Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 111

Episode 111. The Crow and the White Heron (3)

Suddenly, an idea occurred to me.

In the world of <Let's Kill the Demon King Now>, 'magic' exists, and there are those who study that magic.

So, can those who study the element called 'magic' and try to reach a higher level really be called 'workaholics'?

“……Was this year a wizard?”

Of course, it is not a topic of great interest.

It was just a thought that occurred to me because of the completely different atmosphere in Flügel's eyes when I saw 'Meyer'.

“A wizard, who the hell is a wizard?”

“That’s right. She’s not a wizard.”

Flügel, who had been listening to Meyer's words full of insults, turned his gaze to me.

“To be exact, he is not aware that he is a ‘wizard’.”

“No, who the hell is that fu*king wizard, anyway?”

I also overheard Meyer swearing.

“Having lived in the slums, she has never learned magic.”

Flügel's eyes sparkled at my words, 'I have never learned magic.'

“So you’ve never learned how to use mana?”

I didn't answer that question, just to stimulate Flügel's imagination a little more.

“You created a ‘mana environment’ within your body without any learning?”

There was interest on Flügel's face as he stroked his beard.

'I guess you're finally interested.'

The reason Flügel suddenly reacts like this is related to the birth of wizards.

In fact, there is a good reason why wizards advocate 'pure-bloodism'.

'The magicians who carry on the family lineage.'

They studied the 'best' magic and cultivated the 'best' body to use it.

And that experience and knowledge are solidified and shaped more effectively over generations.

“That’s right. She can even use ‘spirit magic’ through ‘self-study.’”

“……Taught yourself spirit magic!?”

First, Meyer created his own 'environment' without the presence of a teacher to pass down the generations.

He spoke quietly so that only Flugel could hear.

“Shouldn’t Lord Flügel also start uncovering the secrets of the 7th rank?”

His eyes, which had always had an indifferent attitude, had a light that did not match his age.

Intense desire.

A piece of possibility that might lead you to the 'next'. Because I saw it.

Contrary to his nickname among players, 'Magic Beagle' and 'Crazy Wizard', Flugel is a 6th-tier 'Libra' wizard, one of the few in the Empire.

Since that Flügel has not been able to knock down the wall of the 7th rank for over 50 years, even the old woman who has lived for 150 years is starting to feel a little anxious.

'I'm trying to keep alive with magic, but if even that becomes impossible, will I never be able to see the 'next' level of my current state?

Because of this, Flügel became anxious and began to train disciples.

So that you can improve your level.

In search of a ‘genius’ who can provide ‘inspiration’.

But so far it has been useless.

“You know? Magical inspiration doesn’t come from accumulated experience…….”

“It comes from a fundamental imagination.”

As he spoke quietly, with a smile on his face, Flügel took over the baton.

These words were usually used to soothe his own soul.

“How much do you know, you rascal?”

I shrugged my shoulders as the sharp yet fierce gaze of the Flügel turned towards me.

Magic Beagle, if you are this guy you will know what I am talking about.

“Let me ask you one question.”

Flügel turned his gaze to Meyer.

Meyer's expression seemed to indicate that he would not tolerate questions, but he reluctantly nodded when I gestured for him to join me.

“Do you see what this is?”

[Trait, “Insight” has been activated.]

As Flügel raised his index finger, a small 'bird' appeared there.

It's very blurry. If 'Insight' hadn't been activated, even I wouldn't have been able to see it properly.

“A bird made of mana…?”

But of course, Meyer noticed it.

“You certainly have talent. Annies, that crazy guy wants to be a royal wizard, and he doesn’t even know how to do that.”

Flügel, who had been speaking, glanced at me. I decided to drive the final wedge towards him.

“What do you think, this guy might be more helpful to you than the research you were doing in the slums.”

“Ahem.”

I should give it to you if you've done this much. Where are you going to eat it raw?

Flugel, with a cough in his mouth, points to a room with his finger.

“Take any of the resonance stones I have on the shelf over there.”

Despite the possibility of illegality, the desire to overcome the wall called the '7th level' seems to have overcome moral sensibilities.

“What, what happened?”

“Miss Meyer. How about you stay here for a while and learn from Lord Flügel?”

"what!?"

“Even though he looks like that, he is a very skilled wizard.”

“No, but still…….”

Meyer, whose words had been trailing off, looked at his hands with a worried expression.

'Why do I feel guilty?'

Meyer, the first disciple of Flügel, known as 'Pure White'. That is the true history of this game.

It wasn't that I was trying to turn back the twisted process, but I moved because I had the benefit of the 'resonance stone', but I felt a little sorry for her.

“If you really don’t like it, you don’t have to do it.”

“No, I did think about learning magic. What I hate is wizards.”

I'm glad you think so.

“Then, why are you hesitating?”

If you were a normal wizard, you would surely drool at the thought of being called a disciple of 'Flugel'.

He is one of the most talented magicians in the empire.

Although they trained disciples for their own magical advancement, Flügel was quite fond of his disciples, contrary to his nickname.

"that is……."

That's why I was curious. What was the real reason for Meyer's hesitation?

“Looking at it, it seems like even if you receive instruction, you will also end up helping out with miscellaneous tasks.”

That's right.

In a way, it's like being a graduate student.

“Then, shouldn’t I be receiving daily wages as well……?”

Oh, that's what you were worried about?

But you're saying that from the perspective of a learner…

Oh, you're from the slums.

Well, that's true too.

Money… … , not important.

***

I gave the resonance stones I received from Flugel to the 'Blood Demon Group' and the 'Nameless Guest Group' and asked them to do the same.

“If there is a location where the resonance stone is reacting, please tell me. You don’t have to explore the inside.”

After that, I finished my work briefly and heard Lazrot's report.

“Sir Yurian, Bishop Pintel has sent word that he would like to speak to you briefly.”

Huh? Pintel?

What's going on with this guy all of a sudden?

With that thought in mind, I headed to the meeting place Pintel had mentioned.

The outskirts of the system.

A shabby cabin that seemed too shabby to be a meeting place came into view.

Why did Pintel ask me to meet him in a place like this? Sometimes I wonder what goes on in his head.

“Here you go, Sir Yulian.”

As we approached the dark cabin, Pintel came out and greeted us politely.

At the same time, I felt a few footsteps behind me.

They seemed to be private soldiers that Pintel was carrying around, but they didn't feel like enemies.

'It doesn't seem like he's trying to do anything.'

Considering the relationship with Pintel, I can't help but be suspicious.

It may seem more gentle now than in the past, but isn't the human heart originally like a reed?

Anyone can stick to the liver and gallbladder depending on the profit.

“I hear you said you had something to talk to me about?”

“Yes, I have something important to tell you, Sir Yurian. Please come inside first.”

Once again, Pintel gives a polite greeting.

'If possible, I could try it here.'

A new level of 'one-stroke writing'.

A mixture of tension and elation welled up inside me at the thought that I could use the 'Aura Utilization' I had previously learned from the 'Blind Warrior' here.

As I entered, I saw a staircase leading down. Pintel went down first, and I followed him down.

Then, unlike the ruins outside, the iron bars that seemed to have been well-maintained came into view.

“Ugh……. Ughhh!”

Inside was a man in a miserable state. He looked familiar… … .

'……uh?'

Bishop Korund? No, why is this guy locked up here?

“Haha, Sir Korund is in terrible shape.”

I was so shocked that I ended up muttering nonsense along with laughter.

Pintel heard that right next to him and nodded with an expression of 'as expected'.

“I guess Lord Yurian knew that.”

Huh? What?

“When negotiations with Aiden broke down, the author tried to use that as an excuse to join hands with the other bishops.”

“…….”

“The goal is to overthrow Sir Yulian. Sir Yulian anticipated the author’s actions and left him alone.”

Oh no, this can't be happening.

The moment the incredible scheme and tactics were revealed, I couldn't help but be amazed.

“……To test me.”

I am the one who planned that 'scheme'. The person involved is unaware of it.

“If we had joined hands with the author, Lord Yurian would have wiped them all out. That’s why… wasn’t that why you came to the Magic Tower today?”

No, that wasn't the reason.

“You are truly amazing, Sir Pintel.”

Yes. I have no intention of rejecting the misunderstanding that you are trying to explain.

“Ohh……. As expected!”

I felt a strange sense of guilt about lying, but when I saw Pintel looking at me with admiration, the guilt soon disappeared like dust.

The problem is the colon.

'What should I do with this guy?'

If you kill them, that's a problem too.

Leaving it like this is also problematic.

Because the disappearance of the Bishop is a sensitive matter for Patriarch Tenelon.

'Ah, so there was a way like that.'

A good idea just occurred to me.

“Then Sir Pintel.”

"yes!"

“Would you please release Lord Corund?”

There was silence for a moment.

In the basement, an even colder atmosphere began to linger than the steel bars.

Perhaps you are not convinced.

“Iza is the one who conspired to kill Sir Yurian. Why would someone like that…….”

“Don’t you understand?”

“Yes…… If it were Sir Yurian, he wouldn’t turn a blind eye to someone who put his teeth into him……. Ahh.”

Pintel, with an attitude that seems to be thinking for a moment.

He soon let out a sigh, his lips quivering as if he had just attained enlightenment.

“I, I see. I understand! If that’s what you think, Sir Yurian, then I will follow!”

After going through similar processes several times, I now know.

This kid seems to be thinking of something else.

“Hey, what are you doing! Release Bishop Korund’s bonds as Sir Yurian said!”

But this time, even though I knew it, I decided to just ignore it. The things that happened because of Pintel's misunderstanding were embarrassing, but they weren't difficult for me.

“Cluck, cluck!”

As the ropes and gag that bound his hands were released, Korund coughed and looked up at me with fearful eyes.

Since Korund was a wizard, there was a threat that he would cast spells if the gag was removed.

'Looking at the color of negation, it doesn't seem necessary.'

The perfect color of horror.

It was clearly visible above Corund's head.

“Lord Corund, huhu. I never thought we would meet again in something like this.”

“Hee, heeeek……!”

Leaving the frightened Korund behind, I continued speaking to him.

“You clearly said that no noble would show his teeth to me, and here he is.”