episode_0048

It’s pouring rain in the office. Sticky, iron-smelling rain.

The smell of blood was enough to make her squint her eyes. But Julia just stared blankly ahead.

– Thud thud

Drops of blood scattered like rain.

Two figures visible through the blood-red mist.

One will be one year old.

And the other one is…

“Wow.”

A familiar breathing sound.

The sound of familiar words.

But the tone and speech are completely different.

The black shadow muttered in admiration, holding something long.

“Your arms are quite pretty. Your fingers are long too.”

The fog is clearing.

Only then did I see what was happening before my eyes.

Ilsal is looking flustered, with one shoulder wrapped around his head.

And in front of that, the corners of the lips are raised.

‘… Ortega.’

The eyes that were shining ominously were red and ominous enough to make one lose sight of the fact that the owner of that body was Lloyd.

“Ah. The smell of human blood is so fragrant.”

The guy brought the arm he was holding to his mouth.

A cross-section of a person’s arm, as if cut off from below the shoulder.

Ortega’s tongue touched my snow-white skin.

With a sloshing sound, his tongue slowly traced the lost arm, past the symbol of the Blood Reformation, down the wrist, the back of the arm, the wrist, the palm, and the tips of the fingers.

No one could touch Ortega, who enjoyed his food with his eyes closed.

Even the original owner of the arm just looks at Ortega as if he has lost his soul.

One year old.

In terms of strength, he is a player worthy of being called an empire unit, not an Easttan unit.

From the moment she set foot in the office, Julia felt it clearly. The gap between herself and her was by no means small.

‘I couldn’t even detect the magic.’

Julia’s original abilities were focused on destroying magic.

This ability is derived from the fact that the reverse vision she possesses can fundamentally reverse the flow of magical mana. Of course, her mana detection is also dozens of times better than that of an ordinary person, or rather, an ordinary ability user.

Still.

I didn’t notice the magic that recreated the nightmare that Il-sal had unleashed. I just felt that the air flow was strange.

‘… I was stupid.’

Of course, this is the headquarters of Ilsal. Considering the fact that magic can be cast in advance, being helpless against a strong person is not such a humiliating thing. But even so.

Crunch.

My palms hurt because of my clenched fists.

It was okay to be sick. No, it was okay to be sick.

This kind of magic should have been destroyed by Julia herself. She should have figured out the situation a little more sharply and told Lloyd.

So, I should have prevented Lloyd from giving himself to Ortega.

I have been on guard and on guard again.

I hope Ortega doesn’t open his eyes.

May that disaster never happen again.

‘…….’

At some point, Julia prayed every night.

Although she did not believe in God, she knelt under the bed.

And he clasped his hands together and prayed.

please.

Please don’t let anything happen that ends up killing Lloyd.

Julia looked ahead with blurred vision.

Ortega and Ilsal confront each other.

Will Lloyd ever come back?

If not, he might have to kill Ortega before he could regain his power.

— Boom!

A huge explosion is heard.

The study behind Ortega exploded, sending books and pieces of wood flying.

Each piece was as sharp as a dagger, no different from a secret weapon.

Ortega waves his hand as he watches the dark weapons pouring down behind him.

– Pubberbug!

A cloud of dust rose for a moment.

And as if nothing had happened, the debris piled up on the floor behind Ortega.

Each one cut in half.

Shh.

Ortega tilts his head, smiling.

“She’s a woman who’s quite willing to fight.”

“… What are you? When you enter and exit my magic, it’s different. ”

Only then does Ilsal’s mouth open with difficulty.

The initial composure was nowhere to be found, and Ilsal was standing with his fur on end like a cat facing a predator.

Ortega’s voice crackles with mockery at the sight.

“Ah, don’t think about it.”

Ttukbuk.

For every step Ortega takes, Ilsal takes a step back.

“I just messed with it. Why, when you’re walking down the street, don’t you sometimes get hit by a carriage or get buried by a falling building? Think of it like that.”

“What the…”

“Even I wouldn’t have thought that there would be a monster hiding inside this weak boy. Hey, he may look weak, but he has very thick walls. Hehe.”

dump.

The back of the bullet hits the edge of the wall.

A situation where you can no longer take a step back.

Ortega stops in front of her.

“You’re lucky. Your cheap magic is just like getting me out. Even though the way you woke me up was frivolous, I’ll give you special praise. ”

“… I was wrong.”

Julia and the village chief’s eyes widened at the sight of the apple.

You wouldn’t be the type of person to bow your head so easily, would you?

But it’s not that I don’t understand her feelings.

Ortega had clearly had experience dealing with an entire empire on his own. There was virtually no one who could maintain composure in front of him.

“… Please save me just this once.”

A life of muttering as if pleading.

Ortega’s brow furrowed.

“No. No. You don’t have to apologize. Are you a woman who assassinates? Why are you lowering your head so quickly?”

“Yes, if you give me just one chance.”

“Woman.”

Kuk.

Ortega reached out and grabbed Ilsal’s face.

“Don’t be so rude. You make a living by assassinating people, but you have no sense? Fight. If you rush at me with the intent to kill, I’ll be at least a little interested, right?”

“But if you do that, you’ll die…”

“If it were original, I would have killed them all.”

Ortega looked around and continued.

“I had a little fun today. I went out for the first time in a while. And you helped me along the way.”

“…….”

“So, make me happy.”

As soon as Ortega finished speaking, Ilsal’s expression changed.

The cowardly woman who had been acting so cowardly just a moment ago suddenly disappeared and immediately thrust out the dagger hidden in her thigh.

– Talk

Ortega blocks the dagger aimed straight at the artery with just a flick of his finger.

“Slow bitch.”

Ilsal bites his lower lip.

Blood bursting out.

“Wow.”

Ortega’s admiration was short-lived.

The drop of blood expanded in area and instantly covered Ortega.

Cheeek!

The place where the blood drops touched melted as if it had touched boiling iron.

And Ortega.

“Blood magic… It’s not like that, but it seems like it’s a number imprinted on the blood in advance. It was quite impressive.”

Knock, knock.

He continued speaking after shaking off the blood stuck to his body.

“But I don’t like the blood of the blood cult. I think it would be better to hold back a bit.”

“Die!”

Ortega’s words were short-lived.

This time, Ilsal drew his long, sharp sword and charged.

Blue mana overflows from the tip of the sword. The village chief’s eyes widen as he looks at it.

“Coming to the magic… How on earth did that woman do that…”

But the conversation didn’t continue.

Kwaaang!

Because as soon as Ortega waved his hand, Ilsal was stabbed into the ground.

An overwhelming gap in skill.

Ortega folds his hands behind his back and lets out a long yawn.

“If I had known this would happen, I would have cut off my arm a little later. It’s not interesting.”

Ortega’s languid gaze looks around.

And then he stopped in front of Julia.

“You’re going to make me have some fun.”

Shh.

Goosebumps ran down Julia’s spine as she followed the corners of Ortega’s lips slowly rising.

That moment.

— Phew!

Blood splatters on Ortega’s body once again.

The red-tinted eyes of Ortega.

A state of ‘berserk’ where followers of the Bloodthirsty Church can release all their strength just before they die.

“You have to step back.”

The village chief quickly grabbed Julia and stepped back.

“I’ve never seen someone with that level of ability go wild.”

It was the same from Ilsal’s point of view.

Because I didn’t know that I would use the rampage that would cut off more than half of my life.

There just wasn’t a choice.

‘What the hell is this fucking kid…’

Even in the midst of his reddening vision, Ilsal gritted his teeth. Claire. Did everything go wrong when he received that girl’s request? Or Lloyd. Should he have let go when he confirmed that all these things were suspicious?

Such regrets were meaningless in the face of the wall before her.

“Whaaat!”

A fatal blow that pours all of one’s body’s strength into.

A single blade flew towards Ortega.

That moment.

– Pubberbug!

Ilsal felt the strength drain from his body.

No, I felt like the world was falling apart.

A world that falls diagonally.

“That wasn’t very fun.”

With Ortega’s sigh, the torn body of Ilsal rolled across the floor.

A floor soaked with fatigue.

He frowns as he checks the soles of his shoes.

“It’s just dirty.”

Tch.

Ortega walks with his tongue clicked.

And at the end of it all…

“Princess Julia!”

– Phew!

The village chief flew away and fell down after hitting the wall.

Julia bit her lower lip.

Because there’s nothing I can do right now.

Ortega came and stood in front of her.

The smell of blood wafting from being covered in the blood of a murderer.

Ortega, disguised as Lloyd, smiles at Julia.

“Descendants of Yeok-an.”

Julia’s vision is blurred.

A feeling of pressure on both cheeks.

It was because Ortega grabbed his face.

“I feel like I want to blow your head off.”

His eyes glowed bright red.