episode_0032

“What did you do-”

Glia was confused. She was the one who wanted to ask. What did you do?

The potion contained the power of Glia, a sorcerer who looked upon the fifth level.

That power – disappeared without a trace.

At the hands of an illegitimate child of only the third level.

“How dare you!”

A roar burst from Meltas’ mouth.

Meltas, the wizard of the Keig Tower, had already had a long conversation with Glia.

What I realized through the conversation was that Glia had an elegant personality and possessed mysterious knowledge that did not match her status as a barbarian.

I was impressed by him as a person and was interested in him as a scholar. He was not the kind of person an illegitimate child would dare to commit a crime against.

Meltas raised his mana.

The plan was to get the bastard back the potion he had stolen from the sorcerer, while also instilling in him some manners.

“Meltas Sir.”

It was Salana’s eerie voice that stopped Meltas.

“I’m sure I told you. Rishir is my guest. I wish you would treat him like a bastard who got lost in the road.”

The characteristic cheerful atmosphere was still there. But that look in his eyes. That reckless attitude.

“…”

Meltas was a 6th-tier magician. He was an elite magician who was respected by all of Keig Magic Tower.

He was not someone that a mere 5th-tier high-level adventurer could treat lightly.

But why? Right now, he couldn’t say anything to the woman in front of him.

Meltas unconsciously put his hand on his neck.

For a moment, in Salana’s anger, he felt as if a blade was pointed at his neck.

But that was only for a moment.

“Ahem!”

Meltas stood up from his seat.

“I get what you mean. It seems like your relationship with that bastard is more important to you than your relationship with me.”

“Does it matter now?”

“What?”

“Didn’t you hear what Risir just said? What did the two of them do to the reagent? Isn’t it exciting? I want to keep hearing this backstory, but I guess the two of them have different thoughts?”

“…”

The braided beard of Meltas trembled.

“Okay. Come listen. What the hell are you talking about?”

Meltas sat back down and looked at Risir with his old man’s characteristically grumpy eyes.

“What did you do to the reagent? What does that mean?”

“…”

Lisir looked at the reagents here and there for a moment and then said.

“Actually, I have a special power.”

“Special powers?”

“My teacher called this the power of normalization.”

“Normalization?”

“The power to return an abnormal object or subject to a normal state. In my experience, this power of normalization mainly reacts to forces that have a negative effect on the surroundings. Representative examples include the power of demons and warlocks. ”

“What a truly useful force.”

Naturally, Meltas did not believe Risir’s words.

Not only had I never heard of such absurd power in my entire life, but it was also hard to believe that an illegitimate child of only the third rank had such tremendous power.

“…”

As if he had expected Meltas’s reaction, Risir took out the object he had been keeping in his bosom.

“That’s…?”

Meltas strained his eyes and leaned forward. He immediately recognized the identity of the object Risir had taken out.

“… Was that really the pattern of Durayeg? ”

It was a document that Dares had given to Risir in return for his help.

The document bore the seal of Durajeg and was written in Dareth’s archaic handwriting, guaranteeing Risir.

“Why do you have a document with the symbol of Durayeg on it?”

Durayeg. They were one of the pillars forming the flames.

No wizard could dare to use that name lightly.

A strange light appeared in Meltas’ eyes as he looked at Risir.

“It’s something related to my power that I just mentioned.”

“The power of…normalization?”

“I have personally helped Lord Durayeg Dares with my own power. This is something I received in return.”

“…”

Meltas knew about Dares.

Although we weren’t personally acquainted, stories about a family as big as Durayeg were something that was always on everyone’s lips.

‘The fiancée of Durayeg Dares has an incurable disease-‘

Meltas was just wondering.

Is this bastard trying to say that he cured that incurable disease?

That disease that even the so-called healers could not cure and was therefore labeled incurable?

It was an unrealistic story.

However, it is equally unrealistic for Durajeg to guarantee an illegitimate child in the name of the family.

“The power of normalization reacted to the reagent, so the reagent contained an evil power – is that what you want to say?”

“Yes. It is thanks to that power that Salana trusts me. With that power, I treated Salana’s skin.”

“Oh. That’s what happened?”

Salana nodded and showed Meltas the scar marks.

“…”

Meltas, who was observing Salana’s scars more closely, also nodded.

Regardless of the magnitude of that power, it seemed certain that Risir had special powers.

Meltas’s posture, which had been struggling, changed.

His body, which had been tense as if he would jump out of bed at any moment, was now leaning against the back of the chair and crossing his arms.

“Let me say this first. I didn’t do anything with the reagent. In the first place, it was something Glia personally prepared.”

Meltas’ gaze turned to Glia.

He had been defending Glia until just before, but now he was questioning her.

“You two. How can you trust him more than me? Even if it’s the first time we’ve met, Lord Meltas, shouldn’t you, Salana, not trust him? After all the help I’ve given you over the past few months.”

The sorcerer did not lose his composure even in this situation.

That added weight to her words, coupled with the mysterious atmosphere, but Salana’s response was lukewarm. No, it was cold.

“The story is getting off topic. Let’s talk about our reagents first.”

“It is not an evil power. It is just that he has arbitrarily adjusted my magical power. Tell me, Lisir. What do you know about sorcery? How much do you know about magic and mana?”

The sorcerer’s eyes were clear and unwavering.

That gaze, which seemed to see through the other person, was like a kind of magic.

“…”

“…”

Even Meltas and Salana, who were listening to her story from the side, were unknowingly captivated by her words.

“Can I just check what’s in there for a moment?”

But Risir wasn’t paying any attention. His gaze indifferently shifted from Glia’s gaze to the bag she was carrying on her waist.

The sorcerer’s eyes shook slightly.

“I decline. I have no obligation to share the status of my belongings with you.”

Risir continued speaking, looking at Salana without a care in the world.

“Mr. Salana. Let me tell you the impression I got while using the power of normalization on Ms. Salana’s skin disease. I felt that the disease was like a tube connected to a pipe. ”

“A pipe with a connected tube?”

“Even if you empty the contents of the container, new contents will eventually be supplied through the pipe.”

Oh, that’s a good metaphor.

Contrary to what Lisir himself had thought and understood immediately, Salana and Meltas showed ambiguous reactions.

It was because they lacked the knowledge that Risir had.

It was knowledge about witchcraft.

Witchcraft was the knowledge of the barbarians – low knowledge.

In general, there was no opportunity to come into contact with it, and even if there was, no one tried to learn it.

Rather than learning about sorcery, it would be better to memorize at least one more piece of noble family history.

Even Meltas, the scholar of the Magic Tower, knew almost nothing about sorcery before meeting Glia.

Because he had pride in being an intellectual, he stayed away from low-level knowledge.

And if I hadn’t heard from Salana that Glia’s magic was useful, I would never have been interested in magic.

On the other hand, Lisir.

He was a man who moved from one warehouse to another called the library annex, which was loaded with books dealing with low-level knowledge.

There, Risir devoured the discarded knowledge indiscriminately, with the sole intention of escaping his life as an illegitimate child.

Among them were books dealing with the ecology of savages, some of whose contents were about magic.

If it wasn’t in-depth knowledge, it was enough for now.

“Sir Meltas? Is there any magic that works like that? It has an external source and continuously affects a specific target. ”

“As far as I know, such magic does not exist. Even if it does exist, it would probably only be passed down to certain magicians in the form of visions. ”

“Then what about witchcraft?”

“Witchcraft?”

“There is a sorcery called the ‘Double Curse’. It is a sorcery that uses a part of the body of the target of the sorcery to create a double, and exerts continuous influence on the target through that double.”

Risir felt quite frustrated with this part.

If it had been his previous life, it would have been a story that could have been explained in one word: ‘You know, the cursed doll.’

“…Does such a spell really exist? In the first place, you-”

“Rishir? Do you know about witchcraft?”

“Aren’t you an illegitimate child? You used to read books appropriate for your level.”

“…”

“…”

The two people became silent for no reason.

“That’s why I tried to check the shaman’s luggage. In the shaman’s luggage, I felt the same kind of energy that I felt on Salana’s skin. Perhaps the ‘double’ I was talking about is in there.”

Salana and Meltas’ gazes were simultaneously fixed on Glia’s luggage.

“…”

By now, Glia’s calm atmosphere has completely lost its original form.

Her transparent eyes were trembling without mercy.

It was entirely possible for a wizard to guess that a skin disease was caused by witchcraft.

But, you pointed out exactly what it was, a curse of duplicates.

This was possible because he not only had basic knowledge of sorcery, but also had the extraordinary ability to instantly dispel the evil energy created by sorcery.

From Glia’s perspective, it was like a bolt from the blue-

If it was Risir, it would have been an unreasonable situation to define it as a two-letter technical term.

“Glia.”

Salana reached out to Glia.

As Risir had said, Glia’s luggage contained the clone of herself that was the source of the curse.

If it were normal, I would have kept it in a safe place, but-

Today was a very important day for Glia.

It is none other than the day to reap the fruits of your labor so far.

The plan was a bit disrupted by the sudden intervention of an illegitimate child – but that’s okay.

It’s just that the timing has been brought forward a little.

“Salana. Please understand this one thing. I am not the sorcerer who put a curse on you.”

Glia took her courtesy clone out of her bag.

It was made of straw, stained with blood, and had reddish-brown hair, presumably Salana’s, sprinkled throughout.

Glia seemed to be placing it in Salana’s hand –

Chook.

Glia cut open the straw doll’s stomach. Gulp, gurgle. Blood poured out from the cut area, and Glia greedily drank it.

Gulp.

Gulp.

After a while, Glia, who had finished drinking heavily, continued speaking while wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

“I didn’t approach you with that intention from the beginning. Originally, I planned to give you the medicine I know about and receive compensation for your skin disease. And at the same time, I wanted to build a network with you, a promising adventurer.”

“But why?”

“… You’ve discovered the true nature of the skin disease. It was a curse that a powerful sorcerer had placed on you, even giving up his own life. ”

“…”

Salana’s pupils dilated and constricted subtly.

A powerful sorcerer. Something caught my eye.

He was a sorcerer who tried to break the seal of a necromancer by using a foolish but powerful nobleman.

As the master of the Assassins’ Guild, Salana killed the sorcerer.

The skin disease was his karma-

I couldn’t even imagine.

That makes sense, because that happened more than five years ago.

It was only a year ago that the skin disease broke out.

“I was fascinated by that curse. If I could make that curse without a master mine, I could make you, who was under the curse, mine. That’s why I had regular meetings with you under the pretext of healing. I analyzed the curse, found its roots, and eventually traced back to the root and reached the root. ”

Glia closed her eyes tightly and opened them.

Her transparent eyes turned an ominous black.

“Do you remember the sorcerer named Balaka? The assassin.”

“…!”

how.

Salana muttered in a daze.

“I went to the source of the curse and spoke with him.”

An ominous feeling gripped Salana’s intuition.

We can’t leave it like this.

Immediately, Salana activated the poison she had planted in Glia.

Glia’s breath stopped with a pounding sound.

“He said-”

Nevertheless, Glia’s words continued.

“He said he would set you free if you promised not to interfere with the plan.”

“What the heck is this- Salina! Glia! What the hell is going on!”

Meltas took a deep breath.

The evil aura now flowing out of Glia was strong enough to induce instinctive fear in a 6th-tier wizard.

“What would you do, Assassin? Will you promise him?”

“…Glia, do you know what you’ve gotten yourself into?”

The Master of the Assassins’ Guild, whose adventurer’s mask had been removed, confronted her.

“…”

Glia closed her eyes tightly once again.

And when they opened again, they were as empty as deep pits.

A sticky black liquid poured out from there.

“That’s something you should know, isn’t it? You dog of discipline.”

Salana realized that the being she was facing was no longer Glia.

The sorcerer has returned from the dead. He is a servant of death who wishes for death and commands death.

It was the moment when another shaman was born.

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■Commander Balaka

Level:63(2)

Race:Undead

Occupation: Necromancer

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[There is a special object nearby]

[Affected by target]

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[The target’s influence is too strong]

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That powerful presence completely filled their world.

Meltas forgot about the other two people and focused on the being in front of him.

Salana also forgot about the other two people and focused on the being in front of her.

…and Balaka.

It also forgot the existence of the other two people and focused on the being in front of it.

“…”

Lisir.

He faced Balaka with a loose air that seemed completely out of place.

It was not a look of reverence for the shaman.

‘What is this?’

It seemed like I could hear that kind of crazy voice.

He slowly extended his hand towards Balaka.

“!!!”

Siaaah!!!

A scream that seemed to tear through space filled the place.

dump.

Balaka sitting down.

Aniglia.

“?”

Suddenly, she regained her freedom and her face became possessed.