Reincarnated as the fourth son of a noble and tamed an SS-rank dragon-Chapter 34: Darius Fights

The Demon Lord was sitting on his throne, he felt a wave of energy coming from somewhere, he went to a large window in the throne room, he stood watching the south, his attention was on the Central Continent, although he couldn’t see the Continent because of its distance. But his attention was fixed as if he could see what was happening.

Zypha entered the throne room, only the generals and the Demon Lord’s mother could enter this room without asking permission. She stared at him in silence. After a while, he got onto his throne, Zypha undressed and stroked her breasts so that he could suckle. He didn’t mind it, deep down he liked the feeling of being breastfed. But he kept it a secret, only she and his mother knew.

His mother was also a sexual partner and continued breastfeeding, it was a strange practice that made sense to them.

After a few minutes he calmed down and seemed less worried, Zypha could tell his mood was changing by his smell, his sense of smell could detect any emotion or desire. She smelled a putrid odor when he was worried, but when he felt carnal desire the smell was sweet and very pleasant.

The smell of fear wasn’t as stinky as that of anxiety and worry, the smell of fear had a woody smell, it was slightly pleasant. Maybe that’s why she was a bit sadistic with her enemies.

Vorg Von Claust was without the putrid smell and the scent of flowers exuded from him, he was angry.

In the city of Verma, Darius was in Count Blackthorn’s mansion, he was in the bedroom.

"That was interesting, you’re almost immortal. At least that’s how I understood your situation."

"Almost immortal?"

"As I understand it, the ring revived you, it regenerated your body and brought you back to life, but that may not be it. It could have absorbed your soul and regenerated your body, then it gave you your soul back, or it was simply healing you when you were taking damage."

"But wouldn’t that have happened before? I’ve lost my arm before and it didn’t heal."

"Yes and no, you may not have met the requirements, which are death or something serious. So that may be it, but I have another curiosity. How does the ring get its energy?"

"Do you think it accumulates mana?"

"Yes, you’ve always spent a lot of mana. You have an affinity with light and you’re an alchemist, so your expenditure on preparing potions should be very small, but your actual expenditure is very high. I think the ring absorbs your mana."

"Let’s test it."

"I didn’t bring the mana plate, we’ll have to buy one and I can take advantage and buy one with a larger capacity. Actually, we’ll have to order one from a craftsman."

At dinner they met Count Blackthorn, he was tall and strong, his red hair was eye-catching and stood out against his green clothes.

He seemed a serious and kind person, but Kaly still didn’t trust him. She took the opportunity to ask where she could find a craftsman or blacksmith to get a mana plate.

The next day they went to the blacksmith closest to the mansion. Kaly didn’t like it because she was accompanied by two of the Count’s knights, but she accepted. It would have been rude to refuse, but she wanted to go alone.

The blacksmith was a dwarf, he wore an eye patch, Kaly explained what she wanted, he said that a plate that could measure up to 300,000 mana was something that would be very expensive due to the materials. She took 20 gold coins out of her purse and handed them to him.

"I’ll take the job," he said, collecting the coins.

Kaly was more carefree, she knew they wouldn’t be attacked inside the city, she was calmer and so she tried to look for something fun for them to do. She walked around the city and found a coliseum, she approached it and saw an advertisement for fights.

It worked with duels, each competitor could sign up and fight, betting was allowed and those watching the fights paid a ticket and could bet. The fighters would receive part of the profit from the ticket plus an amount if they won.

"Let’s sign up, actually. You’re the one who’s going to fight, Darius."

The knights were suspicious, but they kept quiet, they couldn’t do much, they had to protect Darius and the others, but if he died in the fight, it would certainly be up to them.

They entered the coliseum, Kaly wanted to sign Darius up, but first she held his head and sent him all the information she had about fights, he had a lot of information from all the fights she had been involved in, the information was huge, he got dizzy, but then he was back to normal.

They went to reception and when Kaly said that it would be Darius who would be fighting, the receptionist called director Arvo. They were called into a room.

"I see people like you every day. You capture a child and then force him to fight to the death and take the money from the fight. I hate you," he sounded furious.

"Do you know who you’re raising your voice against?"

"I certainly do, you’re a slave trader."

"That boy is Viscount Lestor’s son, and we’re guests of Count Blackthorn. If you’re not stupid, you can tell by the coat of arms of House Blackthorn on these knights’ armor."

The principal approached and observed the two knights. Then he apologized for the misunderstanding and said that he couldn’t accept that boy, as it would be suicide to fight at that age.

"I propose a duel, if Darius beats you, or a champion of your choice, you will abdicate your position as principal and give me all the profits from tonight. But if you win, I’ll give you 1,000 gold coins," Kaly said as he pulled out several gold coins from his coin purse.

The director stared at the coins falling onto the table.

"I’ll take it, it’ll be easy money and this way I can keep that boy from dying."

"Tonight, and I can bet on the fight."

He agreed, he made an announcement saying that the Jackal would fight a boy who was the son of a nobleman. As much as he didn’t want to see Darius die, the death of a nobleman’s son would be something many people would pay to watch, so he managed to fill the coliseum, even Count Blackthorn and his family were there.

The stakes were 200:1.1, meaning that if Darius won, those who bet on him would receive 200 times the amount of the bet, if he lost, those who bet on the Jackal would have their money multiplied by 1.1. It was a small amount to win, but he was sure to win. After a few minutes with the bet open, the director almost regretted it, the amount of bets on the Jackal was too high, and he would lose, because the prize money is the amount accumulated with the bets, and that included the value of all the bets. Only four people bet on Darius, the highest bet was 1 gold coin and the lowest was 1 silver coin.

He thought that several people would bet on Darius, because of the value of the multiplication, but that wasn’t the case; people didn’t want to lose their money. He was seeing the stakes rise for Jackal as the winner, it was already at almost 10,000 gold coins.

But he changed his expression, someone had bet 20,000 gold coins on Darius. He would be able to hedge his bets and make a hefty profit. It wasn’t a bad deal.

The fight had rules, no magic other than fortification or healing was allowed. Darius was signed up to fight boxers. So he would have to use his hands or feet, any blow was allowed, as long as it wasn’t with magic or weapons, any attack was valid, no matter how brutal it was.

Darius was being announced, no one was excited when they saw how young he was, apart from looking weak, he was wearing a lot of clothes, so his muscles weren’t showing.

When Jackal entered, everyone shouted and seemed very excited by his presence, everyone was confident of winning the prize, however small it was, it would at least pay for the ticket and get something to eat afterwards.

A woman was introducing the fighters and she would narrate the match. When she started, Jackal ran up to Darius, who didn’t move, he just used strengthening magic and stayed there. Jackal threw a punch, and Darius flew out and hit the wall, Jackal screamed in pain, and the punch broke his hand. But he used healing magic and recovered.

When Chacal entered, everyone shouted and seemed very excited by his presence, everyone was confident of winning the prize, however small it was, it would at least pay for the ticket and get something to eat afterwards.

A woman was introducing the fighters and she would narrate the match. When she started, Jackal ran up to Darius, who didn’t move, he just used strengthening magic and stayed there. Jackal threw a punch, and Darius flew out and hit the wall, Jackal screamed in pain, and the punch broke his hand. But he used healing magic and recovered.

Darius got up as if nothing had happened and stood in the center, Chacal threw another punch. This was repeated four times.

"Now I’ll give you four blows, I hope you survive."

Jackal didn’t understand, he was just finishing healing his hand, which had been broken again by the blow.

Darius moved very quickly and punched Jackal in the stomach, he went flying and hit the wall, he didn’t get up, he just spat blood. Darius waited for him to get up and heal, he didn’t want to attack with his opponent on the ground without being able to defend himself.

The crowd’s excitement faded, everyone was apprehensive, Arvo was angry and afraid of losing all that money, if Darius won he would have to pay 400,000 gold coins, but he didn’t have that kind of money, not even if he sold the coliseum would he be able to raise the full amount. Besides, he should give up his position.

Jackal stood up and Darius threw another punch, this one causing all of Jackal’s bones to break, his body was bruised and he kept spitting blood. Darius saw this and used healing magic on him, and his body gradually recovered. But healing involves using energy, Jackal was very tired and when he got up he couldn’t stand, he fell and lost the fight.