Ch.120Past Connections Are Dangerous (7)

‘There were no such spells in my time.’

That made it easy to guess. It was clearly a magic that Henesia herself had modified and created.

Watching the spectacular sight of white lightning embroidering the sky, I nodded with satisfaction.

Certainly, this level of skill would be nothing to be ashamed of anywhere.

Though she wasn’t my disciple, I had looked after her in my own way, so I felt pleased as if it were my own achievement.

After the thunderous sound continued for a moment, the sky miraculously began to clear, and seeing this, Astride released me and briefly spoke.

“I’ll go check it out. I’ll cast a spell on you, so don’t move.”

After leaving me with a flight spell, Astride quickly disappeared toward the source of the battle.

Watching Astride’s retreating figure, Gordon said to me.

“She’s a swordsman yet skilled at magic too. The world truly is unfair.”

“You can say that again.”

Of course, she falls short compared to Henesia, but honestly, I feel like she could handle most opponents with magic alone.

That’s what you’d call overwhelming talent.

‘She might actually reach my level someday.’

The thought irritated me greatly.

While I was getting sealed and treated like an insect instead of increasing my power, others around me were growing one by one.

What’s more, Astride and Henesia maintained their powers intact when they came here.

Isn’t this truly unfair treatment? I threw a tantrum, jumping up and down in indignation.

“Please calm down, Master. Haven’t you made various progress recently?”

“It would have been much better if you had properly recovered your memories. Thinking about it again makes me angry.”

“……”

Just as Gordon cleared his throat, having gained nothing from bringing up the topic, suddenly a beam of light flew toward me and Gordon.

Crack.

BOOM!

With a sonic boom-like thunderous sound, what appeared was Ryan with hair burned in all directions as if he’d just gotten a perm.

“My, I wonder where such a monster came from.”

“……”

“Hey kid, let’s go together. We need to get out of here first.”

Ryan seemed to be planning an escape after exchanging a few moves with Henesia and deciding it was impossible.

I glanced sideways to signal Gordon, but at that moment, Ryan’s lightning struck and reverse-summoned Gordon.

With the battle level so high, there’s really no place for me.

I sighed deeply and urgently raised my palm to show a stop signal.

“I-I’m a civilian. This is a violation of international law.”

“What nonsense? You’re Baek Eunha, Korea’s S-rank. The government already explained everything.”

As expected, it was useless. It seemed the American side had shared my information when they called Ryan.

“No time. I’m taking you.”

“Th-then at least some kind of barrier…”

“……”

In the end, feeling an inexplicable déjà vu, I was grabbed by Ryan and dragged off somewhere again.

It was truly a moment when things couldn’t get any more complicated.

#

“So, what connection do you have with them? I heard you testified there was no link at all.”

“There is no connection. They just took me one-sidedly.”

“You seemed pretty friendly for that.”

To Ryan, who kept questioning me after taking me to some unknown place, I responded with an annoyed expression.

“What should I do then? Pick a fight with kidnappers that even you couldn’t handle?”

“…Look, let’s speak properly. It was just a strategic retreat. It seemed difficult to face both of them.”

Though it looked somewhat pathetic, it was a wise decision when you think about it.

Honestly, in my opinion too, it would have been nearly impossible for him to defeat both of them.

But whatever their circumstances, it was extremely annoying for me.

Originally, I was someone no one could touch carelessly, but now I’m being dragged around like a relay baton.

‘……’

How on earth did I, the Lord of Death, end up like this?

Now I was beyond annoyed—I was becoming depressed.

Seeing me suddenly dejected, Ryan muttered quietly.

“Don’t worry. I don’t plan to do anything in particular. You’re just bait to lure them in.”

“…You already ran away once, what do you think you can do?”

“What a strange thing to say. If it’s difficult alone, I just need to call for reinforcements.”

At those words, I looked at him with a somewhat puzzled expression.

For a Seven Stars expert, he had quite an unpretentious attitude, quite different from the high-ranked hunters I’d seen so far.

“Do you have someone to call? There aren’t many skilled enough to help in a fight of this level.”

“I have an old friend. You’ve probably heard of him too.”

If it’s someone Ryan would call an old friend, honestly, there aren’t many candidates.

And the most likely one is probably…

“Julian Zenbiltz, a fellow Seven Stars called the hero of Germany. I’m going to call him.”

And so, the scale of this unexpected battle was growing without knowing its end.

#

“…I can’t believe what a bolt from the blue this is.”

“The situation has become more serious than we thought.”

The two men, McKin and Joshua, the current president and vice president of the American Hunter Association.

They were racking their brains over the message sent by Ryan, America’s greatest hunter.

“This is too large to be considered a mere friction between hunters. This is essentially a small-scale war…”

Because of this, the US government, recognizing the seriousness of the situation, was issuing alerts equivalent to wartime conditions and convening meetings.

It might seem excessive, but honestly, such judgment wasn’t entirely wrong.

‘Ryan Bristol says there are two opponents equal to that monster?’

According to Ryan’s report after direct combat, the two people who had attacked Russian and American military bases each possessed Seven Stars level skills.

Moreover, since they showed no willingness to surrender or negotiate, they were now in a position where they couldn’t avoid a fight no matter what.

‘They are beings that pose too great a threat to national security. If they cannot be persuaded, they must be eliminated.’

Regardless of where these skilled individuals came from, those women who didn’t follow the rules of each country were like walking nuclear bombs.

Several countries had already agreed that these two should be eliminated.

“But the problem is, how on earth do we subdue such skilled individuals?”

“Exactly. Although Germany’s Seven Stars Julian Zenbiltz has expressed willingness to cooperate, honestly, those two alone cannot guarantee victory. We need to get support from high-ranked hunters from other countries as well.”

That’s why the American side was already spreading articles to various countries around the world to form public opinion.

The content was about cooperating to defeat an unprecedented public enemy threatening peace.

In fact, it wasn’t an implausible statement, so despite the previous disgrace, the world situation was siding with the United States.

And not long after, contact came from Korea, which was somewhat involved in this matter.

“Good news. Korea has expressed willingness to cooperate with two S-rank hunters, as well as France’s Seven Stars Xavier and Saint Yesiel who are staying there.”

“Is that true? That Xavier?”

If the information just received is true, excluding the S-rank hunters, three Seven Stars will gather in one place.

This is actually a very unusual event, something that has never happened before except in the early days when the term Seven Stars was first coined.

McKin and Joshua unconsciously gulped at the scale of the situation that was already beginning to slip out of their hands.

The Seven Stars, whom one might not meet even once in a lifetime, three of them gathering to join forces—just a few days ago, they couldn’t have imagined such a thing happening.

“…Now, we should just hope the damage doesn’t grow too large.”

“I agree. Not only defeat, but even if we win, there must be no major losses.”

National pride was no longer important. In fact, the current situation had become more dangerous than the appearance of an S-rank dungeon.

McKin and Joshua left their seats to attend the meeting with anxious hearts.

And two days later.

Whoosh.

In Baek Eunha’s body, who had been hiding in some corner like a mouse and observing the situation, a very slight morale began to fill little by little.

Swish.

In Baek Eunha’s opened eyes, a faint light of magical power was now swirling.