The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns-Chapter 150

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Chapter 150

In reality, the recoil had no effect on Luna.

“Mon… Monster…”

A voice rang out from a man lying behind Luna, and she stretched out her slender fingers.

“That’s Baron.”

“Yeah.”

I responded calmly and approached him, firmly stepping on his hand.

“Guh?! What are you— Aaaagh!!!”

After completely crushing his hand, I lightly swung my own, tearing through the air as my ghostly sword emerged and plunged into his mangled hand.

“Ghaaaa… Guh…”

“This hand, was it?”

“Guh… Cough… What… are you saying…”

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“The one that put that collar on. Was it this hand?”

When he didn’t answer, I glanced at his other hand.

“Or was it this one?”

“Aaaargh!! P-please! Spare me!”

With no one left to protect him, the situation was clear.

Those who survive in this world tend to be quick on the uptake.

“I didn't know who you were! Please, have mercy!”

He screamed desperately, begging for his life.

But I didn’t stop.

This bastard had judged that he could get away with capturing Luna and turning her into a slave.

Could a merchant really act so recklessly?

That thought crossed my mind.

“Hyaaaah!! Please, I beg you!”

Burying his head against the ground, he desperately pleaded for his life.

I knew I needed information from him, so I suppressed my boiling rage and crouched in front of him.

“You’re Baron, right?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“You were reckless enough to enslave a customer without thinking?”

“I-I’m sorry! I just… I wanted to make a big score before leaving this place…”

Leaving this place?

So, that’s why he tried to enslave Luna?

As my entire body emitted killing intent, blood trickled from his nose and ears.

“Guh… ugh…”

“Leon, that collar isn’t the issue right now.”

Luna casually swung the shattered remains of the collar.

“We need to find Arsha first. Are you keeping these two alive?”

“For now. Hey.”

Baron flinched as he looked up at me.

“Y-yes! I’ll prepare all the information immediately!”

Even though he was a rotten merchant, his instincts were sharp.

I summoned a few wraiths from the shadows and placed them beside him, making his face turn deathly pale.

“If you try anything funny, they’ll chew you to bits.”

As the wraiths melted into his shadow, Baron clutched his mangled hand and rushed inside.

Merchants like him usually keep meticulous records.

If Arsha had been taken as a slave back then, there had to be a record of it.

“H-here it is.”

Baron, trembling and limping under the wraiths’ threat, handed me an old ledger with a pale face.

“T-these are all the records of the slaves from that time.”

“….”

The moment I opened it, I found pages filled with details of hundreds of slaves—their identities, how they were captured, and where they were sold.

The records included people of all ages, from children to adults.

There were a lot, but it didn’t matter.

As long as I could find her appearance among the sketches, that was enough.

As I flipped through, I spotted a record of a small girl with familiar gray hair.

-Name: Unknown

-Estimated Age: Around ten

-Mentally unstable, but successfully disciplined through violent training

-Expected to have significant value as a subject for magical experiments due to young age

-Purchased by a high-ranking noble family for 5 million sel. Purpose unknown. Currently presumed to be in the Remilish family.

I never expected to find her like this.

I had only guessed Arsha was somewhere in this archipelago based on the angler bird and scraps of paper.

I raided the information guild and interrogated the slavers from that time.

It was just one of many approaches—I never thought it would actually work, so I expected it to take much longer.

Was it luck?

A miracle?

Either way, the search had narrowed significantly.

Slaves, once placed, usually don’t move much unless they die.

Reading through Arsha’s records made my blood boil.

It detailed all the abuse she suffered after being captured.

Not only was she starved, but she was also locked in the dark for days and beaten.

A child who should have been loved was instead shattered, dragged to a distant land, and sold into slavery with no one to help her?

After all that suffering, she was sold for a mere 5 million sel to continue a miserable existence?

“Disciplined through violent training.”

Luna, peering over my shoulder, muttered, fixating on that phrase.

Then, without hesitation, she walked over to Baron and kicked him.

Boom!

“Guhh….”

He collapsed, struggling to breathe.

Luna then continued to kick him over and over again in silence.

I was the one who finally stopped her.

“Luna, that’s enough.”

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“Leon, this is the bastard who beat your sister into a slave.”

“I know.”

Luna stared at me in disbelief before slowly stepping back.

I then walked up to him.

“S… Spare… me…”

He could only keep repeating those words as he looked up at me.

I reached out my hand.

“How could I let you die so easily when my little sister suffered so much?”

I shoved a surge of necromantic mana into his head.

I had personally experienced the pain of flesh rotting away—it was beyond imagination.

However, his suffering was none of my concern.

“You should at least pay the advance.”

“Gaaaaaah!!!”

He drooled and screamed for mercy, but I made sure his fingertips slowly rotted away.

He struggled desperately, but his body was already beyond his control.

If this bastard had at least been able to wield aura, he wouldn’t have been so helpless against this decay…

But at this point, such thoughts were meaningless.

At the same time, the lingering spirits hidden within the building began to creep out.

They were undoubtedly the vengeful souls of those who had died in the process of being enslaved.

“You're quite popular.”

“Guh… guh…”

Baron, who could now only let out grotesque gurgles, was no longer resisting.

I twisted his body and turned him into a wraith.

I had no intention of enslaving him.

Instead, after rendering him completely powerless, I tossed him to the vengeful spirits that had been waiting solely for him.

“It’s not easy for this many spirits to gather in one place. Consider it karma.”

—Kiaaaaaah!!!

Baron’s wraith let out a horrific scream.

Like starving beasts, the spirits pounced on him, tearing him apart with a frenzy.

“Lord Leon, please wait a moment.”

At that moment, Meryl cautiously tried to stop me.

“This is the Pinas Archipelago.”

“And?”

“A war could break out if we’re not careful. Here, we need to be discreet…”

Her attitude suggested she was wary of something.

The Moon Watcher definitely knew something about me that I did not.

Of course, that didn’t change what I had to do.

“I’m aware. That’s why we need to go see for ourselves.”

“What if we get caught?”

“Why ask something so obvious?”

“Huh?”

“There’s no idiot who leaves an enemy alive.”

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The estate of the Remilish family, rulers of Remilish Island, housed many slaves.

Among them, there was one small girl from the central continent who had arrived not long ago—someone known by everyone in the mansion.

Arsha Cascadia.

A young girl, merely 11 years old.

Of course, the people in the mansion didn’t know her name.

They only knew she had gray hair and sky-blue eyes and was from the central continent.

Whether she was the daughter of a noble family or royalty didn’t matter.

To the maids and servants of the estate, she was merely a child from an enemy nation.

Unlike the common islanders, who resented the ruling class, the mansion’s staff saw the central continent as nothing more than a hated enemy.

The fact that the war had started because of the archipelago’s raids didn’t matter to them.

They simply loathed Arsha for being from the central continent.

To them, she was nothing more than a mute little girl with a hoarse voice.

However, even a child could be perceptive.

She had learned that failing to work meant beatings, and moving too slowly meant going without food.

Even though something had shattered her spirit, her survival instincts had never been stronger.

Her life was brutal.

Yet, she endured.

Perhaps the fact that she was still alive was a miracle in itself.

Despite the harsh environment, Arsha stubbornly held on.

To the maids and servants, that resilience was unsettling.

“Where’s that brat?”

“I saw one of the senior maids take her away earlier.”

“She looked awful. Did they beat her again?”

“Of course. That little rat doesn’t even resist, but she’s got too much pride.”

They chuckled without a hint of guilt.

“By the way, why can’t she talk? Is she an idiot?”

“They say it’s mutism. But I’ve heard she can still pronounce ‘brother’ and ‘sister.’ That’s why Medica beat her even harder.”

Something about it felt eerie.

It was unnatural for a child to endure like that.

They had no idea that the only thing keeping Arsha going was her unyielding determination to meet someone.

“She won’t last much longer. That foolish girl has no idea what’s waiting for her.”

The two servants laughed as they walked.

“But she’s got a good sense for danger, I’ll give her that. She was supposed to come along quietly today, but she suddenly panicked and ran off.”

“Oh yeah? Where’d she go?”

“You know that old, dirty attic she usually avoids? She’s hiding there.”

“Hahaha! So she ran away, and that’s the best place she could think of?”

“Guess she has some instinct for survival. Not that it’ll help much—she’s just a kid.”

Arsha’s desperate struggle would not achieve much.

At that very moment, Leon was meeting with the informant, gathering intel from Baron the slaver.

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