episode_0153

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As I watched my son go on an adventure with his colleagues, I had no doubt that he would return home safely.

Because he is my son.

This is because Querisa Neserhane was his son and favorite disciple whom he raised like a golden jade leaf.

Although the relationship was established through adoption, it was a harmonious mother-child relationship without any discord. Therefore, Querissa spared no effort in supporting his son, who had been given the title of wise man, as he was confident that he would defeat the Demon Lord of Death and brighten the reputation of the Magic Tower.

but-.

The mother’s benevolent expectations turned into tragedy.

“Ah, son… !”

I called my son with a trembling voice.

But what came back was a blue glowing cold flame.

“Magic tower owner!”

“You must not lose your mind!”

Is it because he witnessed the miserable state of his son, who had been reduced to a cursed being? Querisa, who was faced with a panic that was close to panic, was unable to react even though she was faced with flames covering the air.

A cold flame flies in.

The magic tower’s great wizards, who were protecting the magic tower lord, stretched out their staffs and developed a defensive village.

Kwagwagwagwak-.

A devastating roar spread as the flames and the shield collided in the air.

“K, keuk! That’s incredible firepower!”

“The defense shield is collapsing! Come on, try a new defensive spell… !”

Wise man.

The title of Magic Tower awarded to an unparalleled genius who has achieved the highest degree of magic.

The wise man, who fell into the circle of death and became a cursed being, boasted an enormous magical power that could rival even the great wizards of the Tower of Magic. As if to prove it, the defensive magic deployed by the great wizards was shaking precariously as if it would be shattered at once.

Rattling-.

Acrich moved his jaw.

It was a bloody gesture to unleash a new spell.

“Ma, the magic tower owner!!”

The archmages screamed.

A shimmer of magical power occurred in the air, and at the same time, numerous gravity bombs were deployed.

The total quantity is approximately 1,000.

As expected from a magic monster who had reached the level of a wise man, he was able to perform great magic without any preparation.

-Protecting Beatrice… This is my mission.

A bluish eye glow shone from Acrich’s skull.

Even though my dear mother was right in front of me, I was filled with only hostility.

“Madbay!”

A beautiful woman with flowing dark green hair took a pose while extending her hands. Querissa, who took a stance as if she was grasping something strongly, glared at her son, who had been reduced to undead, with trembling eyes.

Quad deuk-.

He stretched out his hands like a musician leading a music band.

At that moment, crimson flames erupted around the magic tower.

“You’re so crazy about women that you aim magic at your only mother? Have you ever seen such an unfilial person!”

Developing a flame in a permafrost snow field was an act of limiting oneself.

The cold suppresses firepower.

Snow and ice began to impede combustion.

But even so, the crimson flames burned, forming a pillar of fire as if showing off its ferocious power. The snow and ice that had hindered ignition melted in the blazing heat.

-… Punish me.

“Punish me!”

The cursed undead and the magic tower lord pulled the trigger of the great magic while reciting the same casting word.

Gravity bullets and flames.

Great magic, the ultimate form of magic, collided with each other.

* * *

As the all-out war between the magic tower lord and the wise man spread, there was a strong aftermath. The overwhelming quantity of gravity bombs and flames was enough to overturn the Demon King Castle surrounded by rugged mountains.

However, the red and white dragons facing the spirit rider continued their battle as if ignoring the feast of destruction.

-I won’t send it… !

“The mercenary king, who boasted of his Ikkitousen, has fallen into the ghost of misfortune… . It’s a shame.”

A descendant of the Duchy of Savoy and a mercenary king who recorded numerous sagas.

Felix Pavan Savoia.

As if to prove that he was a mercenary of Ikkitousen, he was overwhelmingly intimidating despite being reduced to the undead.

Bastard Sword.

Pole arm.

The spirit rider, holding a heavy weapon in both hands, blocked Ludmilla and Zeveline by showing skill in repelling both the flames of tyranny and the thunderbolts of hunger.

“Sa, you’re a person… ? Well, he’s undead, but… !”

“He is a hero who has all the mercenary groups on the continent under his wing. It really is a formidable enemy.”

Jeopuk-. Jeopuk-.

The undead, armed with numerous weapons, slowly narrowed the distance.

Even though the fire and lightning were fierce, there was no stopping the steps.

overwhelming power.

Skilled strength that led countless battles to victory.

The appearance of the undead approaching, quietly and with restrained spirit, was like a bust of fear. Ludmilla, who competed on equal terms with the spirit rider, prepared a counterattack with the tip of her sharp sword hanging down.

‘The mercenary king who was in charge of the vanguard along with the warrior and swordsman… . I never thought it would be this powerful. Even though we attacked with the first saint, there wasn’t even a single wound.’

The saint’s party was a punitive force comprised of the strongest heroes.

Warrior Maximilian.

Sword Saint Regnas.

Mercenary King Felix.

There was no shortage of pride in being the strongest.

This is because among the members of the punitive force, as many as three were monsters who rose to the rank of the Seven Strongest of the Nation.

The same was true for sage Madvei.

If it weren’t for Querissa, the magic tower lord and adoptive mother, Madvey would have been ranked among the Seven Rivers of the Nation like his other colleagues.

Facing a party of saints made up of the continent’s strongest men as enemies meant certain defeat. Didn’t even the ruler of the demon world, who brought the empire and the Holy Empire to the brink of destruction, ultimately lose his life to them?

Your worst enemy is right in front of you.

Ludmilla took the imperial sword, and Zebrine took the scepter of the dark night to confront the mercenary king.

* * *

Who the hell are you?

In response to Edanant’s question, the woman with flowing white hair smiled brightly and said.

“Who am I? You’re being really mean, Ethan. Have you really forgotten me?”

The face as white as jade and the soft voice were undoubtedly Beatrice.

Although she was imbued with the divinity of misfortune, the divinity of the Earth Mother flowing through her entire body also told her that the woman in front of her was Beatrice.

however,

Something is different.

A foreign entity that is neither Beatrice nor the Ashes of Death.

The fear of disconnection pierced my heart as sharply as an awl.

Edanant, who accepted the denial that his intuition appealed to, immediately revealed the evil of war. Soon, numerous muskets were deployed, targeting the monster that had taken over Beatrice’s body.

“No… . You are not Beatrice.”

“Why are you denying me? The woman I loved for the first time in my life… Why are you treating me so coldly?”

This is a question that cannot be asked except by Beatrice.

But even so, Edanant did not let go of his doubts.

“Who dare you fool?”

I took out a pistol from my holster.

At the same time, he pulled the trigger and fired a bullet towards a woman with flowing white hair.

“… … !”

The air became even colder, as if even the soul was freezing.

The bullet from the sudden attack fell to the ground, frozen solid.

“Of course it’s not Beatrice. Who are you to impersonate Beatrice? I hope they reveal their true identity soon. You are a mutant who is neither a saint of the one God nor a curse of death.”

sport.

The monster disguised as Beatrice distorted her beautiful face at Edanant’s degrading title.

“I’m Beatrice… ! It’s Beatrice!! This is Beatrice, the one you loved and loved by everyone!!”

A roar filled with madness exploded.

As if in response to such fury, the frosty wind of disaster turned into a whirlpool and swept through the interior of the Demon Castle.

Kwazijic-.

The devil’s flags that decorated the castle were blown away.

Additionally, decorations and furniture were swept into the whirlpool and shattered.

“Edanant! Edanant, Edanant!! Edanant──!!”

“… It’s dangerous.”

It’s like setting fire to a powder keg.

I could feel the extremely distorted hatred in the monster’s appearance as it screamed endlessly while clutching its head.

‘Damn, if I had known this would happen, I should have turned off the power from the beginning… ! Why, at the most critical moment, I made a foolish mistake that even Ruinong wouldn’t make.’

I may be wrong.

There is also a possibility that it is Beatrice whose mind has been contaminated by the influence of disaster.

Because they had doubts about themselves in the face of a clash, they did not mobilize muskets. Worried that Beatrice might get hurt, he even aimed for her shoulders instead of her head.

The consequences of distrust were fatal.

I clicked my tongue as I watched the roaring monster run wild with a frost storm wrapped around it.

“… I will kill you.”

The cold killing intent resounded softly.

The situation was dizzy due to the loud roar coming from the whirlpool, but the cold warning from the monster echoed in my mind.

“If you deny me, Edanant… You don’t even need it. I will kill you too.”

“Stop talking nonsense and give me Beatrice. Because what I want is not you.”

It’s not a trick or a lie.

The monster in front of me truly believed that she was Beatrice.

mistaken. delusion.

It was a typical symptom of an incomplete mental body.

The corners of his eyes were frowned as he was hostile toward the monster that showed pure murderous intent.