Train Elementary Level Spell, Magic Arrow to the Absolute Limit ~The Exiled Noble Student Not Giving up, Train to Become the Strongest~

struck Lucard with deadly accuracy, swallowing him whole.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Lucard screamed, scorched alive by its radiance.

Lucard’s body was slowly disassembled at the atomic level—

 

Lucard regained consciousness.

It was dimly lit, yet familiar.
He felt the cool sensation of stone at his back, and he could make out a roof above him.

He didn—no, he did know where he was.

“Where…?”

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He knew, but in his bewilderment, he couldn’t help but give mouth to his doubts.

This was Darkness’ base, a shrine.

He reflexively jerked up.
This was, without a doubt, a building he was familiar with.

Lucard looked at his hands.
They were intact. 

He touched his face and body with his hands. He was intact.

He was alive.

He was alive, and he had returned to the shrine.

He had thought he died after being engulfed by the three-headed dragon’s breath.

…What in the world…?

He heard the tap of a cane.
“Hyohyohyohyo, you quite literally made it out by a hair’s breadth.”

Lucard looked in the direction of the sound.
There stood a small-statured elderly man with a hood covering his face—Hermit. 

“…What happened?”

“Allow me to explain… Judging from the mana residue, you were sent straight into the Divine Dragon King’s nest, o Son.
That damned Carlyle must’ve used a divine-class spell.”

“…So Carlyle really was behind everything…”

“You then took a tremendous amount of damage, but just before you died, the Mask of Darkness’ power took effect.”

“The mask’s power?” Lucard placed his hand on the mask covering the top half of his face.

“Hyohyohyohyo.
Did you think it was some useless, tacky mask? Good thing you had it on.”

“What’s this mask’s power you speak of?”

“When the wearer’s life is in danger, it teleports them to our shrine.”

“Huh.”

To think it had such an ability.
I thought it was just some useless, tacky mask.

“What a handy ability.
Does the wearer make it out in one piece?”

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“Indeed.
However, it’s lost its effect.”

“…Lost, you say?”

“Teleporting requires a vast amount of Dark Power.
The Mask of Darkness had accumulated such power for many moons, but it’s all dried up now.
Please bear in mind that it won’t be available next time.”

I see, Lucard thought, satisfied with his explanation. Though I suppose it really is just some useless, tacky mask now.

“I suppose I ended up expending a trump card.
How wasteful of me.”

“Hyohyohyohyohyo.
No, not at all.
It existed to protect your life, o Son.
So long as you’re alive and kicking, it’s served its long-awaited purpose.” Hermit then changed the subject.
“On that note, how was visiting the academy after all this time?”

“Hm…”

Looking back, it went horribly.
I used up the Mask of Darkness’ power, and Dáinsleif was broken into pieces.

Even after making so many sacrifices, I still didn’t manage to obtain the Seal of Darkness.

The only thing I did manage to obtain was information.

The white arrow magician who defeated the Crest Master: Albert Luminous.

Lucard’s school friend flashed through his mind. 

Just then—

“Guhah!?” Lucard let out a groan.
Pain surged throughout his entire body.
Even Lucard, a warrior of remarkable endurance, found himself unable to withstand the intense pain. 

Lucard reflexively placed his hand on the stone bed.
“W-What’s happening…?”

“I believe this is due to the Divine Dragon King’s breath.”

“…The Divine Dragon King…? Didn’t I avoid it… with the Mask of Darkness?”

“That dragon’s breath reduces the very soul to ashes—it’s quite the dreadful attack.
You likely didn’t completely avoid damaging your soul.”

Lucard’s vision became blurry, and his breathing was rough.

He felt his consciousness sink away into a dark well.
This sensation was similar to the fatigue he felt after training endlessly, his every cell screaming for rest.

“You require extended sleep… Recovering damage to the soul takes time,” Hermit said.
Lucard could barely even hear him anymore.
“…Although, we still have time before the fated day arrives.
Rest for the time being, o Son.
Sweet dreams—”

That was the last thing Lucard heard.

His consciousness slipped away into a dark abyss.
His body lost all strength, crumbling to the ground.