episode_0054

The fire that burned the orphanage also burned the house right next to it. The sound of a house collapsing and something exploding echoes throughout the quiet town.

Among the intense sounds, the screams of the warlocks and the sounds of flesh being torn and destroyed can be heard occasionally.

“…If the priest finds out what you are doing now, he will kill you!! Wow…”

“Phew… Why is everyone talking so much?”

Another dark wizard afflicted with evil is dealt with. The dark spear summoned by the warlock is defeated by my efforts, and my noisy mouth becomes quiet as I am stabbed by a spear rising from the shadows.

…How many people have you killed now? 10 people? 20 people? I do not know.

‘How many people came here? There certainly weren’t that many in the academy’s warlock gathering.’

When I went to deal with Ariel and the warlocks, I usually encountered 3 to 4 warlocks. The largest number did not exceed 10.

However, even though they have now killed more than 20 people, the dark magic felt throughout the village has not decreased at all.

Rather, it feels like black magic increases as time passes. This is a phenomenon that cannot be easily explained.

-!!!

At that time, the sounds of people screaming and the sound of something being smashed can be vaguely heard coming from somewhere in the distance.

The direction from which the sound came was…

“Where the people were?! Oh my…!”

I hurriedly ran in the direction of the sound. Please, I sincerely hope that no one gets hurt.

If anyone is hurt or dead. If those people are people I’ve talked to and whose faces I know.

I may not be able to hold on. He must be suffering from guilt for not being able to protect people.

‘No, no. ‘Let’s not think like this.’

For now, let’s focus on running as fast as possible. I run, shaking off the rising anxiety and thoughts.

“Rats in a poison! Taste the dark magic…!”

“…Ugh, someone can help me…!”

-Ugh!

-Save me… Save me…!

-I don’t want to die…

Residents who had not yet escaped from the village shed tears or screamed as they looked at the warlocks surrounding them.

There were only a very small number of people who wanted to stand against the warlock. How can ordinary citizens who have never harmed a single life risk their lives to fight against a vicious warlock?

The only ones who show hostility toward the warlocks are a few sturdy young men, Barry, a former knight, and Lenny. Since he didn’t have any proper weapons or armor, he just gritted his teeth and glared at the warlocks.

At the same time as the warlocks’ giggling sneers, dark magic slowly begins to bloom.

Barry and Lennie, who saw this, tried to attack right away, but they had no choice but to retreat when he threatened them by pointing at the children behind their backs.

In a desperate situation where all the villagers could be exterminated at any moment, I slowly and naturally walk among the warlocks.

Concentrating on calming down your boiling anger and sorrow and raising your dark magic power.

“This dark magic is…. Priest?!”

“Giggles… The priest has arrived. You guys are all gone now!”

When I unleashed dark magic, they seemed to think I was their chief priest. The laughter of the warlocks and the screams and cries of the residents grow louder.

“Priest…! Please help us! All nicely collected in one place!”

“Hmm. Yes. They’re really… beautifully gathered in one place.”

There is no need to go looking for it separately. And so defenseless that no one thinks of me as an enemy.

The sword forged in anger is pointed at the enemy’s neck.

“…Huh? This voice is not the priest?”

“Okay. Let me help you.”

Fu bu bu bu buk!

Darkness bubbles up from the shadows cast by the warlocks, and the darkness takes the form of countless spears.

They die helplessly without even recognizing the spear of darkness protruding from beneath their feet.

The moment the warlock colleague next to him discovered that he was being penetrated, a spear of darkness rose from beneath their feet as well. Probably none of them noticed.

And the first warlock who discovered that I was not the chief priest chanted black magic at me and made a sound as if he was trying to scream, but I kindly reversed the black magic and inserted dozens of dark spheres into him.

Flutter- flutter.

The black magic that is about to be cast is reversed, and a quick attack is made against the black magician who was not cast. Soon, all the warlocks fall on the spot.

“”……………””

Now, all that remains is me standing among the corpses of the warlocks, and the residents looking around me and the surroundings with puzzled expressions.

“Why on earth are we…”

“…This is not the time! Hey guys! Hurry and run away! We’ll take care of it!”

Due to Berry’s quick response, the residents and children take care of each other and quickly leave the place and run out of the village.

Barry and Lennie lower their posture and glare at me as if they are about to attack me at any moment.

I tried to thank them and tell them to run away quickly and protect the children and residents. Because if they were… they might believe in my innocence.

[I can feel the powerful dark magic! Would you like to absorb it?]

[I can feel the powerful dark magic! Would you like to absorb it?]

[I can feel the powerful dark magic! Would you like to absorb it?]

“……!”

Until I felt a black magic in the center of the village, less powerful than that of the old man, but still much more powerful than the black magicians I had encountered so far.

Judging from what the warlocks were talking about before they died, the powerful person in the center of the village was probably the ‘priest’.

At the same time, black magic begins to rapidly converge as if something is about to happen in the center of the village. I quickly ran to the center of the village without even saying hello to Barry and Lennie.

“……Why aren’t you attacking? Why the same warlock…”

“Lenny! This is not the time! Now is a golden opportunity!! Let’s hurry back to the villagers!”

“….Yes. I understand!”

***

“Hmm. You came. You must be the one who killed all of your compatriots, right?”

“….How did you know?”

“That’s right, every time you feel the dark magic, your compatriots decrease one by one. And… there’s a lot of blood on your body.”

The priest, who looks somewhat relaxed, speaks as he gathers the dark magic that was blooming throughout the village into one place.

It was such overwhelming black magic that it was natural that its composure stood out.

“And you know. If you live like that… wouldn’t anyone know?”

“…………”

‘Spotting talent.’

[Name: Carl Bent / Age: 22 / Male / Condition: Excellent]

[Unique ability (quality of infused black magic): Originally, the body was unable to use black magic, but it was made possible by forcibly modifying the body. Can use a considerable level of black magic.]

[Unique Ability (Magic Eye): This is an eye that can see magical power. You can see the trajectory of magic power and use it more smoothly.]

[Demon Energy Erosion (???): Eroded by excessive black magic. If you do not remove the residual demonic energy left in your body, you will die in 381 days, 17 hours, 39 minutes, and 11 seconds.]

“…was it you? Carl Bent.”

“Hoo… Do you think you know me?”

The identity of the priest was Carl Bent. On the first day of arriving at the academy, a nobleman flirted with Ariel and was immediately crushed.

At that time, I thought the strangeness and strangely homogeneous feeling I felt from Carl Bent was something I just happened to notice in passing. It was a sense of kinship that I could feel because we were both warlocks.

‘I can feel it now. This guy… how much demon energy he has.’

Now that I’ve grown up a lot. I can feel the dark magic remaining inside Carl Bent. So much dark magic that it can be said to be overwhelming.

Judging from the status window, it is a case of someone who became a warlock through certain factors rather than having innate talent like me.

And, the degree of ‘magic erosion’ is noticeable. It was clearly the same disease as Ariel, but Carl Bent still had over a year left to live. That means.

“Carl Bent. How many lives have you taken from?”

“What? Puhahahaha…! I couldn’t believe this. Are you not only harming fellow warlocks but also absorbing their vitality?”

As I looked at Carl Bent, who was whimpering and clutching his stomach for a long time, I forged my cold anger.

I felt like I was going to explode at any moment at the sight of him making a mockery of people who sacrificed themselves for his own safety without any reason, but I barely held it in.

“Ha… how many people ate? Do you remember how many pieces of bread you have eaten so far?”

“…..I can’t do that. Just die.”

I can’t stand it anymore. I unleashed the dark magic I had been controlling and ran toward him, and Carl Bent went berserk, concentrating the dark magic in both hands.

A battle more dangerous than any battle that has been waged so far will follow. Still, I run.

Because that is the minimum courtesy to the people who were sacrificed by that warlock.