Sevens: Army of the Dead vs. Army of the Dead

Army of the Dead vs. Army of the Dead

… Lyle’s army.

Its main body had immediately set up stockades, using magic to prepare a moat.

From within the stockades, taking on the dead army so they could approach no further, even though Lyle wasn’t among the forces that had returned from the city, General Blois wasn’t perturbed.

In the remains of Centralle’s royal palace, even now there were some figures visible, and some sort of battle was carrying on. Then they were fighting on… Lyle’s survival was a possibility, is what it meant.

“But these numbers are…”

The army of armored skeletons in numbers to bury the scenery before his eyes came out of the ruined ramparts one after the next. What he learned from fighting them: their strength was nothing special. But receiving normal attacks, they would just regenerate.

They couldn’t come back if blasted to shreds with magic, but it’s not as if they could keep blasting them away for eternity.

“Overwhelming resources. I guess it is a means of certain victory.”

To General Blois as he broke into a cold sweat, raced Baldoir. Maksim and Alette were with him.

“General Blois, I’d like to form a unit to rescue Lyle-sama!”

“N-no, but in this situation…”

While Alette was trying her best to talk him out of it, Baldoir wasn’t lending an ear.

As Baldoir said that, Maksim looked at General Blois and shook his head. They had tried to persuade him, but it was no good.

The general scratched his head.

“… The Valkyries are still operational, and their battle still rages on. What’s more, under these circumstances, who’s to say a charge would be able to make it to the palace. No, it’s fundamentally impossible to reach.”

Seeing Baldoir’s face, General Blois understood the man knew his choices were wrong. His emotions were running ahead of his mind.

While the desire to save his lord was just, that wasn’t a decision that would win a war. Vexed, Baldoir clenched his fist.

“Sending men out to die is…”

Once that much was said, a number of blue lights manifested. On the other side of the stockades, two lights suddenly came to be.

Those three and the surrounding soldiers turned to look.

“That’s no good. A commander should always stay level-headed. You’ll spread unrest around.”

The one who appeared from the light was Maizel with a sword in one hand. With his left hand, he traced his beard, swinging the sabre with his right.

The skeletal soldiers around were blown away and torn apart. From the other light, a woman came out.

“Woman over there, carry yourself more boldly. There’s a difference between being concerned for and reserved from your husband. If you don’t say what must be said, the man will never understand.”

That woman with a staff… was Lyle’s mother Claire. Holding up her staff, she blew the surrounding skeletons away with a gust of magic.

Lightning dwelled in the blade of Maizel’s Sabre and he swung it forth.

“Hahaha, I’ve no comeback to that. But there are a bit too many. I should call the others.”

Claire nodded to Maizel’s opinion.

“Yes, at the very least… we must protect the place for Lyle to return.”

There, a large door appeared in front of the stockades. From it streamed soldiers in quick succession.

In his surprise, Baldoir ran forwards.

For there was the form of Beil on his horse. Across the stockade, Baldoir and Beil had met once more.


Maizel and Beil who were supposed to be dead, alongside legions of soldiers and knights; the scene was one Baldoir couldn’t understand.

The forms of splendid knights before Celes drove them mad.

“Baldoir, have you been well!”

The ones coming out of the doors were the soldiers and knights who had lost their lives in the battle against Lyle, and even the ones who had fallen after that.

As the soldiers gathered around Maizel, they took down the nearby enemy dead.



As Beil urged on his horse and raced to Maizel’s side, Maizel stuck his sabre into the ground.

“… As a parent, there’s no way I could look him in the eye. But at the very least I want to be of some use. I’ve put that child through a lot.”

“… We’re all in the same boat, Maizel-sama. Those thoughts that dwell within all of us haven’t wavered.”

Claire looked down, clenching down on her staff.

“… Lyle, you’ve grown up splendidly. I’ve no qualifications to say it. But if only for the slightest moment, if I can work for your sake…”

The streams of soldiers manifesting defeated the warriors of bone. Seeing them like that, the living soldiers of the Walt House all the same rushed to their aid.

Many of them shed tears as they fought.

“Father, father!!”

A young soldier called out a middle-aged man.

“Who the hell cries on a battlefield? If we lose here, just what do you plan to say to the young master!? … If you plan on being trouble, then give me back that spear in your hands! You’re my son, aren’t you.”

Elsewhere, a knight locked hands with the dear friend he reunited with.

And Maizel wrung out his voice.

“Courageous men of the Walt House. And soldiers of Lyle. We have yet to settle things. So I’ll swallow down my shame and make a plea. A little is enough… do you have the mind to lend strength to this Maizel Walt!? For the sake of victory!”

Crossing the stockade, one and then another soldier crossed the stockade, lining up by the comrades they once fought alongside. The crushed morale was beginning to build up once more.

General Blois looked upon the scene.

“This isn’t a normal battlefield anymore.”

He muttered as he looked at the blue light appearing to his side…

… The eastern front centered around Faunbeux.

At Margrave Resno’s camp, his son Balfeld appeared. Varius rose from his seat and approached his son.

“Y-you’re… alive?”

There, Balfeld gave a bit of a sorrowful laugh.

“Sorry father. I went and died. But for now, I’ve been given just a bit of time. So I came to apologize. I’m sorry.”

The crying Varius wiped away his tears.

“I regret sending you to the site of your death. I always wanted to apologize. Sending you to the likes of Celes… I’m sorry.”

Balfeld placed a hand on the crumbling Varius’ shoulder.

“Father… lend us your power. We can’t leave that one be. If we let her run rampant, it isn’t just the continent. The whole world will end. Father… please lend us your strength.”

Varius stood. And he looked at the end of Balfeld’s gaze, at the something of human form floating up in the sky.

“… Understood. Leave it to me. And Parselena and Blaubreigh are in good health.”

Hearing that, Balfeld… the heir to the Margrave of Resno who had been sent to Bahnseim royalty as a hostage- laughed…

“I see. Then I can rest at peace.”

… At the Faunbeux camp, the king and his close associates had gone weak at the knees.

Before their eyes was the demon who once chased them about and cut their land away.

His name was Brod Walt. Seventh Generation Head of the Walt House.

“It’s been a while, whelp. You’ve grown quite a bit. By the way, there’s something I must ask… why is it that your army is making preparations to flee?”

Around the Seventh were the soldiers of the Walt House, sprinkling their glares around. The Seventh didn’t really need them right now, but they increased his intimidating air so he had brought them along.


To the trembling king, the Seventh sent a gentle laugh. But his eyes weren’t laughing.

“You can’t mean to say you’ll leave your leader, my grandson behind and run away yourself? For argument’s sake, I’ll tell you… if you run, I’ll chase you to the ends of the earth. I do hope you still have that swiftness of foot you showed me on the battlefield.”

Saying that, the Seventh left the tent and stood before his own army that had gathered.

“Hmm! What a spectacle! As expected of my armies!”

Before the army he had trained and organized himself, the Seventh was satisfied. And before his soldiers.

“… Elites of the Walt House. If we stay silent at this crisis, it will threaten the lives of our grandchildren and great-grandchildren. It’s not so good a thing for the dead to make a ruckus, but my grandson taking on the goddess… for Lyle’s sake, I’d like you to lend me your power.”

Without a thread’s breadth of disjoint in their movements, everyone corrected their posture. The Seventh nodded and looked to the young man leading his horse. It was old man Zell in his younger days.

Straddling the horse, the Seventh spoke to Zell.

“Zell, my grandson’s been in your care. I have one more job I’d like you to do. Will you accompany me?”

“It’s an important battle for the young master. I’ll happily tag along, Brod-sama!”

His horse trot down the center of his lines of men. The soldiers took right-about face, and abided his orders. Right ahead of them, an army of skeletons closed in. The Seventh held up his gun.


As the Walt House’s army moved to action, the troops of Faunbeux watched the scene with their mouths hung over. The skeletal soldiers kicked and blown about…

… The King of Faunbeux sobbed in the tent the Seventh had left behind.

“Dammit! Dammit! This is why I didn’t want to get involved with the Walt House! Those guys torment Faunbeux even when they’re dead! Just how far does he plan on chasing me!?”

His trauma of the chase in his past revived, what’s more, this time the man himself had made his appearance.

Those around were unable to caution the king. For they held the same feelings themselves.

There a blue light appeared once more.

The king kicking and squirming on the ground raised a scream.

“Again! Who is it this time!? Is it Fiennes! That legendary demon!”

Instead of Fiennes, who the king called a demon, the King’s father… the young figure of the previous generation’s king appeared.

A man of valor who matched blades with Fiennes.

“… What’s with that shape.”

The authorities around opened their eyes in a different form of surprise to what they had shown the Seventh. While he had lost to Fiennes, he was still a splendid man and king. Many of the authorities had looked up to him in their youths.


Before his aged son, the previous generation’s king crossed his arms. He stood dauntingly.

“You’ve lost your spine at such a vital point!? At your age, you’re sure to have children, correct! Where are my grandchildren!? Why aren’t they here!”

The king of Faunbeux averted his eyes.

“N-no… you see, my sons all have their own business to attend to.”

The previous generation lowered his fist at the king. It seems he had seen through what the King of Faunbeux was scheming.

“You’re doing something petty again! What do you think your doing at such an important time, you fool! That’s enough! Get the troops together at once. Know that this battle shall become a legend our decedents will speak of for eternity! Oy, whelp over there!”

The white-streaked knight captain in splendid armor had earned a new title of whelp. He corrected his posture.


“I have troops of my own as well. Come under my command at once. When even that Fiennes is here, there’s no way I can keep silent. Let’s show them the backbone of Faunbeux!”

The tent was in quite a flurry…

… Lyle’s main camp. The back lines.

“Hop, step, right straight!”

The one sent flying by Milleia’s right fist was the one who had gotten Centralle’s imperial nobles together in a joint attempt to flee. A certain Ralph.

Miranda and Shannon were watching from behind.

The two of them were drawing back.

“B-bastard! Imposter!”

Ralph yelled at her, but holding his face with his right hand, his legs were shaking, and he couldn’t stand. He had been hit with considerable force.

With a smile, Milleia drew her gun and fired a shot nearby his right ear.


“What’s this? Have you forgotten little old Milleia-chan who scolded you whenever you were up to no good? What a terrible grandson. Granny is so sad her hand might slip next time.”

With the gun in her hand and her tone, Ralph remembered that the individual before his eyes was his grandmother Milleia.

“M-my grandmother is dead, and she was never so young… eek!”

Another bullet dug in near his body. Milleia spoke as she reloaded bullets into her two guns.

“Using your daughter to rise up in the world, well fine by me. You’re an imperial noble, so I’m not particularly angry at that one.”

“U-um… grandma?”

While Ralph made a stately face, his complexion spoke for itself. Seeing that, Miranda and Shannon clung onto one another. They were afraid.

“But you see, looking at the result, you’ve lost any and everything, haven’t you? Doesn’t that mean you failed? … and you have the guts to take that failure and act like you never had those daughters at all. What’s more, as a former feudal-noble, I can’t forgive you for personal reasons. Driving out your own daughters… granny is sad.”

She pushed the gunpoint against his temple. Those around tried to capture Milleia, but they couldn’t get any closer.

“F-forgive me, grandmother!”

“Very well.”

She nonchalantly changed her expression into a smile. But the next words to come out of her mouth.

“However, if you’re going to climb back up from there, then show your resolve. Not at this rear line, go up front with your weapons in hand, and fight. Don’t worry, your grandma will help you out. At the very least, you’ve got to do that much, or these children will never think any better of you. And… fulfill your obligations as nobles, you shitheads!”

She threatened the imperial nobles who had tried to flee at the shots ringing out in the air.

“Without doing a thing, you don’t intend to merely gather together like parasites, do you? When you’re putting your lives on the line, you’d better do it properly. Those who simply sit back and drink the good stuff; I… hate them enough to want to kill them.”

As everyone hurriedly held their weapons, Milleia turned to Miranda and Shannon.

“Girls, with this, your futures are a little more stable. Now all that’s left is to earn Lyle’s affections, and you’ll be able to stand against the others. Also… you all better risk your lives to support these children. Betray and you’re dead. Hold them back and you’re also dead. Remember this. Women of the Walt House… will chase you to the depths of hell.”

A smile to Miranda and Shannon, a sharp glare and low threat to the rest.

“… Sis, our great grandmother is scary.”

Shannon clung onto Miranda as she said that. Miranda as well.

“That’s right. I’m scared too.”

There, Milleia looked a little sorrowful.

“Goddess, you two are terrible! When I went out of my way to earn you allies for your future!”

Hmph, she gave a cutesy angry gesture so vivid you could almost see the sound effects…

… Cartaffs’ front.

A single man of light-blue mid-length hair was kneeling before a woman of small build, who could be taken as a little girl by circumstance.

“… I’m deeply sorry for being late! There were lots of things I wanted to talk about.”

There, the small woman sat in the seat she’s prepared, snapping the fingers of her left hand. A glance from a stranger was enough to tell she was angry.

As her fingers sounded, the skeletal army was blown away by magic spells erupting from the ground one after the next. Fire, wind, water, earth, they all seemed to raise explosions as they spouted up from the soil.

“Hmm~, so they’re more important to you than me.”

Ludmilla looked over the scene.

(That woman is a pain.)

Or so she held the impression. The soldier of Cartaffs around- upon the sudden appearance of the small girl who blew the undead away with her magic- tried to use the time to regroup.

“No, you see… everyone had gathered and all.”

“… Hey, why won’t Fredricks come over here? Fiennes could at least show me his face.”

Snapping her fingers again, an even larger array of magic burst from the ground.

“T-they’re quite busy and… l-look! There are still places short on hands!”

The small woman slowly stood.

The blue-haired man with glasses jumped up and retreated a few steps.

“I’m sorry! I’ll go call them at once!”

But the woman let out a sigh.

“Hah, it’s fine. You should lead your own retainers and men. Once we clean up the small fries before our eyes, we can go off to Fredricks’ and Fiennes’ place. And Lyle, was it? He’s quite something, to take Bahnseim down and found an empire of his own. Weak as I might be, I think I’ll help him out.”

The man… the Fourth pat his chest. Ludmilla thought.

(Weak? This is weak!?)

The undead army blown away by magic, even a single shot had taken out a considerable number of them, dismembering and leaving them immobile.

At the small woman who called that weak, Ludmilla shuddered.

“T-that’s good. I was worried you might oppose taking down the country.”

“Why would I? Well, I’ll say I didn’t have the power in my time. But… if the world was within my reach, of course I’d do anything in my power to pluck it for myself! Very well, the opportunity has come for me to relieve my grudges of responsibility. My blood shall reach all below the heavens! … how amusing.”

A strong will dwelled in the little woman’s eyes, as she showed her motivation. This time she snapped her right hand, and magic rained down from the sky.

“Ahahaha, let’s make a grand pile! I’ll show you, Bahnseim… my blood shall put an end to you!”

Ludmilla turned to the Fourth.

“Looks like you had it rough. Um, my condolences.”

On those words, the Fourth brushed his hair with a hand.

“Isn’t she just the cutest?”

He said and laughed. Ludmilla thought.

(Well maybe they’re made for one another. Though I don’t want this sort of coupling for myself.)

As she thought that, the small woman called out to her.

“And you over there.”

“Something the matter?”

“… If you’re to become a bride of the Walt House, you’d best resolve yourself. I had my troubles too.”

“… Eh?”

Why the woman who was blowing all the dead before her away was troubled was something Ludmilla couldn’t understand.

To her side, the Fourth tilted his head.

“You think? I thought we were a relatively cozy generation.”

The woman covered her face with her hand.

“Cozy? That was cozy? I was put through hell by mother-in-law you know? Well whatever. Let me check and see if you’re worthy of being a bride of the Walt House. Follow me.”

“Eh? Ah!”

As Ludmilla was dragged off by the hand, the nervous soldiers of Cartaffs followed her from behind…

About Yoraikun

A college student who really should be doing something more productive with his time. Also, he can read a bit of Japanese.
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95 Responses to Sevens: Army of the Dead vs. Army of the Dead

  1. Reginleif2004 says:


    The women of the Walt House take center stage for the finale!
    I’m so hyped for the mr. Lyle meeting his female ancestors.

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    • CJ Carlet says:

      You know what he will do, he will just agree to them and even sing praises of them, better not be in the bad side of your ‘weak'(That’s weak?please define weak to me) female ancestors 😀


  2. Doggo says:

    oh gawd
    I knew the Fourth was afraid of his wife but I didn’t think it was this bad LOL xD
    Hopefully after the fight ends they get a bit of a reunion with Lyle


  3. Countrymage says:

    Yup, just goes to show, if it had been the Walt women who came out of the Jewel, Lyle would already have the world, and probably the moon, if Milleia found out about the guns there.


    • CJ Carlet says:

      and we need a spin off where the one inside the jewel were the Walt wives instead of the family generation heads although the story would end in a flash look how ‘Weak’ they are hahaha that’s weak please define weak to me now 😀


  4. myuu7 says:

    man, this chapter is cant explain but damn good


  5. more on says:

    The dames of the Walt House…Rock on!!!!

    And thanks for the chapter!!


  6. Jaypay says:



  7. Namae nashi desu says:

    Thanks for the chapter.


  8. Aiz-Elesis says:



  9. supremeradra says:

    Oh Lord!
    Ghosts vs Zombies!
    Septem VS Septem/Novem!

    The stage of thi battle has only grown bigger!


  10. I want to see this chapter in anime version 😀


  11. Spamking says:

    ….The Walt women are scary~


  12. Jalil Ahmed says:

    ah shit they [Lyles brides] are getting last minute training/assistance from the former ladies of the walt house things are gonna get pretty scary


  13. Luis says:



  14. Felipe says:

    I apologize to all of you but this “final war” event is even better than the one from the hero o the shield (specially if you consider than unlike naofumi, Lyle is going to take down a goddes without having to turn himself into a god as well)

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    • rickymex says:

      This final war was turned from a cliche last boss battle into an all out fun war bringing in all the characters you love and the ones you heard but never saw.

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    • Selinus says:

      I’m just hoping Ultimate Fusion Mr. Lyle pulls out all the stops for one final attack to end it, like using all 21 ancestor’s skills in tandem for it (well…. minus the non-combat oriented ones).

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  15. bcahthekill says:

    Walt women are scary.
    Just you imagine it if mc from gaiden use this skill and bring back 25 Lyle wives hahahaha


  16. ampzz says:

    There’s just so much charisma in these chapters it’s overflowing into the anticipation for the next!

    Maziel and Claire being able to get a chance for some redemption which bolstered the heck out of the morale for Lyle’s forces including those who were of the Walt House. Even all the Walt House men that are coming back with Maziel’s presence hold their own charismatic worth while all of them being in remorse over their past actions that shunned Lyle.

    The current King of Faunbeux and the ministers all being put into line by Brod’s appearance coupled with his own generation’s army of the Walt House. Rekindling their abundant fear while seamlessly crushing the army of dead that were approaching their way. Then to add insult to injury he had the previous generation’s King slander him over how shameless he had become while the previous King himself had competence and charisma.

    Every single action that Brod did lets you feel his blatant grandson doting including how much zest his generation’s Walt House will show insane levels of morale being able to fight for Lyle’s sake. Zell’s reappearance to show how friendly the two were with each other makes that even more apparent.

    Millea just smacking the heck out of Ralph while pouring out her true character being enough to make Miranda, and Shannon both show an honest to goodness sisterly interaction. Both shaking in fear clinging to each other over how truly scary their “kind” great grandmother was. Can definitely say this was a highlight.

    Finally seeing how truly frightening Bridget was, and why Max turned into such a push-over whenever it came to dealing with his wife was an added bonus. The fact she’s able to just casually act like a tank unloading heavy magic everywhere without having to move is just hilarious. Ludmilla finally being shown how truly absurd the House she is marrying in to truly is was cute as well, especially when Bridget self-labelled herself that she was weak in comparison to some of the others, including her mother-in-law, Sleigh’s wife.

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    • Selinus says:

      Honestly up until the past few chapters, Sevens was in a close tie for 2nd in my list of favorite WNs I’ve read, tied with Mushoku Tensei for 2nd, closely behind TnY. If the final fight scene and subsequent endings keep up as much glory as these past few chapters have been, Sevens might just take the 1st spot for me by a decent chunk.


  17. ArKain says:

    “Maizel with a sword in one hand. With his left hand, he traced his bear”

    He had a bear as a mount?!


  18. Robz says:

    Hype! Thanks for the chapter~

    “With his left hand, he traced his [bear],” (beard?)

    “Holding up her staff, she [blue] the surrounding skeletons away with a gust of magic.” (blew)

    “Elsewhere, a knight [licked] hands with the dear friend he reunited with.” (locked)

    “it isn’t just [eh] continent.” (the)

    “This is [what] I didn’t want to get involved with the Walt House!” (why)

    “The white-streaked knight captain in splendid [army] had earned a new title of whelp.” (armor)

    “With a smile, Milleia drew her gun and fired a shot [hear] his right ear.” (near?)

    “Another bullet dug in [hear] his body.” (near?)

    “And… fulfill [yoru] obligations as nobles, you shitheads!” (your)

    “[Milleia] looked over the scene.” (Ludmilla)


    • Robz says:

      “At [Margrace] Resno’s camp, his son Balfeld appeared.” (Margrave)

      “To the trembling king, the Seventh [send] a gentle laugh.” (sent)

      “Before his aged son, the previous generation’s king crossed [hir] arms.” (his)


  19. erikcheah says:

    Thanks for the translation!


  20. AlbinoBlackSheep says:

    I can’t wait for the Third to tell Lyles women about the Best Lyle rankings. I get the feeling that he will.


    • Selinus says:

      Or, after things finally end, they all get together to argue over it before they disappear. Or even arguing over who should be the legal wife in front of everyone and the Walt house wives shutting the men up and arguing for it among themselves. I could definitely see the latter happen, I mean it sort-of did in the spin-off chapter/scene earlier with the whole “If Lyle had met both the Walt house wives and men” thing.


  21. gate says:

    lol @ how much raw power all the wives of the walt family had.


  22. chendu says:

    Wow, we already had a glimpse but … Women of the Walt house sure are scary 0.0


  23. ShinItsuwari says:

    Wow, what a finale ! I’m so loving these chapters. The author really did a good job making it epic !


  24. Rawr says:

    So much WIN in this chapter.


  25. necrosis says:

    9 left till the epilogue thanks so much for making this readable for us


  26. KozuKy says:

    damn so much H Y P E


  27. Blue says:

    It’s interesting that while Celes/Agrissa was able to revive the bodies, Lyle was able to revive the souls.


  28. Thank you for the chapter.
    I suppose the women of the Walt house have truly honed the bloodline of the Walt.
    Can’t wait to see how Frederick’s legal wife will banter with him.


  29. Raufgar says:

    Thanks for the chapter~!

    This was glorious~~ can’t wait for the next !


  30. GM_Rusaku says:

     ∧_∧ Nepu!!!(⌒(
    (Д゜ ) ∩∩  (⌒≡
    ⊆⊂´ ̄ ̄ ソ (⌒(⌒;
       ̄ ̄ ̄ 


  31. ce0822 says:

    I hope May gets to meet the 5th one last time


  32. thediabolicalgenius says:

    As expected. The Walts are a House of monster and the women are even worse than the men.
    Milleia totally showed her true nature. Back when she was acting like a good girl in front of the Sixth I totally wanted to yell “Don’t be fooled!” at him. But yeah, she’s scary. I don’t wanna piss her off.
    And the Fourth is totally whipped by his wife and she’s a walking disaster. If it’s like this, I’m almost scared to find out what the other wives will be like. Even Lyle mother was kicking ass……
    Thanks for the chapter Yorai.

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  33. Diggydawg says:

    Lol, I can see the gaiden for the fourth’s story:

    “Fourth; Or, How I got hitched to a strategic weapon”


  34. Fueee says:

    Thanks for the chapter 😀


  35. BadJoke says:

    Give me more of Women of the Walt house. They’re entertaining as hell. I want to see each wife of each generation judge the brides-to-be of Lyle.
    Thanks for the chap as always


  36. rennass says:

    We all were tricked.
    This war won’t be end by Walt heads but by Walt head’s wives.


  37. k says:

    Thank for the update


  38. lazyguy says:


    Seems like one letter does make a difference


  39. Yep! What’s we been waiting for!

    Women of the Walt! ARISE!


  40. Chuo says:

    Lol this was awesome. That loli though, no wonder the fourth was always on eggshells regarding her. Man, the mother in laws were killed, each and everyone one of them.
    Thanks for the translation 👍 ✌.


  41. Reaper Phoenix says:

    Thanks 4 the chapter!

    What have we learned class?
    Never mess with a Walt woman. Both that marry into it and those that marry out.


  42. Ryan Tift says:

    This is glorious! …..that is all.


  43. Vostok says:

    Wives of Walt’s house are truly powerful…


  44. CJ Carlet says:

    Wives of the Walt’s House are more amazing than the generation heads spin off please a spin off instead of the heads the wives should be in the Gem, but it will be over in a single volume with how strong they are… As expected even Lyle’s mother was strong as well before being controlled by celes… I think he should continue the Walt’s precepts when looking for a wife its very handy indeed…

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  45. Kisama says:

    So nice to see that Lyle’s family came to help and even others unrelated to him. Too bad Lyle didn’t get to speak to his mother, i could feel her pain and regret in the few words she said.


  46. Bloom-san says:

    Awesome. But now I’m having a hard time believing that this is the same woman who got ambushed in her time.


    • ermahgerd says:

      She was pregnant at the time, can’t blame her for that


      • tyizor says:

        But isn’t she magic specialized? o_o


        • SilveRosary says:

          “Eventhough a person holds a strong fate which cannot be altered no matter what I do, there are certain point of time in which the fate turned ambigue.”

          “Yes, it’s the time when they are pregnant.”

          – Hitogami’s word when conversating with Rudeus


        • tyizor says:

          Lol why are you pulling a largely irrelevant quote from another LN out?


        • SilveRosary says:

          Coz IMO it is somehow related if we are talking about how the outcomes would be if whether Bridget was pregnant or not when they were getting ambushed. Indeed it is largely irrelevant because both Seven and MT are in different universe, but why not? XD


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