The Tyrant Is A Little Bit Kind-Chapter 32: In The Shadows

(Orlax’s POV)

"Is this my mistake? Or did someone manipulate the news to bring me to Baronial Elin?"

Since I couldn’t find an answer, I pushed the thought to the corner of my mind and focused on what I needed to do.

"I will go to the Duke of the North, and after two days, I will return here. Prepare everything so you can move with me in two days."

"Alright."

After hearing Riana’s response, I rose from the couch and went to my room.

I put on suitable traveling clothes, took out my broken phone, and located the Northern Duchy.

Jumping from the window, I started running at an incredible speed towards the mountain ahead.

With all my strength, I leaped and used control magic to help me reach a higher distance, clearing the mountain effortlessly.

Landing safely, I started running toward the city.

(Third-Person POV)

In the eastern part of the Tirshtain Empire, in a small barony near the border with another empire,

Silence blanketed the area, and the darkness of the night brought tranquility to the city.

BOOOOM!

But this silence was shattered by loud explosions that awakened the citizens from their sleep.

In the southern part of the city, a house could be seen engulfed in flames, with thick smoke rising into the night sky.

From within the fire, a figure leaped out, clad in black attire and a long cloak that concealed their body, making identification difficult.

The figure wore a plain white mask, devoid of any decoration except for openings for the eyes and breathing.

Behind the mask, their eyes glowed red, as if made of blood.

Their black hair, like the night sky, added to the enigma surrounding them.

As the mysterious figure moved away from the flames, several shadows pursued them, running at incredible speed, making it impossible for an ordinary person to see them clearly.

The black-haired figure halted upon realizing they were surrounded by individuals wielding daggers.

"The White sends his regards, you ugly witch."

One of the dagger-wielding individuals addressed the figure.

"Tell the White to come and deliver his greetings himself."

A hoarse, unpleasant voice emerged from behind the mask, causing the surrounding attackers to frown.

The witch raised her hands, and black light began to gather around her.

Upon seeing her movements, the attackers charged toward her to stop her spell.

A large black circle appeared beneath the witch, resembling a black hole.

Those closest to her were swallowed by the dark void until their bodies completely vanished.

Only two survived the attack, their faces filled with terror from the scene.

"As expected of you. It is said that you have reached the Grandmaster level in magic—it seems the rumors are true."

One of the remaining individuals mustered his courage and lunged forward at great speed.

Unlike before, he did not fall into the black circle and managed to reach the witch.

Raising his dagger high, he aimed for her neck and charged with full force.

The witch did not flinch but instead lowered her hand, causing the black circle to disappear and condense into her grip.

CLANG!

Instead of the sound of flesh being pierced, the sharp clang of colliding blades echoed, forcing the attacker to retreat several steps.

"You! You’re using a sword! That wasn’t in our information!"

The witch stood, holding a black sword forged from the very darkness that had existed beneath her moments ago.

As she observed the opponent before her, another shadow appeared behind her.

While the two confronted each other, the third assassin sneaked up from behind, preparing to stab her.

But before he could take another step forward, the world spun around him.

The last thing he saw was his own headless body falling to the ground and the witch casually swinging her sword backward without even turning to face him.

"You have reached Grandmaster level in swordsmanship! That means there are only six individuals in the world who have achieved this level!"

The remaining assassin was overtaken by fear and bolted, attempting to flee.

However, after only a few steps, he stumbled and fell.

Looking down, he realized his legs were not where they should be—they were lying several feet away.

"AAAHHH! My legs! Damn it! AHHH!"

Tears streamed down his face, overwhelmed by the pain and shock of losing his legs, as he desperately crawled away.

"Do you know why no one ever knew I could wield a sword?"

The crawling man wasn’t paying attention to her words—he was too focused on escaping.

The witch raised her black sword and plunged it into his back, emerging from his chest.

His body went still.

"Because no one has ever lived long enough to spread the word."

Her sword shifted back into the black void, swallowing all the remaining corpses.

She turned away from the scene, pulling out her phone as she walked.

"My mission here is complete. Now, my next destination is..."

She scrolled through her phone, studying the map displayed before her, until she reached a nearby region.

"Marquis Reinhardt."

Darkness enveloped the witch’s figure, and in an instant, she vanished as though she had never been there.

Year 2032, June 26, according to the global calendar.

On this day, three events shocked many across the world:

First, the legitimate heir to the Eastern Empire was assassinated, with the culprit unknown.

The prince was found dead in his chambers with a white dagger embedded in his chest, alongside a bloody inscription:

[The White sends his regards.]

Second, the head of the Magic Tower fell into a coma, with no one able to wake him.

He was found collapsed in his office, and on the floor, another message was written:

[The Blue sends his regards.]

And third, news broke about the death of Baron Elin due to a monster wave.

Each of these incidents alone was enough to unsettle people.

But the fact that all three occurred on the same day didn’t seem coincidental—it felt like the start of something much bigger.

Something enormous was unfolding in the shadows, yet no one had any idea what it was.

[The Northern Duchy – Valdrik Duchy]

Valdrik Duchy was a modern and advanced city.

Despite the fact that it was around nine at night, the city remained lively, and its streets were filled with people.

It was home to beautiful and luxurious buildings, with skyscrapers towering hundreds of meters into the sky.

Valdrik Duchy was not only responsible for the northern region, but it was also one of the most visited cities for tourism.

Due to its stunning scenery and prosperity, it attracted many tourists from various cities and even neighboring empires.

Atop a skyscraper standing at approximately three hundred meters, a figure sat on the edge, overlooking the city with a calm gaze.

This figure was none other than Orlax, who had arrived in the city just a few minutes ago and found this comfortable spot to observe.

For half an hour, he remained still, watching the city and its inhabitants, before finally descending from the tower.

He used control magic to land smoothly in a secluded area.

Wearing a hood that concealed his black hair and a mask covering the lower half of his face, he stepped into a nearby café, took a seat, and ordered a cup of hot coffee.

Removing his mask quietly, he lowered his head slightly to avoid recognition and began listening to the conversations around him.

"No one expected the monsters to suddenly rampage and attack the city."

"Yeah, luckily, the Duke was here and managed to eliminate all the monsters."

"If not for the Duke, we would all be dead by now."

’Did this city also experience a monster wave?’

Orlax pondered as he processed the information he heard.

’I had already suspected that the Duke deliberately withheld reinforcements. From what I know about him and what Armanthor told me, the Duke is someone who adheres to honor and loyalty. I figured there had to be a reason why he didn’t send reinforcements.’

Taking a sip of his bitter coffee, Orlax frowned slightly at the unpleasant taste.

’But all these events happening together are definitely not a coincidence. Two simultaneous monster waves—something unheard of before. And these individuals—The Gold, The White, and The Blue—they appeared out of nowhere and started spreading chaos across the world.’

He pulled a card from his small pouch, paid for his drink, and exited the café, heading toward the Duke’s palace.

Before him stood a massive palace—so large that he couldn’t see where it ended.

It appeared even grander and older than the imperial palace itself.

Above the palace gate, there was a statue of a man carrying a colossal sword on his shoulder, a confident smile adorning his face.

This was the founder of House Valdrik, a man who lived three thousand years ago. It was said that he was one of the strongest individuals of his era, and only a handful could stand against him.

Orlax approached the gate, where guards stood firmly, maintaining their vigilance.

The moment they noticed him nearing, they lowered the spears from their backs, standing cautiously in his direction.

"Attention! You are currently in a restricted area. Please leave immediately, or you will be taken into custody!".