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There are many theories about the origin of magic.

Some say it was introduced by a dragon, while others say it was discovered by dissecting a demon.

However, there is one thing that all beings who use magic acknowledge in common.

The magic of the Walpurgis witches is truly the most esoteric, strange, and fundamental power.

Walpurgis’ magic was stronger than any other type of magic!

The point is.

― From the Preface to the Magic section, Records of Sophía, the Creator’s scribe.

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Personally, I didn’t say I was nervous about the evaluation I took alone. However, I just felt like my eyeballs were being terrorized by the behavior of the woman who half-revealed her saggy, saggy breasts and seduced me.

And this time, when the clown suddenly moved next to me, even though I shouldn’t have, I wasn’t nervous at all.

“Demon?”

“Yes. Is that intermediate level too?”

However, the moment the word demon came out of the clown’s mouth, I felt the tension that had loosened, or I didn’t even know existed, tighten.

“So, if I deal with the ‘dog’ under God’s control, he will send me back to where I came from?”

“Yes. Demons.”

Fortunately, that demon was busy discussing something with Dean Hu right now.

“Processing, is it possible?”

I asked, and the clown bit his lower lip and nodded. slowly. Then, he stopped nodding and looked at me.

With eyes that constantly tremble like a ship caught in a storm.

Why does the clown hesitate?

I know.

Because I am a card master, I also saw and felt Arcana’s past, a past that was particularly dark and depressing to the point where my shoulders felt stiff just by watching it, the moment the clown blossomed.

There’s no way I don’t know why she hesitated.

If the situation becomes serious, he may be afraid that he will dislike the image of himself that is revealed.

“It’s okay… … !”

Just as he was trying to reassure the clown by saying that it was okay, the word ‘Okay!’ came out of the demon’s mouth, and the clown started taking action right away.

“Come here.”

A magic circle made of thick black is created in the air.

I knew that it wasn’t just Circle 7 magic.

From some point on, to be precise, after reaching the rank of ‘Expert’ and meeting ‘him’, I was able to boast that my ‘eyes’ and ‘knowledge’ for seeing magic were superior to the later Dean because of a single card that blossomed.

Also, I only confirmed part of the ‘something’ coming out of that magic circle.

“Abomination.”

I figured out its identity.

“Ohhohoho. I heard there is a saying among humans, ‘what will happen to you’? So am I a ‘bitch’? Getting a chance to tear up the dirty dog of the main god and the ‘candidate’ in front of humans?”

“Baby!”

When I turned my attention to the clown, who had a strange look and called me a ‘bitch’ and called me urgently while I was in shock, tears of regret and guilt were streaming down the clown’s eyes.

“Her!”

The clown shouted ‘Her!’ and rushed towards the mid-level demon. It was as if he had admitted that his capabilities were lacking.

The clown, who disappeared leaving behind a faint red afterimage, was aiming at the neck of the intermediate demon who had finished summoning with his blood-red side.

It looks like the clown is about to crush it. But the clown called for support. A clown with stronger pride than anyone else.

A clown is never a woman who tells lies in battle. Because her life was and is like that.

As I caught a glimpse of the clown attacking and dodging, leaving a red afterimage, and summoned my will, a card spontaneously came to mind and floated at eye level.

“Explorer of the secret. The wise man of the forest. Seeker of knowledge. A woman whose life has been denied and collapsed by unwanted slaughter. I, Gray, the only one who understands and acknowledges you, commands you with the power of the Card Master. Be present!”

The process of summoning a new Arcana was not much different from when a clown was summoned.

Amazing light. ‘Thump thump!’ A light emanated so bright that something approaching me flinched while making a sound, but I felt comfortable in the light. It wasn’t dazzling and it felt like meeting a lover for the first time in a long time.

Where the light died down and the whirlpool of light and Mana swirled, there stood a woman wearing old, faded red robes that covered her eyes. The long black hair sticking out from the pressed robe was shiny.

The old robe, which could have looked too loose, was neatly tied up with a belt around the waist. The belt was Ouroboros, the shape of a snake biting its own tail.

“Card number, One. Arcana name, THE WITCH. Greetings to the Master.”

The Witch, who bowed so politely in greeting, looked as if she were looking at an experienced female soldier.

However, when I saw her long, three-tiered hair flowing out through her robe the moment she bent down, I could understand why most men dream of having long, straight hair.

Naturally, when I look at the witch, my eyes are filled with kindness.

“I’m sorry. We’ll greet each other later. Because the situation is the situation.”

“Yes. My Master.”

Arcana WITCH.

She walked briskly towards the Abomination, which was attacking the clown.

The witch looked back and forth between the Abomination and the clown a couple of times, then nodded.

“I see. Your power and the ‘already dead’ corpse don’t match. understand. That you are not playing around. I will take care of that ‘Sórdĭdus’.”

“Thank you!”

The clown accepted the witch’s words as if she were talking to herself as a sincere thank you and rushed at the intermediate demon again.

“… These!! How dare you!”

“Then let me go first… … .”

Whether the intermediate demon is angry or not, the witch approaches the hideous mass of corpses at a pace that makes you hear the sound of shoes clicking. Calmly.

-Uuuu!!

It may not be voiced because it has no mouth, but a sound like the painful cries of several people before they die comes from the mass of corpses.

“It’s cheap.”

Even Dean Hu frowns as he looks at the Abomination summoned by a mid-level demon, but the witch looks at such an Abomination in front of him, evaluating it as low-level and looking pitiful.

-Isn’t that too calm! That mass of corpses is dangerous!!

Afterwards, the dean’s message magic comes.

“It can’t be. I don’t know anything else, but demon magic cannot be used in front of her unless she is a demon lord.”

-what?!

I didn’t feel the need to explain any further. The witch was just lifting her broom.

“If dirty things want to learn by stealing, then learn by stealing properly! Walpurgis’s secret art is so poor!”

It started with a quiet sigh, but was he angry even as he said it? Towards the end, the witch’s voice contained anger rather than disappointment.

“Originally, the reason we created Corpus (corpse) type magic was not to create something so crude… … .”

And at the end, she was looking somewhere over Abomination’s shoulder, filled with regret and pity.

Am I seeing memories beyond that pile of corpses?

Or am I seeing the souls of those corpses?

Coo!

“Mortális.”

The language of witches, chanted by a witch as she lifted her black witch’s broom and struck the ground. The identity of the ancient secret art was ‘mortalis’. With the meaning of death.

-Woah, wow?

The magic spread the moment the Abomination approached the witch and tried to crush her with its large body.

The moment the blackened mana that spread out from the witch’s body touches the pile of hideous corpses, the corpses that were forcibly compressed together begin to fall apart.

No, the black and dirty ‘chain’ that bound the corpses and bound their souls was broken.

Tuk-. Tootuk-. Patter-patter-!!

Like the snow falling in a patter without any warning, suddenly unable to withstand the weight of the snow in the quiet mountain scenery of a mountain covered in heavy snow on a winter day, things that were higher than the castle walls fall one by one and crash to the ground.

What’s surprising is that although it seems like it’s falling recklessly, there isn’t a single body falling on the witch’s head. The corpses fell around the witch, as if protecting and escorting her who had freed her from her bonds.

-Uh oh… Ahhh… Ahhh.

Then, from the Abomination, which was getting smaller in size, it was not a roar that would send goosebumps down your spine just by hearing it, but a sound that sounded like the simultaneous sobbing of many people as the corpses fell one by one.

―Huhhh… Hmm… Ugh… Hmm.

Hearing that cry from afar, I swallowed dryly, feeling my heart break, but what must the witch who was listening from all directions, from the front and left and right, feel? Moreover, the witch’s past.

“Stop… … !”

“Crĕmátĭo (cremation (火葬)).”

Just as I was about to tell the witch to stop and not to bring up the painful past and beat myself up, I heard a sad woman’s voice containing Mana.

When the witch slams the broom she was holding on the floor, black but somewhat warm flames surround the dead body on the ground.

And the black flames quickly incinerated the body, leaving behind only a handful of white powder.

The corpses keep falling, and the fallen corpses touch the black flames that have not lost their majesty, leaving behind a handful of white powder and disappearing again and again.

Among them, the white powder remaining on the floor was in the black flame that instantly melted the corpse,

Despite the wind blowing under the influence of Mana, which is spreading around the witch,

The word Garu ignorantly stands still without moving a single inch, piling up his clothes around the witch and protecting her place.

As if waiting for the last command.

Did the Abominations that were still forming the pile of corpses ‘see’ that scene?

The speed at which the body falls becomes even faster, and the size of the huge Abomination quickly decreases, like ice cream dropped on hot asphalt on a summer day.

After the last remaining body fell to the floor,

“You poor people. Please rest in peace. Requiétĭum in Lētum… .”

The witch’s voice, deep in sadness, flies to where I am with a heavy lingering sound, like ‘permission’, sometimes like a guide’s instructions, and hits my heart, not my ears.

Hwaaa!

I am proud that I have seen many ‘lights’, but this light, created by the pillars of light floating around the white powder, was the most sacred light.

Pot-.

As the pillars of sacred light disappeared at once, the corpses that had been screaming out souls reminiscent of hell a while ago disappeared, leaving only pure white snow-like powder.

“Command completed. Master.”

When the candidates’ matches were over, the reason why the people who had been shouting excitedly as if this were a slave gladiatorial arena were silent was not only because the battle between the clowns and the demons was not over yet.