The Tyrant Is A Little Bit Kind-Chapter 35: The Golden One 1

(Third Person POV)

Dormon stood leaning against a tree, looking at the two people in front of him.

Tiran quickly approached and reached Dormon’s side to help him stand. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Dormon, what happened? Why are you injured like this? And why did you come from that path?"

A look of anger appeared on Dormon’s face. He took a deep breath before answering the Duke’s question.

"Your Grace, I was informed that you wanted us to take this path, and as soon as I arrived here, I was swiftly transported to an unknown place."

Tiran remained standing beside him, waiting for the man to continue speaking.

"There, I met someone called ’The Golden One.’ He told me he was the one behind all of this. After injuring me like this, he sent me back to this place."

Dormon finished speaking and sat on the ground as his injuries began to hurt more.

Orlax stepped forward and looked at the man sitting on the ground.

"’The Golden One’? What did he look like? And did you recognize the place you were transported to?"

"Your Majesty."

Dormon attempted to stand and salute, but Orlax stopped him.

"Your Majesty, he wore a mask that covered his face, so I couldn’t see it. But he had golden hair."

’Golden hair? Could he be related to Marquis Reinhardt?’

Orlax thought about the Reinhardt family, known for their golden hair, and frowned.

He turned his gaze to Tiran, who was anxiously monitoring Dormon’s condition.

"Let’s return now to the gathering place so they can treat his injuries."

The three of them started heading back toward the soldiers, who had finally snapped out of their state of shock and stood up with difficulty due to hunger and thirst.

After Tiran handed Dormon over to someone to take care of him, he stood beside Orlax and started speaking.

"So ’The Golden One’ was behind all of this after all."

"Yes, but how could he create two waves of monsters in different locations?"

"I don’t know. I’ve never heard of a human capable of doing something like this."

"And also, Tiran, there’s something I need to tell you."

Orlax gestured for Tiran to lower his head and whispered a few words into his ear.

"Alright, Your Majesty, I’ll take care of it."

Tiran nodded after hearing this and then left for a certain destination.

"Now, I need to find a way for us to escape."

Orlax moved forward until he reached the magical barrier that currently surrounded them.

He tried to step forward but felt a wall pushing him back.

Particles of light began forming in his hand, eventually taking the shape of a sword.

He gripped the sword tightly and struck the barrier with all his might.

BOOM!

The clash between the sword and the barrier produced a loud explosion.

Despite being struck by someone at the Grandmaster level, the barrier remained intact.

’Not even a scratch? This barrier must have been carefully prepared—it wasn’t something made in just a day or two.’

Orlax started moving around the barrier, searching for anything that might help destroy it.

After nearly an hour of searching, Orlax stopped after failing to find anything useful.

Suddenly, an overwhelming presence filled the area, pressing down on the entire region.

Feeling the intense pressure, Orlax heightened his senses to the maximum and sprinted toward its source.

Upon reaching the location, he found a man standing before the soldiers, who had collapsed to the ground under the weight of his oppressive aura.

The man turned, now facing Orlax instead of the soldiers.

He had short, neatly styled golden hair.

In his right hand, he held an iron staff engraved with various markings, with a silver gemstone embedded at its center.

He wore a mask that concealed his face, but his physique clearly identified him as a man.

[Emperor’s Presence Activated]

A notification appeared in front of Orlax as he activated his presence to counter the oppressive force and relieve the soldiers.

The golden-haired man turned to the black-haired boy, his voice emerging from behind the mask.

"I wanted to come and greet you in person, didn’t I? Well, here I am. Greetings, I am ’The Golden One.’"

Upon hearing these words, Orlax gripped his sword tightly and assumed a ready stance.

"Alright, alright, no need to be so wary. I didn’t come to fight, but rather to—"

Swoosh!

Before the man could finish his sentence, a sword suddenly appeared in front of him, obscuring his vision. He hastily raised his staff, and a barrier formed, blocking the sword’s strike.

Seeing that his attack had failed, Orlax quickly retreated several steps, focusing his gaze on the man standing before him.

"Where are your manners, interrupting a man mid-sentence, Your Majesty?"

The golden-haired man began whispering a few words, and suddenly, hundreds of golden swords materialized in the air.

They glowed brilliantly, radiating both danger and power.

"But this is to be expected from someone with such ugly hair and revolting eyes."

The man lowered his hands, and the swords darted toward Orlax at great speed.

Orlax swiftly raised his sword and deflected the incoming blades, but some managed to wound him, scratching his limbs.

After the attack ceased, Orlax stood still, blood dripping from the wounds inflicted by the assault. He silently observed ’The Golden One.’

"Well, the devil must be strong for the hero to gain the honor of slaying him."

The golden-haired man raised his iron staff, but this time, instead of summoning swords, he formed a single spear.

The spear was massive, over ten meters long, glowing gold with a razor-sharp tip—it looked sacred and powerful.

"The game is over. Perish now!"

The spear plummeted from the sky, its deadly tip aimed straight at Orlax.

BOOM!

A thunderous explosion rang out as the spear struck the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust that obscured the scene.

The golden-haired man began walking away, his task seemingly complete. But before he could get far, he suddenly felt the sharp edge of a sword pressing against his neck.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

Orlax stood behind ’The Golden One,’ his sword at the man’s throat.

"Oh-ho, so you survived that attack? I didn’t expect you to be this strong!"

"Unfortunately for you, I’ve dealt with an attack similar to yours before."

"Is that so? Then tell me, have you ever seen an attack like this?"

Before Orlax could react, a golden aura burst forth from the golden-haired man, blasting him away.

Orlax was hurled a great distance, crashing through several trees before finally coming to a stop.

"Ugh..."

He coughed up blood, his internal organs suffering from the blow, yet he remained standing.

"Still standing despite taking that hit directly? You’re incredibly dangerous! If you continue growing at this rate, you’ll be impossible to defeat in the future."

’The Golden One’ approached Orlax, who was struggling to keep his balance, and raised his golden staff.

"I will now put an end to your misery."

Orlax lifted his head to look at the man before him, a smile appearing on his face.

"Why are you smiling? Are you so happy to die?"

The golden-haired man seemed perplexed by the behavior of the black-haired boy before him.

"No, I’m just wondering... Where did you find the courage to attack two Grandmasters at the same time?"

Before ’The Golden One’ could respond, Tiran appeared beside him, wielding his massive sword, and struck his left side, sending him flying and crashing into the barrier.

"I apologize for the delay, but I was busy with the task you assigned me."

"No worries, I was just playing with him anyway."

Orlax wiped the blood from his lips and stood tall, completely different from how he had looked moments ago.

The two of them approached ’The Golden One,’ who had fallen to the ground but was still standing with difficulty.

"Well then, oh great ’Golden One,’ look at yourself. Did you forget that Tiran was here too?"

"..."

Orlax could no longer hold back his laughter.

"Ha-ha-ha! Look, Tiran! You were completely forgotten! Ha-ha!"

A vein bulged on Tiran’s forehead from irritation, but he tried to remain calm, as the man laughing before him was none other than the Emperor.

"Anyway, let’s get rid of this nuisance."

Tiran raised his massive sword and swung it down with force, ready to crush ’The Golden One.’

"Wait! Wait!"

Tiran paused his attack and looked at the golden-haired man, who was now in a pitiful state, his mask falling off to reveal his face.

"What? Do you have any last words?"

’The Golden One’ took a deep breath and locked eyes with the two standing before him, a broad smile forming on his lips.

"Your Grace, I heard that your son is studying at the Royal Academy. Have you checked on him lately?"

As soon as Tiran heard these words, he dropped his sword and grabbed ’The Golden One’ by the neck.

"You! What have you done to my son?!"

Tiran shouted furiously at ’The Golden One,’ squeezing his throat so hard that he could barely breathe.

Orlax stepped forward, placing a hand on Tiran’s shoulder, urging him to calm down.

"Ah... Ah... I haven’t done anything. But anything can happen at any time, who knows? This world is not safe."

This time, the golden one turned to Orlax, his ugly smile returning.

"Also, Your Majesty, I heard you have a two-year-old daughter. I wonder how you could go out and leave the poor thing alone like that."