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◈ Return of the Disaster-Class Young Lord ◈
Chapter 20 | Labyrinth (2)
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Arsha ran through the dark passageway, her feet thudding on the ground and she pulled an arrow from her quiver and nocked it on her bowstring. She turned her body without stopping her sprint, then slid to a halt, identified her target, and released the arrow.
The entire process took only a moment.
The arrow, fired without proper aim or stance, seemed almost reckless...
“Ack?!”
But the same moment the air was torn, the arrow embedded itself perfectly between the eyes of a pursuing soldier.
Another soldier tried to close the distance by using his fallen comrade as a stepping stone, but the result was the same.
The dark elf archer never missed, no matter how or when she fired. It was the ability of her only 2-star combat class, Archer, which she had honed over hundreds of years of fighting for her clan until reaching the level of a Master.
Nevertheless, one hand could not hold off ten.
The soldiers shielded their vitals with shields and armor, closing the distance even as arrows pierced their limbs.
Arsha couldn’t stop them all, not with just a bow and arrow. Such was the limit of a 2-star class. She could wield supernatural abilities and she was exceptional as an individual, but in the end, a lower-tier awakened could not defeat dozens, let alone hundreds, of enemies.
“You shouldn’t lay a hand on someone else’s concubine.”
Whoosh!
It was for that very reason that she couldn’t help but marvel at the boy.
He had cut down the charging soldiers in an instant. Had he done so with supernatural abilities, she would have accepted it without question. Any 3-star combat-class awakened beyond the level of Novice could do that. However, the sight of the boy overpowering dozens of soldiers with only the physical enhancement of a 2-star class went against everything she knew.
And Dion’s astonishing feats didn’t end there.
Crunch!
“Ugh!”
“Careful. In the labyrinth, you have to watch your step. You never know where a trap might be.”
Not getting lost in the complex labyrinth was one thing. But spotting cleverly hidden traps at a glance, using them to block the soldiers, and even luring monster hordes to clash with said soldiers?
The deciding factor in why they hadn’t been caught yet was Dion’s cunning, which surpassed even his combat prowess.
I wonder how Parsha raised the young lord...
Combat prowess. Cleverness. Calmness. Knowledge of the labyrinth.
Beyond his class and traits, Dion displayed astonishing talent in every aspect. Above all, he fought as if he had experienced battles of the sort dozens of times.
A thought struck Arsha as she covered for the boy.
At this rate, we might actually escape.
Dozens of soldiers had already fallen to them—or more accurately, to Dion. With Parsha also hunting down soldiers at a furious pace, it was safe to assume that their pursuers had been reduced to less than half their original forces.
In fact, the frequency of encounters with soldiers popping up everywhere had noticeably decreased. Searching this vast labyrinth required a large number of troops, so if they kept chipping away at their opponent’s numbers, they might completely shake off the pursuit and escape.
Just as she let herself hope that the seemingly impossible plan might actually succeed, a soldier hiding at the end of the passageway came into Arsha’s view.
An awakened!
From the way he held his bow, Arsha immediately recognized him as an awakened, likely a 2-star Bowman.
Seeing the Bowman aiming at Dion, who was fighting the soldiers, Arsha hurriedly reached for an arrow—or rather, she tried to. Her fingers grasped empty air before knocking against the quiver.
I’m out of arrows!
Although she’d collected arrows from fallen soldiers along the way, her quiver was now empty.
Arsha bit her lip, fighting against the fatigue from the repeated battles. Instead of an arrow, she drew a spare knife and threw it.
“Grgh!”
The knife flew like the wind and embedded itself in the Bowman’s neck, displaying a level of precision that was owed to her talent as an Archer. However, perhaps due to the weak physical strength of elves, the Bowman did not die immediately. Grimacing, he released the bowstring—not at Dion like he had originally aimed for but at Arsha.
“Agh!”
Torn flesh. Spurting blood.
Lower-tier 1-star or no, the awakened’s arrow struck true.
Having just thrown the knife, Arsha lost her balance, causing the arrow to pierce her thigh. She stifled a scream. However, the Bowman’s revenge didn’t end there. His eyes burned with fury, gaze fixed on Arsha as if determined to take her with him before he died.
Seeing the arrow nocked on his bowstring, Arsha prepared for the end.
But then, a sword embedded itself in the Bowman’s head with a squelching thunk. It was a weapon far heavier, sharper, and bloodier than the knife she had thrown.
Realizing who had thrown it, Arsha’s eyes widened. The boy! He had thrown his sword, depriving himself of the weapon in the midst of a fierce battle.
Another weapon slashed down.
“Young Lord!” Arsha couldn’t help but shout as she saw the boy’s back exposed to the soldiers.
Dion spun like a top. With a slap of his palm, he struck the chin of the soldier who had slashed at his back. The force of his physical enhancement combined with the explosive rotational power and striking force snapped the soldier’s neck in a grotesque crack, turning his head 180 degrees. Before the body could fall, Dion snatched the sword from the soldier’s hand and swung down like lightning striking, swiftly dispatching the remaining soldiers.
When the boy turned to approach her, Arsha tried to speak.
“Young Lord, why— Mrph?!”
Arsha’s back arched like a bow.
Without warning, Dion had shoved his hand into her mouth and yanked the arrow from her thigh. Her teeth dug into his hand while her slender body convulsed.
As Dion skillfully stopped the bleeding, he muttered, “Hmm, deeper than I thought. You won’t be able to move for a while.”
Drenched in cold sweat from the pain, Arsha gasped for air, fluttering her long eyelashes as she processed the boy’s words.
There were still countless soldiers chasing them. Even now, her sensitive ears picked up the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps. With things as they were, being unable to use her leg was all too clear a disadvantage.
“Leave me behind...” she breathed.
“Abandon you?”
“Yes. I won’t hold them off for long, but I’ll buy you as much time as I can.”
“Is that so? Then I guess there’s no choice.”
Arsha looked at Dion, her golden eyes filled with resolve. After a moment of silence, he nodded.
“Hup!”
“Y-Young Lord?”
An arm supported her back and a hand gripped her thigh. Before she could process what was happening, Arsha found herself being carried like a princess.
As Dion lightly kicked a soldier’s corpse, and a quiver of arrows flew up and landed on Arsha’s modest chest.
“Here,” he said. “Hang in there.”
“What do you mean?”
“You said you wouldn’t hold them off for long, right? Don’t do that. Do your best to last as long as possible. I’ll be your legs and shield.”
Before Arsha could protest, Dion started running.
Thanks to his physical enhancement, he sprinted through the labyrinth like the wind, even while carrying her, an adult woman, but Arsha could see the trail of blood droplets falling behind the running boy.
She bit her lip at the sight, then finally reached out and wrapped her arm around Dion’s neck. “Understood.”
Aiming her bow over Dion’s shoulder, she shot down a pursuing soldier.
Whizz!
Even in an unstable position, her shot was perfect.
The dark elf archer calmly finished her sentence. “Then, as you said, I’ll do my best.”
“Yeah, that’s more like the Parsha’s mother I know.”
The boy continued to run, a bright smile lighting up his face as Arsha drew her bowstring again.

As they fought off soldiers, sometimes engaging in close combat and sometimes from afar, Arsha felt a strange sensation. Her injury should have made things harder, yet paradoxically, fighting felt easier and more comfortable than when she had fought on her own two feet. It wasn’t just that she was getting used to fighting while being carried. If anything, it was the opposite.
I don’t know why... but it feels like the young lord is somehow familiar with this kind of situation too.
Despite everything going on around them, Dion skillfully used the labyrinth’s structure to deal with the soldiers. Every time she fired an arrow, he adjusted his posture to give her the best angle and even helped her maintain her balance.
Genuinely and truly, how had her daughter raised this young lord?
Then, something unexpected happened.
“Ugh?!”
“Wh-what’s going on?”
“What is this?”
The soldiers chasing them suddenly began to collapse, convulsing and foaming at the mouth as if they were having a collective seizure. Before Arsha could recall where she had seen the phenomenon before, Dion clicked his tongue.
“Ah, this.”
“Young Lord?”
“Arsha, hold on tight.”
Hearing the hint of frustration in his voice, something she hadn’t heard even when he was injured, Arsha reflexively wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. Dion began to sprint through the passageway at an even faster pace.
Just as the convulsing soldiers’ bodies behind them began to swell, crows burst out of them, tearing their bodies apart.
Arsha’s eyes widened.
Dark magic!
There were hundreds of crows, each of them ominous in presence. They immediately began chasing Dion and Arsha with ferocious speed.
Working on instinct, Arsha fired arrows, but it was no use. Even if she shot down a few crows, the remaining hundreds filled the passageway, closing in rapidly.
“Young Lord!”
“Just hang on!” Dion answered as if he had already anticipated her shout. He sprinted through the passageway until eventually stepping on a protruding stone.
With a click, the stone sank into the ground, and thick stone doors fell and rumbled shut, blocking the passageway ahead and behind. It was a trap meant to seal intruders, but Dion, having prepared for it, slipped through the gap like the wind.
The crows, on the other hand, were too slow. They crashed into the stone doors, thudding one after another.
Arsha breathed a sigh of relief. However, her relief was short-lived.
A few crows had managed to slip through the gap before the doors closed. They finally caught up to them, barely skimming the ground as they slipped inside.
Their bodies swelled grotesquely.
Arsha’s eyes widened, then—
Boom!
A deafening explosion shook the labyrinth.
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