle, the Light Clan had suffered great losses, yet they did not ask the countries to be held accountable for what had happened. Instead, they doubled their efforts in capturing the wizards, as well as those who had participated in the noble assemblies. Those who harbored and housed them would also be deemed as having gone against the Light Clan.

The Crete Empire, and other countries, once again underwent a purge. Many scapegoats, and people who seemed like wizards, were captured and sent to the guillotine. The fervor of going against the Light Clan gradually died down.

In Virginia, the capital of the Crete Empire, there was an underground secret meeting room. The key members of the noble assembly once again gathered. There were more people, but none were talking. The atmosphere was so grave, that it was almost suffocating.

“Failed. We have failed. We have lost our influence. A portion of our primary allies, who trusted us, are now keeping their distances.”

“It is all because of Leves and the wizards. They acted on their own and ruined our plans.”

Ivens said, “We failed, there’s nothing we can do about that. In any case, we still have other opportunities. Let’s start planning again. We know what Light Clan is capable of now. No one expected that the Saintess alone was enough to defeat them. The power of the artifact is indeed very powerful. Ordinary people will not be able to defend against it.”

The man who was seated on the main seat had his face hidden in the dark. He muttered, “The mask of Feross!”

One month later, at St. Sarl City in the Light Clan Country, St. Mary’s Square was crowded with people. At the center of St. Mary’s Square, a man, badly bruised, was tied to a stone pillar. He was heavily guarded by the Knights of Light and the Commander, Charles. His white coat had turned reddish black, his pants were torn, and one of his toenails was missing. The man was Leves. He looked pathetic and weak, and could not move. Firewood had been placed under his feet, and his body had been splashed with kerosene.

Everyone looked at Leves. It had been rumored that he had sold his soul to the devil. He was the most evil person in history, many people had died at his hands. The entire Moore Province had been empty because of him. Thus, many had come to watch him be consumed by the sacred flame. Among these people, some had had their friends and families killed by Leves, and many had been victimized personally by him in some way.

Leves was tightly chained to the stone pillar. His mental strength was being confined by the divine incantation, preventing him from releasing any form of witchcraft. He was weak, his blood not circulating. His eyes swept the crowd, everyone looked at him with hatred, fear, and anger.

“Burn him to death, burn him to death!”

“Burn this demon to death. We curse you, and your soul will forever be burnt by the sacred flame!”

“Oh God, please give this evil man the most severe punishment!”

Everyone was talking at once, and it sounded as though a huge wave had swept over St. Mary’s Square. Leves laughed crazily, as he looked out at the people. Everyone wanted him dead.

As Leves laughed, the entire St. Mary’s Square quieted and looked at him. When Leves gazed around, no one dared look him in the eye.

“Hahaha, hahaha, hahahahahaha!” Leves laughed, tears starting to flow his eyes.

After a while, he said as he laughed, “Ignorant and stupid. You are a bunch of stupid people. You will never know what I am doing. I am the one here to save you. I am the one bringing light to you!”

“Hahaha, all of you are pigs, bred by the gods. How can you understand our greatness? You will never understand our desire for freedom and truth. You are just a bunch of pathetic people, begging the gods for food.”

Leves’ laughter became louder and crazier and his voice rang throughout the entire square. His compelling aura drew a shadow over the thousands of people, subduing them. Charles’ face turned pale. He could not allow such behavior from Leves, and immediately shouted:

“Execute him, execute him!”

“Burn this devil. Let him talk no more!”

A few torches were thrown into the firewood, and a fire swept across the execution ground, consuming Leves. Leves continued to shout, “One day, you will know the truth. The world of the wizards will come to man. I have failed, but there will be thousands and millions of people, who will fulfill my dreams for me. You will not be able to stop them. No one is able to stop...”

Bohr stood under the stand, watching his classmate from afar. His once good friend was consumed by the fire. After much raving, Leves died. His voice resonated in the entire square, sweeping past everyone, like the shadow of a devil. His words had a deep, terrifying impact on all who were present.

Although he had personally watched Leves had died, Bohr had no intention of attacking. The Light Clan and Saintess were sitting at the forefront, waiting for the wizards to take action, so that they could capture all of them.

Moreover, as Bohr passed by Moore Province, he had seen the mess and bodies that Leves had left behind. He was extremely disappointed with Leves. Bohr had never expected Leves, who had studied together with him at the Wizard Tower, to change so drastically after gaining power. He had been overwhelmed by the power of the wizards, and had forgotten that he was once just an ordinary man.

There were other wizards among the people. Bohr saw a few familiar faces. However, no one wanted to save Leves, or else they dared not to. The Saintess, who possessed the artifact, was sitting right there. Those who dared to create a scene in St. Sarl City would be courting their own deaths.

Bohr looked at Leves, who had gradually turned into a mere pile of ashes, and put on his hat and left. “Everyone has to be responsible for his own actions. Leves, you deserve this end. From the moment you were overwhelmed by the power of the wizards, you were destined to be consumed by the same power.”

Bohr quickly left St. Sarl City but Leves’ parting words had a deep impact on him and made him feel lost. He did not know the future of the wizards, or where he should go.

During that winter, in the 14th year of the San calendar, Leves’ and his wizard’s alliance had come an end in St. Sarl City. However, Leves’s name was deeply imprinted in the history of mankind as the one who had started the war between the wizards and Light Clan. From this day forward, the wizards and Light Clan would be arch-enemies. This was not the ending, but merely the beginning of their strife.