I Can Summon Legendary Figuress

The warden stared blankly at the building as reports continued to arrive one after another.

"Casualties... one hundred and twenty-eight."

A pause.

"The building and everything surrounding it will have to be quarantined for at least a few years."

Another pause.

"But we won’t."

His lips trembled before finally curling upward.

"God... we won."

The old man collapsed onto both knees as though every bone in his body had suddenly given out. The sword he had been gripping clattered against the stone road while his shoulders shook violently.

Victory.

It was truly victory.

Yet it came at a cost that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Throughout the battle, he had personally ordered squad after squad of city guards into the cursed building, fully aware that many of them would never return.

Some of those boys had grown up before his very eyes.

He remembered seeing them training with wooden swords as children.

He remembered congratulating them when they became full-fledged guards.

He remembered attending some of their weddings...

Now many of those same young men lay dead beneath piles of rubble and flesh, swallowed by the nightmare hidden inside the building.

The guilt threatened to crush him.

But he had never hesitated.

Not once.

Because hesitation would have doomed the entire city.

Had the corruption spread beyond those walls, countless more would have died. Entire districts would have become breeding grounds for that horrifying abomination. Families, children, nobles, commoners—it wouldn’t have mattered.

Their sacrifice had purchased the city’s future.

It had saved the Kingdom of Bark.

The warden slowly lowered his head until his forehead nearly touched the ground.

"Thank you..."

He wasn’t sure whether he was thanking the fallen guards...

...or praying that they could forgive him.

...

Around the battlefield, organized chaos unfolded.

Medical tents had been erected almost immediately after the battle ended.

Healers ran back and forth carrying potions, enchanted bandages, and purification tools while wounded guards cried out in pain.

Several stretchers were lined neatly beside the road.

Some carried survivors.

Others...

Bodies covered by white sheets.

Ethen emerged from the shattered entrance carrying an unconscious guard over one shoulder.

The man’s armor had almost completely melted away, revealing burns that covered nearly half his body.

Without saying a word, Ethen handed him over to the waiting healers.

"He still has a pulse."

The medical staff immediately rushed him inside.

That wasn’t the only rescue.

Groups continued disappearing into the ruined building despite the danger.

Some victims had been overlooked during the battle.

Others had been buried beneath collapsed walls.

A few had survived only because they had lost consciousness before the corruption could completely consume them.

Every minute mattered now.

Whether they lived or died depended on how quickly they could be found.

Ethen watched another rescue team disappear into the darkness before finally allowing himself to breathe.

Only then did the exhaustion hit him.

Every muscle in his body screamed in protest.

His vision blurred as he staggered toward a nearby chair positioned beside one of the waiting carriages.

The moment he sat down, his stomach twisted violently.

His face paled.

He leaned forward, covering his mouth.

A powerful urge to vomit rose from deep within him.

It wasn’t because of the blood.

Nor the corpses.

He had seen enough death in both lives to develop a certain level of tolerance.

No...

It was that thing.

The Blood Serpent God.

Just remembering its grotesque form made his skin crawl.

Its writhing flesh.

Its endless mouths.

The horrifying mixture of human bodies fused together into a single living mass.

Even worse...

The memories.

The countless minds trapped inside it.

The endless whispers.

The despair.

The hunger.

Everything about that existence violated common sense.

It wasn’t merely disgusting.

It was blasphemous.

Even someone like Ethen, who had witnessed countless horrors after arriving in this world, couldn’t suppress the instinctive revulsion surging through him.

For a brief moment, he closed his eyes.

He could still hear those whispers.

Still remember that suffocating pressure.

Still feel the overwhelming malice pressing against his soul.

"...Disgusting."

He muttered quietly.

Then—

A loud, irritated voice shattered the solemn atmosphere.

"Where’s my contribution card?!"

The woman’s voice echoed across the entire street.

"You rats from the Punishment Hall think I’m joking? I’ll march over there and fuck your head commander to death if someone doesn’t bring it out this instant!"

Every nearby guard froze.

Several healers awkwardly pretended not to hear anything.

Others simply sighed.

Ethen slowly opened his eyes.

The source of the commotion was a woman who didn’t appear a day over thirty.

She possessed striking beauty, with long crimson hair cascading down her back and sharp eyes filled with impatience.

Elegant robes draped over her figure, making her resemble the noble matriarch of some ancient household.

Until she opened her mouth.

The words pouring out were shameless enough to make hardened soldiers avert their gazes.

The complete mismatch between her youthful appearance and utterly outrageous personality was almost painful to witness.

She continued berating several terrified Punishment Hall officials before suddenly stopping. Her head slowly turned. Her sharp eyes locked directly onto Ethen.

Silence.

For several long seconds, she simply stared.Her playful expression disappeared entirely.

Instead, an unusually serious look appeared on her face as she carefully examined him from head to toe.

Then she pointed directly at him.

"Can I exchange my contribution points for him?"

The sudden question left everyone nearby speechless.

She looked toward Kang, who was currently sitting while several Punishment Hall healers wrapped fresh bandages around his injuries.

Kang barely lifted his eyes.

"He’s under the Fortune Maker."

His reply was calm.

"I have no authority over him."

The answer immediately crushed her hopes. Tier Seven at Ethen’s age was undoubtedly monstrous. Any major family would gladly recruit such a genius.

Yet Kang understood perfectly well that her interest wasn’t solely because of Ethen’s cultivation. The old woman possessed frightening instincts. She always seemed capable of spotting individuals destined to shake the world.

’She really does have an eye for talent...’

Kang silently thought. The woman clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"The old bastard?"

A wicked smile slowly spread across her face.

"That’s even better."

"He stole my daughter."

"So why can’t I steal something that belongs to him?"

Her eyes gleamed mischievously as though she were genuinely considering launching a kidnapping operation in broad daylight. Several nearby guards instinctively took two steps backward.

No one doubted she would actually attempt it. Fortunately... After staring at Ethen for nearly half a minute, she suddenly snorted.

"Hmph."

"Forget it."

She waved dismissively.

"Where’s that granddaughter of mine?"

"I’m dragging her back to the Dracontis family estate today!" Without waiting for an answer, she stormed away down the street like a hurricane.

Several nobles hurriedly moved aside to clear a path. No one dared stop her. Ethen watched her disappear into the city, still trying to process everything that had just happened.

"...What... exactly was that?"

...

It wasn’t until much later that he finally learned the woman’s identity.

She was Hela’s and Ella’s grandmother.

The mother of Arian.

More importantly...She was the current matriarch of the Dracontis Family within the Kingdom of Bark.

One of the kingdom’s oldest noble bloodlines. A family whose authority was backed by an actual Demigod. Such status placed them among the absolute pillars supporting the kingdom.

Of course...

Political influence and overwhelming strength did little to restrain the eccentric personality of their matriarch.

According to everyone who knew her, causing trouble was practically one of her hobbies.

The moment Hela and Ella discovered she had arrived in the city, both sisters immediately vanished without a trace.

Apparently, experience had taught them that remaining within her reach inevitably led to endless headaches.

As a result, Ethen unexpectedly found himself abandoned.

With both sisters nowhere to be seen and the city slowly returning to order after the disaster, only one companion remained beside him.

Fin.

Ethen looked at the recovering city, where merchants were cautiously reopening shops, soldiers patrolled damaged districts, and citizens slowly emerged from hiding.

The battle was over.

For now.

Taking a slow breath, Ethen adjusted his cloak and began walking.

With Hela and Ella in hiding from their troublesome grandmother, only he and Fin were left to explore the city.

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