Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 815- End of Duke Montford

"Hello everyone. The prince you are looking for is inside. However, the door that is blocking you all is more than fifteen inches thick and thirty feet tall. It was created to endure even the most powerful of attacks and shelter the people inside for a long time in mind"

"As such, it cannot be broken easily, more so using Brute force. To open it, we need a key which is possessed by only two people. One is with the prince who is currently behind this door, the other one is with the duke who is currently engaged in a fight with the princess"

The boy named Theodore explained energetically. At this moment, the other teams also came here after defeating their opponents. Theodore explained the same thing to them. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt

"Hoh, this door doesn't look that sturdy to me. Brat are you sure this thing is as strong as you say?"

One of the adventurers who had recently joined the princess' side and was very much unfamiliar with the identity of Theodore and Maybell, spoke. The latter didn't take offence to his comment and simply pointed at the door behind him with his thumb.

"If you don't believe me, you can find it out yourself".

The adventurer smiled "That's more like my style. Who wants to wait that long, I want to impress the princess by capturing the stupid prince and offering his head head when she returns. Everyone, get back. I will break open this door".

Saying so, that adventurer leader activated his skills. His sword pulsed with powerful energy as he charged towards the door and slashed his sword.

CLANG… a loud metallic noise rang out inside the underground hall, shaking the very foundation of the place.

BANG… the adventurer recoiled back from his own attack and fell on the ground, causing the other adventurers to laugh at him.

"Haha, are you trying to break the door or break your back? Since you can't do it, leave it to me. I shall be the one to impress the princess".

Being a beauty that she was, it was only natural that she had her own fanbase of young and talented adventurers who wanted to woo her. Many of the adventurers here other than wanting to repay her for the favour that they owed her, also wanted to leave an impression on her.

And so, one by one these adventurers came forth to try out their powers. The underground hall trembled continuously with the sounds of their attacks hitting the door. Nevertheless, none of them managed to successfully break the door.

Blake and his team watched the entire spectacle from the sidelines never thinking about stepping in.

"Sigh… I'm exasperated just looking at these people. How were they able to reach the level they are now with that little intelligence of theirs? Do they not realise that door is made of Mythril and further enhanced with numerous items to become as sturdy as possible or they just don't care at all?" Wyot commented, sighing at the stupidity of the adventurers.

"What kind of leader would I be if I can't even win a difficult battle for my people? With this fight, I want everyone to see that their new queen isn't just some weak royalty but someone who can actually protect and lead them towards a bright future"…

"Hoh, is her highness implying that she is confident that she can beat me?"…

"You are not wrong" Cynthia smiled, the markings that covered the sides of her cheeks like whiskers and her lion like eyes, made her seem cheeky and arrogant.

"Haha, this is a problem, I can't have you looking down on me" Duke Mantford's attack became even more ferocious; however, it wasn't anything that Cynthia couldn't easily handle.

"Your attacks hold no killing intent. Your Grace, are you perhaps fighting me with no intention to kill me?".

The latter did not say anything and continued to mount his attack. Although his attacks had power and ferocity, they weren't packed with murderous intent. The latter was simply trying to delay her.

Why would he do something like this? Could it be that he realises that he cannot win and is buying time? If so, for whom and what for?

Cynthia narrowed her eyes, no matter what reason the duke was buying time for, she could not let the battle drag on for any longer. As a member of the dungeon Lapalce, she now shares the exclusive information sharing network called the Message with all the other members of the dungeon.

Which is why, she was aware that her forces had all arrived at the destination. In that case, she must hurry up and defeat the Duke. And so to make it fair and to leave no disappointment behind, she decided to reveal the information.

"Oh, by the way your grace, How is Lucas Blackwood that successor of yours doing?" Cynthia questioned in a mocking tone.

SHIIING… Duke Montford came attacking with a big swing of his tempest sword that he materialised.

"What are you trying to imply at this moment, Your Highness? He went to search for you did he not? Since you have the Air Engine I gave him, you met him on the way obviously Did he lend the Air Engine to you?"…

"Your grace knows how to jest. Even if I do know him, it is merely as an acquaintance. There is no way, he will let me take his Air Engine, to lay siege on his very city. I know the duke is smart enough to know this as well"…

Duke Montford suddenly became silent. It was true that he had his doubts about why Lucas would give the Air engine to Cynthia who wanted to bring his own city down. However, as he was pressed for time, he put the matter at the back of his mind.

Now that he thought about it, the Lucas he knew would never do something like that. So how did Her Highness get the Air Engine from him? Unless…

"What did you do with him?" He asked, his aura which had been calm like a lake all this time fluctuated for a moment.