A boy who was disowned because he was second in everything, is unknowingly unmatched

Volume 32

Chapter 7-At night, the fog speaks.

(TL:By Rafael,valhallatls.blogspot.com)

"Everyone here is really kind-hearted, or should I say, too trusting... It's a little worrying," murmured the boy as he walked through the deserted village.

Though his tone was polite, there was a hint of condescension towards the people he was referring to. And no wonder, since they had promised to take him in despite their suspicions about his background. While he felt that the decision was convenient for him, he also felt a little pathetic about it.

Why is it that those of the 'heroic bloodline' never seem to doubt others?

This was not a problem unique to Cleo alone. Even Keane was the same way. If anything, the young man standing here had a greater claim to noble heritage, taking into account the thickness of his blood or his own lifespan as an elf. Of course, that meant nothing.

Humans, elves, and demons were all the same, never changing.

In response, the boy looked up at the starry sky and let out an ambiguous smile.

"Well then, shall we go and erase the toy that has gone a little too far?"

With that enigmatic smile still on his face, he began to walk slowly.

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Impossible.

The necromancer was panting as he fled.

There was no way he could lose to such a small boy. No, even before that, he couldn't understand how his whereabouts were revealed.

The only thing he knew was that if things continued like this, he would die.

"Oh, come on. Even if you run like that, it's pointless," said the boy with a smile, looking down at the cowardly necromancer.

"You've talked too much for someone I gave power to...and simply put, you got too carried away."

"W-What...?" the necromancer stammered.

"So, please return it immediately!" the boy said, covering his hand.

In the darkness, the only expression that could be seen was a smile that seemed emotionless on the boy's mouth. The necromancer couldn't even plead for his life, trembling in fear.

And what the boy finally said in response to the necromancer's desperate plea was..

"Oh, geez...what an ugly voice," the boy said, frowning at the pitiful scream.

As the surrounding area turned into a sea of blood, the lone boy left behind sighed.

"Well, I need to make my next move as soon as possible, right?" he said, seemingly quickly switching his emotions.

He then lightly stepped back and ran away.

TL Note- Welcome back readers, this was quite a gap, many might need a reread....anyways this the new translating style I am adopting and the man hiding in the shadows is slowly coming in the light......Well let's  pray for Cleo.

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