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Blood is gushing.

“Ugh…”

Fortunately, the cut wasn’t deep.

This is because the various magics granted to the clothes he was wearing neutralized the power of the sword.

“Dieee!”

Angelica seemed to have no intention of retrieving the sword.

Starting from my shoulder, it seemed like he was going to split my entire body in half.

I bit my teeth.

‘Do I think I’ll die in a place like this?’

Reach out.

Snap. He grabs the blade that dug into his shoulder.

It was obvious why he couldn’t completely block the sword like last time.

This suspicious sword.

A magic circle that seems impossibly complex is emitting light.

These things are intertwined and form a perfect structure.

It would have required an incredibly high level of skill to reliably enchant something like this onto a weapon.

But the opposite is not so difficult.

vestige.

Just a little bit will do.

The more precise a machine is, the more likely it is that even a slight error will cause it to not function properly.

There isn’t much difference in magic either.

I am confident, based on some tests I have already done on Deloitte.

That it is several times easier to destroy something than to enchant it.

-Dismissed!

A spark occurred at the contact point.

It appears that minimal protective measures have been taken to prevent damage.

But to these two eyes, to the psychopathic genius enchanter named Adrian, it just feels terribly ridiculous.

The aura that naturally bursts out from the tip of my sword cuts through my palm.

But this little bit of anticipation won’t be enough to interfere with my work.

The mana that escaped through the hand penetrated the sword’s defense and dug into it.

And it breaks some of the most important circuits.

“……”

Soon the blood that was gushing into the air stopped.

The guy’s sword has now lost its specialness.

I endured the pain and forcefully swung the stick in my right hand.

“…!”

The guy avoided it and took a big step back.

Bright red blood was flowing out of the sword pulled from my shoulder.

“What…? What did you just do?”

“Why are you so surprised?”

“Why… why is there blood… why is there blood on Tempest?”

Are you an idiot?

Well, that’s only natural, since you just cut my shoulder.

But there’s no way he wouldn’t know this.

But why such a reaction?

As if I had received a huge shock.

“Adrian Floyd! What did you just do to Tempest!”

“Well?”

Oh, is that it?

That black one was clearly utilizing the power of the wind attribute elemental.

Was the reason my blood was needlessly gushing into the sky, and the reason he was shocked at how blood stuck to his sword, all related to this?

Now it has stopped working and all of its effects are gone.

“You are truly a disgrace to me, Angelica. Relying on the power of a weapon that is not your own. And still, can you call yourself my disciple?”

“Stop talking nonsense! Who is your disciple!”

Angelica rushes forward again.

‘He’s still just a kid.’

Can’t you even withstand this level of provocation?

But the guy’s movements were still incredibly fast, and it was beyond what I could handle on my own.

Most of the defensive abilities granted to the clothes were damaged.

Blood is still flowing from Bane’s shoulder.

In a word, it was a do or die situation.

But I’m not that easy.

‘It’s too late, you punk.’

-Tata taatat!

As much as Angelica.

No, it was a shadow that appeared at a speed several times faster than the guy.

‘If the owner is being beaten, he will know to come running quickly.’

Dalot jumped up off the ground and delivered a dropkick.

“Keuk!”

Angelica, who had been focusing all her attention on me and had no defensive stance whatsoever, was thrown about ten meters and rolled on the ground.

I can’t get up right away.

That level of impact would have broken at least a few ribs.

“Well done.”

“Adria. Are you okay with your body… your wounds?”

“Don’t worry. I brought it in with the intention of doing so.”

“……”

“Don’t worry about me, just go and drag me over. I don’t think there’s any need to kill him anymore.”

“Other enemies…”

“There is a way.”

I thought they would shoot arrows to protect Angelica, but the forest was surprisingly quiet.

I don’t know if he ran away after seeing the situation or if he was still waiting for his chance, but I wasn’t too worried.

That makes sense, didn’t Dalot do that?

I can easily deal with five or six guys who can’t use Aura by myself.

The guy in front is like that.

If it had been an Aura user, it wouldn’t have ended with this level of injury.

Of course, the skills of those hiding would be at that level at best.

“If you don’t want to let Angelica die like this, surrender and get out now!”

I tried screaming, but there was no response.

I spoke to Angelica, who was being dragged by Dalot.

“Hey. It seems like all your colleagues ran away?”

But no answer came back.

“I think I fainted.”

“Then take it easy.”

“Because you said I could kill you.”

“No. Good job. Go tie him up, put him on the wagon, and get some potions out of his bag. ”

“Yes!”

But, Delua, where on earth did this guy go?

* * *

‘…what?’

Even before I used the potion, the wound on my shoulder was healing on its own.

‘no way…’

I remember seeing this scene.

okay.

Princess Purua’s swollen buttocks turned white again…

‘It’s much faster than before?’

At the time, it wasn’t a big wound, just one that was swollen.

The recovery speed was also incredibly slow.

But the wound on my shoulder was from a sword that went in a span of a foot.

Some of the bones may have been cut off.

‘Now that I think about it, it was painful compared to the size of the wound, but it wasn’t enough to kill me.’

This part is also suspicious.

Was Adrian the type who didn’t feel pain well?

I already knew about the effects of the highest-grade potion from Delua.

So I wasn’t too worried about the big shoulder wound.

But isn’t this something that doesn’t even require using potions?

At this rate, it looks like it’ll be fixed cleanly in just an hour or two.

‘What the heck…’

It’s not like it radiates magical power like Purua.

I didn’t do anything.

‘Immortal age… there’s no way that’s possible.’

If that were the case, Adrian wouldn’t have died.

‘It’s not confirmed yet. Is Adrian’s entire body enchanted like his left hand?’

This is the most likely hypothesis.

There is a chance that this entire body is already imbued with magic that is much more complex and advanced than Purua’s.

‘But this doesn’t make sense either…’

Then why did Adrian die?

Did you get your throat cut in one stroke without any time to recover or for your magic to work?

“Ugh…”

I poured a potion on my shoulder, which was slowly healing.

It’s a very expensive, top-quality potion.

‘The more I think about it, the more annoyed I get that old man gives me something like this instead of cash.’

Instead, I got it for much cheaper than the market price, but I think I got ripped off by that old man.

Anyway, I just used the potion since I had an abundance of it.

Naturally, the recovery speed became several times faster.

“Adrianniiim!”

When the wound almost disappeared.

The person I had briefly forgotten about has finally appeared.

“Adrian…? Are you hurt!?”

“Okay. It’s already completely healed.”

“My children…”

“Delua. What about the trolls?”

The guy suddenly put his hands on his waist and raised his chin to the sky.

“Hehehe, what do you think happened?”

“Looks like you caught them all. Good job.”

“Eh? What is that! It’s something incredible! How amazing is it for a knight to fight five trolls alone…”

“Okay, then shut up.”

“This is too much…”

We quickly took care of the yoga and got back on the carriage.

I was waiting to see how Angelica’s colleagues would move, but it looks like they all really ran away.

‘I never thought I’d feel sorry for the bitch who tried to kill me.’

Anyway, fortunately, the raid ended here.

Since the tree blocking the road had already been cleared, we set off for Pelot.

Not in the carriage like that.

“But why are you taking that woman with you?”

“I’m curious. Why did you try to kill me? And I have to tell you the names of my colleagues.”

I know full well that there is bad blood between Angelica and Adrian, based on some of the memories that came to mind.

I’m not sure if it’s enough to make you tremble and dream of revenge.

‘Still, it seems like he has a close connection with the guy, so we should take him with us for now.’

The more mediums through which memories can be recalled, the better.

Besides, isn’t the cause good?

The woman who tried to kill me.

No matter what experiments we conduct in the future or how we operate them, there is nothing to hesitate about.

The perfect character to test out bio-enchantments without worrying about your conscience.

That’s the guy.

“Wow… That sword looks really expensive?”

“Do you see it that way? But it’s broken now.”

“Yes? It looks fine to me… and the end of the day is still alive.”

“This is a magic sword.”

“Really? That would be amazing. But, it’s broken?”

I thought that with just a little manipulation, like Delua’s mana circuit, it would be restored to its original state.

But it was too easy a thought.

‘Why on earth doesn’t it work?’

The circuit of the living Deloitte, which seems much more difficult, is completely ineffective against tools like this.

‘If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have touched the black one…’

If I had known this would happen, I would have made Dalot deal with it from the beginning.

* * *

“Trolls… they look like that. There are even five of them.”

“Didn’t you say that the only thing that passed in front of us was Adrian Floyd’s carriage?”

“Yes.”

“Ha, am I supposed to believe this now?”

“I… I heard that Sir Dalot accompanied me as an escort and coachman. If it was Sir Dalot…”

“How did that piece of trash deal with five trolls? It looks like he finished them all off with a single swing of his sword.”

The man sighed deeply and muttered.

“Judging by the burn marks on the cut surface, it’s not magic… Is it a weapon? Could this be why Mama wanted us to keep an eye on him?”

The mama the man was talking about was not Queen Emilia.

The second was Queen Serenia.

“Although he is a half-blood, isn’t he the successor to the name ‘Floyd’? No, rather, he might have something special about being adopted as an adopted child, even though he is not a pure blood…”

“Anyway, the Floyd family strictly controls weapon enchantments without the Count’s permission. If Adrian Floyd violated this, we have a useful card to play.”

“Mother will be happy.”

“No, not yet. I need to get some solid evidence. If I act carelessly, I’ll only cause trouble for Mom. I have to be thorough no matter what I do.”

“Yes! I will keep that in mind!”