Wipe Out Everything With a Counter Attack Power of 10000000000 - Wipe Out Everything With a Counter Attack Power of 10000000000 chapter 6

6. Train (1)

Yuma was walking.

Alongside him was a girl with black hair and golden eyes, Clonee.

They were clad in the gray robes that Princess Bridget had given them to conceal their faces and appearances.

“Indeed, ever since we defeated the enemies just now, no one has been trailing us.”

While walking, Clonee continuously used her field detection magic and relayed the situation to Yuma.

“You’re doing well,” Yuma patted Clonee’s head.

“Yes!”

Clonee smiled brightly.

‘Surely he must have cultivated qi.’

No way Yuma, who looked like a master or more, didn’t notice the enemies trailing him.

Of course, Yuma didn’t have an ounce of qi.

‘He’s probably being considerate so I don’t feel…helpless.’

Clonee’s golden eyes were filled with longing.

‘I’ll become a useful person for Yuma.’

If she studied magic diligently, it would work.

She had been with Yuma for just two days

But the one-sided bond was incredibly strong.

She firmly believed that he came to rescue her yesterday

Because she finally escaped from the nightmare and anxiety of being chased for about a month.

“Here we are.”

Where Yuma and Clonee stopped was the station of Varunoc, the capital of ‘Hailo’, which operates a magic train.

If they took this train, they could reach ‘Acan’, the final stop in the north adjacent to the Count of Rubelt’s territory and a transit city, in just 11 hours.

They headed towards the ticket office. Quite a few people were lined up at the ticket office. Naturally, the main clientele of the magic train were the nobles.

Because it was expensive.

It cost 5,000 cents per usage, a price that exceeds the monthly food expenses of an average family of three.

Paying this amount itself was a status symbol.

Of course, the men standing in front of Yuma now were not nobles but their servants. The servants were in line to draw their master’s ticket.

Among the servants, even oddly behaving ones who stumbled or fumbled were there.

Distorted cases where the servant’s pride in their master’s position above the baron position was exaggerated.

“It seems to take longer to issue tickets today.”

Noble family servants’ conversation was overheard from the front of Yuma.

“There have been bomb threats on trains for a month now. So they’re requesting family crests or merchant crests. They’re checking identities.”

“They’ve been threatening for a month straight and now no terror attacks? Those fools sure are all mouth, no action.”

One by one, the people in front of him disappeared until it was Yuma’s turn.

There was a curtain placed over the counters for ID verification, apparent it was a design dedicated to protecting one’s privacy. It didn’t seem very practical, though.

Despite having attended to dozens of people, the ticketing clerk was still all smiles.

“Welcome. Can I see your ID, please?”

Without hesitation, Yuma pulled out the golden badge from the pocket on the inside of his waistband. It was an identification badge that has three upward thrusting swords. An official badge with Princess Brigette’s mana seal engraved on it.

“I am Princess Brigette’s representative.”

The ticketing clerk’s eyes widened. A hastily issued mandate from earlier that morning flashed across her mind.

“Your, your identity has been confirmed.”

“There’s two of us including the kid beside me.”

“Yes!”

Being told she was dealing with the representative of a royal bloodline seemed to make the clerk tense. The professional woman’s hands trembled as she handed over two train tickets.

Yuma accepted the tickets with an expressionless face.

‘Like the princess said, my identity guarantees it.’

At that moment, he was able to confirm it.

***

The sunset adorned the sky.

Prince’s Palace Office No. 1.

There was a man sitting in a substantially large personal office, so extravagant it would remind one of a library.

Crown Prince Schweighofer von Astes was in a daze after hearing recent news.

In just two days, he had lost three of his most powerful warriors: Kain Gaul of Talent, Loark of Changgye, and Deralin of Cheongung, all who were undefeated in any battlefield.

In case of a mission failure, they had set up a large dome artifact that blocked sight and sound in front of the palace to keep it secret. However, it seemed that other nobles who had already entered the area had caught wind of it.

“Brigette….”

Who on earth are they? And how on earth did four individuals manage this?

He involuntarily gritted his teeth.

A communication device named ‘Neuma’ placed on his desk suddenly began to buzz.

Neuma was a magical tool still in the experimental stage within the empire; its communication zone was not functioning outside the capital yet.

Schweighofer picked up the rough magic tool.

“Who is this?”

-3rd Seat, Kairon. Your highness, Prince.

“…Kairon.”

Kairon, the 3rd seat and Executioner.

Kairon was not a human, but a superior vampire wandering battlefields for blood. Only the senior aristocrats knew he was a vampire.

-I came to visit the capital during my break. I seemed to have heard very interesting news.

Cairlon’s voice was eerily filled with excitement.

“God of War, Yuma, what is this all about? Killing three of the ten positions within two days? Did you also obtain the title of God of War in just two days? Due to the power dispute you two are involved in, the existence of this guy has swiftly spread among the high-ranking nobility residing in the capital within half a day. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”

His tone was unmistakably mocking. However, Shuberche had already filled his quota of rage targets.

Brigette, the witch’s daughter Clonie, and this suddenly appeared entity named Yuma.

Among them, Yuma was currently taking up the most significant portion of his rage.

Clearly, there was fear as well. The type of fear one might feel when facing a dragon.

Regardless, his fury was currently much stronger than his fear.

“Can you kill the guy, Cairlon?”

“Oh, Your Highness, you seem quite rushed. Well, since the first and second positions are neutral, now there only remains ten positions under your control… Including me, there are only five left, aren’t there? I can see why you’d be anxious.”

After a momentary silence, Cairlon spoke again.

“Do you not know that I am not in the third position because I cannot beat the first or second? Just tell me where he is. As long as the location and timing are chosen well, there is no one I cannot kill.”

Shuberche furrowed his brow heavily.

Realizing this, he wasn’t aware of the guy’s direction.

‘He would use a train.’

Regardless of the destination, one would inevitably use a train.

Coincidentally, the owner of that train was still in the capital.

“I will find out and then contact you.”

***

Yuma and Clonie were sitting in the waiting room.

Clonie was looking around the unfamiliar station facility with eyes wide open in awe.

“Wow…”

Luxurious transparent glass was installed everywhere before her eyes.

“What do you think that is?”

Clonie was looking at a bread in the hand of a girl her age. The wrapper had the words ‘Halo Red Bean Bread’ engraved on it.

‘Red Bean Bread.’

It was an absurd concept in the medieval west.

Yuma noticed Clonie’s chuckle. Both ‘Loop Blood’ and this world had mixed all sorts of Eastern and Western, fantasy elements, so it was not surprising for her to encounter red-bean bread.

Money was abundant.

Yuma took Clonie to a bakery and bought her a red bean bread.

Clonie carefully examined the glossy red bean bread in her hand, then opened her mouth wide to take a large bite.

Clonie’s cheeks swelled up.

“Uhmm! It’s delicious!”

Clonie was beaming brightly.

Yuma, munching on a streusel bun, nostalgically recalled the unique flavor of the bread from the franchise back in his hometown.

Enjoying a moment of leisure before the train departure,

Someone approached them.

On a glance, a sturdy, elderly man who looked like he had some exercise. Judging from his clean black shirt, he seemed to be a station employee.

The elderly man nodded at Yuma, leaned forward, and whispered.

“Are you the representative of the first princess?”

Yuma slowly nodded in response.

“However.”

“There’s someone who’s incredibly eager to meet you. Will you see them?”

Yuma asked in a deep voice.

“Who is it?”

“It’s the owner of this Halo, and the owner of all the Magi-Trains in the empire, Count Benosetian, wishes to see you.”

“Is he waiting right now?”

“Yes, he’s waiting in the next meeting room.”

Yuma recalled one of the many words that the Princess Brigitte had drunkenly slurred last night.

A list of nobles who were the real powers of the Empire.

‘He’s definitely one of them.’

A character I’ve heard to be neutral.

Yuma slowly nodded her head. She had never had a proper conversation with anyone in this world except Princess Brigitte and Clone, so she felt it would be worth meeting them.

“We still have 20 minutes until the train departs, so spare us that much.”

The old man bowed deeply.

“Please follow me.”

The old man then guided Yuma and Clone to a completely deserted area.

It was a meeting room located in an area strictly restricted to staff.

Upon opening the door, a well-dressed, blonde nobleman stood. He looked as if he were in his late thirties, but he was quite handsome.

“It’s nice to meet you, Yuma.”

At those words, Count Benosetian smiled, without hesitation knelt on his left knee.

“I have the pleasure of meet you, Yuma, who holds the proxy rights of Princess One.”

Pride of the count? That didn’t matter.

‘How to hold a grudge in front of the person who blew up three seats in two days?’

Does he want to die?

Benosetian decided to bend and enter first.