Chapter 38

Chapter 38

New Youngest

‘Uuuuum·········.’

The crow tilted his head while looking at the parchment placed in front of him.

Thanks to the business due to the mana stone mine and the information Dawn informed the Black Magic Society was enjoying an unprecedented heyday.

Whether because of the painful memory that existed before, the Black Magic Society did not spare investment in this attack.

Even though the opponent was a unit of only five people they did not let their guard down at all.

‘Uuuuum········· this no matter how much the guy······. Uum··· but it is that guy? Uuuum······.’

The crow naturally hoped for Galahad’s death.

It was the crow whose collar was already caught by the guy. This collar would only be released if either the crow dies or the guy dies one of the two has to die.

The Black Magic Society that faced a heyday in the North and the 7th Battalion that fell to that—. Compared to that the Special Mission Unit of five people was too shabby.

Thinking rationally it was correct to bet on the former.

However···.

‘It is Galahad?’

The guy’s existence heavily weighed the crow’s heart.

He bet on the Black Magic Society, yet if the guy survives—.

‘Uuuuuuu·········.’

The crow trembled his body with a brr—.

He did not want to be ‘persuaded’ again rather than die.

No, he did not want to die. Then······.

“They say preparations are finished.”

“Preparations?”

Then, conversation was heard from the side. It was the cadres dispatched together with the crow.

“The Sanctuary is installed.”

“······Sanctuary!”

Sanctuary—. The crow’s head turned with a whoosh—.

The Sanctuary was a word designating a special space among the demon race’s territory.

The Sanctuary being installed here—.

“No matter how amazing the guy he would not be able to use magic in the Sanctuary. On top of that there is even an upper-rank demon race so the possibility of failure is none.”

“Huhu···. By killing the guy they plan to announce the full-scale start.”

At the two’s insidious laughter the crow tilted his head.

“······Then we also cannot use magic?”

At the crow’s question the large guy burst into loud laughter. The crow slightly covered his ears.

“It seems you have not received the choice yet.”

“Choice?”

The guy teased and rolled up the sleeve. There a magic circle-like thing was engraved.

Engraving a magic circle on the body—. The crow suddenly recalled an old legend.

“Surely···.”

“Yes, the first human mage—. His thing.”

The guy beside shouted and cheered. The crow also got excited.

The first mage—. If that magic circle one would be able to use magic even in the Sanctuary.

With this it is certain······.

The crow who was muttering so suddenly had that kind of thought.

‘If the guy uses magic in the Sanctuary? Rather doesn’t it become the appearance of helping the guy? It is the calculation of only raising the mana concentration—.’

He hurriedly shook his head. No matter how amazing the guy would he use magic in the Sanctuary!

It is not that he is the first mage—.

Then, the guy who burned the demon race and laughed brightly suddenly came to mind.

The guy laughing as if receiving a gift looking at that magic circle was imagined.

‘······Should I report for now? Not all but moderately—.’

The crow was more afraid of the current Galahad than the past legend.

****

‘Communication with the pill of pain is possible—.’

Galahad muttered softly while looking at Gwen with a somehow stabbed face.

Hearing the voice of the pill of pain was a big clue.

The problem was—.

“Yes, it is mom. I am your mom.”

That the words said were all mom.

“Tell what the identity is.”

“It says it does not know! This guy is like a baby?”

At Gwen’s muttering Galahad let out a hollow laugh.

It is a thing of a high-rank demon race, a baby—. How absurd a story this is.

“What was the thing given to Gwen a little earlier?”

When he ate something of unknown identity Gwen suddenly used the demon race’s authority.

“That······ food? It says food.”

It was an answer hard to understand at all. Galahad clicked his tongue softly.

“It says food. Food.”

“Understood. Yes, it gave food. Then what is the mana given to me.”

“······.”

The pill of pain vibrated softly. Gwen did not answer and rolled her eyes—.

“Speak.”

“That··· it is not words I am saying. This guy is saying.”

“Understood, so speak quickly.”

“It says poop.”

Galahad’s brow furrowed as is. The pill of pain vibrated with a thud thud—. It was the feeling as if laughing.

“But probably the meaning is different! Because this guy is still a baby so does not know well!”

“Enough, do not comfort. That magic is the filth of the demon race is a famous story.”

Thud thud, the pill of pain vibrated again. Gwen twitched the corners of her mouth. It was the appearance of holding back laughter.

Galahad continued the thoughts.

‘There are two elements in the blood of the demon race. One is the part the guy calls food and the other side is mana.’

Among them if one uses what is called food one can use the authority the demon race speaks of—.

“Try handing over what is called food to me too.”

Galahad said while pressing the chest firmly.

“That··· it says one cannot use it anyway.”

“That is a matter I will judge.”

“This guy says it does not like—.”

“This suddenly I want to see Adrianne.”

“Huh? Suddenly? It says understood!”

Thud—. With a heavy sound something leaked from near the heart. That was—.

Terrible pain.

Galahad grabbed the heart and panted rough breath.

When he drank the blood of the demon race, the pain that rose was felt as is. Between that denser concentration mana than before was felt.

Galahad forcibly controlled the breath and breathed.

“Why was Gwen fine?”

“It says because stupid.”

‘Because stupid—.’

He muttered that sentence shortly. Being stupid meant, at the same time being pure.

There is no resistance in accepting something—.

‘Is it that because I know too much it is rather the reverse effect.’

It was a plausible story.

‘An interesting inference.’

However, it was a stupid and hasty generalization.

It was not that Galahad had knowledge piled from the beginning either.

Because a family that hated magic one could not learn magic from anyone. At that it was Galahad who inevitably learned by slamming his head. The fast formula was the evidence of that.

Slamming the head was Galahad’s specialty.

‘For now try with feeling, and do the calculation later.’

He did not like it, but Galahad forcibly nodded.

“Tell to put it out again.”

“···It says dangerous?”

“This I have to go to Adrianne.”

The pill of pain that hesitated for a moment poured something.

Galahad did not try to grasp the identity. He did not even think it was mana.

He just moved as the sense led.

“It is this kind of feeling.”

Galahad’s right arm thickened as if it would burst.

The pill of pain vibrated softly.

“Vicious··· it says a vicious human···.”

“Tell to watch the words.”

Galahad shook his hand.

Unlike the pill of pain being astonished Galahad was not pleased.

A power one cannot explain with theory—.

Rather it was unpleasant.

Terrible pain rose late. It was because he was conscious of the power. Truly an unpleasant power.

‘Doing this one will imitate the demon race.’

Galahad put the cigarette in his mouth and clicked his tongue.

‘Anyway I have to raise more.’

Since it started speaking after feeding the blood of the demon race, there was a need to feed more of the blood of the demon race. Galahad touched the water bottle.

This time going out he gathered quite a lot of the blood of the demon race. In the bundle beside there were even eight more water bottles.

However, it was the feeling growth was not possible with low-quality blood of the demon race.

‘At least one has to catch an upper-rank demon race.’

“It says correct!”

Gwen nodded.

Since Adrianne said she would lock the 1st Battalion’s gate and solidify the inside, one could not go to the Magic Realm right away.

‘Doesn’t one upper-rank demon race drop somewhere—.’

Thud.

Then someone dropped a parchment while passing. The man naturally went inside and ordered. Tom received it.

Galahad touched the parchment. Nothing was written on the parchment. When he turned mana letters floated.

- The Black Magic Society is aiming at the person in charge. The reason of blocking the Black Magic Society’s business. The 7th Battalion Captain is caught by the Black Magic Society. The 7th Battalion is in a fallen state. There is a story that there is an upper-rank demon race.

It was a brief report, but that content was unusual.

Among them what caught Galahad’s gaze was the upper-rank demon race part.

‘Upper-rank demon race—.’

Galahad recalled the guy he met in the Magic Realm.

Although died to one sword to Adrianne, it was not an easy opponent. Along with that the 7th Battalion also fell so it was certainly a difficult situation.

‘Good.’

Originally the harder the greater the reward.

‘Black Magic Society. Giving mana stones and even giving an upper-rank demon race—.’

Truly guys who give without sparing. Galahad laughed and secured the parchment.

“Captain.”

Gilbert opened the door and entered. That expression was somehow serious. Behind that there was a soldier seen for the first time. A soldier wearing light armor and leather boots.

Compared to the 1st Battalion’s soldiers the sharpness was somewhat lacking. It was not a guy here. That meant—.

“It is the 7th Battalion.”

“······How did you know?”

Gilbert’s eyes became round. Recently the reactions were a bit decreasing so it was regrettable, but this reaction was clear.

‘It is a trap.’

Even so to think one would send an invitation so honestly.

“Is it the story of coming to the 7th Battalion and looking if there is a hole?”

“······Are you a prophet?”

“No, I am a mage.”

Galahad stood up from the seat and closed the coat.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

“Yes?”

Galahad pressed the soldier’s temple. And without hesitation flowed mana in. The soldier’s pupils momentarily loosened. It was magic learned from the mental type demon race.

“Who sent?”

“Sir Glairok—.”

“Who is Sir Glairok?”

“Ah, he is a company captain of the 7th Battalion.”

Gilbert answered. At that Galahad nodded and continued the question again.

“The situation of the 7th Battalion?”

“The atmosphere is not good.”

“How is it not good?”

“Because the captain disappeared—.”

Then the soldier made an ‘ugh—!’ sound and twisted his body. Overload came. Galahad clicked his tongue softly and removed his hand.

“The 7th Battalion Captain disappeared. What is that sound?”

“After the great meeting he disappeared. Looking here and there but······.”

At Gilbert’s urging the soldier’s voice fully trembled. Galahad put the cigarette in his mouth and waved his hand.

“Even if one presses more nothing will come out.”

“The captain disappeared, yet they were hiding—. Does this make sense?”

Anger was full on Gilbert’s face. As expected a knight.

‘An invitation came from the 7th Battalion.’

What this meant was clear. It was the story that the 7th Battalion entered the Black Magic Society’s grasp.

‘Seeing they kept the captain alive it seems they could not eat the whole.’

The crow said in the parchment that the Black Magic Society caught the 7th Battalion Captain. If perfectly dominated, there would have been no need to keep the captain alive.

Because they could not dominate, they kept the captain alive preparing for a possible situation—.

The calculation ended quickly.

“One has to go to the 7th Battalion. Come, let’s depart right away.”

Galahad said while shaking the cigarette.

“Preparations are finished.”

Tom said while wiping his hands on the cloth. An instrument was hanging on that back.

“It could be a trap.”

“Sir Gilbert, do you know what the best method to destroy a trap is?”

At Galahad’s question Gilbert squinted his eyes.

“It is stepping on it. Very hard.”

The corners of Galahad’s mouth fully rose.

“Just in case one has to request support.”

“······Support you say? Battalions cannot leave the area in charge in principle. Unless His Grace the Grand Duke’s order.”

“I know.”

At the corners of Galahad’s mouth that fully rose Gilbert became extremely anxious.

****

Adrianne who was leaving the room stopped as is.

“A good morning.”

It was because of the man holding a cigarette in his mouth. Galahad waved his hand as if nothing.

‘How?’

Because there were so many demon races that aimed at Adrianne, the castle Adrianne resided in had thorough security.

Even Galahad would not have been let in. Yet Galahad was standing leisurely. Exactly as if his own house—.

Why does that appearance look natural. Adrianne quietly nodded.

“They did not let in from outside. I risked the rudeness and came like this. Infiltrating the castle to see the fiancée—. Isn’t it romantic?”

Romantic—? Adrianne pondered for a moment whether that was correct and answered.

“Infiltrating a woman’s castle is usually said to be insidious.”

“If the infiltrating man is handsome it becomes romance.”

“Evaluating actions by appearance is not correct.”

“You acknowledge being handsome?”

Adrianne coughed softly. Talking with this man the story kept leaking to a strange place.

“I see. Are you leaving?”

“I am thinking of going to the 7th Battalion.”

It was the 7th Battalion that recently received large damage from the demon race. Certainly the possibility of a hole was large. Adrianne nodded.

“Will you go together?”

At the unexpected question Adrianne’s eyes became a little large for a moment.

“There was information that insidious guys would be full. It will be a very exciting date.”

Galahad held out his hand as if going to a banquet hall. Adrianne quietly stared at Galahad. She twitched her lips.

“I am the captain of the 1st Battalion.”

It was a roundabout refusal.

Unless His Grace the Grand Duke’s order, Adrianne could not leave the 1st Battalion.

That was the rule.

“I see.”

At Galahad’s light nod Adrianne opened her lips and closed them.

Galahad had a face as if nothing. Perhaps he expected it. Adrianne twitched her lips and then closed them.

“Can you write a letter a bit? Anyway because it seems one has to report.”

“Yes, as much as you want.”

Adrianne held out the paper behind. Galahad lightly moved the pen. There was not a single hesitation in that play. It was Galahad-like.

‘···Father-in-law······ the demon race a banquet······ alone lonely······ attend······.’

Adrianne who realized she was peeking hurriedly turned her head.

Galahad rolled the paper and held it out.

“Please a letter a bit. Because there is still no hawk.”

“Yes. Ah, just a moment—.”

Adrianne held out the hawk to Galahad. Adrianne’s hawk was very picky. It was a smart hawk that found and delivered letters no matter where the opponent was, but at the same time the choice was picky.

The hawk that hesitated for a moment soon rubbed its beak on Galahad’s shoulder.

“Amazing. Whiteon liking like this is not common.”

“I originally have a bit of popularity.”

At the shameless answer Adrianne held her breath for a moment. Adrianne who exhaled breath again explained calmly.

“I will send the hawk periodically. If an abnormal phenomenon is discovered please contact.”

“Understood.”

The hawk soon flew through the window. Adrianne blankly looked at that free appearance.

“Ah, will you give the hand a bit?”

“······Yes?”

“The hand.”

At Galahad holding out the hand as if natural Adrianne blinked for a moment.

“Aren’t you departing right away?”

“I am thinking of moving after hearing His Grace the Grand Duke’s answer.”

It was a confident demand as if telling to put out one’s own.

Adrianne took off the thick leather gloves and held out the hand.

Yet Galahad’s reaction was different from before.

Blood vessels stood, tendons rose, but he did not collapse.

Galahad held Adrianne’s hand and stood quietly.

It seemed barely enduring, but from the beginning enduring itself did not make sense.

Adrianne blankly stared.

Then, Galahad removed the hand first.

It was the first.

Galahad removing the hand first—.

“Hmm, now I seem to know a bit.”

Unlike the calm voice blood was flowing from the mouth area. The eyes with all capillaries burst were red, but Galahad closed the attire as if nothing.

“It is cold so be careful not to catch a cold.”

Galahad turned back without lingering and disappeared.

Truly a man who appeared as he pleased and disappeared as he pleased.

‘I seem to know—.’

Adrianne muttered that subtle sentence.

She knew that Galahad had interest in Adrianne’s nature.

Holding the hand was only a part of that.

If one knew all—.

Adrianne looked down at the numb hand for a long time.

Because the room was so cool the warmth did not last that long.

****

“Didn’t you say you would not go together?”

At Galahad’s direct question Adrianne’s face became hot.

“······It is His Grace the Grand Duke’s order.”

“Speak honestly. You wanted to go together?”

“It is His Grace the Grand Duke’s order.”

“This you cannot be honest. But sorry but one cannot go together like this.”

“Yes?”

Adrianne’s eyes became a little large. When saying let’s go together was when and now one cannot go together?

“Aren’t you too famous. That beautiful appearance draws too much attention. If one goes like this everyone will run away before we arrive.”

“······There is reason.”

Adrianne nodded seriously.

“So speaking—.”

At Galahad’s whisper Adrianne’s eyes became large.

“······Are you telling me to become the Special Mission Unit’s youngest now?”

Adrianne’s eyes furrowed largely for the first time.