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When the boy opened his eyes, the first thing he saw were friends of his age with similar faces.
Before I could even say hello to my peers, a group of people with a warm and nostalgic vibe barged into the room.
“Are you awake?”
They wore high, flat hoods and treated the boy and his peers with a careless yet precise hand.
He looked like a craftsman carefully polishing fragile ceramics.
A craftsman who breaks the pottery even if there is a small crack or if he doesn't like the color at all.
“Number 15 is discarded.”
“I can’t even use number 23.”
As the number of peers decreased one by one, the 'food ration' increased.
The boy and his peers ate black, thick meat.
Thirty people used to share one loaf, but now ten people are sharing it.
The boy felt strong when he ate black meat, but some of his friends didn't.
Giant tumors swell up on your body and burst, your body melts away like slime and you die, you sit still and then burn to death in green flames… … .
In this way, my peers began to decrease one by one.
When the boy was about to eat all of the dark, rich meat that was usually shared among ten people, he met someone whose face he could see for the first time.
He did not wear a hood, was tall and stocky, had a large scar on his face, and taught the boy swordsmanship and martial arts.
They say he used to be a 'mercenary'.
When the boy had fought him ten times and won five times, warm-hearted people in hoods arrived.
They taught the boy how to hide himself and how to change his body.
Once the boy was able to do it skillfully, the tallest of the hooded men led him out of the place.
“Fulfill the mission you were born to accomplish.”
The boy went to a long-abandoned monastery.
There I met some very warm-hearted people, and the tallest one wearing a hood died that day.
The boy survived and was ready to follow the words of the hooded figure.
The boy lay down on the bed and sighed deeply.
Not yet… …
While calming the green flames prepared beneath the aqueducts here and there.
* * *
“Today we will tear that guy to pieces and bring stability to the capital.”
Valencian declared firmly from his palace.
He had blond hair and a forehead exposed today as well, but he didn't seem to have the usual frivolity or cheerfulness.
The golden eyes, instead of being as menacing, arrogant, or worn-out as usual, were filled with the venom of an evil royal.
The handsome man, who had finally returned to his sight after being chased and driven as far as he could, clenched his fists until the backs of his hands turned white and pointed to the map and the blackboard.
'Student union activity fees, gangster hiring fees, vigilante sponsorship fees, bribes to members of the National Assembly… … Budgets that cannot be officially recorded. I burned almost all the gold I had. I will catch that bastard and pour melted silver into his eye sockets.'
If leisure comes from the thickness of your wallet, then he was the most extravagant person in the world right now.
But there was no one present who did not understand Valencian's anger.
Rudy, Tentia, and Sereraji knew that he hadn't slept for two weeks.
'Mr. Valen. Your complexion seems to have improved. I hope it's not a case of hemiplegia.'
'Bear kills.'
'How did I end up having to carve my own magic circuit? It's all because of that eroder.'
They too have lived the past two weeks anxiously awaiting an explosion that could occur at any moment or place.
Not to mention Barbatos, the Chief Inspector General, and the Captain of the Guard.
The brass, silver, and platinum knights hilariously mocked Black Iron Knight Commander Barbatos and his chief constables for failing to catch a criminal for two weeks.
The giant knight's face turned red and blue, but he said nothing, and his anger built up until it became colder.
Valencian looked each of them in the eye and explained the plan one last time.
“This area is under triple siege by security guards. The bastard is said to be staying in the room on the far right of the top floor of this three-story inn.”
“The maximum distance you can move while in astral form is 50m, and the duration of invisibility is 15 minutes.”
“The other three knight orders are keeping the High Lords in check, so it will be difficult to get their support. The Warlocks are also currently preoccupied with the defense of His Majesty the Emperor and the palace.”
“But we already know what it is capable of. Its incarnation can be cut off with a weapon enchanted with lightning, and its invisibility can be chased away with tracking magic.”
Valencian paused for a moment, and Sereraji smiled haughtily and said:
“I will grant you the lightning grant the moment the operation begins. I also distributed two scrolls to each person.”
The police chiefs nodded, shaking their lightning magic scrolls.
“And this obsidian pillar is called a sound-absorbing barrier. It may not be able to completely block the psychic waves, but it’s enough to consume them one by one. Let’s distribute it among the skilled veterans.”
Valencian swallowed back tears as he watched the sword-wielding police officers carry the one-span pillar.
It wasn't difficult to get the quantity from the ivory tower, but the price was the price.
He lamented as he watched the money pouches that had filled the secret room disappear one by one and now it was completely empty.
'I will definitely catch them and eat that much.'
* * *
“I’ll use lightning to make him translucent, tracking magic and encirclement to make him invisible, mental waves to make him magical, and I’ll block his flames. I’ll take responsibility for any damage that occurs during the operation. Everyone, just focus on capturing him.”
Tentia's face hardened subtly when she heard the word 'responsibility'.
It couldn't have been that easy to truly take responsibility for someone else's harm.
On the other hand, Sereraji smiled faintly and held his cane tightly.
The way we take responsibility will vary depending on how we live.
She also knew that the responsibility Valencianus spoke of lay not with the world but with Jerilis.
Valencian looked at the smoking city below.
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He glanced at the cathedral spire and recalled the questions he had been wondering over the past few days.
'There's no way the church wouldn't know that he's not a mad wizard, but a devourer. It's time to propose a joint operation… … Why aren't they taking action?'
For a moment, he spoke in a voice even hotter than the blazing August sun.
“Come on. Let’s go kill the traitor. For His Majesty the Emperor.”
He wore his uniform like armor and advanced like a moving wall.
He was neither frivolous nor sly nor cheerful today.
He was not a scoundrel who caused trouble, but a scoundrel who was the emperor's executioner.
* * *
Plainclothes police officers and black iron knights scattered through the shadows of the street.
Valencian didn't even control the distance for fear that the invaders might get wind of it.
As he entered the inn with the air of burning everything in his path, the innkeeper fainted, and Rudy followed Valencianus after putting a gold coin in his pocket.
Valencian, calming his seething anger, knocked on the door on the far right side of the third floor.
Knock, knock, knock.
"who are you?"
The tense voice returned.
From what I heard, it seemed like he had just gone through puberty change.
But Valencian knew that erosion had no gender or age.
The child's ego was so weak that it could be eroded in an instant.
Besides, he was too poor and too evil to hesitate to this extent.
'I've been up for 15 days trying to build this siege!'
Valencianus pulled out the blacksmith's knife and thrust it through the gap between the wooden planks of the door.
If the opponent was standing in front of the door, it would have been a blow that would have split the side precisely.
Phew!
“!”
The moment he felt something catch on his fingertips, instead of drawing his sword, he slammed his shoulder into the door and stormed into the room.
Kwajik!
The wooden door shattered into pieces, and Valencianus, gritting his teeth, charged forward, not like a delicate villain, but like a rampaging demon.
Rudy was impressed by Valencian's unprecedented boldness and attached the buttstock of the twin musket 'Kaspar' to his shoulder.
'Mr. Valen. You're excited.'
She calmly rushed in, checking the room with her gun pointed at any possible comrades, and only then did she check on the fight between Valencianus and the Encroacher.
It was so one-sided that it was hard to call it a fight.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The enraged Archduke charged forward with the same momentum he used when he first thrust his sword, and pushed the invader against the wall.
It looked like it was going to be pinned to the wall like a stuffed insect.
The eroder tried to materialize and escape, but Valencian grabbed the eroder's neck with his scaled left hand.
The hand imbued with the power of the serpent can even touch the body of an incarnated eroder.
Cheeeeeeek!
Could be geological.
The boy's spirit was sizzling with a grip that was hot enough to melt a steel sword.
The boy, who had become translucent, gritted his teeth, and in the next moment, the side of his hoodie split open and four translucent green snakes shot out like spears, striking and biting Valencianus' body.
The snakes, powerful enough to pierce through a stone wall, roughly pushed Valencian away.
But not a single snake among them could pierce through the uniform and tear through the Archduke's body.
The boy shook his shoulders, and Valencian laughed like a powerful predator.
“Now you’re showing your true colors!”
Knock, knock knock!
He, who had been pushed back for a long time, stopped in front of the door.
He swung his black sword around and cut off the snakes that were entangled in his limbs.
It was not a delicate sword strike aimed at the joints of the bones, but a vicious sword strike that broke bones and tore skin.
The boy winced in pain, and Rudy pulled the trigger.
Phew!
A shotgun shell blasted through the hood, ripping hundreds of holes in it.
Thanks to the spiritual incarnation, the power carried by the iron ball only passed through the boy's body in vain, but the magical power contained in the magic gun deeply wounded the spiritual snakes and the boy's body.
'What is that?'
The boy threw himself through the pain toward the narrow window.
Phew!
'You can't see anything… …like me?'
Rudy was also wearing a maid's outfit that had been given an aqua-teg, and the aqua-teg had the blurring and reflection spells engraved on it by Sereraji.
Even though it was daytime, it was virtually impossible to see anything in the small, dark inn windows.
The boy swallowed a sigh and threw himself out the window.
The moment he raised his head, the boy noticed that there was no shadow on the floor.
Boom!
Dark clouds that looked like rain might pour down at any moment were floating in the sky over the capital.
Those who could feel the flow of mana even a little were amazed at reading the brain energy contained in the cloud.
The boy looked reflexively at the high-rise hotel on the other side of the street.
A blue-haired wizard wearing a wide-brimmed hat stood leaning against the rooftop railing.
The wind blew and her navy robe billowed magnificently.
"no."
Her face was not visible because of the distance and the wide brim of her hat.
But the boy clearly heard a laughter that sounded like a nightmare.
Flash!
Lightning, which extended down like a cloud or a tree branch, struck the body of the boy who had become spirit.
The boy who was flying in the sky crashed to the ground, and color returned to his body.
“Huh, huh?”
Citizens screamed and ran away when lightning struck out of nowhere.
The trained boy could distinguish the swordsmen running towards him among the citizens.
The police chiefs were left in shock after being told how they could not catch a mad wizard in a week.
“Don’t come!”
The boy's eyes beneath the hood glowed green, and green flames burned from his hands.
Citizens ran away screaming at the sight of the colours that had recently terrified the city.
“Surrender!”
Then a loud shout turned the boy's gaze.
A knight wearing white full-body plate armor and a red cloak was running head-on toward the boy.
The red knight running alone against the crowd while everyone else was running in the opposite direction of the boy was very impressive.
The boy knew how strong the knight was, and reflexively shot out a green flame.
The flames shot out like the corpse dragon's flames and enveloped the knight's body.
But Tentia took up her sword without the slightest fear.
Imperial Swordsmanship, Level 6, Self-Discernment.
A sword that literally focuses solely on the act of cutting.
Tsukaaaaak!
If you create a mana blade, you can block attribute magic, but it is impossible to cut through magic itself.
So when the long shot of flame split along the sword strike and eventually left a deep wound on the boy's hand, even Sereraji thought that Tentia had brought a magic sword engraved with wind magic.
The red knight, who was gradually following the shadow of the Emperor who became the Sword Master at the age of 14, charged at the defenseless invader.