The Bookkeeper-Chapter 72: The Final Battle 6

Nothing made sense, yet Raiden was forced to deal with them anyway.

Pope stood before him, trembling as he tried to flee, knowing his little charade was finished. The sight of him acting this way only made Raiden’s blood boil with excitement.

Pope might be pathetic, but he could still teleport a meter away, and that was obvious. Still, knowing she could defeat him, Raiden was going to get him regardless.

The moment Pope turned and started running, Raiden went invisible and ran after him. But Pope kept teleporting back while he ran, snapping his fingers repeatedly.

Raiden gritted his teeth in irritation as he wondered what to do. That’s when it hit him—Pope had stopped teleporting and was almost emerging into the crowd. His eyes widened as he realized there was a limit and Pope couldn’t teleport over long distances. Worse, his snaps were now teleporting random people in the crowd.

In that instant, Raiden knew exactly what to do. He dropped his invisibility and charged into the field on his right to intercept Pope through that route.

He bypassed Alora, who had already beaten her opponent to a pulp. She had a hand on his head, reading his mind before he could finally take his last breath.

Still, Raiden was so focused on catching Pope that he didn’t spare them a glance. He maneuvered through the battlefield, killing anyone in his way, even striking down a knight who was his ally. He wanted Pope, and everyone else was just an obstacle.

Before long, he reached the forest’s edge and immediately activated Gaze Beyond as he searched through the trees, his heart pounding because he couldn’t bear to lose him.

His fists clenched tightly as he scanned the area. He had never been this eager to kill someone before. He needed to pour all his frustrations into this.

The moment he spotted Pope, his eyes widened with satisfaction. He needed to approach unnoticed, so he reactivated his invisibility and dashed through the forest.

His footsteps made no sound, nor did his breathing, not even when his body brushed against leaves. Yet what troubled him most was his overwhelming desire to scream—that would definitely be heard, and that’s what worried him.

Still, he bit down on his lip, suppressing that urge as the rain pounded against his body.

Before long, he approached Pope. Pope knelt there, the banner discarded, rain pelting his body as water streamed from his soaked hair while he gasped for breath.

Raiden’s body shook with excitement as he approached Pope casually, that devilish smile spreading across his face. Without a moment’s hesitation, he seized both of Pope’s hands from his knees, confusion flooding Pope’s expression. Raiden wasted no time twisting both hands, snapping them instantly as Pope screamed in agony and crumpled to the forest floor.

Raiden crouched beside him and planted one knee on Pope’s chest, clamping a hand over his mouth as he turned visible.

"Have some manners—you’re making noise."

Raiden’s menacing smile stayed fixed as he brutally struck him over and over. Pope’s face became drenched in blood while Raiden laughed. Each blow not only fed his soul but sent waves of excitement through him.

But it didn’t take long before he came to his senses and paused his fist mid-strike. "What am I doing?" he muttered.

He had left the house unguarded just for revenge. What if someone had made their way into the house?

His expression darkened as he gritted his teeth. "You bastard!"

He immediately struck his chest, tearing through ribs and ripping out his heart. The blow not only killed Pope but also shattered Raiden’s fingers. But he had no time to dwell on the pain; his regeneration would handle the damage.

He started running back to the house, and his heart began pounding the moment he cleared the forest. In the distance, he could see dark energy seeping from the storeroom entrance. He had been tricked, exactly as he’d feared.

He desperately hoped the person was caught, and driven by fear and urgency, he subconsciously poured most of his mana into his legs. Just as he had practiced, he began running faster than he’d thought possible, covering about 50 to 100 meters per second. Before he knew it, he had already covered the two miles between the forest and the house.

He stopped the moment he reached the entrance and found Alora with a captive in her grasp alongside Soul. Relief flooded through Raiden as he leaned forward, hands on his knees, panting heavily from the run.

"I never knew you could run that fast," Alora said, but Raiden barely registered her words. "By the way, this guy was trying to steal the book."

Raiden gave her a thumbs-up before straightening up. "He didn’t get it, right?"

Alora giggled. "Don’t forget I’m the Princess. I already know where the real book is, and no, he didn’t get close to it."

Raiden’s expression darkened. Why had the king shared such a confidential detail? Were they that reckless?

Alora’s eyes narrowed, her face flushed with rage as if she’d read Raiden’s mind. "Don’t talk down on my father... I suggested the idea of a second room and designed it myself."

The sarcastic tone she normally carried was nowhere to be found—she genuinely hated the idea of her father being looked down upon.

However, Raiden simply stared at her, hoping she would set aside the trivial matters for what was important.

"Well..." Her expression shifted to its usual tone. "This guy here happens to be working for the Dawnbringer Family."

Raiden’s eyes widened. This was a great opportunity to finally put some dirt on the Dawnbringers, and he could also gather information on Leo, who was supposedly still their captive.

But before he could speak, Alora snapped his neck, finishing him off completely.

"What?! Why?!" Raiden shouted, enraged.

Alora wore a sarcastic smile and ran her fingers through her white hair, flicking it back through the rain. "Using him against the Dawnbringers won’t be as good as you imagine."

Raiden sighed. She wasn’t wrong and wasn’t right either; the future was unpredictable. But now the intruder was dead, and there wasn’t much he could do. He still had to make sure all the other assassins were killed.

He turned to Soul, who had been silent all this time. "Kindly help them finish this off, Soul."

She gave him a firm nod without saying a word and began heading toward the battle ahead.

Raiden turned toward the battle, watching everything unfold with his hands tucked into his pockets as the rain finally stopped. "What did you find in the assassin’s mind?"

Alora also turned toward the battle. "They didn’t have much in mind, but for now, we can say the war is over."

Raiden’s expression darkened. "Over?"

Alora gave him a soft nod. "Yes. They were told to keep you busy while the others headed to the Kingdom of Aurelia."

She took a deep breath. "And according to the memories of the man the Dawnbringers sent, the war in the Kingdom of Aurelia is over and the book is safe."

Raiden shook his head in disbelief. This wasn’t right; the war couldn’t be over. Not because he wanted it, but because to him, none of this made sense.

Just as he had suspected, the assassins’ strategy was very weak and transparent. How could an organization that had been planning for four years and had already stolen two of the four books use such a shallow approach?

Alora let out a sigh. "You can overthink this all you want, but the remaining books are safe and the assassins are dead."

She flashed Raiden a huge, pretend smile as she headed into the battle. "Let the kingdoms have this victory... maybe you and I could make our marriage official through this time."

Raiden sneered as he watched her head into the fight. Out of the six hundred assassins who had entered the war, only about a hundred remained, and the knights had been reduced to around twenty. With Soul and Alora joining the battle, they were bound to finish the assassins soon.

Raiden watched them for a moment. His belief that there was more to all of this remained, but if this was the victory they all wanted, then so be it. It was going to help him either way.

With less responsibility, he could finally focus on what was happening to him: his bizarre dreams and lost memories, understanding Ash better, and also finding a way back to his world.

He exhaled slowly and smiled. "Yes... let’s have this victory."

[ALERT]

[BODY STRENGTHENING SUCCESSFUL]

[+5]

[MANA CONTROL +10

PHYSICAL STRENGTH +10

STAMINA +5

DRAGON AURA +10

SOUL OF DRAGON 25%

HEART OF DRAGON 30%]

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