After openly declaring their hatred towards Louis, Frostbane, and his mother, Queen Benladra, the traitorous elves Louis had gathered to slaughter attacked in fury. Some even unsealed Entities stored in their souls to give themselves some edge against Louis, which they knew was a Spiralwalker at the end of the day.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Dozens of spells rained down—fireballs, wind blades, thunderbolts, meteors, bladed boulders, icicle spears, wooden lances, spirits, tamed beasts, Entities.

As the smoke cleared, the elves’ confident grins vanished. Louis stood untouched, an invisible barrier shielding him.

A barrier of pure Telekinesis. Since awakening as an Esper, Louis had relentlessly honed his mental powers.

Spiralwalker further elevated his mind and psychic strength, granting him a near-cheat advantage in Mindscape Cultivation—the Esper path of growth.

He was still new to Telekinesis and Telepathy, yet he had grown strong enough to defend effortlessly using techniques learned from his father and aunt.

He had also discovered the element his Psychic Powers manipulated.

Emptiness.

He could create and shape true nothingness—not the endless dark void of outer space, but absence itself.

“Is that all?” he asked, sighing.

“…?!”

“E-Esper?”

“He’s both a dragon and an Esper?!”

“W-Wasn’t he a crippled, talentless bastard?”

“No… just… just attack him!!!”

Desperation took over. They fought with soul weapons—blazing hammers, wind swords, lightning spears—all striking at once.

Louis smiled with dark pleasure.

“Some of those Soul Weapons look impressive. I’ll be taking them.”

For the first time the elves united for a single purpose, pooling their power into a massive rainbow magic circle.

Thousands of Elemental and Spiritual Runes converged into what they called their “Ultimate Spell”—their affinities and contracted spirits merging.

“Show me your best spell. I’ll take it.”

Louis spread his arms and closed his eyes, as though inviting the attack.

His arrogance drove them into blind fury.

Until finally…

“Ultimate Elemental Spirit Spell – Divine Spirit Elemental Tree Forest!”

A radiant forest of every element erupted around him, seeking to consume him in endless destruction.

Rainbow colors flashed and vanished in his vision.

BOOOMMM!!!

The confined area shook violently. The floor cracked open; walls and ceiling shattered and began to collapse.

The elves smiled, preparing to flee through the breaches now that Louis could no longer stop them.

However…

FLASH!

A barrier of pure Psychic Energy—Emptiness itself—blocked their escape. When their hands touched it, their flesh warped and twisted grotesquely before exploding.

“Uuuaaagggh! W-What is this?!”

“No…! He’s alive!”

“What?!”

To their horror, Louis Drakeheart emerged from the smoke, brushing dust from his uniform and laughing aloud.

“Haha… HAHAHAHAHA! What a wonderful display of mediocrity! Indeed, this Kingdom would be better without you mongrels.”

He summoned his golden spear, Gungnir… and the massacre began.

“No, no, no! Wait! WAIT!!!”

CLASH!

“Please forgive me! I was just being forced— AACK!”

SLASH!

“You son of a bitch! Burn in hell, you damn bast— Hyeee!”

BOOOM!

“How is this happening to me?! I came here for better opportunities, and now I’m getting killed by that dragon’s son?! T-This can’t be happening— Aaaagh!”

CRASH!

One after another they fell. Louis impaled them repeatedly with his spear, riddling their bodies with holes; sliced them apart with his sword; twisted their forms into grotesque sculptures with psychic force; and when bored, unleashed explosions of Void darkness to finish the rest.

BOOOM!

“It’s done,” he said, clapping dust from his hands. “Well, that was gratifying. Now I’ll go one by one with you.”

Slowly he raised all twelve using Soul Enslavement—three at a time until complete. They became powerful Undead, retaining most of their magic.

And above all…

“Give me your Soul Weapons and relinquish your Spirits.”

Under his command the zombies—faces twisted in disbelief—surrendered the fruits of their lives’ work.

Louis gained dozens of potent Soul Weapons and Spirits the weaker nobles of Frostbane could scarcely dream of.

He acquired five Tier 3 Soul Weapons: the Wind Sword Zephyros, Thunder Lance Astreon, Blazing Hammer Ignivar, Stone Axe Gravem, and Ice Shield Glaciel. Their former masters had been too weak to draw their full potential.

He kept them for now, planning to feed them to Gungnir once it neared Tier 3.

The Spirits—four Elemental (Salamander, Undine, Sylph, Gnome) and three Spirit Beasts (Firethunder Tiger, Windstorm Winged Serpent, Stone Guardian Rhinoceros)—he had taken by force. Forcing a bond could kill them, so he left them unbonded for now. They granted no power while unwilling. He planned either to let Gungnir absorb them or craft Spirit Gear with Lady Red Leaf’s assistance.

Another option was gifting them to Timothy. From what he recalled, Timothy had strong spirit affinity. Giving them all to him would boost his strength immediately and build trust… or perhaps not. Timothy was strange, far less gullible than most.

Still, it would be a solid investment…

“Well, all of you report to the other Undead Knights and learn your new positions in the squadron. We’re done here.”

Louis left the underground execution chamber beneath Emerald Grove castle and addressed the city. He declared the culprits found and punished, assuring the rest they could resume normal lives.

The elves remained wary, but what choice did they have? Rebel and share the same fate? Louis wasn’t targeting them further, the matter was closed.

Though it stung their long-lived pride, they bowed and accepted him as ruler.

That was all he truly required. He promised increased capital investment to help the land prosper.

After one final inspection confirmed the Fantasy Field was gone and The Gardener’s location unknown, Louis returned to Timothy and brought him and his family to the capital with Celestina.

By week’s end, with all issues resolved for now, Louis could finally breathe and focus on growing stronger alongside Mirai and the others.

The Sinner’s Academy drew near. He refused to waste time and entered constant cultivation seclusion.

He aimed for Grand Perfection in the Five Elemental Spiritual Roots, no matter what it took. Only then could he awaken a Physique capable of true Heaven Path Cultivation and unlock the deeper secrets of Zipangu’s methods.

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