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42. A gift that has never been given
‘Phew······.’
Gilbert let out an excited breath and readjusted his grip on his sword.
The blue aura swayed as if in the wind.
It was dark all around. It was pitch black. I couldn’t breathe.
‘Magyeong-.’
A demonic phenomenon occurred in the North.
‘These damn things······.’
Gilverton gritted his teeth. He was dizzy from using too much Aura. He shook his head and held his sword firmly.
“Is it okay there?”
When I turned my head, there was the 7th Battalion Commander, the old man Belogreim.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“You’re fine, your eyes are gone.”
At Belogreme’s point, Gilverton hit himself in the face with his fist.
Boom! With a cool sound, my vision returned. I could clearly see the astonished face of Bellog Lime. It was fixed.
“It’s solved.”
“····You will be a good knight.”
“It’s already an article.”
Belogrim chuckled at Gilbert’s answer.
“There’s one thing I’m curious about.”
“yes.”
Gilbert nodded, catching his breath. Belogreme spun the pole around.
Belogreme’s aura was faint. It was hazy like fog, and at first glance it seemed weak, but it was a mature softness.
The monster that appeared from behind was dragged along as if by a pole. The monster’s posture changed, and its weak point was completely exposed.
Belogreme’s scepter shattered the monster’s wide open jaw.
Such experience? Gilburton was purely amazed.
“What about the knight? Why are you doing that?”
Belogrim asked, shaking off the seal. Belogrim was not in good condition, but that was due to his confinement. He had not been injured in the battle.
“Knight Gilbutton! Are you talking?”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“My father taught me that words have power.”
“strength?”
“Yes, I wanted to be a knight since I was little, so I kept shouting ‘Knight – Gilbutton!’ and it became a habit.”
“Right.”
“Crater explosion-!!”
At that moment, Gwen’s voice was heard. The space that had been dark with thick ash suddenly brightened.
Beyond that, Gwen was seen with bloodshot eyes. A fireball flew from her hand.
Kwaaang!
A louder noise erupted than before. Gwen’s face was covered in desperate tears and sweat.
In that direction was Damien. Damien was rolling among the monsters, one arm dangling outward. His expression was smiling.
Gilbutton spat on his palm and held his sword tightly.
“article-!”
Auror got up again as he shouted with all his might. His heavy body, as if soaked in water, started moving again.
Being a knight was both an honor and a heavy responsibility.
“Gilbutton!”
Aura rose even louder. Gilverton’s muscles cracked and he screamed.
It hit the ground as it was. Gilbert’s new model slipped.
A blue line was drawn around the monster targeting Damien.
The monster’s back split open, and hot blood spurted out. Gilverton turned his waist without closing his eyes. The sword drew a line again.
The monster let out a long scream. Damien, who was underneath, stabbed it with his sword. A loud scream erupted.
Another monster stabbed Damian with his sword. Gilverton gritted his teeth and grabbed Damian by the collar, pulling him towards him.
Ppoddeuk-, he screamed as if his muscles were out of alignment.
The demon’s sword cut a long line across Gilverton’s shoulder. Gilverton’s hand released. Gilverton’s head was struck in the same way.
thud!
The monster shook. Damien’s sword cut into its neck, but the scar was weak due to the lack of aura.
Damien’s emotionless eyes stared at Gilbert.
‘You unlucky little brat-.’
Gilbert muttered a soft curse and took a step forward. The monster’s attack struck Gilbert directly in the chest.
Gilbert gritted his teeth and held on, stabbing the monster’s head with his sword.
Blood was splattered all over.
Only then did the breath I had been holding burst out. The pain that had been pushed out by my agitated mind suddenly came up.
I was trying to control my breathing, but Damien was staring at me.
“How do you do that?”
“that?”
Damian’s finger was pointing at Gilverton’s auror.
“Come?”
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“Yeah, that looks good.”
Auror was the ideal of all swordsmen and the symbol of knighthood.
It was ridiculous that such an aura seemed so good.
“Tsk, that’s what I’m talking about-.”
Gilbutton, who was about to explain, stopped talking. It was difficult to explain in words.
But I didn’t want to say something cliche like, ‘Coming is a belief.’
“Coming is a belief.”
“Belief?”
Belogrim, who had come next to me, nodded.
Damien squinted his eyes after hearing the explanation. He looked like he didn’t understand.
Gilbutton clicked his tongue. Such vague explanations were not of much help to the boy.
“So come on-”
As soon as I opened my mouth, my gaze naturally turned to Gilbert.
Gilbert explained, raising the corners of his lips.
“It feels like I’m sh**ting something I don’t want to do with my hands. I’m sh**ting with my hands.”
Gilbert kindly showed her the shape of her hand. Gwen was horrified. Damian followed Gilbert’s example, closing and opening his hand.
“Of course, just because I tell you doesn’t mean you can follow it right away.”
Auror was not within the reach of all inspectors.
Gilbert said, adjusting his grip on his sword.
At that moment, Damien’s sword wavered briefly.
‘Huh···· No way?!’
Gilverton hurriedly strained his eyes. There was nothing on Damien’s sword.
‘That can’t be happening.’
I guess I saw things wrong.
“Oh, right. Where did the youngest go? Did that idiot go somewhere and get lost?”
Gilbert looked for Noad. He had disappeared somewhere earlier and was nowhere to be seen.
“I went with the captain!”
“Oh no! The youngest is in danger-.”
Gilbert clicked his tongue and readjusted his grip on his sword.
“Where are you going?”
In response to Belogreme’s question, Gilverton pointed straight ahead.
A lightning flashed through the thick smoke. Then, a huge shadow appeared through the smoke.
···············!!
It was a gigantic size that seemed to come out of a legend.
This is the North, not the Demon Realm.
“If you are late, the captain will harass you.”
“Are you going to fight that thing now?”
“yes.”
Gilbert fixed it by punching his loose right shoulder.
He could still move and had a sword in his hand.
That was enough for Gilbert, the knight.
“It’s good to be young.”
Belogreme stood next to him, clicking his tongue.
At that moment, a giant tentacle fell towards Gilbutton.
Its size was so huge that my fingertips ached.
It was a tentacle that could destroy a castle with just a touch.
In contrast, what Gilbert was holding in his hand was a single sword.
‘That’s enough.’
I didn’t have any weak thoughts.
Gilbert didn’t think much of it in the first place.
Gilbutton is just being a knight.
“Knight-! Gilbutton!”
He fixed his grip on the sword.
The aura was burning brightly.
‘Bend!’
And then, as I swung my sword towards the giant tentacle-.
“Get out of here.”
A soft command was heard just behind me.
A voice like a beast hiding deep in a cave-.
Gilbert unconsciously stepped aside.
A huge, monster-like mass. In the cold north where your flesh is freezing, his shirt was taken off, and his muscles twitched as if he were alive, and there were many thick scars on his body.
All he held in his hand was a large, rough axe.
‘······Your Highness?’
Gilbert nodded.
The Archduke swung his large axe around.
There was no auror.
No, it would be more appropriate to say that it was not necessary.
That stupidly huge axe was the executioner of the demons.
The Archduke raised his axe high.
Those scarred muscles twitched and made strange noises.
It was a joy.
– On a falling giant tentacle.
The Archduke was delighted with his whole body.
The Archduke swung his axe in a long stroke.
Crunch.
It was a simple action, but the result was not simple.
Kuuung!
The tentacle, cut in half, lost its strength and fell over.
The ground shook violently with a heavy noise.
The Archduke swung his axe a few more times lightly.
The tentacles were cut to an appropriate size.
‘······A reasonable size?’
The Archduke picked him up and put him in his mouth.
Woodduck-.
The archduke’s purpose shook violently with a murderous sound.
“Not bad.”
As he spoke and smiled, the Grand Duke somehow seemed to resemble Galahad.
“Meet the ruler of the North.”
Belogreme is a prime example.
Gilbert stared at the Archduke for a moment, then belatedly bowed his head.
****
‘The first wizard-.’
Galahad stared at the magic circle tattooed on his forearm.
Because it was engraved in a hurry, the bleeding hasn’t stopped yet.
The magic circle left behind by the first wizard was definitely different from other magic circles.
The way the magic circle was nested was quite crude and unique.
It was different from how it is used these days.
The most unusual of them all is-.
‘You’re compressing mana into your heart.’
Originally, mana was located around the heart. It was for the same reason that the Egg of Pain was located next to the heart.
However, the heart was not used to move the mana.
Mana was originally intangible.
The heart couldn’t be involved there.
But this magic circle they call choice made it possible for him.
This is a must-.
‘Isn’t it like an egg of pain?’
Galahad felt a deep interest.
It was a very similar way to the Egg of Pain.
This magic circle was a way to use the heart as an egg of pain.
The other thing is that the Egg of Pain extracts itself from the blood of the Demon Tribe and gives only mana, and this magic circle-.
‘You’re using the blood of a sorcerer.’
It was similar to the Egg of Pain. It seemed to mimic the abilities of the high-ranking demons that the Egg of Pain was the source of.
It was just an imitation.
‘Compresses mana with the life force contained in the caster’s blood.’
If there was a virtual engine called Mana, this magic circle was the one that injected life force into it.
So that mana can be compressed more quickly-.
‘Ah, it was vitality.’
Galahad realized that the Egg of Pain was the life force that had been simmering in the blood of the Demons.
Brrrr-, the egg of pain trembled slightly. That’s the right answer.
Using life force for magic – something Galahad was not used to.
I guess it was because it was magic from the old generation.
“Are you saying that you carved a magic circle in the meantime?”
A voice full of horror broke Galahad’s thoughts.
When he raised his head, the officer was looking at Galahad with a face full of shock.
Galahad could not understand the man’s question.
“Is there a reason why it would take so long to carve a magic circle?”
I just looked at it and drew along. It was a bit painful, but the pain was only momentary.
And this time, the magic circle was so interesting that I didn’t even feel any pain.
“Don’t lie! This magic circle is made up of eight layers! There’s no way you can imitate it just by looking at it for a moment! How much did that traitor tell you?”
The officer shouted with spittle flying from his mouth. Galahad clicked his tongue slightly at that.
“Ah, to be exact, I didn’t copy it. Since it was an old magic circle, there were some unnecessary parts. There were also some parts that I found unpleasant. So I made some revisions.”
Galahad kindly showed me his wrist.
There was a magic circle there that looked just like his, but upon closer inspection there were many more different parts.
It was certainly an attractive magic circle, but it was old-fashioned. Since there was an Egg of Pain, there was no need to use the Heart, so it was a magic circle that Galahad had changed to suit his taste.
“······Revision? Shut up!”
The bastard shouted even more hysterically. It doesn’t make sense. Galahad clicked his tongue and looked away.
The thick ash scattered around was clearly a demonic realm. It was quite interesting to recreate a demonic realm that was not even in the realm of the demons.
“I just have one question. How did you manage to open the magic mirror?”
“It’s not a magic realm, it’s a sanctuary.”
“Yes, it’s the sanctuary.”
The officer smiled at Galahad’s question. The corners of his mouth trembled, as if he had forced himself to do so.
“Do you think I should tell you?”
The officer raised his staff high. The magic circle engraved on the officer’s wrist emitted a brilliant light. That light reached the staff.
The staff engraved with a magic stone supplies mana, and the magic circle engraved on the wrist compresses it using the caster’s blood.
All the sorcerer did was set targets for his magic and provide blood.
It looked simple at first glance, but can you really call it magic?
‘Even Gilbert could do that.’
Galahad felt a terrible disgust.
“Pour it out!!”
The men with the staffs were looking this way and spraying something that didn’t seem like magic.
‘hmm-‘
The egg of pain jumped wildly. It was jumping as if it would jump out at any moment. With each leap, joy overflowed.
At that moment, the magic circle engraved on Galahad’s wrist emitted a fiery light.
Galahad did not draw the magic circle exactly as the first wizard had done. Galahad had an egg of pain to replace his heart.
Instead of the blood of the caster, the Egg of Pain was planning to use the life force extracted from the blood of the Demon Tribe.
‘The Egg of Pain compresses the compressed mana into vitality once more.’
Perhaps the first wizard would never have thought of such a method of concentration.
The Egg of Pain vibrated as if it was resonating with the magic circle. The Egg of Pain shook vigorously. It seemed to be asking, “Do I really have to take this?”
‘If you catch that, something more delicious will come out.’
Galahad whispered of the massive presence behind them.
‘You have to see the bigger picture.’
Only then did the Egg of Pain nod. The bastard bit my heart as if threatening me. It seemed as if he wouldn’t let it go if it was a lie.
‘I don’t lie.’
The Egg of Pain throbbed as if resonating. The color of the magic circle became brighter. The mana shook quickly.
Ashy fireballs fell.
“That’s terrible.”
Galahad snapped his fingers in deep annoyance.
****
‘You idiot-.’
Devlian smirked as he looked at the one hidden by the fireball.
There was evidence of choice on his forearm, but even so, he was alone.
At that moment, a small breeze blew.
‘······What is that-.’
The pouring fireballs lost their power in an instant.
It lost its shape and fell, just billowing like flames.
There was only one reason why Mana lost her strength and collapsed.
When the opponent’s mana concentration is higher.
‘······Your mana is thicker than mine?’
Devlian had the evidence of the first wizard’s choice in his staff, which was inlaid with a high-grade magic stone. He also opened the sanctuary.
Could it be that his mana concentration is thicker than that of Devilian?
It was an absurd assumption.
at that time.
Something flew through the flames. I couldn’t even see what it was. All I could hear was a small sound.
Thud. The sound of something falling.
One of the wizards fell backwards. There was a hole in the middle of his neck.
Again, bang-.
Another one fell down. A hole in his neck – exactly the same spot.
The red blood gurgled as if warning.
“Cast a shield!”
Devlian hurriedly recited a defensive spell.
A translucent shield appeared in front of the wizards in an instant. Other wizards gathered together and covered the shield with several layers. There was no need for words in the fear of death.
at that time-.
Once again, a wizard has fallen.
The multi-layered protective barrier was easily pierced.
Just like a piece of paper-.
Bam-.
Also, the bastard fell. There wasn’t even a scream. All I could hear was him swallowing his breath.
What the hell is this-.
Devlian could hardly keep up with the situation.
Then, the flames parted and the bastard walked out.
Still with a relaxed face and neatly slicked back hair-.
The appearance was the same as when he entered the banquet hall.
He snapped his fingers.
Bam-.
The last remaining wizard fell backwards.
Devlian’s legs gave out and he collapsed.
Hot blood filled Devilian.
The guy approached with a gait that was neither hurried nor leisurely.
The guy who arrived right in front of me looked down at Devlian.
Devlian, who met the bastard’s eyes, let out a scream of fear.
“Oh… Are you a demon?”
“Well, sorry, but you’re human.”
His voice was calm.
It was clean, not matching the strong smell of blood.
“Oh, thank you for the gift.”
A gift?
He pointed to my arm.
The evidence of the choice was radiating a clear light above the forearm.
Brighter than what Devlian had engraved-.
“I never gave······.”
Devlian’s voice did not end.
****
“Thank you, I’ll use it well.”
Galahad thanked him again and turned his head.
A giant tentacle was moving and working hard to destroy the castle.
Beneath it, a white light existed, dangerously yet majestically.
Adrianna was facing the giant monster all by herself.
It was quite a wonderful thing.
‘It’s not enough.’
Galahad frowned.
It was Adrianna who later had to deal with the king of the demon tribe.
It was a bit lacking to be struggling against someone who was forcibly brought up from the upper ranks to become the best.
‘I guess I need to grow.’
There is no environment better for growth than actual combat.
at that time-
···············!!
The monster howled as if in pain.
That giant monster feels pain.
The tentacles, writhing in pain, moved roughly, pushing away the ash.
My vision suddenly cleared.
Over there-.
There was a savage who ate tentacles like an octopus. A huge tentacle protruded from his bearded mouth and writhed as if begging for help.
The Archduke, covered in red blood, pointed his finger at Galahad.
Uduk-.
I felt like I could hear the murderous sound all the way here.
‘Well, this might be dangerous.’
Soon ash covered the surroundings again.
Galahad rubbed his cool neck for no reason.
“ma’am!”
Galahad hurriedly headed towards Adrianna.
There is no parent who does not love their child.
The Archduke was also a parent.
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