Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Gwen Rich in Sensitivity

“Damien disappeared—.”

At Gilbert’s urgent report Galahad tidied the knife packed in the pocket.

“He has not gone far yet.”

“···Yes?”

“The demon race guys imitating nobles aiming at Damien, would they not have done any countermeasure?”

Relief rose on Gilbert’s face.

Galahad held the knife and moved mana. Even after experiencing mana exhaustion the mana moved obediently.

Thump! Thump! The pill of pain claimed its own credit.

Tracking magic was the agent’s basic. However, to unfold tracking magic one needed two mediums with magic circles engraved in advance.

One was the target’s, one was the caster’s.

The target’s medium had to be an item the opponent would not take off. For example like Damien’s fork—.

‘Became a bit far. Is he moving.’

Galahad tapped the knife with a tok tok.

The possibility that it is the doing of the demon race guys called Proxel was high.

He expected the guys would move, but he did not expect the guts large to the extent of causing a matter in the Grand Duke’s castle.

‘One can use this largely.’

One would be able to use expensively to the Grand Duke.

Of course, the important thing right now was Damien.

“When did he disappear?”

“He disappeared between Gwen briefly leaving the place.”

“Did you properly feed the meal?”

“Yes, I certainly fed. Damien is—.”

“Calm, there is no matter Damien will be in danger.”

The guys called Proxel cherished Damien. Although one does not know what scheme, there was no matter Damien would be in danger right away.

He intended to let them enter a bit deeper.

When catching bugs one had to find that house so—.

However, they were guys cautious to the extent of moving together with gourmets.

Since one does not know what trap they set, a certain response method was needed.

“This is a crisis situation.”

“Yes?”

At Gilbert’s reluctant counter Galahad raised the corners of his mouth.

“The youngest would be needed.”

Gilbert fully furrowed his eyes.

“Did that guy return?”

Galahad nodded while examining Gilbert.

Gilbert was a typical Northern knight. Stupid as much as the belief was firm. A crude man like a broadsword.

If excellent knight Gilbert—. Galahad tightly— suppressed the excitement.

“You, what do you think about the king of the demon race.”

Instantly Gilbert’s face fully furrowed.

“Yes? What is that dog sound. Where is a king to the demon race.”

Even subtle displeasure was contained in Gilbert’s voice.

“I see.”

Galahad nodded and put the cigarette in his mouth.

Nothing changed.

“But this guy taking this long—. Isn’t the youngest too fallen?”

Gilbert’s expression changed again.

“Right, you firmly catch the discipline a bit.”

“Just entrust.”

“Yes, I will only believe you.”

Galahad laughed with a keul keul.

****

‘Ah—, I made a mistake.’

Adrianne exhaled a small breath.

Flustered at Galahad who came too close she pushed.

[Uaaaaak! Damn bitch to be cursed!]

A scream spread in the head.

Correct words.

Adrianne’s nature was a curse.

A very vicious curse that bestows terrible pain to the one touched, and even leads to death.

What one can do is only twisting the direction of the curse to the demon race.

It was clearly so—.

‘Why on earth that man—.’

Adrianne squinted her eyes.

Galahad was different from the people Adrianne faced until now.

Even while screaming, he did not let go of the hand.

Rather he held deeper.

A man one could not understand at all.

Adrianne was flustered.

Although she knew he is a man who does not care about distance, this time it was too close.

Sincerely—.

At that she used strength in surprise.

The awkward heat subsided, and Adrianne who thought carefully realized that her own reaction was excessive.

‘One has to apologize.’

Adrianne muttered softly.

She examined the basket beside. There were six water bottles containing the demon race’s blood.

‘Let’s apologize while giving this.’

Adrianne spat breath again.

Thinking of apologizing to Galahad, the head was dizzy.

The words of doing the engagement ceremony in three months rose.

Although Galahad thought that natural, to Adrianne the engagement ceremony was not light. No, it did not match.

The place Adrianne should be was the front line.

The only opponent she could touch was the demon race—.

‘One must not get entangled again.’

Adrianne’s eyes sank.

‘Let’s establish a plan.’

To not get entangled with Galahad whose bounce one does not know a firm plan was needed.

‘First Captain Galahad stays in the outer castle. Toward there—. It is emphasizing the sense of distance while giving the water bottle.’

Adrianne seriously established the plan to apologize. She checked several times.

‘Done.’

It was a perfect apology plan with no room to get entangled.

Adrianne packed the water bottle and headed to the door.

While handing the water bottle apologize, shortly greet and turn—.

Adrianne who checked the plan opened the door.

And stiffened in the posture of opening the door as is.

“Ah, just came out. Come, wear right away. Busy.”

Because the situation of Galahad holding out crude armor right in front of the door was not in the assumption—.

“···Yes?”

A stupid answer came out again.

“Our member was kidnapped, the opponent seems a demon race. Guys called the Proxel family, guys who imitate nobles. Your help is needed. Hurry and wear.”

“No—.”

“Ah, isn’t it fine if requesting support from His Grace the Grand Duke? Already did. He said go together with you.”

“When—.”

“Earlier at the meal place I demanded your operation rights. The justification was for the engagement ceremony in three months.”

“But why armor—.”

“Ah, this is what I obtained from the supply depot. Why do I have to be the youngest? Because you are too famous if moving together everyone will run away. Come, is there a problem left?”

Adrianne twitched her lips.

Annoyingly there was no part to point out.

“Come, hurry and wear. This is a sword. A bit heavier than your sword, but the size matches.”

Bang.

‘······?’

Adrianne alternately looked at the closed door and the stupid looking helmet and armor that were in her hands at some point.

Hit again—.

****

“The captain said Damien would be fine. Hmm······.”

At Gilbert’s muttering Tom softly relieved.

When Damien suddenly disappeared the chest sank with a cheolleong.

Gwen ran out crying, and Gilbert also headed to Galahad.

Tom remained and packed the luggage. He did what he could.

Still the worry did not decrease, but since Galahad said fine he softly relieved.

Tom confirmed the carriage’s luggage. The newly supplied carriage was neat and large to the extent incomparable with before. The state of the tied horse was also the best.

It was certainly felt that the Special Mission Unit was recognized.

Tom confirmed the supplies again, and fed fodder to the horse.

A little later Gwen returned. It was a state with tears full in the eyes. Similar to usual Gwen. Because Gwen has many tears.

The problem—.

‘Why fire on the body···? No, even ice—.’

Fire blazed on Gwen’s left shoulder, and ice fell with a usu usu— on the right shoulder. To the extent insufficient with the word flashy.

The problem was what on earth why is she doing so and crying.

Recently it seemed a bit quiet, but it seemed Damien disappearing had a big influence.

‘Because Gwen particularly likes children.’

Tom slightly turned his head.

A little later a familiar figure was beside the returned Galahad.

‘······Lady Adrianne?’

Although the helmet and armor were different from before, the large and big feeling was similar. Somehow clumsy and stupid atmosphere.

However, that nobility was not hidden even with armor.

‘No—.’

Tom urgently looked at Gilbert. Gilbert stood up with a flash from the seat.

Although he screamed inside, unfortunately it was not transmitted to Gilbert.

“Youngest! What on earth did you do to come now! How slow are the hands? Really helpless—.”

Gilbert immediately committed a terrible act.

Although a crude welcome in Gilbert’s own way, that opponent was the North’s hero Adrianne.

What on earth is he trying to do with such terrible words—.

“Is the preparation finished?”

Then, Galahad asked Tom.

Galahad looked somehow happy.

“Yes, if departing right away it is fine.”

“Good, as expected Tom. Let’s go right away.”

“Da··· Damien···!”

Then, Gwen intervened. Galahad who saw Gwen’s flashy both shoulders softly admired.

“This Gwen—. Excellent.”

“Damien disappeared! It is my fault! Because I was distracted by the bet!”

“Right, it is your fault.”

Galahad lightly nodded.

Tears flowed with a tok tok from Gwen’s eyes. The fire became stronger. Ice fell with a usu usu—. The corners of Galahad’s mouth slightly rose.

“Everyone makes mistakes.”

Galahad shook Gwen’s shoulder as if nothing. When Galahad’s hand touched the blazing fire and ice disappeared.

Gwen looked up at Galahad. Because Gwen’s height is small, and Galahad’s height is large the neck bent to the extent.

Galahad looked at Gwen and said seriously.

“The important thing is correcting the mistake, and not repeating.”

Galahad’s voice was serious more than anything.

“···Can one find Damien?”

“Of course. Although your help is a bit needed.”

“I will do!”

“Good, come, then let’s depart.”

At Galahad’s order Tom hurriedly rode the carriage.

No, he tried to ride.

Galahad blocked Tom trying to ride the carriage.

“Only Gwen ride the carriage.”

Galahad took only Gwen and rode the carriage.

Tom was left sitting between Gilbert and Adrianne in a daze. Sitting side by side with Adrianne—. Breath was blocked to the end of the chin.

“Youngest, what on earth did you do to take this long? And if moving you should at least greet me and go—.”

Every time Gilbert said one word Tom felt his lifespan deeply cut.

Then, the carriage’s wall broke a little. Tom was surprised and screamed softly.

What came out breaking the carriage wall was a knife used when eating.

The knife was slightly bent.

Exactly as if informing the direction—.

“Is this the direction?”

“The question just now would be Sir Gilbert.”

“Just saying yes would do—.”

Gilbert grumbled softly.

****

“Gwen, your mana barrel is large. Very unusually large. It is not that I thought of you as a mage at first for nothing.”

“Eh?”

At Galahad’s sudden praise Gwen opened her eyes round.

“Even without understanding you possess the talent to follow magic. That is closer to authority than talent. Ah, treat the latter words as not heard.”

Galahad flicked his finger.

“I became certain in this duel. You are weak to flashy magic. If you see beautiful magic, you copy the magic regardless of rank. Of course, to unfold that consciously one would have to devote tremendous effort—.”

Galahad examined the sobbing Gwen.

Just now Gwen was wrapping Galahad’s magic and Bunch’s magic on the shoulders.

Both were upper rank magic. Using the two simultaneously was an ability superior to usual Gwen.

Galahad thought of that cause.

‘It would be Damien.’

It was clear Damien disappearing influenced Gwen.

Gwen following magic is also because captivated by that beauty.

Both were actions based on emotion.

‘Gwen is influenced by emotion.’

Originally a mage had to be far from emotion.

The words that a mage must be cool were not for nothing.

Yet a mage who uses magic with emotion—.

‘Interesting.’

If emotion influences magic, it was a matter of stimulating emotion.

Galahad slightly pounded the knife.

“I hung tracking magic on Damien’s fork. As long as the distance does not become farther than the range one can roughly guess that direction.”

“Really?! Wow, fortunate!”

“Yet because experiencing mana exhaustion my mana is unstable.”

“Yes?”

“The distance reduced than usual. The guys’ speed is faster than thought—. Hmm, this is difficult.”

It was not a lie. Actually the opponent’s speed was quite fast. It was clear moving riding a horse not a carriage.

Quite a difficult situation. The power of tracking magic was influenced by the mana amount not the mana density.

It suited Gwen more than Galahad. For that he sent the rest to the coachman’s seat.

“Uh··· what do I do?!”

“You have to unfold this magic. Because your mana barrel is unusually large. It would be possible.”

“But it is not visible!”

Correct words.

Tracking magic was an extremely practical magic. Secret and no form. A natural story. If tracking magic is flashy would that be tracking magic.

It was a magic Gwen could absolutely not think beautiful.

‘Then if making flashy it would do.’

Although like that the magic would become quite complicated, anyway it was Gwen.

Galahad tightly closed his eyes and reviewed the magic.

He dismantled the tracking magic and took out the essence of that principle then added a stylish formula.

Since tracking magic was the agent’s basic, it did not take that long.

“Look well.”

Galahad put his index finger in front of Gwen’s eyes. Gwen’s both eyes gathered on the long index finger.

The spark that started from the index finger bounced between the fingers and swelled the size.

Soon a small but stylish lightning flower bloomed. The lightning flower rode the knife and disappeared outside.

“Aak! Stinging!”

Gwen admired out loud.

“Try.”

Gwen with loosened eyes blankly raised her hand. Spark bounced from Gwen’s palm. Although cruder than Galahad’s, a lightning flower bloomed.

Quite excellent.

The problem—.

‘Could not put in the knife.’

The most important release was not done.

A bit more stimulation was needed.

Galahad squinted his eyes while looking at Gwen.

“With the magic just shown one can pursue Damien. Hmm, strength is draining from the hand.”

While slightly reducing mana, the spark around the knife noticeably weakened.

Desperation rose on Gwen’s face.

“No!”

“I am up to here. Now you have to do. Hold the knife.”

Galahad handed the knife to Gwen.

Gwen clumsily held the knife.

“Ca··· cannot! You only showed once!”

Galahad tightly held Gwen’s round head. Because the head is small it was held with one hand.

“You can do. Didn’t you just do? Doing that as is is fine.”

“But—.”

Galahad pressed Gwen’s head tightly. Gwen’s mouth closed.

“You can do. If you cannot, Damien—. Hmm, he would no longer be able to eat that liked meat.”

Gwen largely sniffled. Galahad whispered how pitiful Damien is to that ear. With the other hand he continued Damien’s tracking.

A moment later Gwen who tightly bit her lips firmly held the knife.

The mana spewing from Gwen was unusual.

‘Really emotion acts.’

It seemed he was gradually knowing Gwen’s usage method.

*

“No, where are you telling to go?”

Gilbert squinted his eyes while looking at the knife.

Even holding the reins looking at the knife is strange, yet that knife also suddenly stopped.

“Where are we going! Like this we will miss!”

Gilbert shouted while pounding the carriage.

The knife moved a little. In a hurry Gilbert held the reins.

Like that how far did one go.

Confirming the knife again, unlike before the knife roughly shook.

‘Where are you telling to go?’

Then, golden spark bounced around the knife.

At first the spark that was small thickened, and soon started bouncing indiscriminately.

“What?”

Gilbert squinted his eyes and slightly lifted the coat. It was a coat made of magic beast leather.

Soon—.

The fully thickened sparks surpassed the knife and blazed.

That was exactly like lightning.

Lightning striking downward inverted from the ground toward the sky—.

At the golden stem sprayed from the knife Tom screamed. Gilbert clicked his tongue and pulled Tom.

“Damien is waiting!”

Then, Galahad’s bizarre shout was heard.

Then the extended lightning slowly subsided. Soon it changed to a thick stem.

A golden line as if pressing the lightning tightly tightly extended long toward the front.

Exactly as if informing the direction—.

“What is this?”

At Gilbert’s muttering no one could answer.

“Youngest! Hold the reins properly!”

At Gilbert scolding Adrianne Tom came to senses.

Tom hurriedly took out the map.

If going according to that direction—.

‘Isn’t it Hellorb?’

Although the number of battalions reduced due to the long war with the demon race, originally there were more battalions in the North.

Hellorb was a city the now disappeared 15th Battalion was in charge of among them.

Once the largest city in the North, but a place destroyed by the demon races’ raid.

And that was a matter of very long ago.

It would be a place passed down as a ghost story now, yet why going there—.

However, the real ghost story was separate.

“Youngest, boring so try singing a bit.”

Tom was more scared of now than any ghost story.