Mushoku Tensei: Reincarnated as a Beast Race-Chapter 102 - Arguing with a Dead Man

At that moment, not far away, there was a noise.

Everyone turned their heads just in time to see a knight in blue armor grabbing Skoll by the tail and hurling him away.

Effortlessly separating the fight between the two sides.

The old warrior and the demon race mage didn't even bother to chase after him, as they were panting and struggling to survive every second.

Skoll first growled at this new knight, but then he looked around and realized that everyone had stopped fighting.

He then looked at Rygar, who called him with a glance, so he ran to Rygar's side.

The knight then slowly walked to Ornthorn's side. He was a demon with black skin, an overwhelming presence, and a massive sword on his back.

He was the King of the North, the Immortal Warrior, Lwis.

With the arrival of these two, the situation took a new turn.

An Emperor-level combatant and a King-level combatant. Whichever side they chose to support would be the winner of this battle.

Especially now that Ghislaine was gravely injured and Mortan was dead.

For a moment, only the sound of the wind echoed across the battlefield. The silence was overwhelming.

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Rygar was calm. That actually surprised him.

In these situations, he would normally be furious and uncontrollable, consumed by the heat of battle.

And indeed, the fury burned inside him. But instead of being blinded by it, he was thinking. Evaluating.

Continuing the battle now would be suicide.

Ornthorn had made it clear that he would help whichever side attacked first, which meant he wouldn't directly support either side.

The balance was fragile, and any wrong move could be fatal.

He activated his Magic Eyes and began analyzing everyone present, especially Larax and that mage with the stone helmet.

On the other side, Larax was visibly more furious than he was. The desert warrior trembled with contained rage, his fists clenched and his eyes locked onto Rygar like daggers.

Rygar smiled. Maybe he could still get Ornthorn's help and kill them all because of this guy's stupidity.

"Hahaha... What's wrong? When you tried to kill me, did you not consider that I might massacre your group of clowns?"

Larax's eyes widened in pure rage. His entire body tensed, and for a moment, it seemed like he would lunge at Rygar, ready to slit his throat.

However, Vidette, bloodied and visibly exhausted, stepped beside him and grabbed his arm tightly.

"Enough, Larax! We failed! Mortan and Igreed are already dead today!" Her voice was deep, almost a growl.

"If you attack now, you'll be dooming all of us!"

Larax slowly turned his face to her, his expression twisting in fury and madness. For a moment, he seemed torn between obeying and giving in to his murderous impulse.

But then, something inside him snapped.

He started laughing.

"Hahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahah!" His insane laughter echoed across the battlefield. His shoulders trembled, his head thrown back.

Then, as if regaining part of his reason, he looked at Ornthorn and pointed a finger.

"Alright, Ornthorn... Hahaha..."

Then, he turned to Rygar, his eyes gleaming with a sick desire for revenge.

"You have an organization in Milis, don't you, kid?!"

Rygar remained silent for a moment.

He understood Larax's intent.

It was provocation, a veiled threat.

But Rygar, who was currently assessing Larax with his Magic Eye, only smiled.

"That's right. You got me this time... I don't know who came up with the strategy, but giving me a false sense of security was a clever move. And I really appreciate it! Because that was the last time it will ever happen!"

Larax grinned widely, savagely.

"Don't thank me just yet, kid! I'm going to your homeland! And I'll massacre everyone I find there who dares to call themselves members of the Iron Legion!"

The rage and fury radiating from him were clear to everyone.

"I'm going to the Great Forest and painting that green landscape red with the blood of your entire tribe until my rage is satisfied! I'll find your Master and torture her in your honor!"

He then placed his hand on the hilt of Nighthunter, which was cauterized in his stomach, and yanked it out forcefully, causing blood to gush from the wound and his mouth. He groaned in pain but ignored the injury.

"I'll take this as a souvenir, so I never forget this moment until the day I die!"

Rygar kept a smirk on his face, amused. He observed Larax's inner self with his Magic Eye and decided there was no point in arguing with him.

Eris seemed ready to shout and respond, but Rygar stopped her.

Larax continued, "I know you think that the next time we meet, you'll be much stronger than me! And maybe that's true! But there are many ways to make a person suffer beyond physical pain!"

Then, Larax turned to Ornthorn and pointed his scimitar at him.

"I won't forget this, Ornthorn. You owed me this. I'll come back to settle the score with you later!"

Finally, he looked at his four remaining members—the old warrior, the demon race mage, the silver-haired elf, and the mage with the stone helmet.

The helmeted mage was still in shock.

Larax shouted at him:

"Glass Cannon! Snap out of it, what a weak mind! Even your little girlfriend is doing better than you!"

The warrior's thunderous voice made the mage tremble and regain some of his awareness.

He gritted his teeth, swallowed his pain and horror, and mounted his horse.

Rygar interrupted him, "Hey! Glass Cannon, right? And you, do you want revenge on me?"

Rygar had a grin on his face, and the mage opened his mouth, then looked at his group, looked at Rygar, and said nothing.

Rygar smiled even more fiercely.

The elf followed in silence, her eyes lowered, avoiding looking at anyone.

Larax's group began their retreat.

They went to their horses and rode off, galloping quickly away from the battlefield after the elf healed their wounds.

The small silver-haired elf mage, Sylphy, never took her eyes off Rygar's group.

Her gaze was full of hatred, especially toward Ghislaine, who had stabbed Rudeus.

Her face seemed to be memorizing every feature of her enemies, engraving them in her mind for the future.

Vidette had the same cold and grim expression. The mage with the stone helmet, Rudeus, remained silent, his shock visible in his rigid posture.

When they finally disappeared over the horizon, Rygar sighed.

The battle was over.

Honestly, he wanted to kill them all right there, but Ghislaine was gravely injured, and Skoll was badly hurt as well. Added to the fact that Ornthorn was still there watching, he wouldn't take the risk.

After all, the greatest danger already had one foot in the grave.

He smiled at the thought. He also had a way to track Nighthunter later, so they were effectively carrying a tracker with them.

He immediately turned his attention to Ghislaine and began using his healing magic more extensively. After ensuring she was no longer in mortal danger or at risk of lasting injuries, he turned his attention to the others.

He healed Skoll and Eris's most serious wounds.

Incredibly, Eris was the one with the fewest injuries.

Someone might say she had faced the weakest opponents, but she had also fought the greatest number of enemies. He was very proud of her performance in this battle.

Especially considering that he usually wouldn't even allow her to participate in such a battle.

He then lifted Ghislaine onto an improvised stone stretcher and began healing her wounds more extensively.

The beast woman had truly pushed herself beyond her limits this time—she had several burns, cuts, and bruises scattered across her body.

She was almost as injured as Rygar had been when he fought the entire mercenary group alone.

But it was important to remember that while Ghislaine might be stronger than average, she didn't have Rygar's special constitution, let alone his extensive healing and regeneration magic.

He spent some time healing Ghislaine's wounds. Meanwhile, Eris stood 'on guard,' staring intently at Lwis and Ornthorn.

After a while, he finally finished treating all of Ghislaine's wounds, and now she could wake up at any moment.

Only then did he raise his gaze and stare at Ornthorn and Lwis from the Northern God Style headquarters.

When Lwis finally noticed Rygar turning his attention to them, he greeted him in a friendly manner.

"Hello, everyone!"

Lwis smiled as he approached, raising a hand in greeting.

Despite his intimidating aura, his approach was always gentle and friendly, which contrasted with his appearance.

"Hello, Lwis." Rygar smiled and shook Lwis's hand—this guy was truly pleasant.

The air around them was still filled with the scent of blood and dust, the ground marked by the scars of battle.

Ornthorn crossed his arms and observed Rygar with a keen gaze before commenting:

"I thought you would react more... violently."

Rygar smiled, a sharp glint in his eyes. "Why didn't you help either side?"

Ornthorn looked away toward the horizon, his expression laden with memories. "I owe Larax a lot. A long time ago, he was hired to kill the disciples of my school by a noble from Asura whom I had offended. But instead, he told me who had hired him. I went there and wiped out that entire family... and back then, he said I owed him for that."

He paused before adding, "And also, about a month ago, he spared me in a duel for the Emperor title."

Rygar watched Ornthorn with a curious look, pondering his words.

Meanwhile, Eris stood beside Skoll, gently running her hand over the giant wolf's wounds, stroking him.

The animal let out a satisfied grunt, slowly wagging his tail.

Lwis approached her and extended a hand toward the wolf as well.

"Sorry for throwing you earlier, buddy." His voice was casual but sincere.

Skoll stared at him for a moment, then just snorted and turned away, seeming to accept the apology.

Rygar resumed his conversation with Ornthorn.

"If you owed him so much, why didn't you help him kill me? The two of you certainly would have succeeded. With those mages, I might not have even been able to escape into the air..."

Ornthorn turned to him with an unreadable expression and said, "It would be a shame to see such talent die before reaching its full potential. Besides, the King asked me to save your life. Between one or the other, I decided to support whoever struck first. If no one attacked, I would only stand to gain."

At that moment, Ghislaine began to stir.

Her eyes slowly opened—her wounds were almost completely healed, leaving only extreme exhaustion in her body.

Rygar looked at her and smiled, relieved. She blinked a few times, slightly confused, but soon understood. Their red and green eyes met, and for a moment, they exchanged a knowing glance full of understanding.

Then, without warning, Rygar leaned in and kissed her.

A long kiss, enough for Ghislaine's eyes to widen in complete shock.

When Rygar pulled away, a slight blush spread across the beast woman's face, and she averted her gaze, clearly embarrassed.

Seeing this, Rygar thought, So, it's true. No matter how assertive a woman is, they can all get embarrassed...

Meanwhile, Eris, who had witnessed everything up close, was in complete shock.

Her face turned completely red, her eyes wide with pure astonishment. She clenched her fists at her sides, her mouth opening and closing a few times without being able to form a sentence.

Rygar, trying to suppress the amused grin threatening to appear, spoke naturally:

"Eris and Skoll, please search the battlefield for an emerald-green chain. It has dragon engravings."

Eris didn't respond.

She simply turned, almost robotically, and ran off to look for the object, her face still burning with embarrassment—and perhaps... a little jealousy.

Rygar helped Ghislaine to her feet. She was practically healed but still needed rest.

He then turned to Ornthorn and casually asked:

"If I were to leave now in pursuit of Larax and his group, would you stop me?"

Ornthorn furrowed his brows and replied firmly:

"Yes."

Rygar let out a short laugh. "Hahaha, I'm just kidding..."

But Ornthorn saw in his eyes that it wasn't true—he didn't even try to hide it.

Ghislaine frowned. "What happened?"

Rygar said, "I'll explain everything when we get back to the capital."

Ghislaine nodded and went to look for her sword, Hiramune, which had been thrown away by the demon mage's Sonic Explosion.

She tried hard to hide her excitement as she walked, but her tail betrayed her, wagging from side to side animatedly, showing she wasn't as calm and serious as she wanted to appear.

Rygar smiled when he saw that.

He then began testing his eyes—they felt different after all this. He still hadn't fully understood what had changed.

A little later, Ghislaine returned with her sword at her waist, and Eris followed shortly after, holding the green sealing chains that had been lost in the battle.

Her face was still red, and she avoided looking at Rygar and Ghislaine.

With everything settled, they organized themselves and set off back toward the capital.

The wind was cold, but the heat of battle still burned inside each of them.

As they advanced along the path toward the capital, Ornthorn, who had remained silent until then, could no longer contain his curiosity. He looked at Rygar with an intrigued expression and finally asked:

"Aren't you worried about Larax's threat to go to Milis and kill your family?"

Rygar, walking at a calm pace, looked toward the horizon, the smile still present on his face.

"Did you know that I have very good eyes?" he said enigmatically, not directly answering Ornthorn's question.

Ornthorn abruptly stopped and gave Rygar a piercing look. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Rygar's smile grew even more mysterious, as if it was a truth only he could understand.

"The only ones who truly hated me were the demon mage and the old swordsman, and you should understand that they are no threat to me or my people."

He paused before continuing.

"The little silver-haired elf was furious at Ghislaine only because she had hurt that helmeted mage and didn't seem particularly affected by the deaths of the other two. And the mage himself was more afraid of me than angry, hahahaha."

He then looked at the sky.

"So, let's say I want to kill them, especially the helmeted mage, but it's not as if it's extremely important."

With those words, Rygar continued walking, his tone suggesting the matter was closed.

Ornthorn watched him, frowning in confusion, but then the Northern Emperor interrupted with a direct question.

"But what about Larax?" he insisted.

Without even looking back, Rygar gave a relaxed smile and answered nonchalantly:

"There's no need to talk about the threat a dead man can offer... Hahaha."

Ornthorn stood still for a moment, processing Rygar's words.

A chill ran down his spine as he considered the implications of those words. Then, his frown deepened with growing concern, and he gave a firm order.

"Lwis, return to headquarters and use the mark to contact Larax, now!"

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