Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest-Chapter 329: Grandma and the Traitor

A deep furrow creased Adam’s brows. What was she talking about? He hadn’t changed that much. Well, he talked a bit less, but that was about it?

Unwilling to trouble her despite his confusion, he nodded. "You’re worrying too much, but I promise. What’s the second thing?"

She turned, revealing her quivering lips and watery eyes. She gripped her immaculate dress so hard that her knuckles whitened. "Promise me you’ll return. I-I don’t know if I can wait another ten years, big brother."

He approached her, his heart throbbing. True, he had suffered during those ten years, but she had too. After all, the ton of messages she had sent was enough proof of her distress and grief.

A steely glint flashing in his eyes, he hugged her tenderly, feeling her body shake in his arms as he whispered. "I’ll return no matter what. I can’t promise when, but it shouldn’t take more than a year."

She nodded, her face buried in his chest. Then, she raised it, forcing out a smile. "I trust you, big brother." She pulled back and punched his chest softly. "Go. I’ll support Shihan in her conquest of the fairy woods."

He ruffled her hair one last time before he waved and walked to the Gate.

Perched on his helmet, Mab punched the air. "If you break the heart of such a nice girl again, I’ll shatter all of your bones, understand?"

"I know... I’m not dying before reuniting with Luna, anyway. And I must find Ifrit first." He sighed before his lips twisted as Mab flicked his forehead.

"You know the funniest thing about this underworld’s expedition? It’s that you have no way to go there. Hahaha! What? Did you think the Gate would allow you to? Good luck!"

Adam shrugged. "I’ll ask Hestia if she can help snuggle us."

Mab cut him off. "Dream on. She’s a traitor to the Olympians. The moment Hades feels her divinity, he’ll move to intercept her."

Adam’s lips twisted. Would he need to die for real to infiltrate Hades’ realm? ’Not really how I imagined it. No, seriously, there must be another option...’ He sighed as he reached the Gate. ’I’ll think about it during our trip to Muspelheim.’

As his mind raced for a solution, he saw Garduck already waiting for him by the Gate, and... What in the world was Achilles doing?

He observed the man leaning over the stone structure, a bright smile curving his lips as he chatted with Hippolyta, who seemed incredibly interested in whatever he said. More than interest, her bright eyes and soft chuckles brightened the plaza and made him wonder if Achilles was a Don Juan. After all, she was the Amazon queen, a proud figure who only married Theseus after her defeat.

’Some stories say he kidnapped her...’ He shook his head and approached them.

"Achilles, we’re leaving!"

Achilles joined him, his broad smile annoying him. "I didn’t know you chased anything aside from glory."

"What?" Achilles frowned, then shrugged. "Have you seen her perfect olive skin, bright hazel eyes, and silky brown hair? And her sharp mind and strength! What man wouldn’t be interested?" A sly smirk played on his lips. "Wouldn’t it be glorious to conquer the strongest woman without kidnapping her?"

’So he really kidnapped her?! I’m glad I didn’t summon this bastard!’ Adam clicked his tongue as he glanced at Hippolyta’s firm muscles and dreamlike figure. ’It’s true that she’s lovely. But Luna is better. Especially her brea... What am I even thinking?’

He shook his head to clear his mind as Garduck entered Muspelheim’s coordinates into the Gate.

However, Mab stopped him with a snap of her fingers. She flew down his helmet, returning to her human size with a chuckle as she retrieved her white stone. "Let me summon my general first."

Catching Adam’s narrowed eyes, she shrugged and hurled the stone into the door frame. "It’s time to awaken after centuries of sweet dreams!"

Before her words could linger, a sea of thick blood engulfed the empty doorframe, filling the plaza with a disturbing stench that forced Adam to pinch his nose. It was so strong that he felt as if he was back in the abyss, sitting atop a mountain of corpses.

The blood swirled, taking different shapes from a knight’s armor, a battle horse, and a broken crown to a ceremonial sword that sparkled gold and red.

Who was she summoning? With all the blood, it couldn’t be a vampire, right? But the broken crown... Wasn’t Dracula a king before he turned evil?

An icy shudder ran down his spine, and his breath hastened as he watched a dark armored boot condense and pierce through the blood with a splash. Intricate greaves followed before he saw the swords strapped on his belt.

’Dracula used a spear when he was human. He was nicknamed Vlad the Impaler, so it can’t be him.’ He sighed in relief, then tilted his head. "But This sword feels familiar... Did I see it in a game before?"

Mab smiled as she answered. "Arthur’s ceremonial sword, Clarent."

"What?!" Adam’s eyes widened as the knight continued to emerge from the swirling blood. But he didn’t need to look. He knew who it was: a calamity, the most notorious traitor—the same one who killed his legendary father—and a chaotic force of nature.

While he recognised him, a blond man as tall as Gilgamesh and holding a thick horned helmet under his arm stepped out of the Gate. His blue eyes pierced through everyone suspiciously before they landed on Mab.

"Grandma." He nodded with a smile before his next words chilled everyone’s spine. "How do we kill my father to make Merlin return?"

"Forget about Arthur, Mordred. We have bigger fish to catch, the first being Oberon." Mab snorted, her eyes narrowing into slits. "And I told you to call me mother."

Mordred tilted his head before a cruel smirk split his face. "I don’t really care about Arthur anymore. After all, I already killed him once. But wow! You finally decided to gut this pig and reclaim your throne? I’m in!"

Adam clicked his tongue as Mab briefed Mordred, annoyed by the man’s appearance. ’I’ll tell Mimi not to trust this bastard. He has nothing to do with us, and it’s better to keep it that way. Still, I’m curious about Mab’s relationship with him. I’ll find time to ask later.’

Without glancing back, he entered Muspelheim’s coordinate into the Gate.

A fiery tunnel burst forth, the stench of sulfur, molten rocks, and ashes gripping his nose as he turned to Garduck and Achilles. "Let’s go before that snake causes trouble for us."

Garduck followed him through the tunnel without delay while Achilles frowned at Mordred. His warrior’s instinct whispered that this man was dangerous... terribly dangerous. Even standing behind him and despite his frame suggesting a more barbaric battle style, he couldn’t see any opening.

But that was also that feeling that made his blood boil: the promise of a glorious duel in which he’d measure his skills against a power foe. He shook his head. Not now.

Suppressing the urge to fight, he crossed the fiery tunnel, ready to find Ifrit in Muspelheim’s tallest volcano.

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AN: The Muspelheim arc will be short. Don’t worry about Mordred. You’ll see him in action later. :D