The Mythical Hero's Otherworld Chronicles: Volume 9 [Complete] by Tatematsuri

Author:Tatematsuri
Language: eng
Format: epub

The eighteenth day of the ninth month of Imperial Year 1026

Faerzen’s port city on the Sea of Infini had not escaped the effects of the imperial assault. The rule of law was nonexistent. For a time, pirate vessels had moored at the docks in broad daylight, ransacking the nearby towns as the desire took them. Now, however, even they had fled out to sea, leaving the streets abandoned. Corpses littered the bloodstained sands by the score—townsfolk who had been too slow to flee, judging by their clothing. The bodies were horribly mutilated, bearing scars suggestive of torture.

A figure walked briskly along the beach, unbothered by the stench of death. With a hood covering her face and a bell staff in her hands, she resembled a wandering pilgrim. Had an observer been present, they might have mistaken her for a clergywoman come to lay the dead to rest. Those more familiar with her would simply have called her Nameless.

She left the beach for firmer ground, where boulders made for treacherous footing. At last, she came to an ominous cavern whose depths lay in darkness. Where any normal person would have turned back, she strode in without hesitation. The inside was colder than a jail cell. A bestial howl echoed along the passage as if to warn away intruders, and the trickle of water down the stone walls made the place even eerier. Nameless only smiled faintly beneath her hood. Her steps were so light she might have taken off skipping, like a child sneaking away to their secret fort.

At last, she came to a halt. A squat platform, like an altar, lay ahead. It was decorated with innumerable candles and strewn with bones, human, animal, and monster alike. Blood lay splattered around, not yet dried. In the middle of what must have been a massacre stood a gray-haired man, shackles clasped around his muscular limbs.

“Urrrgghh...”

A groan issued from his throat. His eyes darted about, unfocused. He strained against his chains but just as quickly fell limp, apparently exhausted. His skin was a deeper violet than any human’s could be. Indeed, he was not human—but nor was he a beast, and it would not have been entirely accurate to call him a monster either.

Nameless stepped forward. A gravelly crunch echoed through the cavern.

“So, you come at last.” The man’s deranged features assumed an aspect of sanity. His eyes were still clouded as they swiveled to look at her, but reason glimmered in their depths once more.

“How do you feel?” the álf asked.

“Good enough. All the better for my feast.” He cast a glance at the bones strewn across the ground, drool dripping from his half-open mouth.

“I am pleased to hear it. I chose this place well, it seems.” Nameless nodded in approval to herself before tilting her head, her smile widening. “Your assistance will soon be required. Do you think you’re ready?”

“As ready as I shall ever be. I will not lose myself as I did last time.”

“Splendid. And as luck would have it, I have just the opponent to pit you against.

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