Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Amanda

The demon race was the natural enemy of mages.

Even with the demon race alone it was hard, yet causing even mental interference—.

Magic was a very tricky and sensitive work of calculating high-level formulas.

Yet a demon race that causes mental interference—.

'The worst.'

Galahad deeply sucked the cigarette. The hazy mind rose. The blurred field of vision returned again.

The people who were laughing and dancing changed into the usual lid-open soldiers.

‘Is it range.’

Recalling the wooden fence, the range seemed roughly the entire village.

That becoming severe was when Amanda came close.

To the extent of even forgetting the existence of magic for a moment.

'Contact.'

As Amanda rubbed the déjà vu became severe.

‘I should have listened to Sir Gilbert’s words.’

Galahad muttered a joke and examined the situation.

‘Is it better to control if one opens the lid.’

If there is no lid it seemed easier to interfere with the mind.

The movements of the soldiers vomiting anger were unusual.

Even so well-trained soldiers, adding desperate anger the momentum was fierce.

“Make it fun.”

Then, Amanda stepped back and whispered.

The field of vision blurred. It returned to a fun festival. People smiled warmly and held out hands.

He deeply drank the cigarette again. The lid-open guys poured curses hard to put in the mouth and ran as if to reach.

Galahad took out the water bottle inside and put it in his mouth.

The taste that had become quite familiar now fully burned the inside.

No, it tried to burn.

Until the bizarre guy in the middle moved—.

‘Pill of pain?’

The guy greedily ate the blood of the demon race. There was no time for Galahad to block. Mana disappeared in an instant.

The guy growled as if asking for more. The momentum became a little larger than before.

‘···This is unexpected.’

The pill of pain drank the blood of the demon race instead.

It was quite interesting, but at the same time a fatal variable.

Telling to face the demon race without the blood of the demon race—. It was the calculation of even the weapon being taken away.

Then, the soldiers began to approach.

“Woof!”

Turning his head there was a puppy with red mouth area. Galahad squinted his eyes. It was Damien.

“Damien, will you buy some time?”

“Yes.”

Damien kicked the ground.

He deeply sucked the cigarette. Damien rolling between the lid-open soldiers was seen.

Damien dodged the sword obliquely and swung the sword held in reverse grip. It was an action close to acrobatics. The sword aimed and stabbed between that.

Damien twisted his body and dodged it. He moved using the back of the sword that stabbed himself as a support.

Damien urgently thrust the sword at the soldier heading this way. In the gap that occurred from that Damien’s back was cut.

Damien did not scream. That face was still calm.

‘Mental interference is basically magic that involves the brain.’

It was clear Amanda planted something the moment of contact.

Galahad put his left hand to the temple.

He condensed mana. No, he tried. Mana did not listen.

From the beginning what is mana?

‘Annoying.’

Galahad shoved a finger into the scar on the shoulder. The wound cauterized with fire burst and severe pain rose.

The mind returned. Without pulling out the finger he condensed mana.

Only then did mana compress.

Fortunately the pill of pain did not aim at Galahad’s mana.

Galahad retraced the cards he had.

“What are you trying to do?”

Then, Amanda whispered,

Amanda was right beside. The half-naked body drew Galahad’s gaze. It was clearly an illusion.

“It is something called zero point adjustment.”

Galahad raised the corners of his mouth and moved the condensed mana to the temple.

If one makes a virtual lid with high concentration mana, one would be able to weaken the mental interference.

No matter how much a demon race to control this number of people, the power had no choice but to disperse.

“If you make a mistake it will burst though?”

“If one does not make a mistake it will be fine.”

The head was delicate. With a small mistake something could go wrong somewhere.

However, to obtain something one had to stake something.

When he put the finger that condensed mana to the temple the surroundings were seen straight.

The burning village, Damien rolling between the lid-less soldiers rushing while pouring words of curse—.

Galahad slightly removed the finger.

For a moment the field of vision twisted.

‘Oh, this kind of way.’

Galahad admired softly.

“Wow—, you are really amazing?”

“Annoying praise.”

He flicked the opposite finger at Amanda.

The magic was shot in another direction.

“Did you think you a mage could defy me the owner?”

Amanda burst into bat-like laughter.

It was a situation of recognizing the mental interference. On top of that even wrapping the condensed mana on the head one could not block the mental interference.

That was not simply mental interference but something one dimension higher. He tracked the clue.

If not Damien, the composition of the village was perfect. Because Galahad’s unconscious made it—.

“It is stimulating the unconscious.”

Amanda’s laughter stopped abruptly—.

“Knowing what changes? It is you yourself interfering?”

“Oh— it was the correct answer. Thank you.”

“Pretentious leisure.”

The unconscious being the opponent meant, that is the story of having to fight oneself.

The opponent being myself.

‘Interesting.’

Galahad glared at Amanda, and the finger aimed at another place.

The shot magic accurately aimed at Amanda.

There was nothing in that place.

“How?”

Amanda tilted her head from a slightly distant place.

“I cannot tolerate a wrong formula.”

No matter how unconscious it was Galahad. No, rather more Galahad,

Even if one can deliberately twist the correct formula, the appearance of the formula being wrong is absolutely something Galahad cannot see.

Amusingly it was the appearance of the unconscious helping.

“You are really interesting.”

“Agreed.”

A headache as if the head was splitting in half rose.

The field of vision twisted again. It seemed something of a sense was caught.

“Surely are you experimenting on yourself?”

Amanda asked with a slightly fed-up face.

It was a stupid question.

“Isn’t it natural? That is the most efficient.”

The words said in the Black Magic Society were not lies.

Whatever experiment, doing it on oneself is the most efficient. Doing it on others is the next cross-verification stage.

“Interesting.”

Amanda raised the corners of her mouth crookedly.

For a moment the field of vision flickered.

A few soldiers collapsed like kites with cut strings. It seemed they concentrated power on Galahad.

“Enjoy your inferiority.”

Amanda’s whisper tickled the ears.

An familiar man approached piercing Amanda.

It was a man in a neat uniform. He was holding a cigarette in his mouth.

[I taught everything, and you hit the back of my head?]

A crude curse burst.

There was a small hole near the man’s heart. Very clean skill of who did it.

[Clean? Crazy guy.]

The man’s face furrowed like a ghost.

Meeting in this kind of place—. Galahad clicked his tongue softly.

“Didn’t the senior do wrong.”

[Bursting the heart from behind for a little wrong. I raised you preciously from the youngest—.]

“I do not say burning ten innocent people to death is a small wrong though.”

[How many lives I saved, and you are making a fuss with only ten. This bastard. Didn’t you also become stronger in magic thanks to that.]

“That I am thankful.”

[Then—.]

“Credit is credit and life is life.”

Galahad flicked his finger without hesitation. The man’s hole became a bit larger.

[This bastard—.]

The man collapsed while glaring at Galahad with eyes flowing blood. Galahad did not avoid that gaze.

Amanda was laughing like a bat.

“Are you thinking of stimulating my sense of guilt? To advise in advance, it is a useless act.”

“Is it really?”

“I guarantee.”

[Senior, you said you would marry me.]

Eyes trembling as if anxious and arms shaking, a huge axe held in that hand—. It was Galahad’s first junior.

“Sorry but, I have no such promise. And didn’t you die.”

[Senior killed me!]

“So isn’t it correct that you died. Do not be sticky and die again.”

The hole in the chest became a bit larger. The junior poured words of curse and resentment, but Galahad did not stop.

When the junior’s form disappeared, Amanda was seen. Unlike before the corners of the mouth were hardened.

“Didn’t I say. It is a useless act.”

“Are you human?”

“Extremely human.”

Then, something rolled below Galahad. It was Damien who became bloody. The mouth was chewing. The cheeks were puffed.

“You, what are you eating?”

“Rice.”

“That is not eating. Spit.”

Damien blankly looked at Galahad. In those eyes Galahad with red mouth area was seen.

“I did not eat but drank.”

Damien opened his mouth. Rotten foods that had fallen poured.

“You worked hard, from here I will do so rest.”

Damien’s head bent deeply—. Soon snoring sounds were heard.

‘Truly peaceful.’

Then, the front became noisy.

[A mage—. Are you saying you will do such an inferior occupation?]

[Poison came out from the soup eaten in the morning? Younger brother, surely are you suspecting me?]

[Become my mistress. Know it as an honor.]

[Follow! For the eternal glory of the empire!]

Familiar people approached while emitting an ominous atmosphere.

‘Hmm, strange.’

The most important one was missing.

‘Is he saving?’

It was clear he was saving.

He would take it out at an important moment—.

Would it work? One could not know.

As always he only chose the number with high possibility.

Galahad put the cigarette in his mouth and flicked his finger.

****

Hans was the fourth among four sons and five daughters. The first older brother died of a cold, the second older brother enlisted before becoming an adult. Hans was the same.

Hans was brave like a Northern man. He did not hesitate even pushing his body into the magic beast’s snout.

Hans crossed the line of death with colleagues. He beat magic beasts to death every day.

On the day a colleague was eaten by a magic beast he drank alcohol to the extent his nose became crooked. He did not cry. Tears froze long ago.

It was an ordinary day. On the way back after finishing boundary duty he met a certain woman.

It was a really beautiful woman. To the extent the heart sank the moment one saw—.

Even the company captain who had no exception stopped his steps to that degree. The woman held out her hand saying she was looking for a man to continue the tradition.

Saying the feeling would come when the hand touched—.

They competed to hold out hands. Hans was also one of them.

The 5th Battalion was full of corpses. There was no vitality anywhere. The demon race that made such a terrible tragedy was in front.

The company captain ordered.

“Even if one dies one has to catch the guy! Otherwise the world ends!”

Hans nodded. There was no man in the North who avoided the time when one had to burn one’s life.

The comrade in front screamed and fell flat. It was stairs for the next step. He advanced based on the comrade’s life.

Soon facing the demon race Hans exhaled hot breath.

The demon race was looking at Hans with a leisurely expression. One hand was put to his own temple and laughing.

Laughing in this situation, truly a terrible demon race.

Hans chewed his lips and adjusted the weapon. He could not step back. That vicious demon race—.

Uh?

For a moment the field of vision twisted.

The terrible demon race changed into a neat man.

Soon severe pain rose. The forehead was hot.

“It works. Are you coming to your senses?”

The man with a neat impression said in a voice full of fatigue.

At the polite question that did not match the time Hans gaped his mouth.

Only then the surroundings entered the eyes. The unit members who became terrible appearances were rushing at the man while pouring words of curse. The woman was laughing from behind.

They were attacking an unrelated man not a demon race while pouring words of curse.

The man processed one by one without complaining. Solemn like one holding a funeral.

Hans realized. He was played by the demon race—.

The man looked at Hans and asked.

“You, what is your name.”

“······Han···s.”

“Yes, Hans. Unfortunately you will soon die. Because that vicious demon race left your head open. Uh, do not touch. It will sting. Can I borrow the head a bit for a moment? I am thinking of playing a trick applying that. Instead, I will call your name while twisting the demon race’s neck.”

Hans nodded with the last remaining strength.

“Do not worry. There will be no pain.”

Fatigue was full on the face of the man speaking so.

“Thank you, Hans.”

Galahad put the cigarette in his mouth without shaking off the blood stuck on his hand.

Amanda was seen between the five remaining soldiers.

The guy was still laughing.

‘Good.’

There was no need to poke the scar.

****

‘Interesting.’

Amanda nodded her head pleasantly.

Because that person ordered directly she wondered but as expected.

The guy and the guy’s beast, both were interesting.

Especially the authority did not work on the guy’s beast.

‘It smells of another guy.’

Amanda squinted her eyes. The smell of another demon race wafted from the beast.

A very dense smell—.

It was the smell of a demon race far higher than Amanda.

It was a territory mark telling not to touch openly. Because of that the work became complicated.

Telling not to kill the fiercely rampaging beast but remove it—.

Still there was no choice.

If entangled with a high-rank demon race only Amanda would lose.

Because of that the work dragged a bit.

Of course, the result was the same.

One mage and one beast could not beat the prepared Amanda.

The more the guys reduced the number of soldiers rather Amanda’s power became stronger.

The guy struggling while putting mana into his own head was a little cool, but anyway he was a mage.

When three soldiers remained, the guy collapsed.

Amanda stopped the soldier trying to stab the sword.

“That person said to save and bring.”

Amanda stood up from her seat while talking to herself.

“Honestly amazing. I did not expect it would be this hard. Fighting while enduring my authority—. Unbelievable.”

It was an admiration containing sincerity.

Amanda was infinitely weak to those stronger than herself, but exerted absolute influence on those weaker.

Yet the guy endured quite well even though a mage.

In the end he collapsed, but that was also an amazing thing.

It was not for nothing that that person ordered directly.

“Thank you, it was really fun. To the extent I cannot even remember when was the time this fun—.”

Amanda expressed thanks sincerely.

“That person will like it very much. He will give a reward? Ah, happy.”

“That person?”

“Uh, still conscious? Tough. Really.”

The guy who fell flat looked up at Amanda.

At the foolishness of flicking the finger without giving up Amanda burst into mockery.

“Yes, that person. You will also like it. Because he is not a person one can meet carelessly. Because that person took interest in a human I wondered—. As expected the best.”

“What is that person’s name?”

“Name? Asking that person’s name? You will really die doing that.”

Amanda advised sincerely.

Asking that person’s name—. Certainly a strange guy.

Even in this situation—.

‘······This situation?’

A very small déjà vu was felt.

It was a déjà vu never felt until now.

Something is strange—.

“Oh this was discovered.”

A calm voice was heard right from behind.

The guy was aiming a finger at Amanda’s neck.

Blood was flowing heavily from the hole in the shoulder, and scars were full in places, but those sunken eyes were still clear.

“How···. Did you use authority on me?”

Amanda stammered words in shock. A mage deceived herself?

“You call it authority. Sorry but, this is magic. If one does not even suspect rather one is hit more easily. You would also know.”

It was a peaceful answer.

Aiming at Amanda’s confidence in authority—.

No, that was not confidence.

How would one expect a mage guy to implement his own authority as magic.

However, one had no choice but to acknowledge.

Amanda was hit by the guy.

“Hmm, this is not fun.”

Amanda concentrated authority on the guy.

“Beatrice?”

A terminal-like muttering burst from the guy’s mouth whose eyes became blank.

Since she used authority to the maximum, the guy would be an opponent he absolutely could not kill.

Because of overdoing the head was dizzy. Struggling against this mere mage—. If she knew it would be like this, she should have handled cleanly from the beginning.

Trying to see fun, it was the appearance of only using power for nothing.

“Honestly facing is good. Do not say a foolish guy.”

Then, the guy spat a stuffy muttering. That voice shook unlike before.

The guy’s voice that was firm even when a sword was embedded in the shoulder shaking—. Amanda held mockery.

“Yes, we promised.”

The guy raised the corners of his mouth and flicked his finger.

Sparks jumped between that finger.

The sparks bounced between the fingers and inflated the size.

How beautiful that appearance was, Amanda blankly stared.

The sparks that were bouncing between the fingers took form.

That was exactly like a flower a god carved lightning and made.

Fully bloomed—.

That was Amanda’s last.

****

“Truly a fucking demon race.”

Galahad muttered while pushing the tightly burned demon race to the side.

From the time Beatrice’s name did not come out he expected.

That she would take her out at the last moment—.

Rather he used that.

Because he promised to gift a very cool lightning flower if meeting again.

If not that, he would not have been able to give this kind of blow.

Taking her out was the demon race’s mistake.

It was an expected flow, but the aftertaste was not good.

‘And thinking about it by now she would have heard my news.’

He squinted his eyes and put the cigarette in his mouth.

“Ah, this is Hans’s share.”

Galahad stepped on the tightly burned head and made it into ash.

He shook the cigarette on top of that.