Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Letter

“Are you threatening now?”

At the mustache demon race’s calm question Galahad raised the corners of his mouth.

“Threatening, it is persuasion. Come, what is the name?”

“I am Bell Urtang of the Proxel family.”

“An interesting name.”

Galahad laughed low and put more strength in the hand.

“It will be useless.”

Bell Urtang teased.

One arm was cut, the other arm was burned black. On top of that even the neck was grabbed yet Bell Urtang’s voice was calm. As expected a demon race.

“There is reason. Certainly catching only you one those guys would not stop.”

“Then why did you catch me?”

“If you say stop wouldn’t they stop?”

Bell Urtang laughed out loud.

“Life has no meaning to me.”

“I know that.”

Galahad clicked his tongue and added the words.

“Come, look. The demon race remaining except you are three. You have no both arms, so useless anywhere. You, do you know what meat the gourmets like the most?”

Bell Urtang squinted his eyes.

“It is a mage’s meat. Those guys think if eating a mage’s heart they gain power—. Actually there is also effect. The next favorite meat is a child’s meat.”

Galahad grabbed Bell Urtang’s chin and turned the gaze. Because Galahad handled the demon races, the number of gourmets was more.

“I will catch only the demon race from now. Although I am a bit tired, still I would take about three. Does it seem those guys will block? Hmm, humans do not have that much loyalty.”

Galahad whispered into Bell Urtang’s ear. Bell Urtang looked at Galahad.

“Come, then I will give a problem. In the situation where only you with both arms gone remains does it seem the guys will give up the meat? Looking at them stabbing the sword without hesitation earlier it does not seem so but—.”

Bell Urtang’s eyes furrowed a little. Looking at those emotionless eyes Galahad raised the corners of his mouth.

“What do you think?”

At Galahad’s question Bell Urtang laughed with a keuk—.

“You, were a demon race.”

“Pfft, sorry but not a demon race. Just a capable mage.”

“Still do not know.”

At Bell Urtang who raised the corners of his mouth as if mocking Galahad furrowed his brow.

“Originally I am leisurely and do not urge, but now one has to decide quickly.”

Galahad flicked the finger that bloomed the lightning flower. In the direction that finger pointed there was a demon race with an indifferent face.

Bell Urtang nodded.

“Stop.”

At Bell Urtang’s low order the demon races stopped abruptly.

‘Connected.’

Galahad examined that interestingly.

When the demon races stopped the gourmets also stopped. Subtle tension settled again.

A terrible smell mixed with blood smell, sweat smell, even urine smell fully blew. Galahad clicked his tongue softly and put the cigarette in his mouth.

Then—.

“Kill the gourmets.”

Bell Urtang ordered short.

The demon races swung the sword without worry. The necks of the gourmets beside flew in an instant. The demon races subsequently moved the sword.

At that demon race-like reaction the gourmets were hit again.

“This—! Stupid demon race bastards! Kill these guys first!”

When the gourmet wearing a large hat roughly ordered, the gourmet and demon race tangled again.

The blood smell became denser.

“Done?”

Bell Urtang asked while looking at Galahad.

What Galahad requested was to stop the attack.

Of course, he was thinking of urging battle behind that.

Yet Bell Urtang immediately ordered the attack.

The calculation was fast.

One had no choice but to acknowledge.

‘Communicating well with the demon race.’

“Fast understanding so good.”

Galahad nodded.

Then, blood flowing from Bell Urtang’s chest was seen.

Regrettable—. Galahad clicked his tongue softly and took out the water bottle at the waist and opened the lid.

And brought the water bottle to Bell Urtang’s chest and said.

“Give a bit of strength.”

Bell Urtang’s face stiffened for a moment.

“I said give a bit of strength. Isn’t it flowing.”

Galahad clicked his tongue and thrust the water bottle more. Bell Urtang nodded. Whether he gave strength the blood entered the water bottle neatly.

Galahad said while tapping the cigarette.

“Come, then I will ask a few things.”

Bell Urtang looked up at Galahad. Those eyes were still calm.

“Who are you?”

“I am Bell Urtang of the Proxel family.”

At Bell Urtang’s answer Galahad squinted his eyes.

‘Valuing the family.’

Galahad exhaled breath softly.

Next was Damien.

Depending on what answer comes out from the guy’s mouth.

Galahad flicked his finger. The flying lightning flower wrapped one gourmet as is. Tadadadak—. A sound of corn popping was made and the guy collapsed as is.

“Amazing authority.”

“It is magic.”

“Humans call it that.”

Galahad lightly shook his hand.

“Come, then the next question. What kind of existence is Damien?”

“I will not answer.”

Bell Urtang answered firmly. There was not even a small room in that voice.

It was a guy who did not even move an eye when burning and dropping the arm.

Ordinary persuasion did not work.

Just in time, it was a time he wanted to try new persuasion.

“I see.”

Galahad nodded and grabbed Bell Urtang’s head.

Putting the cigarette in his mouth, he opened the water bottle with the left hand.

A disgusting blood smell fully blew.

Tsk, Galahad clicked his tongue and drank the blood of the water bottle.

Because it was blood just put it was warm and the feeling was dirtier.

Bell Urtang’s eyes shook for the first time.

The pill of pain continuously jumped roughly. It was a fierce reaction. It seemed as if shouting the taste is the best.

‘Is this what called noble.’

The pill of pain nodded. The excited pill of pain continuously scattered dense concentration mana.

‘Put out a bit more.’

Galahad said while rolling up the forearm. The magic circle slowly started shining. The pill of pain resisted for a moment and took out life force.

The magic circle with life force injected emitted light. Galahad compressed the already dense mana with the magic circle.

When the experience of compressing the highest-rank demon race’s mana and the magic circle the First Mage left were added, even dense concentration mana was compressible.

Galahad faced Bell Urtang’s eyes. The guy’s eyes trembled.

At that Galahad raised the corners of his mouth and chanted the formula.

“Truth will set you free. Confess—.”

Bell Urtang furrowed his brow. That focus shook full.

‘Resistance is considerable.’

Galahad calmly continued the mana without being flustered by the resistance.

The mental magic that became sharper while experiencing mental type demon races dug Bell Urtang’s head.

Soon Bell Urtang’s focus loosely released.

“Speak about Damien.”

Galahad asked without losing concentration.

At that Bell Urtang’s mouth gradually opened.

“Damien is—.”

Then, the guy’s focus shook indiscriminately. As if someone was grabbing and shaking the body fully trembled.

‘It is a mental barrier.’

The mental barrier was a means to prevent mental type magic.

The most annoying was that mental barrier. Mainly dirty behind guys put it as a mouth sealing means, yet to think it is on a demon race.

At the unexpected situation Galahad fully squinted his eyes.

Why is there a mental barrier on a demon race.

‘Is it to block mental type demon races.’

Is the relationship between these guys imitating nobles and mental type demon races not good? Because one did not know the demon races’ situation one could not conclude anything, so remembered as a clue.

‘It is wrapped with authority.’

Galahad moved mana and grasped the situation.

It seemed a function related to the authority of the guys sharing power.

‘Interesting.’

Another new authority—!

Interest fully rose. Breath naturally became hot.

Because one could not know the identity one had no choice but to use a slightly rough method.

“It will hurt a bit.”

Shortly warned and immediately moved mana.

Mana rode the guy’s head and moved roughly like a hunting dog.

Soon one could grasp the location of the authority.

It was in the deepest place of the brain.

To think of planting in such a deep position—.

‘Vicious.’

Galahad licked his lips for a moment.

To catch this degree of depth—.

“Ah, excuse for a moment.”

Galahad who sought understanding put strength in the finger and stuck it in the temple. The finger dug into the temple.

Mana rampaged fiercely. The pill of pain trembled full of joy. Bell Urtang’s focus shook roughly.

“Keuk—.”

“Oh, even a demon race feels pain if touching the brain.”

At the newly obtained fact Galahad admired softly.

Bell Urtang roughly shook his body as if having a seizure.

“This—, the exaggeration is severe. Stay still a bit.”

Galahad clicked his tongue softly and firmly held Bell Urtang.

Soon the authority was caught by mana. Galahad burst that without hesitation. Creak, with a terrible sound Bell Urtang’s head shook up and down.

“Keuk!”

Urtang’s body shook roughly. Blood tears flowed long from those eyes. Broken tooth fragments fell with a thud from the mouth.

“Come, speak again, what kind of existence is Damien?”

Galahad supported the collapsing Bell Urtang and kindly asked.

Urtang’s eyes looking at Galahad shook.

Bell Urtang who hesitated for a moment slowly opened his mouth.

“It is a bastard.”

It was a short answer.

“A bastard. Why obsess over a bastard?”

“That is—.”

At Galahad’s continued question Urtang gaped his mouth.

Then, Urtang’s eyes returned. It seemed the confession was released while breaking the mental barrier.

Urtang’s eyes shook. Confusion rose in those eyes. Soon determination nested.

“For Proxel—.”

Blood burst long and flowed from the mouth area of Bell Urtang who recited firmly.

The mental barrier was already erased.

The guy burst his own heart himself.

Vicious—.

Galahad shoved his hand into the guy’s mouth.

Keok—. The guy’s eyes became large as if tearing.

Looking at the eyes trembling fiercely Galahad raised the corners of his mouth.

“Where going as you please.”

Anyway a guy who would die. Galahad roughly moved mana.

He dug the guy’s head wildly. Soon the guy’s breathing sound became even and flat.

“One has to finish the words one was saying.”

Galahad whispered softly.

Then the guy’s mouth opened with a gap—. A weak voice leaked between that.

“Because unique—.”

With that as the end the guy’s head broke.

‘Died.’

Galahad muttered while shaking the blood-stained hand.

‘A unique bastard.’

Then, a sharp scream burst. Turning his head a gourmet collapsed stabbed by the demon race’s sword.

It was the feeling the situation was organized. One demon race standing precariously among the corpses spread all around was all.

‘I thought the gourmet would win?’

The number of gourmets was more. Galahad’s calculation was originally the gourmet barely winning.

Yet the demon race won—.

The reason was soon revealed.

“Knight—! Gilbert—!”

Gilbert flew the demon race’s head with a sword full of aura nested.

The demon race’s head floated in the air with a boong— and fell. Subsequently rolled on the floor with a tong tong—.

“Victory!”

It was because of Gilbert.

There was no way knight failures could win against that excellent knight.

“I will receive it.”

At the voice heard from the side turning his head, Tom was taking out water bottles from the bundle.

“Ah, I could only fill three. Because it was such a melee.”

Tom said while shaking the water bottle. At the clear sound Galahad nodded.

“Sufficient, thank you, Tom.”

Tom who modestly shook his head squatted and organized Bell Urtang’s blood.

‘A unique bastard—. Proxel family?’

Galahad put the cigarette in his mouth and recalled the story just heard.

Then, the carriage door opened. Damien urgently came out as if falling.

Damien who hurriedly looked around had a fully furrowed face.

It was the passionate reaction Damien showed for the first time.

Then, eyes met with Galahad. At Damien’s furrowed eyes Galahad realized his own appearance was not that good.

Damien urgently ran. How urgently he ran he almost fell while coming.

Galahad rubbed and extinguished the cigarette that did not bloom much with his foot.

Damien who stood right in front looked up at Galahad.

The appearance of Galahad reflected in those pupils was truly messy. Galahad clicked his tongue softly and brushed the disheveled hair back.

Because the hand was covered in blood, it became even messier.

Galahad clicked his tongue with a tsk—.

Then, Damien opened his mouth.

“I said. If with me it is dangerous.”

The usually dry voice trembled a little. As if the mask broke, a boy’s appearance vaguely rose on Damien’s face that was continuously indifferent.

At that Galahad laughed and answered.

“Didn’t I also say. My lifespan is long.”

Damien’s eyes largely shook. Clearness befitting the age was seen between the pupils full of dark clouds.

A moment of silence continued.

Galahad coughed softly and brushed the disheveled hair back again and tidied the clothes.

Eyes met with Damien. Damien had slightly sparkling eyes.

The emotion cast on those eyes was admiration.

Damien blinked his eyes and opened his mouth.

“I want to do mage.”

There was subtle vitality in that voice.

Anyway it seemed the mage looked cool to the boy.

Galahad clicked his tongue softly—.

“Sorry but, you have no talent for magic. Aren’t you too simple.”

Firmly refused.

“I see.”

Damien understood right away.

“Knight—! Gilbert!”

At Gilbert’s shout Damien’s gaze returned.

Gilbert was holding the demon race’s head and fully emitting the heat of battle.

It was the appearance of an excellent knight.

Damien alternately looked at Gilbert who continuously shouted and Galahad.

Soon urgency rose on Damien’s face.

“I want to do mage.”

At that Galahad—.

“Sorry but, you have no talent for magic.”

Refused again.

“Knight—! Gilbert—!”

Damien exhaled a small sigh.

Galahad laughed out loud.

“Damien! Are you okay?! No injured place?!”

Gwen with a messy appearance examined Damien. Damien asked while looking at Galahad.

“Gwen is also a mage.”

At that implied meaning Galahad laughed as if coughing. Gwen tilted her head with a bewildered face and examined Damien again.

“This damn—. What are these guys?”

Gilbert said with a fully distorted face. In that hand the gourmet’s bag was held. A skull was seen between the open bag.

“Disgusting guys who eat people.”

“Why do such guys come out here? The North is strange these days. Demon races or magic beasts originally came out, but that kind of thing was none.”

At Gilbert’s sharp muttering Galahad let out a low groan.

The Black Magic Society or gourmets were originally guys who operated in the dark in the center.

The Intelligence Bureau liked handling them rather than processing. Because of that Galahad could not pull out the guys’ roots.

Suddenly disappeared—.

‘Came to the North.’

It was the equivalent of the things Galahad diligently chased out during the Intelligence Bureau days gathering to the North.

“Exactly as if someone deliberately pushed into the North.”

At Gilbert’s muttering Galahad coughed softly.

“Pushing—. There is no way. Would not have known.”

“If this is not pushing what is it. What bastard......”

“Ahem, Sir Gilbert, the opponent would also have a story.”

“Yes?”

“This the sun already rose, everyone board the carriage! It is time to return to the headquarters! The 5th Battalion Captain built very coolly!”

At Galahad climbing the carriage as if hurrying Gilbert felt a subtle unpleasantness.

It was an unpleasantness hard to explain.

No matter how Galahad—.

‘Hey, surely not.’

Gilbert shook his head and held the reins.

The kid Damien sat beside. Damien looked up at Gilbert and said.

“Sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“Yes?”

“Why are you sorry.”

“Ah. Thank you.”

“No, why are you sorry.”

At Gilbert’s stupid question Damien twitched his mouth and laughed with a pfft.

“No, what are you sorry for.”

At Gilbert’s urging Damien laughed again.

Gilbert’s face fully furrowed.

****

Adrianne glared at the paper placed in front.

Writing was written long on the paper.

[I am Adrianne. I safely arrived at the 1st Battalion. There was no particular problem in the 1st Battalion. I am curious about the progress situation of the Magic Realm training ground entrusted believing Special Mission Unit Captain Galahad.]

Adrianne who glared for a long time shook her head and crumpled the paper.

Beside that crumpled papers fully rolled around.

“Hu—.”

Adrianne who took a small deep breath took out a stiff new paper.

And carefully moved the pen.

[I am 1st Battalion Captain Adrianne. There was no particular problem in the 1st Battalion. I am curious about the progress situation of the Magic Realm training ground entrusted believing Special Mission Unit Captain Galahad.]

Adrianne read the letter again and nodded.

“Ah—.”

Adrianne who sighed softly added an explanation to the back part of the letter.

[Of course, the Magic Realm training ground is a place His Grace the Grand Duke entrusted to Special Mission Unit Captain Galahad. There is no authority for me who is the 1st Battalion Captain to intervene. It is not that I do not believe, but a letter sent in case help is needed. 1st Battalion Captain Adrianne—.]

Adrianne glared at the paper for a long time.

After reviewing several times she nodded.

It was an excellent letter.

She tied the letter to the hawk.

The hawk flew far away riding the widely open window.

Adrianne watched the dazzling appearance of the hawk flying freely in the wide sky for a long time.

Then, something clattered in the cold wind.

It was sloppy armor and helmet.

It was a state where even discarding right away would not be strange.

Adrianne glared at that for a moment.

And carefully put it in the wooden box in the corner.

Of course, there would be no matter of using again.

Somehow she did not want to discard.

[Special Mission Unit youngest, Noad.]

Adrianne coughed softly.

Because the wind was cool.