Chapter 205

The ambush they had been saving.

Using it for just two people was a bad deal.

But now wasn’t the time to be picky.

Because one of those two was an extremely dangerous existence.

One they had to eliminate as quickly as possible.

Rustle!

Rustle!

The dark mages who had been hiding in the bushes swiftly emerged.

Five from each side.

But Max remained unfazed.

In fact, it was the dark mages who seemed overwhelmed.

Because they had seen it with their own eyes.

How effortlessly Max had slaughtered five of their comrades.

On the other hand.

Allen was the one in real danger.

Five more enemies had appeared before he could even finish off the remaining one.

“Uh?”

Allen panicked and hurriedly retreated.

But his escape route was already blocked.

He couldn’t move to the side either.

Because he knew there was an enemy trap there.

“Whoa, wait, wait! This is too many!”

It was a hopeless situation, no matter how you looked at it.

Max, being a good friend, threw Allen a lifeline.

“This isn’t going to work. Come out, Sister! Let’s help our poor brother in need!”

At that moment.

Someone suddenly appeared next to Allen.

Using Blink, the teleportation magic.

Only then did Allen’s face show a sense of relief.

Because that someone was none other than the reliable Elaine.

“Phew, thanks for choosing me over the Team Leader.”

“Wh-What are you saying in this situation?”

Elaine’s cheeks flushed slightly.

The dark mages frowned, glaring at them.

“Tsk, another one?”

“Let’s take them out quickly! Who knows when more enemies will show up!”

“Right! Let’s finish this!”

Realizing that they couldn’t waste any more time, the dark mages launched their magic attacks at Allen and Elaine with all their might.

* * *

Max’s face showed no worry for his friends.

Because he was certain.

That they wouldn’t be in danger.

Therefore, Max focused solely on his own task.

On the dark mages who had surrounded him from both sides.

“Let’s hurry this up. Glick is waiting.”

Max said with a meaningful smile.

“Cut the crap.”

One of the dark mages said coldly.

Outwardly, they seemed unshaken.

But Max knew.

That despite their appearance, seeds of doubt had already sprouted in their minds.

No one could remain free from suspicion after having so much confidential information leaked.

He was planning to exploit that once again.

With the acting skills he had honed so far.

Max waited for the right timing, a faint smile on his lips.

* * *

The battlefield, divided into two.

This time, Glick wasn’t going to just stand by and watch.

The binding magic circle was already useless.

Now was the time to act decisively.

This was the turning point that would determine the success or failure of their mission.

Then which side should he join?

Glick’s mind raced.

His decision came almost instantly.

Because there was no need to hesitate.

‘That son of a bitch!’

Glick’s gaze, filled with murderous intent, fixed on Max.

That bastard was the most dangerous enemy.

The enemy he had to eliminate as quickly as possible.

So he had to step in himself.

He had to personally tear that dog to shreds.

“You guys go that way!”

Glick ordered his two remaining subordinates.

“Yes, Master.”

His subordinates quickly ran towards the other battlefield.

And Glick, left alone.

“Dark Haste.”

He cast a haste spell and started sprinting forward like a madman.

Towards Max.

* * *

“Oh, Glick, you’re finally here? Good, attack those heretics from behind. You can take them out easily.”

Max suddenly shouted with a delighted expression.

The dark mage in front of him looked at him as if he was talking nonsense.

But.

‘Huh?’

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap!

The moment he heard the rapidly approaching footsteps, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

His pupils trembled.

He believed.

He believed in Master Glick.

…But a chill ran down his spine.

Because his mind knew that if Glick was a traitor, turning his back on him meant certain death.

In the end.

The dark mage couldn’t help but glance back.

He wanted to check Glick’s expression and demeanor, even for a moment.

But in that split second.

Max’s sword moved like lightning.

Thud!

“G-Gah…?!”

The blade pierced through his chest and out his back.

A fatal wound that couldn’t be healed.

“See? I told you it would be easy. As expected of Glick, perfect timing.”

Max smiled and pulled out his sword.

Thud!

The body collapsed.

Glick saw it all clearly.

His eyes bloodshot with rage, Glick shouted.

“Don’t fall for it! Don’t fall for it! It’s that bastard’s trick! A trick!”

His booming voice echoed.

The dark mages’ expressions seemed to stabilize a little, but…

“Haha, what are you so relieved about, you foolish heretics? That’s just an act. An act to make it easier to kill you. Glick is a truly ruthless man, isn’t he?”

Max sneered, planting seeds of doubt once again.

The dark mages’ expressions wavered again.

They wouldn’t have been shaken if it weren’t for the strange turn of events, but the strange turn of events was their reality.

“Hahaha, you heretics are so naive. You still believe in Glick? He’s the one who leaked false information, lured you to this island with nowhere to escape, and was the first to suggest wiping you all out, you idiots. It’s better to die knowing the truth, right?”

Max continued to shake the dark mages’ resolve.

The more they wavered, the more advantageous the fight became for him.

He could already see the effect.

With another thing to worry about, they couldn’t fully focus on him.

Especially the dark mages who had Glick behind them.

Max moved immediately.

He was going to finish off at least three of them before Glick arrived.

And his plan came to fruition.

Slash!

Thud!

He quickly took down three of them, including the one he had killed with a surprise attack earlier.

Only two remained.

They were frozen in fear.

And only then did Glick arrive.

“You son of a bitch!”

A storm raged.

It wasn’t a natural storm.

It was magic.

Dark Storm.

High-level dark magic unleashed by Glick.

Truly powerful magic.

Even Max, who had remained unfazed by any magic so far, couldn’t ignore its power.

But.

An unreadable smile played on Max’s lips.

Instead of confronting the approaching storm of darkness, he immediately retreated.

No, it wasn’t a retreat.

Max jumped over the two frozen dark mages and kicked their backs in the opposite direction.

“Ugh?!”

“What?!”

The two were sent stumbling forward by the force of the kicks.

They managed to regain their balance and avoid falling, but…

What awaited them was far worse than a hard landing.

The menacing storm of darkness.

“G-Gasp?!”

“P-Please stop, Master!”

The dark mages shouted desperately.

But They didn’t know.

That stopping high-level magic wasn’t as easy as it sounded.

“Oh no!”

Glick panicked and tried to stop the Dark Storm, but it was too late.

Crackle!

“Kyaaaaa!”

“Aaaaaah!”

The storm of darkness mercilessly tore their bodies apart.

Their bones were crushed, and their bodies were twisted into grotesque shapes, like mangled rags.

Thud! Thud!

Their corpses, discarded moments later, were a gruesome sight.

A tragic and meaningless death.

Death by their own comrade.

Max, who had orchestrated their deaths, sneered openly.

“How clumsy, Glick. You shouldn’t cast area-of-effect magic when your allies are caught in the crossfire. Oh, sorry. You did a good job killing those heretics, haha.”

What a crazy provocation.

Glick barely managed to hold on to his sanity.

The moment a mage lost their composure, it was over.

Grit.

Blood trickled from his tightly clenched lips.

“I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you. I’ll definitely kill you. I’ll tear you to shreds.”

A chilling killing intent reached Max.

Max, feeling his skin prickle, clicked his tongue.

“I guess I have no choice. It was a fun act, but I’ll stop now.”

There was no point in continuing to sow discord once he started fighting Glick.

But it didn’t matter.

He had already gotten what he wanted.

There was no need for pretense anymore.

Max’s expression suddenly changed.

“You have no right to complain, do you? You were the ones who tried to kill us first.”

A dry, indifferent gaze.

Glick’s face contorted at the sight of his true colors finally revealed.

He was a truly despicable bastard.

To think he had been putting on such a snake-like act with those true colors hidden beneath.

If there was a devil, it would be this guy.

Grit.

Glick’s molars ground together.

“Die, you son of a bitch!”

His hand unleashed another powerful magic.

* * *

Thump!

Someone’s foot kicked the corpse of a black-robed figure as if it was trash.

“Who the hell are these guys?”

Slain, the Fangs of Slaughter, the owner of the foot, muttered.

His expression was filled with satisfaction, despite the situation.

Because he had been able to enjoy a long-awaited, unrestrained massacre.

“Do you ever listen? They said it was dark magic.”

Lucia, the half-elf, chided him.

“Dark magic? Weren’t those guys all wiped out a long time ago?”

“They were ‘said’ to be wiped out. That’s how the world works.”

“My, how cynical.”

Princess Oscar said with a smile, picking up on Lucia’s words.

At that moment, Slain and Lucia both frowned.

The ill-fated relationship between the princess and Slain, which had begun in earnest during last year’s mock battle.

Lucia, who was practically Slain’s sibling, naturally couldn’t stand the sight of the princess.

“I’m worried about everyone’s safety.”

The princess said with concern.

Lucia thought her words were disgusting.

Because she had seen it.

How the monstrously strong princess had deliberately fought passively against the enemies who had ambushed them.

The reason she hadn’t been visible at the beginning of the fight might not have been because she was late in reacting after waking up, but because she had deliberately taken her time coming out.

She didn’t know the reason.

But one thing was certain: the princess was a two-faced, unpleasant person.

“…Unfortunately, it seems God hasn’t granted everyone’s safety, Your Highness.”

Someone said in a heavy voice, responding to the princess.

It was Professor Lapit, the supervising professor.

“Yes? What do you mean…?”

“Two students from the Common class have died. I haven’t been able to check the exact number of injured yet, but… it’s definitely not a small number.”

“Oh…”

Princess Oscar covered her forehead with her hand, her expression darkening.

Her acting was so natural that no one seemed to notice her true emotions.

If Max had been there, he would have noticed it immediately.

“Professor.”

Lapit turned his head at the sound of his name.

“What is it, Camian?”

“We need to move.”

Camian said with a serious expression.

“Move? Where to?”

“The fact that we were ambushed means that others on the island could be in danger too. We need to act now.”

It was a proactive assertion of his opinion.

The old Camian wouldn’t have been able to do this.

Because he lacked confidence, even in himself.

But after experiencing so much with Max, he had definitely grown in many ways.

“Hmm.”

Lapit pondered.

Then he shook his head.

“No, it’s clear that the priority is to take care of the situation here. We’ve already been through a fierce battle and are exhausted. Moreover, it’s the middle of the night, and the weather is terrible… It’s far too dangerous.”

Lapit’s words seemed reasonable.

Most of the students seemed to agree.

But.

“I’ll go, even if I have to go alone. I’ll gather like-minded friends.”

Camian didn’t give up.

‘That person’ never gave up, no matter the situation.

So he couldn’t back down so easily.

If he didn’t want to be someone who was ashamed to follow in that person’s footsteps.

“That’s even more absurd…”

Someone interrupted Lapit, who was about to scold him.

“No, Professor. I agree with Camian. I’ll go with him.”

Leon Benesse, the Lightning Spear.

For the first time, he agreed with Camian’s opinion.

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