The Distinguished Mr. Rose Chapter 134: Chapter 133: The Name, What Was Its Name?

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Chapter 133: The Name, What Was Its Name? Lucius’s fellows one by one slowly rose up from the demolished remains of the Demon King’s prison. Thanks to the gentleman’s intervention they managed to avoid any serious injuries, but nonetheless their reality remained ever grim—their foe had escaped and now descended the mountain, where at the bottom the united alliance’s forces still fought. If they weren’t warned of the disaster heading their way, the casualties would be devastating. The party had to leave and quick. Fortunately the Demon King was being slowed down, the freezing wind outside battering its rusted armor with a ravage of ceaselessly-growing crystals of ice. Its joints creaked and snapped with every raise of its leg, yet despite this it expressed no change in emotion, spoke no words beside a faint incoherent muttering. “Anyone got a teleport skill or sumthin’ similar?” Mister Hemingway said, cautiously peering at the lumbering figure below. “I’m not liking our chances out there in the cold.” Miss Rhodes raised her hand, albeit somewhat uncertain. “Not quite, hun, but I could whip up some winter coats and scarfs. Doubt it’d do much, though. We’d hafta move all wriggly like a snail or else the wind’ll send us tumblin’ back, not to mention all that snow…” The only person with skills related to heat was Mister Bernardi and his fiery gauntlet, but the temperature outside was so frigid that any attempts at summoning a flame would be extinguished immediately. They couldn’t go out and they couldn’t return through the way they came in, so how were they supposed to get down? The answer to that would soon reveal itself, as Lucius then felt a small tug on his suit. He turned around, and there, looking just as they had upon their parting, was the child of static who led the party here to begin with. “Huh? Oh, it’s that weird kid again,” Mili said, squinting her eyes in an attempt to perceive the form of the formless being before her. The child turned its head and then pointed at the far end of the chamber. There was a door, one that was definitely not there before, and the child rushed to its handle before opening it and beckoning the others to follow. So far it hadn’t harmed them despite plenty of opportunity to do so, thus the players with no other choice quickly followed after and stepped into the blinding white light emanating past the door’s hinges. The familiar feeling of being transported across space and dimensions returned, and a moment later everyone found themselves toppling out onto the solid ground of the mountain’s base. The door disappeared just as quickly as it emerged and the child was nowhere to be found. Nonetheless, Lucius had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time he saw it. The party stood up and looked around. The demons had waned in number considerably, now that the tears they were birthed from had ceased and their spawning grounds were destroyed. The remnants were fiercely dispatched by the remaining members of the alliance’s army, whose core figures, the five lords of the continent, had reunited and constructed a foothold not so far away where they exhausted every resource held in an effort to squash their nonsensical foes once and for all. Lord Widukind and his raging Saxon berserkers swept through the battlefield like a ravenous swarm, trampling every demon caught in their path into a fine paste. President Maleficent, although dismounted from her locomotive, had no shortage of bizarre inventions, weapons, and traps that she commanded her Crystologists to use freely. Emir-al-Balijan assassinated his foes through less flashy means, hiding in the gaps typically unseen with his special operatives of the Levantine. King Desiderius of Lombard meanwhile led his penitent legion and brought forth a myriad of miracles that both ravaged the demons in a whorl of blood while healing the wounds of those collapsed and gasping for breath. But it was the sight of Karolus, the emperor of Francia, that evoked the most m