Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 987- Meeting the Two Heroes of the past (3)

"Don't worry. I mean no harm" Noticing the demon's caution, the silver haired man raised his hands demonstrating that he meant no harm.

"You saved my friend, that makes you a benefactor to us. I would never harm someone who saved Rothgard. You can relax."

Simon was silent on the surface but did not relax his guard immediately. Without a word, he pulled a few potions from his [Shop] and drank them in quick succession.

The other party watched him for a moment before reaching into their own space ring. Retrieving an ornate potion bottle, they passed it to him.

"About earlier, how should I say this…" The silver haired man fumbled for words as if not used to it. The next second though he made up his mind and spoke clearly.

 "I want to apologize. I didn't know you were the one who saved Rothgard and helped the South Wing Army. As an apology, take this."

To anyone in that situation it would look like Simon was the bad guy after all, one guy was lying on the ground in a pool of blood and riddled with injuries while the other standing next to him was unscathed and extending their claws towards the former.

 Not to mention the fact that he was a Demon Noble didn't help either. It was easier to paint him in a negative picture.

Simon glanced at the potion briefly before shaking his head "No need."

When it came to potions and other things, he had the [Shop] function with him that allowed him to buy items of the highest grade.

 The silver haired man didn't force and observed him for a while before letting out a short chuckle "You're quite peculiar." n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

For someone who had just tried to kill him, he seemed oddly chatty now. That said, Simon didn't know whether he should feel happy being called peculiar.

"Don't get me wrong, you're a Demon Noble, and I don't like your kind. Demons are the root of all evil—calamities, destruction, war. All of it. Throughout history, demons have been at the centre of every catastrophe this world has faced. Every time something happens, it's always the Demons at the core of it"

Realising that he got too heated, the silver haired man calmed himself down.

"Anyways, you're different. You helped the South Wing Army and saved Rothgard. Whether it was a whim or part of your scheme, the fact is, you helped. And I don't like owing favours. So… if there's anything you want, name it."

"Haha, look at that, you are actually talking to someone other than me. I thought you'd stay an antisocial hermit forever."

 A voice timely interjected. The golden-haired man walked closer.

 "How is he?"

 "I'll be fine. My injuries are a lot better now, thanks to all of you" Rothgard answered for himself, his voice raspy but steady. He then glanced towards Simon and spoke—

"You should take the reward they're offering. Don't let it go to waste. It may not look like it, but these two are the strongest warriors on our side. Let me introduce them properly. The silver-haired man here is Vincent. He's got a sharp tongue and seems antisocial, but the truth is, he's just a clumsy guy who doesn't know how to make friends."

The man who was referred to as Vincent, clicked his tongue seemingly bothered being called antisocial and whatnot.

"If you keep running your mouth, I'll show you just how 'friendly' I can be".

Next, Rothgard pointed at the golden haired man "The one next to me is the duke of our empire: Itherion Solarion. You may have heard of our empire before, it went by the name Valoria. However, the name changed once the new heir rose to the throne".

His voice grew heavier, laced with unmistakable pride as he explained the next point. "Though since you are a Demon noble, I bet you know them by their other titles".

Simon raised an eyebrow, waiting for the explanation. The ones who overcame the thousand trials— the Conquerors. And the one who rejected the Angels— The Foolish".

The weight of those titles hung in the air. To anyone else, those words alone would have struck like a thunderclap, stirring awe or terror. But for Simon, they only raised more questions.

Titles like these mean little when you're not from this timeline. Simon wasn't shaken by the grandiose titles—but the names themselves were a different story.

Itherion... The name hit him like a spark to dry wood. He couldn't forget it, not when it was engraved in his Main Quest, listed alongside the Demon Lord of Envy and the Seraphim of Honor.

Itherion Solarion… Who would have thought he would meet one of the legendary figures who would go down in history as a warrior who reshaped the world, in such an odd situation?

The very idea seemed absurd, but here he was, standing in the presence of someone who would become the stuff of legends.

Simon's gaze settled on Itherion. It was no wonder he felt such immense pressure from the man even though the latter was simply standing there. It was because there was an undeniable gulf between them.

This man stood on a level that allowed him to look down on the myriad beings of this world. According to history, Itherion would fight with the Seraphim of Honor and together, they would cull the Demon Lord of Envy, plunging the world and essentially the war into an even greater chaos.

His accomplishments would echo across time, his name immortalized in the annals of Altahean history.

Simon couldn't help but feel a pang of excitement. To see that fight firsthand… to witness the sheer power of beings at the peak of their existence. It would have been an eye-opener, a chance to understand his own powers and limitations. After all, his goal too was to stand on that realm one day.

Unfortunately, that wasn't an option. The objective of this trial was clear—stop the fight from happening. No matter how much Simon wanted to witness such an epic clash, he couldn't allow it.