Rebellion 15

Translator: Cinder Translations

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In the terrified gazes of Ferguson and Old Walter, flames transformed into a massive golden python, charging straight at them.

Ferguson reacted quickly, shaking the reins vigorously and clamping his legs against the horse's belly. The horse, which had been with him for several years, instantly leaped forward, propelling itself eight or nine meters away in one bound.

Old Walter wasn't as agile as Ferguson, but he was fortunate to have a mud puddle nearby. Without a second thought about the filth, he rolled into the mud, submerging himself completely.

The others around them lacked both Ferguson's skill and Old Walter's luck. They were completely engulfed by the fiery embrace of the great python. The two who were directly hit turned into two balls of flames, collapsing to the ground without a struggle, consumed by the burning fire.

Others found their clothes ignited, and instinctive fear caused them to scream. Some panicked and flailed their arms, while others, more alert, dropped to the ground, rolling to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

Ferguson watched the tragic scene of his subordinates and silently thanked his fortune, but soon his heart sank into a deep terror.

The massive burst of flames that had charged at them did not dissipate after a single strike; instead, it splintered like a flower, shooting fiery streams in all directions.

These fiery streams darted like arrows, igniting the grass, bushes, tree trunks, and treetops.

Quickly, in their line of sight, dense flames began to appear, growing larger and larger.

This spread of fire was much quicker than the fire they had set around the lord's estate earlier!

Without needing their lord's command, the warriors and servants from the families scattered in the forest immediately ran wildly in what they believed was the right direction, some so consumed by terror that they forgot their surroundings.

"Go!"

Ferguson shook the reins again, raising his whip and striking his horse's rear hard. The warhorse leaped, galloping towards the riverbank away from the flames, driven by its instinctive fear of fire, pushing itself to its limits.

"Ferguson!"

Old Walter, emerging from the mud pit, saw his ally abandon him in a desperate bid for survival and angrily shouted at Ferguson's retreating figure.

"Help! Someone!"

"Quickly, come help!"

Old Walter noticed the flames roaring around him, filling his mind with dread.

"Jinny!"

"Sain!"

"Where is everyone? Hurry and bring me a horse!"

He shouted desperately for his servants, but no one responded, only the growing crackle of the roaring flames.

The once-imposing Lord Walter now appeared utterly disheveled. His body was covered in filthy mud, his finely woven silk robes unrecognizable, making him look like a monster that had crawled out of a mud pit, the kind of monster used in tales to scare disobedient children.

After calling out several times with no response, Old Walter finally gave up hope of rescue. He looked around, trying to identify the direction to the nearby river, but everywhere he saw was engulfed in raging fire, rendering it impossible to discern east from west.

With no other choice, he guessed a direction and trudged forward, his steps heavy because the mud on him was drying rapidly from the heat surrounding him.

However, before he could walk far, a wall of searing flames blocked his path. The heat waves forced him back; he had no doubt that if he continued, he would be swiftly turned into a ceramic statue.

"Damn it!"

Lord Walter screamed in despair, angrily scraping at the clumps of dried mud on him while his feet kept moving in other directions.

Yet, no matter which way he turned, he was forced back by the fierce flames.

"Ah! Why? Why?"

Lord Walter completely broke down, tears streaming down his face as he shouted. The flames drew closer, and the choking smoke began to invade his nostrils; even if he wasn't burned to death, he would suffocate from the thick smoke.

Desperate, he jumped back into the mud pit, splashing down like a frog.

Walter half-lay in the mud, poking his head out just enough for his nostrils to breathe, but he knew that this shallow pit wouldn't fully protect him. The raging fire was getting dangerously close, and the smoke was clouding his mind.

My child, Beluga!

You must succeed!

You must avenge your father and brother!

TL: Damn, hypocritical much?

I curse you! Grayman!

I curse you! Grayman.

Filled with endless hatred, he closed his eyes, waiting for the final judgment to arrive.

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"Whew! That was close!" Ferguson glanced nervously at the forest behind him, which was now completely engulfed in flames.

At that moment, Ferguson stood at the riverbank, his horse poised at the edge of the shallow water, with a clear space between the river and the burning forest.

The fire should not reach me here.

He widened his eyes, looking at those who had escaped from the forest alongside him. Each belonged to different families, all panting heavily, clearly exhausted from their frantic escape.

"Lord Walter!"

Ferguson called out again, but there was no response.

Had he not made it out? Ferguson thought to himself, realizing that Lord Walter was likely in grave danger.

He abandoned his search for Old Walter and turned his gaze to the opposite bank of the river, which was also ablaze.

What a pity, Ferguson mused. Paul Grayman, even if you sprout wings today, you cannot escape this place.

Looking at the flames across the river, Ferguson felt not only terror but also disbelief. What had just happened with that long flame that had crossed the river to attack them? Such an abnormal phenomenon could not occur under normal circumstances.

Could it be that the current Earl Grayman truly was the embodiment of a devil on earth? Or was he possessed by a demon?

Previously, calling Paul a devil was merely a description, but after witnessing the recent events, he became increasingly convinced that his actions had been justified. Who else could control such powerful flames besides an evil demon? Thus, eliminating him was undoubtedly righteous.

(End of the Chapter)

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