Chapter Index

    XXXVIII.

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    〈Card Information〉

    1. Name: THE FOOL

    2. Number: 0 (Zero)

    3. Class: UNKNOWN

    4. Cost: “Fresh” Blood from Card Master’s “Lethal Dose”

    5. Power: Seal (Blooming condition: Blood of the Card Master’s “Freshly Spilled Mass”)

    6. Combat power

    Powerless ★★★★★+

    magic ★★

    nature

    support

    Total combat power ★★★★★

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    ― From Card Master’s Rule Book

    It is a house that has a vaguely antique oriental feel. The shape of the elegantly curved eaves and the tiles placed on top of them is similar. However, strangely, there is nothing around the house, as if it was built in the middle of an empty wasteland.

    There are no fences, fences, or at least a common well.

    What’s unusual, however, is that all kinds of weapons are neatly lined up on one side of a large yard – what seems to be a wasteland.

    A man appears in that space as if he had ‘pasted’ a person into the background photo.

    “Oops! What should I do with this… … ? It seemed like it was at least a higher grade… … . ah! It shouldn’t be like this, hurry up to my lord… … .”

    “That’s it. Because I’m watching it too. And it’ll be okay.”

    “Ah, are you here?”

    The man, who was trying to move his body urgently, is not surprised when he sees the man who suddenly appears next to him, but bows in joy.

    “Yes. You worked harder than that. Froy. Gray must have had a hard time because he was still clumsy. You even used up your own strength just to give a warning at the end, right?”

    “Oh, no. To that extent… . Rather, I am more honored. Rather than that, it seemed like there was a high-ranking guy hiding there.”

    “No. Just take it.”

    As if repaying a loan, a young-looking man threw a glowing light bulb from his hand at a man called Fro.

    Then, Froy carefully took the globe with an expression of regret, looked at the man and the globe with some hesitation, and then carefully brought it to his mouth.

    The light sphere that disappeared through Froy’s mouth made Froy’s entire body shine brightly and disappeared, as if expressing its presence. When Froy opened his eyes that had been closed for a moment, he was exuding a much heavier energy than before.

    “By the way, it was a reward?”

    “Yes. Although I can’t be sure. I think it is the minimum level.”

    “What kind of humble words do you say? If you were a magic god, you’d have to say ‘I’m not sure’, but you’re different. is not it? Weapon Master?”

    Froy could neither refute nor confirm the words of the man who was his master. I couldn’t help but laugh.

    A Weapon Master. My face gets hot when I hear the title ‘Weapon Master’ from someone who has truly mastered all weapons and achieved something beyond them.

    “How was it? What is gray?”

    “You were amazing. surely. The potential was truly enormous, but more than anything, the vast world of consciousness was truly… … ! ah! Ha, but there are high-level demons over there now… … .”

    “It’s okay. The women next to Gray are also far beyond average. These are women I have met in person. More than that, they used their heads properly this time? They are demons before the demon king descends… . Still, the points must have been high enough to send you to a higher level, right?”

    “It looks like you prepared a lot.”

    “I guess so. The aftermath of being hit by the ‘God of Magic’ at the end of the last game must have been serious. Oh my gosh, my anger was so absurd that I forgot the right time to get angry, right?”

    “… enough. yes. I think I can fully sympathize with you. ‘It’s foul because sloth is too diligent.’”

    The two men sigh simultaneously. As if I had made a promise. Then they look at each other and laugh at the same time, saying ‘pick!’

    “Still, it makes some sense. Sloth was so diligent.”

    “Master is always so generous to that guy.”

    “Huh? I? No way? They say you shouldn’t be too harsh on the gods of time and space, right? Then, in the divine world, there will be a ‘second’ god who runs away from home? But you think that way, right? Then, I’ll be a little harsher… uh? Let’s begin!”

    The huge screen in front of the two men showed a swarthy guy rushing towards Gray. And the God with attractive and mysterious turquoise hair who was not here was feeling a chill of unknown origin.

    ◈ ◈ ◈

    The clown’s insides were truly miserable. It felt like someone grabbed my heart and stabbed it dozens or hundreds of times with a razor.

    In the first place, she was different from other Arcana.

    Other Arcanus, including ‘The Witch’, the last survivor of the Walpurgis Witch, the progenitor of magic used by demons, have a common summoning cost, and their abilities also have superior compatibility with the remnants of demons and demon lords. It is in

    On the other hand, the summoning cost of the clown is terrible.

    Pirani reaching the card master’s “lethal dose”. There is also another condition of ‘freshness’ attached to it. This condition corresponds to ‘and’, not ‘or’. This meant that two conditions had to be satisfied at the same time.

    ‘Fresh yet lethal blood of a card master’

    Such a gruesome condition.

    Still, he was the first to be summoned, but aside from playing with rude humans a few times, he was not able to help at all when dealing with demons when he needed it most.

    This is because a clown has a relative advantage over things with ‘blood and flesh’, including ‘humans’, over remnants or the remnants’ lackeys.

    Humans, other races, animals, monsters, etc.

    Of course, demons also have blood. There is also flesh.

    However, if you try to absorb their blood and flesh, 80% will be discarded and only 20% will be accepted.

    Moreover, aside from the lack of efficiency, the bigger problem was that her powers did not work well against demons. Just a moment ago, how much force was used to drive the side into the body of a mid-level demon!

    However, the master was injured in a situation where the clown was struggling. It wasn’t just a small cut, it was a serious injury with one arm cut off and falling on the dirty floor.

    Watching the Master’s arm fall to the floor, the clown had the illusion that his heart was falling like that.

    It’s been a long time since I felt like my mind was turning white.

    how will we do it? How do we kill them?

    Just because of these worries, he is a clown who finds it difficult to maintain his sanity once the battle begins.

    ―Tear the flesh and cut the bones! Drink blood! There is no one who welcomes you anyway. therefore… … Kill it! Kill it! Kill it! Kill me! Kill, kill, kill, kill! Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill… … !!

    Now the voice of madness dissolved in her blood resonates in her brain.

    okay. There is no one who would love something like me.

    No matter how good a card master he was, his arm was cut off because he didn’t have enough arcana to summon.

    okay. Let’s kill it.

    If you kill that bastard, I will die too.

    Just when I was about to raise the red side with bleary eyes and charge at those damn bastards,

    “Let’s say hello. Abaddon? What’s your name?”

    “… … High, medium, low?”

    “What is the name Abaddon? Abaddon. It looks so fucking missing.”

    The voice that pierced my ears in a state of confusion, as if it were all mixed up with the voice of madness that was constantly ringing in my head, was his voice that I fell in love with from the moment I first saw it and now love it more than anyone else.

    From the moment I heard that voice, the voice that had been tormenting me for some time disappeared and only Gray’s voice filled my head.

    As if he were saying that he was the owner of this place.

    “But you know what? Our clown is very angry?”

    How did the Master know? Did I show it off like that? Could it be that there was a lot of evidence? It must have looked ugly, right?

    However, contrary to my worries, there was no sense of rebuke or disappointment in the Master’s voice. Rather, he gave orders with a trusting tone and the authority of a card master.

    “Arcana Clown.”

    “… yes. My Master.”

    “I give you permission. Absorbing the blood of the card master.”

    “… … !”

    The blood of a card master.

    I get the feeling that the reason he speaks so casually and insensitively about the blood he shed is to avoid putting pressure on the clown.

    No, I’m sure.

    My heart automatically becomes warm and a sense of happiness fills me.

    “I, in the name of Card Master Gray.”

    “As the Master wishes.”

    “And I am not the kind of man who neglects his first wife.”

    “… Phew.”

    It started with self-deprecation. And it is a vicious cycle where madness fuels the flames and then returns to self-deprecation. If that state had continued a little longer, I would have fallen into ’emptiness’ like before.

    I don’t know if Gray did it on purpose, or if it was just his usual behavior, but the Master’s command and the joke that followed were enough to turn the clown back into his original clown self.

    “Me too~. Baby~♥”

    Gray’s arm was cut off, and the blood spurted out like a fountain, and the blood from the pool of blood that had accumulated on the floor slowly rose up and gathered on the clown.

    Is it because he knows about the birth control of Gray, a being who must be protected and loved? Or does it have another purpose?

    The clown absorbed the blood with an ever more serious and serious face.

    ◈ ◈ ◈

    “Noom! Who said you would wait and see!!”

    Daddy Don doesn’t have to say, ‘I’m attacking now!’ It lunges at you in an action that is almost as if it is warning you. He’s such a kind guy.

    About the guy with the unusual name Daddy Don.

    This time, the target of murder was not me, but the clown covered in red waves.

    I don’t come forward. I don’t have the confidence to stop it even if it starts in the first place. I made it to Master, but I’m a beginner who just got to Master, and my window was broken.

    And above all,

    Kwaang-!

    Even if I don’t step forward, the guy who calls me Dad’s money or Dad’s money won’t be able to achieve his goal.

    Actually, this guy isn’t an idiot, and there’s no way I’d just let him attack me like that. Moreover, there remains a being comparable to a clown here.

    “What a foolish henchman of remnants.”

    The witch’s comments distort the monster’s hideous face even more hideously. No, is your face distorted because of the witch’s magic?

    “. Have some manners. Is it possible to attack when transformed? None?”

    I don’t know if it was because of all the blood I had shed, or the shock of having my arm cut off, but I narrowed my eyes at the spinning vision and provoked him like that.

    “You scavenger bastard!!!”

    The provocation was successful!

    Maybe I have a talent for this?

    As I think about that, a smile automatically comes to my face. One of my arms has been cut off and the battle is urgent, but I can’t stop thinking nonsense. Instead, since I’m not nervous, it might not be that bad.

    And what really made me smile was that it seemed like I had completely turned the top of the guy flapping his black wings in front of me.

    Abaddon rises into the air, flapping his wings, and the area around him is covered with black clouds. ‘Pachichik!’ The moment black and ominous lightning discharges,

    “Subvérsor!!”

    An unintelligible ancient language is spoken, and bundles of lightning the size of temple pillars gather around it like a group of knights waiting for a command to charge.

    “That’s foolish. you. You brought out the secret art of the destroyer in front of me. Symmétrĭa.”

    The witch evaluated him like that and prepared for an attack.

    Destroyer and Balancer.

    The meaning contained in the ancient language was put into my head by the witch, and the two magics rushed at each other as if they were about to compete. however,

    Damn it!!

    The two magics could not meet. I don’t know how it happened, but it was because the clown got between me and Abaddon. It also floats in the air.

    “That’s mine. Walpurgis witch. It’s my ‘toy’ that even the Master allowed.”

    “… I admit it.”

    At that moment, I had a hunch.

    That one of the seals on the Jester’s power has been lifted.

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