Return of The Unrivaled Spear Knight

he floor was Joshua.

“Oh, my…” From a distance, Iceline’s mouth gaped in disbelief at this astonishing situation.

But then, something strange happened.

Joshua felt pressure on his wrist.
His eyes widened.
It felt like something was trying to hold him back.

“You—”

– New Master…

“….”

Joshua paused as he became aware of the many voices around him.

Berber’s forces had been snatched from the 4th Prince’s palace, and now, one of the five liches was speaking.

– Please…

“….”

Joshua’s expression turned grave.
Even without listening further, he knew what the lich was saying.
As it was a relationship tied by the contract, he could feel their eagerness.

“Why?” Joshua couldn’t hold back his question.

What the lich desperately wanted was none other than then its former owner, Berber, so that it would be relieved of its pain.

Just then, a voice interrupted from behind Joshua, a voice carrying intolerable rage.

“You! You can’t be thinking—!”

Joshua turned around.
It was his attendant Ash.
He was visibly shaking with his flats clenched tightly.

“Ash…?”

Ash gritted his teeth as he stared at Berber.
Memories surfaced in his mind.

***

Amidst a thick, verdant forest, a blonde boy was walking with a worried expression on his face when someone called out to him.

“Mr.
Elenburs!”

The boy turned.
A man jumped over a fallen tree and dashed over.

“I found it!”

“Really?”

At those words, the boy’s face immediately lit up.

From an outsider’s perspective, the situation seemed odd because the older man seemed overly respectful of the boy, who only came up to his chest.

This, however, was to be expected, given that they were elves.

“Where is it?”

By this time, the man had reached the boy.
He spoke without bothering to catch his breath.

“It’s in the human empire known as Avalon.”

“Avalon?”

The boy quietly repeated the word, then his face seemed to express that it was as expected.

Since it was said that his homeland was an empire called Avalon, this outcome did not come as a surprise.

“Lead the way.”

“Of course.”

After that, two figures darted out of the forest immediately.

***

The young elf stood in the heart of a busy marketplace with his cloak hood over his head.

“Is that… really her?”

“Yes, I have no doubt.”

The boy fell silent at the man’s response.

A woman was running errands as she carried a basket on her head.
She was perhaps twenty years old and looked so frail that it wouldn’t have been surprising if she collapsed instantly.
She had been cured of her illness, but it appeared she would not survive long.

“It’s said that he was a powerful mage by human standards.
But when Jerath dek Orbis disappeared, her family collapsed, and she ended up working as a maid for a different household.”

The boy gritted his teeth before the man could complete his sentence.

“Seems like his daughter is one of his lowest priorities.
He was focused on monopolizing the root of the World Tree and didn’t want others to benefit from it or take it away.”

“….”

“Fortify the perimeter—we don’t know when he will reappear and give up the secrets of the Forest.”

“Understood.”

The boy nodded at the man’s response.
He thought for a while before coming to a decision.

‘First…’

He walked toward the woman.
She seemed to have noticed someone approaching her because she flinched.
Then, she entered an alleyway and straightened her back.

“…There’s no need for you to be nervous.”

“….”

“I’m an old friend of your father.”

“Friend?” The woman’s eyes widened dramatically.

“Yes, a friend.”

“…”

“He was the only human being I ever considered as a friend.”

The boy slightly lifted the hood so she could see him.
The look of surprise on her face was priceless.

“An e-elf?”

With that response, the boy reached an immediate conclusion—she truly didn’t know anything.

“I will give you a present.”

He had purposefully waited until she walked into a deserted alleyway.
He pulled out a ring he had prepared and started engraving something on it.

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Strange patterns appeared rapidly as he engraved the ring.
Since he just needed to put the finishing touches, it was a relatively quick process.

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Whoooong!

Soon after, the ring was bathed in brilliant light as the elf blasted it with mana.

“Wah!” The woman’s eyes lit up at the unusual sight.

‘The last thing I need is a drop of tear.’

Drip.

A drop of his tear soaked into the ring.

While the ring would keep the woman safe from harm, it would also serve as a form of fetter.
No matter where she went, he would be able to find her.
Whoever wore the ring, even if it was just once, their scent would be imprinted, and that wouldn’t change even if they took it off.

However…

“What a fucked up turn of events…”

It didn’t turn out the way he wanted as, not long after, the boy stood in front of a grave.

Her short life had ended.

***

“….”

Finally free of his thoughts, Ash raised his head.

“Ke…Kekekekeke!”

Berber laughed even as he was turning into dust.

“Jerath, you!”

The lich had clearly said “new master.” That meant its former master was definitely Jerath.

Ash looked at Berber before letting the question leave his mouth.

“Did you turn your daughter into an undead?”