The witch thought I am a Demon God-Chapter 44 - Father-Son Battle_1
Chapter 44: Chapter 44 ‘Father-Son’ Battle_1
Chapter 44 -44 ‘Father-Son’ Battle_1
Ivita, the Old Witch, Black Wolf, and Branton fiercely pounced on Baron Moro. Clearly, Baron Moro had underestimated the combined strength of these four.
The physical strength of Ivita almost equaled that of the Hearthstone Grand Witch.
Black Wolf even relied on ferocity to survive, and Branton was not weak either.
Baron Moro was knocked back onto the wooden door, which burst open with a loud snap.
In the spacious hall, Anger was distributing wine to the maidens when the door was suddenly broken down.
Baron, Ivita, and the others tumbled out, still scrapping among themselves.
Anger was stunned for a moment, an absurd thought crossed his mind – ‘Were the adventurers dissatisfied with Baron’s reward and therefore they’ve started a fight with him?’
‘How could there be such absurd adventurers!’
‘But to replace the baron is our leader. Why would their leader, with so much strength, be thrown out by minor characters!’
When the knights of the Moro family saw this, they almost all stood up and drew their knight swords.
“What happened? Did the adventurers attack the Baron? In our castle?! This is outrageous! Let’s go; we have to support the lord.”
“Hold on, the one who attacked the Baron seems to be…Branton, the Baron’s only son.”
“Is this a father and son quarrel?”
“Hahahaha…. Good, this boy Branton finally showed his potential. I’ve always considered him too timid to protect the survival of our Moro territories. But this is how it should be. Fellas, don’t interfere with this matter, it’s just a father-son conflict, let’s not poke our noses into it.”
Only then did Baron Moro realized something was amiss. He tried to stand up but was pushed back down by the combined force of Ivita and others.
His eyes widened with a savage look.
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These people are not ordinary adventurers.
Their strength is too great.
He was irritated, humiliated as the Baron lying down in such a dreadful condition, with a bunch of his vassals laughing at him, standing still without helping him.
“What are you all doing? Help me kill these rebels…”
Ivita quickly replied, “My Lord Baron, weren’t you promising us in the drawing-room? Didn’t you say you were going to abdicate in favor of Lord Branton?”
“What’s this, have you regretted it as soon as you stepped out?”
“As long as you keep your promise to God, we will cease fire immediately, without a single soldier necessary!”
Branton also came around at this point.
The knights who were currently watching the spectacle didn’t intervene purely because they saw it as a father-son conflict and wanted to wait and observe.
He had to make the event look like a little farce.
And before anyone could react, expose the true face of the Son of the Forest.
At the same time, this was also his way to avenge his family!
Branton glared intensely at the Baron of Moro beneath him. “Step down from the position!”
Baron Moro looked utterly confused.
I don’t even care about your stupid throne.
He was speechless and bewildered, their plan was unexpectedly disrupted by such an absurd rebellious act.
What in the world was going on.
Ivita let the Old Witch and the Black Wolf stand up and let go of the baron, leaving only herself and Branton to deal with him.
This would make people even more off their guard.
After all, Ivita seemed young.
The knights of the Moro family were laughing heartily.
“Oh Baron, don’t let it be that you can’t even beat two kids. If you’re beaten, might as well just surrender your position to Branton.”
“Let Branton witness our Western Wolf’s demeanor!”
Taville, a middle-aged knight and an old comrade of Baron Moro, laughed, “Old buddy, It’s been a long time since I saw you in action.”
Baron Moro was at a loss for words.
These humans clearly treated this seemingly ridiculous rebellion as a farce.
But in reality, setting aside Lord Branton for a while, the strength of this young boy named Ivita in front of him was monstrous.
Black Wolf handed the Broken Steel Sword to Ivita. Ivita took the sword, and then tore off the cloth wrapped around the Broken Steel Sword.
The Broken Steel Sword in the hall was faintly glowing.
The surrounding knights and their attendants all noticed the extraordinariness of the sword. They were whispering, discussing the sword, amazed that such a treasured sword was in the hands of an adventurer.
With the true form of the Broken Steel Sword revealed…
Baron Moro’s eyes suddenly contracted as he recognized it.
This was the Broken Steel Sword that fell into the hands of the ogre.
It was once the secondary sword of the Ambros Grand Viscount, Landless Elan.
About two hundred years ago, Landless Elan fought the Centaur tribe, the Son of the Forest, in the upstream region of the Bohr River. He was unexpectedly shot through the heart by an arrow from a Centaur God Shooter while on horseback. The Broken Steel Sword, stained with the fresh blood of the Son of the Forest, fell into the Bohr River basin and was eventually picked up by the Ogre tribe living across the dark river.
Baron Moro realized a serious problem.
After his pupils shrank, they dilated again, and he was momentarily dazed. ‘They didn’t just discover an ogre, they discovered an entire ogre tribe.’
‘Since the Broken Steel Sword is in their hands, the ogres have probably already been annihilated.’
Only then did he recover, understanding that he had been deceived, by Ivita and the useless Branton in front of him. “This isn’t a rebellion, you know the truth!”
Baron Moro roared, staring intently at Ivita. “Who are you!”
“You can’t possibly be an adventurer!”
“Are you one of Winchester’s obsessive ones?”
“Or are you a mercenary hired by Ambros City Council?”
“Do you come from Capania—Florence Republic, or the Alsace Kingdom?”
Ivita looked at him in confusion. “Alsace Kingdom? I remember it being very far from here.”
“Ah ha…” Baron Moro stared intensely at Ivita. “Stop pretending. Since you’ve made it here, you must be aware that the Viscount Ambrose’s Independent Country is about to split due to the conflict between capitalists and nobles! You must’ve known that the nobles invited Prince Jalen to enter this country! If you know nothing, why are you against me?”
Ivita frowned, wondering what the Old Witch’s apprentice had really done.
It felt like a huge pit was waiting for him.
Speaking of hosting him, they weren’t just trying to get him to take the blame for something, were they?
“It’s not me who wants to be your enemy, it’s you who wants to be the enemy of mankind. I come from Alsace, but I’m just an adventurer now.” He lunged forward with the sword.
At this time, Baron Moro was calling for help from the knights.
However, the knights still treated this as a farce, even if some felt something was off, they were still hesitating and watching.
In their understanding, a baron who had fought all his life on the battlefield couldn’t possibly be defeated by two children.
Besides, even if he were to be defeated, it would take some time, right?
So they could continue to watch.
The maids who wanted to come over to help were blocked by Black Wolf and the Old Witch.
So, Baron Moro was left alone, dodging Ivita’s sword in a panic.
Ivita sneered at him. “Go on, shout! Shout until your voice breaks, no one is going to save you.”
“How does it feel now that you know what it’s like to be betrayed by your own kin?”
“You’ve put on the skin of a baron.”
“You thought this would let you take full advantage, but you forgot that it’s easy for a father to want to betray his own son.”
“However, it’s just as easy for a son to want to betray his father.”
“This is what you call hanging yourself!”
