The Northern Grand Duke’s Crazy Son-in-Law Chapter 12

12. Lightning

“······What on earth have you been doing here?”

Gilverton asked with a face full of disgust at Galahad’s miserable appearance.

“A lot of things have happened.”

“What the heck? – Have you received treatment?”

“It’s okay. The wizard is strong. At this level, it’ll be better if you just shake it off. ···It was a metaphor, a metaphor. Hands off.”

“I tried to help.”

“You should lie with your mouth swollen shut.”

Gilbert sat down across from him, his mouth watering. Galahad pushed the cooled stew away.

“This place makes really good stew. Try it.”

“I don’t eat breakfast.”

“Then give it to Damian.”

Damien quickly took the bowl. Gilverton clicked his tongue slightly and looked around.

“Have you been attacked by Hermun?”

“Who is Hermun?”

“There’s a big, ignorant guy carrying an iron axe.”

“Then no.”

Thanks to drinking the demon’s blood, my physical condition wasn’t the worst.

The demon blood didn’t heal the wound, but it stopped the bleeding. It felt like applying albocil to a wound. It was excruciatingly painful, but it definitely worked.

The problem was that the mana was seething. The thick concentration of mana obtained from the blood of the demons kept running wild inside.

It felt like an unleashed dog had entered my body. If I lost focus for even a moment, I felt like my mana would burst.

Galahad tried to somehow put Mana’s leash on, but it wasn’t easy because he was not feeling well. All he could do was press down.

“What is that?”

“It’s good for your health.”

Galahad put the water bottle in his bosom. Gilverton’s eyes narrowed. He seemed suspicious.

At that moment, the bar door opened loudly.

“Why are we meeting at a bar so early in the morning…? What the! Why do you look like that!”

Gwen ran over and grabbed Galahad. The distance between them was a little disconcerting.

“Why… why are you like this? Who hit you?! Who is it?! No matter how unlucky you are, you still hit someone like this!”

“I won, so calm down. And what do you mean by unlucky?”

“You don’t have to hide it just because you’re a man! It’s the same for everyone! I also get bullied by other maids for being a burden that can’t clean!”

“Isn’t that bullying? Isn’t that true?”

“No matter how unlucky you are, you can’t do such a terrible thing!”

“You’ve already said twice that you’re unlucky.”

There was no communication. Gwen’s eyes, which were suddenly filled with tears as she examined the wound.

“Ugh- Just wait a minute. I’ll get a towel to wipe you up.”

Gwen seemed not to believe it at all. She disappeared inside.

Galahad was curious. I’m being beaten – does that seem so?

“Is this the face I should be getting?”

“He was born with a weak constitution.”

“You guys are so freaking thick. I was as big as you in the central region.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Then Gwen came out holding a soaking wet cloth. She insisted on sticking to him and started wiping Galahad’s body.

“There’s no need to go this far.”

“Since the salary is ten times higher, I have to work ten times harder.”

“That’s true. You should brush harder.”

“But who is this child?”

Gwen asked, wiping the sweat that had formed on her forehead.

“Ah, your successor, Damian.”

“······My successor! Really? It was my dream to have a successor!”

Gwen’s eyes sparkled as Damian nodded. It was as if she had received a gift.

“Are you an orphan too?”

“No. My mother is here. She is a pros**tute.”

“Oh my, that’s a relief.”

Tom arrived later.

“Is this also my successor?”

“Private! Tom! It’s here!”

“Wow! Two successors! I finally have a successor!”

Gwen’s shoulders rose as she sat with Tom and Damien on either side of her.

Galahad tried to ignore the dizzying conversation he was hearing from the side and focused on mana. He still couldn’t catch the mana.

‘I guess I’d rather use it once to make it cool.’

It seemed like it would be better to just let out all that boiling mana. However, since I couldn’t control my strength, I had to leave the castle and use it.

I had to move slowly.

Because time was not on Galahad’s side.

“I guess I should go see my wife soon.”

Everyone nodded with a stern expression.

***

There were quite a few soldiers gathered in front of the inner gate.

It seemed as if the special forces were curious. Laughter erupted among the soldiers who encountered the special forces.

“Isn’t that a maid? Are you dragging a maid to the front lines? You’re crazy.”

“It’s Damien who eats platoons. They say he ate ten platoons.”

“Is that the leader of the wizards? Looks like he’s already been beaten somewhere.”

Harsh words poured out from those around me.

Galahad lightly touched his hair. Sparks flew through his fingers. He was irritated by his uncontrollable mana. He tried to suppress it and looked at the crew.

It’s not good to be discouraged from the start because of something like this.

“I’m a maid! A maid! I guess she doesn’t look like a soldier! Because she’s a maid!”

Gwen, who likes being a maid, and Damien, who doesn’t care at all-.

‘There was no impact at all.’

Tom’s face was set in stone, but it didn’t really matter.

“Now that everyone’s attention is on me, I guess I’ll have to show them some cool magic.”

“This is not the central region. The awareness of magic is at the level of the filth of the demon tribe.”

“If he has a bad mind, we need to improve him.”

Galahad clicked his tongue slightly at Gilverton’s dissuasion. I want to shake off my mana-.

“What kind of idiot dares to covet Lady Adrianna!!”

At that moment, a soft voice was heard from the front. The sound of that voice was so good that it stuck in my ears.

The surprised soldiers hurriedly split apart. A huge man approached them.

The man barely felt the cold, as he was only covering his important parts with a fur coat.

His huge, muscular body was completely exposed, covered in scars. He was holding a huge axe the size of an average person, and strangely enough, even the handle was made of iron.

The eyes of the man who was looking at Galahad were full of murder. It was enough to make my skin sting.

“Let me guess. Is this the Hermun you were talking about?”

Gilbutton nodded with a trembling face.

“Yes, I am Hermun. He is a member of the 1st Battalion, and his loyalty to Lady Adrianna is extreme. He even pulled out the tongue of a man who harassed Lady Adrianna once.”

It’s horrible to have your tongue pulled out.

“But why is that man staring at me?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

“Oh, because I’m getting married? What ugly jealousy.”

“You spoke too loudly.”

“Inooooooohh!”

The man named Hermun struck the ground with an axe. Kwung! There was a loud noise, just like a bomb exploding.

“You are very powerful.”

“Is now the time to admire?”

“You must first acknowledge others before you can be acknowledged yourself.”

Galahad coughed softly. He was trying to look relaxed, but he was starting to feel a little annoyed.

“This is no time to joke around. Hermun is a recognized talent in the 1st Battalion.”

Kwaaang! Hermun’s axe struck the ground again. Several soldiers lost their balance and fell. It was an unbelievable force. Did that guy eat the tendons of the demon tribe?

“Gilbutton! Get out of the way! Are you protecting the Empire!”

“This is the order of His Majesty the Grand Duke.”

“It doesn’t matter! I’ll take responsibility, so get out of the way!”

Gilbert looked back at Galahad. Gilbert’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Are you worried right now?”

“No, no.”

“Okay, that’s good timing. I was just in time for this.”

“It’s dangerous.”

Galahad scratched his cheek at Gilbert’s earnest dissuasion.

Dangerous? Me? Against that naked caveman?

Galahad was so dumbfounded that he burst out laughing.

“I’ve always wondered, why do these guys ignore wizards?”

I was genuinely curious.

It was natural for the Demons to ignore the Magicians. Their compatibility was so tilted that they were practically natural enemies.

But here, even the thugs in the bar ignored the wizard. I can understand hating wizards, but I can’t understand ignoring them at all.

It was something unimaginable in the central region.

“Well, aren’t wizards weak in combat?”

“What kind of wizard did you see? Well, if it’s a wizard who crawls all the way to the North, he’s at that level.”

“·········.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Ahem.”

“I didn’t crawl in, I was dragged in.”

“Yes, I know. But didn’t you have a hard time against that lord?”

“That’s because they’re demons. Demons don’t go well with magic.”

Bang! Bang! Bang! As if to show off his strength, Hermun repeatedly struck the ground with his axe. The soldiers jeered and cheered in response.

“I guess it won’t work. I should take the lead in improving the perception of wizards. I’ll show those ignorant guys how scary wizards are.”

“Is that okay?”

“I’m the captain. Don’t you know that the captain is the strongest?”

“···Isn’t your physical condition a mess?”

That was right. The bleeding and such had stopped, but my head was spinning because I had lost so much blood, and my mana was running wild. However-.

“Even with just one finger, you can defeat a naked caveman with an iron axe.”

Galahad stepped forward and slowly examined the primitive man.

He wasn’t wearing any auras or leather armor.

‘I really don’t know what kind of a jerk he is.’

Galahad snapped his fingers slightly. Sparks flew wildly.

My mana was out of control. I kept going wild because I drank the demon blood.

‘I can’t control the strength of this-.’

Galahad nodded, staring at the caveman pounding his chest.

I thought I’d just let it all out for once.

‘The snow has stopped falling.’

Galahad looked up at the sky.

The snow had stopped, but the sky was full of long dark clouds.

The eyes were focused on each other and the agents were slightly cowering.

‘I have to do something really fancy.’

Galahad snapped his fingers.

Thanks to the caveman who kindly waited for me, I was able to recite a spell for the first time in a long time.

***

“Shouldn’t you be stopping me? You’re not feeling well!”

“If it’s Hermun, isn’t it that person? He won the contest of strength against the Demon Race······.”

Gilbert squinted his eyes at the worry pouring in from behind him.

That was true. Hermun was no easy opponent.

In the first place, the mere fact that it was the 1st Battalion was proof of capability in the North.

In contrast, Galahad had a hard time even with a lord who was a half-demon.

In addition, Galahad’s physical condition was the worst. He had wounds all over his body, as if he had been doing something in the middle of the night, and his back was covered in burn marks.

Thinking rationally, it would have been right to stop him, but what can I do if Galahad steps in?

“Hahahaha! The Empire has lost its fear!”

A rough laugh escaped Hermun’s mouth. He seemed excited at the thought of cutting off his neck right away.

““You loser! You loser!””

Shouts of joy poured out from all around. No one doubted that Hermun would cut off Galahad’s head.

‘Not good.’

The special forces were already a laughing stock from the start. If their leader were to be defeated here, their reputation would surely hit rock bottom.

Reputation was very important on the front lines. If Galahad were defeated, the task force could be ruined from the start.

Galahad stood still, seemingly unheard of the jeers and concerns.

His face was a little more wrinkled than usual. He didn’t seem to have the usual composure. There was a slight, sharp irritation.

“I, 1st Battalion Hermun! I dare to challenge a bastard from the Empire who calls himself Lady Adrianna’s partner to a duel!”

‘A duel? You really have to use your head.’

Gilverton squinted his eyes. He wondered why he had been waiting patiently for Galahad and Gilverton to talk, but it seemed that was what he had been aiming for.

In the North, duels were sacred. Anyone could challenge for one, and no one could be disadvantaged by the outcome.

“Duel-! Duel!”

Cheers poured out from all sides. They urged him to quickly cut off the head of the cursed, dirty wizard. A ferocious murderous spirit poured out from all sides.

At that moment, Galahad raised his right hand. The noisy jeers gradually became quieter.

Galahad had a strange power that made him focus.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“······What kind of questions are you asking when you’re about to die! Just stick your neck out quietly!”

“So you can do it? Now, let me ask you. Are you a demon?”

Gilbert’s mouth fell open.

Asking if I’m a demon from the North – that was a more terrible insult than insulting one’s parents or wife.

Even the soldiers who had been booing quietly at that unimaginable question became quiet.

“How could you say such horrible things-!”

Even Gwen, who had been worried, stuttered in surprise.

Crack, crack- Hermun’s muscles twitched and made a terrible sound. This is trouble, Gilverton grabbed the handle of his sword.

If that didn’t work out, I was going to barge in and stop them. My honor would be at rock bottom, but Adrianna’s orders came first.

“Judging by your reaction, I guess not. You’re not a demon, you’re not wearing leather, and you don’t have any Auras. What on earth are you rushing at me with?”

“······Nooooooh!!”

Hermun lowered his posture. His thick legs were pulled taut and made a cracking sound. The ground dug a small hole.

The thick murderous aura spread to the surrounding area. The soldiers’ faces turned pale.

Hermun kicked the ground. Boom! With a loud noise, the ground Hermun was standing on caved in, and Hermun’s new form was shot out.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t control my strength right now. Hang in there.”

Galahad snapped his fingers. It was a very small gesture, but it had the power to focus attention.

A small spark flew from Galahad’s finger. The single spark bounced between his fingers, then rapidly expanded in size.

It wasn’t sophisticated. Galahad squinted his eyes as if he was having a hard time handling it. The sparks that were spreading out grew in size and soon covered Galahad’s entire arm.

It looked exactly like it was eating Galahad. Black lines were carved haphazardly into Galahad’s skin.

Galahad’s mouth opened, and sparks flew through it.

“scourge.”

Galahad’s soft muttering was clearly audible in my ears. The sparks surrounding Galahad shot upwards and disappeared in an instant.

thud!

Before he knew it, Hermun’s axe had suddenly come right up to him and was raised high. The muscles on the arm holding the axe had thickened. A scream burst out of Hermun’s mouth.

“I will tear off your head and drench myself in your blood!”

Hermun swung his axe at Galahad. It seemed a foregone conclusion that Galahad would be cut in half.

At that moment, the sky shook slightly. The dark clouds that filled the sky parted. A huge spark flew between them.

It was lightning. The lightning that tore through the sky quickly expanded its area.

It only took a split second for the lightning to reach the ground.

In an instant, everything became clear. Hermun, swinging his axe and laughing, Galahad with an annoyed expression in front of him, and even the soldiers looking shocked.

Lightning struck Hermun’s axe. Hermun’s figure was obscured by a white halo.

It really seemed like heaven had sent down a punishment.

Kwarrrrrrung!

The sound was heard late.

The lightning flash was fleeting, but it felt awfully long.

Soon the once clear world slowed down and became dark again.

Bam.

The axe was lying on the floor.

Hermun was standing, charred black.

His head was burnt and stood on end, his eyes were full of whites, and his skin was covered in black marks.

A thick cloud of gray smoke rose from his entire body.

“ah-.”

Hermun, who had made a small noise, fell down.

There was no booing or cheering.

There was only a heavy silence.

That Hermun fell down before he could even reach it.

“Whew- That’s refreshing. Was it Hermun? Thank you. Thanks to you, I feel a little better.”

Galahad, who had regained his composure, smiled and tapped Hermun. As if telling him to wake up.

The soldiers flinched at the strange sense of dissonance and took a step back.

“······Are wizards originally that strong?”

Gilbert shook his head at Tom’s question.

No way-.

It wasn’t for nothing that Gilbutton ignored the wizard.

It wasn’t that the wizard was strong. It was that Galahad was a monster.

‘What on earth is this?’

Gilbert’s eyes glowed coldly.

***

‘I’m so excited.’

Information Agency agent Zammit smiled faintly as he watched the new recruit keep fussing around.

“Are you really that happy about joining the intelligence agency?”

“···Yes? Yes! It’s really good!”

Zamit laughed bitterly at the loud answer. Now that I think about it, he too has done that. It must have been when he encountered him.

‘What did he say then-.’

[Pray that you never see me again. It won’t be good.]

At first, I thought it was some kid talking nonsense, but it was actually sincere advice. Considering his role in the intelligence agency, it was only natural.

“I will become an agent like Galahad!”

At that moment, the newcomer shouted in an excited voice.

Zamit’s eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.

‘You dare Galahad?’

[Zammit, please calm down.]

Zamit let out a soft breath at the joke that seemed to come from somewhere.

Yeah, what would this chick know? She wouldn’t even have a clue what it means to be an agent like that.

“···It would be best not to mention that name.”

“yes?”

Zamit smiled bitterly at the surprised face of the new recruit.

Did I scare you too much?

“······Just because he’s my idol-. I’m sorry.”

He must be an idol, he’d laugh if he heard that. The corners of Zamit’s mouth slightly went up.

“I wonder if I made a mistake······.”

The newbie asked cautiously, looking as if he was about to cry at any moment.

Zamit smiled leisurely and shook his head.

“No, the car was hot. I didn’t know. Okay, I’ll give you an agent name. I think it was James. James’ agent name is-.”

The newbie swallowed hard. He looked like a puppy with a bone in front of him.

Zamit said with a mischievous smile.

“It’s Galahad.”

Seriously, it’s not a name that suits a newbie.

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