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◈ Return of the Disaster-Class Young Lord ◈
Chapter 37 | The Tragedy (2)
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Chabera Hara.
The nephew of Las Hara, the late lord of Devil’s Tree Manor.
Also, the prime suspect in Las’s murder—the very crime that had plunged the manor into chaos.
Dion tilted his head slightly as he regarded the man.
“You say you’re the next lord?”
“Is that strange?”
“Strange indeed. I’ve never heard that the old lord named a successor before he died.”
“Indeed, he did not.”
A sardonic smile crossed Dion’s masked face, implying that Chabera was presumptuously calling himself the heir. But Chabera stood firm, answering without a hint of shame.
“If my uncle were still alive, he surely would have chosen me as successor.”
“Oh? You really think so?”
“No doubt about it. Survival of the fittest is the unbreakable law of the Centuriate Cities.”
Chabera nodded toward his two wives and children—four high-level awakened in one household, counting himself. Meanwhile, his cousin Rea, though she was Las’s biological daughter, had lost her husband, leaving only one child who had awakened to a high-level job.
Comparing the two, he scoffed at the notion that anyone would pick Rea over him.
“Well, you’re not wrong,” Dion conceded, then asked bluntly, “So, why did you call me here?”
“It’s quite straightforward, really.”
Chabera was about to clarify his motive, when the door suddenly slammed open.
Bang!
“Rea, have you no manners?”
“And here I find you creeping around like a sewer rat in our domain’s hour of crisis!”
The woman who burst in had floppy, doglike ears—another kobold of the leader tribe, in her middle years. Rea Hara glared daggers at Chabera, then turned and noticed the masked boy seated across from him. Offering Dion a polite bow, she spoke.
“Thank you for inviting me, White-Masked Young Lord.”
“No need to thank me, I merely asked someone to pass along a message.”
“…So you summoned Rea,” Chabera said, narrowing his eyes.
“Yes. It seemed both of you wished to speak with me, so I decided to save time by bringing you together.”
They stared, not saying a word in response.
“...You don’t mind, do you?”
“…No. It’s good not to waste time unnecessarily.”
Even though Dion had pulled his bitter rival and cousin into this meeting without warning, Chabera showed no displeasure. Only a faint, cynical laugh.
He was well aware that with the lordship at stake in the current crisis, the favor of the white-masked young lord could determine who would rule the Devil’s Tree Manor. Dion’s blunt scheming definitely felt like a blessing in disguise.
“Let me be direct,” Chabera said. “Help me become the next lord.”
“Hmm?”
“Should you grant me that boon, I’ll send five of my 2-star awakened relatives to serve you for ten years at no cost.”
“Chabera! Are you mad?”
“If you don’t have a better proposal, kindly stand aside.”
“You…!”
Chabera spoke as though willing to sell off even his own children if it secured the lordship. Rea scowled at him, then turned urgently to Dion.
“If you show goodwill toward me, I promise to do everything in my power to clear the Disaster Bride of suspicion.”
In other words, she vowed to carry on her father’s negotiations with Fallen Wolf City and form a feudal alliance.
Recognizing the implications, Chabera’s face darkened. Meanwhile, Dion cocked his head curiously.
“Is that all?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is that really the full extent of your ‘requests’ to me?”
“…I’m not sure I understand.”
Seeing their baffled faces, Dion let out a short laugh.
“Coming to me just to beg for the lordship of a domain that’s about to vanish… You’re idiots, both of you.”
“About to vanish?!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Forget it. Come find me again once you understand what it is you truly need.”
With that, Dion ended the meeting. Leaving Rea and Chabera in mutual confusion, he strode off without a backward glance.
Back in his quarters, Arsha, who had facilitated Rea’s arrival, spoke carefully.
“Was that all right, my lord?”
“It’s fine. They’ll come to me again, sooner or later.”
Arsha remained silent but nodded.
“More importantly, how are our people?”
“Everyone is well prepared, especially after the ample rest you granted them until now.”
“Good. Begin a security rotation, day and night. Stand watch in shifts.”
“Understood.”
“Oh, and leave my lucky charm out of it.”
Dion turned. Orr Kai, the young lupin girl, had rushed over the moment he returned and was now rubbing her cheek against his hand. Dion patted her head with a gentle smile.
“Our little lucky charm is busy enough as it is.”
Naru, the harefolk boy, stood beside him, blinking in disbelief.
“…She doesn’t look busy to me.”
“You’d think that because you can’t see the bigger picture, you lying little braggart.”
“I’m not a liar! My luck just took an unfortunate turn last time!”
Naru’s protests fell on deaf ears.
Dion, half-listening, was already picturing the squabbling Hara relatives and the participants, who were still anticipating a refund on their admission fees.
“If they tried fleeing now, some of them might survive, but greed ruins many.”
In the middle of the labyrinth, having lost their only driver, the domain was now fully adrift.
Dion wondered how long it would take before the people in charge realized this.
He was curious. He was expectant. He was thoroughly amused.
And so he quietly watched, smiling as a third bell tolled disaster for Devil’s Tree Manor.
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“Monsters incoming! Monsters!”
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
“Wait, monsters? Big deal. The Hara family can handle them, right?”
“Might they be fresh prey for our hunt?”
“What’s the staff even doing? Why not restart the Hunting Festival?”
When the first few monsters attacked, nobody took it seriously. Some participants even insisted the festival continue.
The Hara clan reacted similarly.
Rea ordered them repelled.
Chabera insisted they be captured alive.
While the cousins argued, the actual response was slow.
Ultimately, the monsters were captured—but only after they had left their mark on the manor’s outer walls, with claws and fangs gouging deep into the surface.
Even worse, their dying bodies oozed mana-tainted blood, spreading everywhere.
The proper response was to cleanse it with purified healing water, yet the Haras were too preoccupied with their succession dispute to bother.
They had grown complacent from too many "safe hunts," never expecting an extended siege scenario. That oversight would soon cost them dearly.
“Another wave of monsters!”
“All right!”
“These ones are mine!”
The second time, a few dozen monsters attacked. They were pushed back again.
“They say the next wave’s bigger?”
“Tch, I wish they’d shown up in these numbers before!”
The third time, about a hundred monsters appeared—but they were hunted down.
“Another wave...?”
“Hold on.”
“Something feels off…”
The fourth time, over two hundred monsters swarmed the manor. Only then did the participants, who had been so eager to pad their kill counts, begin to look uneasy.
At last, the Haras, more familiar with the labyrinth than most, realized the gravity of the situation.
“Mana corruption…!”
"The mana leaking from the monsters’ remains is luring more of them here?"
"And it’s not just mana—it’s the smell of blood and corpses spreading. We have to move the domain—fast!"
"...Move it how?"
No one answered.
Then, realization struck.
They had lost Las Hara, their only driver. Worse yet, Daidalos, the divine beast, had sunk into a deep sleep, traumatized by its contract holder’s sudden death. No one knew when it would awaken.
Only now did they grasp the truth.
They were stranded deep within the labyrinth—
Trapped as a drifting domain without its guiding force.
“We must send an urgent plea for aid!”
The more they fought, the more blood and corpses accumulated. And with them, contaminated mana spread further, attracting even larger swarms of monsters. The Haras finally recognized this vicious cycle and scrambled to mount a response.
Either they had to find a new driver or summon help from another domain. Somehow, they needed to break free.
"No, we must endure for as long as possible," one side insisted.
"What nonsense is that?" retorted the other. “Daidalos is merely sleeping from shock. Once it wakes, it will move us to safety."
"But there’s no guarantee it’ll wake soon!"
"A rescue might cost us a fortune we can’t afford!"
Even now, they were split.
Rea favored paying any price to save their home, while Chabera insisted they just hold out until Daidalos recovered. Both arguments had merit, and the crisis only worsened amid their deadlock.
And all the while, time marched on.
“Monsters again? How many times today?”
“Seems those bastards never sleep.”
Even the participants who once clamored for more hunts were growing weary. Yet few felt genuine fear or urgency. No matter how large the swarms, the manor’s defenses still appeared unbreakable.
Monsters continued to throw themselves at Devil’s Tree Manor—
Only to die by the hundreds.
The bodies piled up.
The bodies piled up.
The bodies piled up.
In just a day or two, more monsters died here than in all previous hunts combined, leaving behind a torrential accumulation of tainted mana.
It spread, not just around the manor, but into the very air of the labyrinth.
Finally, the threshold was breached.
Thousands of monsters had perished, and the sheer concentration of mana corruption triggered a grand disturbance.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
“W-What’s happening?”
“How is this…?!”
The ground collapsed.
Trees surged upward.
Branches twisted together.
The forest expanded outward.
Leaves stretched in every direction, overshadowing everything. Countless monster corpses tumbled into bottomless chasms.
Devil’s Tree Manor teetered on the brink, clinging precariously to interwoven roots.
When the violent changes finally subsided, no floor, ceiling, or walls were left standing.
There was no sense of up or down, front or back, left or right…
Only countless massive trees, entwined to fill the entire space.
“This is…!”
Standing on a balcony after the shock, Rea and Chabera—midway through yet another argument—gawked at the sight, their faces pale.
It wasn’t that they didn’t understand what had happened.
They understood all too well.
"A Dungeon Break?!"
『[Wandering Forest]☆
→ [Wandering Forest]★ (Rampage)
→ [Hunter’s Forest]★☆ (Rampage)
1. Hunting bonus has increased (Minor) → (Mid)
2. Maze effect has increased (Minor) → (Small)
3. [Blessing of the Bountiful Forest] → [Curse of the Bountiful Forest] (New)
4. Named Bosses Added
[Starving Giant Serpent ‘Kaa’] ★☆☆
[Cold-Blooded Bloodwasp Queen ‘Heda’] ★☆☆
[Cunning Stone Monkey ‘Moru’] ★☆☆
[King of Hunters ‘Rashanta’] ★★☆
5. Conditions for Clearing:
1) Eliminate all Named Bosses
6. Rewards:
1) N~R-rank Unique Traits [List]
2) Un~R-rank Items [List]
3) SR-rank Special Reward [???]
—Excess abundance is both a blessing and a curse. Beasts that grow fat and lazy on easy plenty shall find themselves mere prey in the face of a true hunter.』
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