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56. Counterattack
‘It’s dawn.’
Galahad muttered softly.
The original plan was to persuade her through mental interference.
It was a mental intervention that worked even on the Demons. There was no way it wouldn’t work.
However, things have changed.
In a pretty good way-.
“Are you talking about magic stones? The harvest is full.”
Helkarton’s eyes sharpened slightly.
‘It’s the harvest, so I’m giving a certain amount of it.’
Galahad nodded lightly.
“The original harvest should have been full. But haven’t you been messing things up a few times lately? The harvest should have increased.”
Galahad clicked his tongue openly.
Helkarton’s eyes were crumpled.
“We consumed our supplies.”
Helkarten answered in a suppressed voice.
Galahad raised the corners of his mouth in appropriate protest.
“I know. But is it yours entirely? The North, narrowed by your failures? This is so shameless.”
“that…..”
“Are you going to say it doesn’t matter? You’d better watch what you say.”
Helkarten’s face turned red. He bit his lip hard, creating a dimple next to it. His eyes grew fierce.
The atmosphere has become tense, but-.
“Well, your expression is strange. Are you dissatisfied with something?”
First of all, this was dawn.
He was a member of the Black Magic Society.
The gap between the two was clear.
Helkarten, who had been keeping his mouth shut for a moment, smiled awkwardly.
“doesn’t exist.”
“Really? Hey, I thought you were some kind of brat who’d messed up the North like this and still have no conscience.”
“Horo…… Ha. Hahaha.”
“Usually, when you smile, your face becomes brighter, but you look even more horrible. Try not to smile.”
Galahad patted Helkarten on the shoulder.
“Tsk, do you think I can just increase the yield?”
The bastard’s eyes lit up slightly at Galahad’s words.
“Isn’t the Holy Land still open?”
“…but the 7th Battalion is stationed there.”
“You don’t have to worry about that.”
Helkarton’s expression became complicated. Galahad stared at him quietly.
Originally, wizards were strange people. It was because of the charm of magic. Magic was more powerful than anything else.
These guys were not only wizards, but also entered the Dark Magic Society.
The desire couldn’t have been small.
Galahad whispered softly in the bastard’s ear.
“I’m worried about the lack of qualifications for the president.”
Helkarton’s eyes widened as if they were going to tear apart.
“Are you saying you are not qualified?”
“Isn’t that right? If there’s been a series of failures recently, someone has to take responsibility. Right?”
The bastard’s cloudy eyes sparkled with desire. Galahad raised the corners of his lips and shook the bastard’s shoulder.
“What do you think?”
The man was silent for a moment at the following question. Galahad did not urge him, but waited quietly.
The bastard’s head went down deeply and then came back up.
“I see. Actually, I was thinking of cleaning up the Dark Magic Society.”
“……cleaning?”
The man looked Galahad up and down with questioning eyes. It seemed as if he was asking, ‘You came alone, didn’t you?’
Galahad smiled and snapped his fingers.
The pot-bellied man’s head swelled up like a balloon as he lay there, twisting his body desperately.
The guys around them screamed softly and retreated.
Bang! The bastard’s head exploded. Red blood splattered on the faces of those around him.
It was thanks to the magic circle that was carved in advance, but they were stupid people who didn’t understand magic circles in the first place.
To them, it would just look like I snapped my fingers and exploded their heads.
“this-!”
The wizards aimed their wands at Galahad.
Galahad ignored him and stared at Helkarten silently.
“I thought there wouldn’t be anyone suitable to replace the president-,”
The subordinate’s head had exploded.
But the emotion that appeared in Helkarton’s eyes was not fear or anger.
It was joy and longing.
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“There was a suitable person.”
Belief flashed in Helkarton’s eyes.
The interpretation of the power of the magic circle of the demon trainer and the power of exploding a person’s head with a finger was only a small basis.
The center of belief was the bastard’s desire.
Mental interference was more effective in this case, just as the power of fire magic was enhanced when oil was present.
“Isn’t that right?”
Galahad patted the bastard’s shoulder and poured mana into him.
Helkarton’s eyes sparkled even more.
The little bit of reason he had left had flown away, but he didn’t even seem to notice.
The desire to become the president of the society blinded the bastard.
There was a brief silence. Helkarten’s eyes moved busily.
When the bastard’s mouth opened again, Galahad let out a small laugh.
“The chairman is very cautious. Even I, his confidant, am wary. There are too many defensive facilities. It is quite dangerous to head to the main conference hall. And if he sees anything even slightly strange, he will definitely run away on his own. It was the same in the central government-.”
Helkarten said, gnashing his teeth.
“In the center too?”
“Yes, he is the one who escaped alone when the Dark Magic Society was shaken by some group. He must have made a hole to escape to.”
Galahad was well aware of the Black Magic Society’s ability to escape.
According to Helkarten’s words, going to catch him wasn’t a very good option.
“The academic society is still shaking, but you didn’t step forward yourself and sent me away instead.”
‘I feel a bit resentful.’
Galahad clicked his tongue slightly at Helkarten’s spitting words.
“Then I guess I’ll have to drag it out.”
“It will never come out.”
Helkarten said in a firm voice.
At that, Galahad raised the corners of his mouth.
“There is no such thing as absolute.”
Helkarten frowned, not understanding.
“Oh, is there any way to communicate with the president?”
“yes-.”
Helkarten took out a round object. It looked like a jewel box with small stones inside.
At first glance it looked quite crude, but Galahad knew its value.
No, I had no choice but to know.
“Communication unit.”
To see this here? Galahad sighed softly.
The communication device was a magical tool of considerable value. No, it had to be considerable because of the materials that went into it.
Having him is-.
‘You have a lot of money.’
Indeed, even Corton gave Galahad magic stones and gold coins.
So, there was no need to even mention the Black Magic Society.
Above all, it was important for them to run a stone quarry business.
The North was lacking in many things, but the thing it lacked the most was money.
Because they were ignorant people who disregarded magic, they did not know the value of magic stones, but the magic stone yard was the greatest value in the North.
If only the magic stone mill could be fully operational and distributed, the finances of the North would surely improve several levels.
The Black Magic Society were excellent workers who became the foundation of wealth in the North.
‘Even if it’s free-.’
Galahad licked his lips and touched the communication port.
“How to use-.”
“Oh, I know.”
Helkarton winced at Galahad’s answer.
Communication devices were expensive and difficult to use, so few people used them. Furthermore, the methods of use varied depending on the communication device.
How can one use such a communication device?
At that moment, the communication device in Galahad’s hand vibrated slightly. There was even a certain rhythm to the vibration.
Even Helkarton had difficulty using the communication device.
But it’s amazing that they use that communication device so freely.
‘It’s dawn after all.’
The reliability has increased a little bit.
****
The president of the society was sitting quietly in the dark hall, also known as the conference hall.
The president’s head was as complicated as the wrinkles around his nose.
It was because of the recent series of failures.
‘You idiots-.’
I couldn’t help but curse at him for not being able to do even one easy thing properly.
Anyway, there weren’t any guys I liked.
There weren’t any useful ones.
There was a bigger problem than that.
‘Just keep quiet for a while.’
It was an order from dawn.
‘……dare!’
The wrinkles on the old man’s face became deeper.
Originally, the Black Magic Society was doing well in the center.
At that time, I didn’t even know that there were guys giving orders.
‘Because of those guys!!’
The old man coughed harshly, blood almost dripping from the corners of his mouth.
Everything fell apart because of those who had been terribly harassing the Dark Magic Society, and they had no choice but to leave behind their glorious past and flee to the wasteland of the North.
However, the heavens did not abandon the old man, and he gained momentum again when he discovered the magic stone workshops in the north.
At that moment, a man came out from a place called Yeomyeong.
The old man was the one who created the Black Magic Society.
He was an old man who worshipped ascension and would do anything to become stronger.
That’s why the old man was confident in his strength.
Until I faced the guy from Dawn-.
[Is this all?]
He was a monster.
no.
It was a demon tribe.
It was an overwhelming difference in strength that the old man had never experienced before.
Dawn’s one-sided order hurt my pride to the point where blood came out of my mouth, but-.
‘Can not help it.’
The old man’s already heavy neck became even heavier.
At that moment, the closest communication port in front began to flash.
Among his confidants, Helkarten was the only one who was of any use.
It was the one sent to the demon trainer’s magic circle.
In the North, where monsters roam like wild beasts, the magic circle of a monster tamer was of great value.
I didn’t want to give up on him, but…
‘I guess I’ll have to tell him to come back.’
In an already bad situation, I couldn’t disobey Dawn’s orders.
At that moment, the communication port began to vibrate and click. The wizard sitting next to it translated the vibration.
“Hiccup!!”
The one who had been interpreting for a long time hiccupped loudly. The face of the one who had been writing down the communication turned pale. It was as if he was terrified.
The old man’s brow furrowed at the rare reaction.
“What?”
“That… that… I’m sure I wrote it correctly….”
The old man squinted and lowered his cane.
Tears of blood flowed long from the eyes of the man who had been groping him. He collapsed without even screaming.
The guy who was standing a little further away sat down, trembling. The guy who saw the piece of paper with the communication contents written on it suddenly stopped.
“Bring it.”
When the old man clicked his tongue, the man was startled and politely handed the paper over to him.
‘What is it about…..’
The old man, who had been muttering and reading the paper, froze.
This was because the content was far beyond expectations.
[I am Helkarten. We no longer need an old and sick president. From today, I, the young blood, am the president. To prove it, I will reclaim the Holy Land.]
The old man reread the paper several times.
‘What is this…..’
Just then, the communication device vibrated again.
Sending it once wasn’t enough, so I sent it again.
The old man waved his hand at him.
The communication device flew lightly towards the old man.
The old man carefully analyzed the vibrations of the communication device.
A little later-.
The communication port was destroyed.
Although it was an expensive item, the old man did not have the presence of mind to feel sorry for it.
Because it was more serious than before-.
“That guy, I guess he wants to die.”
It wasn’t just a matter of being angry.
If I did something here, I would be disobeying the orders of Dawn, so it was a matter of survival.
The old man woke up after a very long time.
Everyone looked up at the old man with surprised eyes.
“Going to the Holy Land.”
The old man adjusted his cane.
The old man’s staff contained a huge, crimson egg instead of a magic stone.
***
‘…..?’
The crow tilted its head.
The crow thought that his understanding was superior to that of others.
In particular, he had an outstanding ability to understand the situation.
When the branch people died, the crow was the reason why he survived at Galahad’s hand.
The crow read the situation well and made quick decisions.
It was definitely like that-.
‘……why?’
I couldn’t keep up with the situation at all right now.
Galahad was observing the 7th Battalion along with the Dark Magic Society. They were fully prepared as if they were going to attack at any moment.
‘?’
The crow tilted its head to the other side.
Galahad was definitely guarding the 7th Battalion. Didn’t he actually build up forces in the 7th Battalion?
It was definitely like that-.
Now Galahad was on the side of the Dark Magic Society, preparing to attack the 7th Battalion.
That too-.
“They’re newly appointed company commanders anyway. There’s no need to look at the others. The only problem is the 7th Battalion commander.”
With all sincerity.
Even while taking pictures of those troops-.
‘……Why?’
The crow tilted its head again.
“Miss! Stay still! You’re going crazy!”
At that moment, Corton shouted nervously.
The crow’s brow furrowed at the gruff voice.
The crow hated the stupid guy.
I also hated greedy people.
Corton was a stupid and greedy guy.
It was natural that crows hated cortons.
The crow desperately held back, even though he wanted to stick an ice pick in the bastard’s face right away.
The crow wasn’t stupid enough to mess things up just because of his emotions.
“But you know.”
Corton spoke up. When he was ignored, Corton raised his voice.
“Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!”
At that moment, I was so angry that the words came to my lips.
I tried to endure it and turned my head, and saw Corton with a very tense face.
The hand holding the cane was trembling.
“why.”
Corton glanced around.
And he asked carefully.
“Is Galahad really the dawn?”
“Ahhh!”
The crow couldn’t stand it anymore and grabbed Corton’s head.
Not using magic was the last of the crow’s patience.
“Ahhhh!”
****
Galahad turned his head at Corton’s scream and clicked his tongue slightly.
Palho and Corton were tangled up and fighting.
‘We get along surprisingly well.’
Well, the two had some similarities.
Because they are both blinded by desire.
‘That’s a wizard trait.’
Galahad looked at the situation with a grin.
The Dark Magic Society members were each preparing themselves. Some were reciting spells, while others were adjusting their wands. Their faces were filled with a serious expression.
Beyond that, in the distance, the 7th Battalion was visible.
It was shabby and had holes here and there, as traces of previous raids had not been completely erased.
It looked dangerous at first glance, but there was a bastard inside.
In order to attract the president, I had to act with sincerity.
Of course, we couldn’t afford to lose our precious miners.
We needed proper acting and boundaries with each other.
For that, a detailed plan had to be discussed.
Galahad didn’t bother to send a letter to explain.
Because from far away on the castle wall, the First was looking this way and smiling brightly.
‘I’m dying of joy.’
Galahad clicked his tongue slightly.
At that moment, a familiar white falcon flew in. It had shiny fur as if it had been oiled, and deep eyes. It was a falcon that could be called handsome.
‘Adrianna?’
The falcon naturally landed on Galahad’s shoulder.
Galahad patted the man on the head and untied the letter tied to his leg.
[I am Adrianna, the captain of the 1st battalion. There were no particular problems in the 1st battalion. I am curious about the progress of the Magic Training Center, which was entrusted to the special forces captain Galahad. Of course, the Magic Training Center is a place that the Grand Duke entrusted to the special forces captain Galahad. As the captain of the 1st battalion, I have no authority to intervene. It is not that I do not trust you, but I am sending this letter in case you need help. 1st battalion captain Adrianna.]
Although it was written in handwriting, it was free of unnecessary decorations. Yet it felt luxurious, which really suited Adriana.
“Oh, can I have some paper and a pen?”
“yes!”
Galahad borrowed a pen from a passing warlock.
The warlock handed me a piece of paper and a pen, his eyes shining.
“Isn’t this red?”
“Because it’s blood….”
“No ink?”
The warlocks were busy responding to Galahad’s questioning.
I was able to get normal ink within a while.
Galahad dipped his pen deep into the ink and scribbled on the paper.
[Don’t worry about the 7th Battalion, I’m guarding it really well. You and your father-in-law both know that I’m capable. I miss your warm hands these days. – Your trustworthy fiancé. P.S. Your handwriting is quite cute.]
Galahad, who wrote letters without stopping his pen even once, had him tied to the falcon’s feet.
The falcon flew over the warlocks and disappeared.
“Now, everyone, get ready! Tonight the Holy Land is ours!”
The warlocks responded with a thunderous roar to Galahad’s shout.
Galahad smiled with satisfaction.
Fantasy, Fusion,