Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Demon Race City

Hellorb was a story passed down as a ghost story now.

It was a ghost story of that use of seating a newcomer on a dark night and giving vigilance about how terrible an existence the demon race is.

The content of the ghost story was simple.

A huge city was destroyed by the demon race in just one night, and after driving out the demon race, there were no survivors—.

In that process the huge city only left the site and no one looked for anymore.

If by any chance passing the surroundings, it was a ghost story that screams and laughter sounds are heard.

On top of that a city completely disappeared as a landslide even covered.

The problem—.

“Hey— youngest, I said try singing a bit.”

It was that a ghost story more terrible than Hellorb is unfolding right beside.

Adrianne’s helmet faced Tom. Some urgency was felt from that helmet.

Tom’s hair stood with a jjubut—.

“That··· didn’t you say the youngest cannot speak.”

“Ah, that was so. I just thought a taciturn guy.”

At Gilbert’s nod Tom stuck out his tongue.

Although Gilbert does not touch Damien or Gwen, whether because a knight successor he continuously touched Adrianne.

“I will sing instead!”

Tom urgently took out the instrument.

‘Well learned.’

Tom muttered softly and plucked the instrument. Because of quite effort the instrument sound was quite good.

To the extent Gilbert turns nerves from the youngest to Tom—.

Tom desperately started singing.

Looking at becoming a bit quiet, it seemed Gilbert was satisfied.

At that Tom who was singing more enthusiastically had no choice but to acknowledge that he looked down on Gilbert.

“While senior Tom is singing, the youngest should at least dance. No sense.”

At the sound of Gilbert clicking his tongue Tom could not endure and screamed long.

“Amazing high note.”

Gilbert clapped and admired.

Thanks to that Gilbert’s interest headed to Tom again.

To hold Gilbert’s interest, Tom shook even the hips while playing the instrument and singing.

It was Gilbert’s lifetime best performance.

Because this side was a place no different from an abandoned zone it was easy to lose the way, but Gilbert did not get confused.

Thanks to the golden line extended from the knife.

That thick line was extended long exactly as if marking the way.

Even if wanting to lose the way one could not lose.

“The North’s hero is not hidden even with a thick helmet— thick armor!”

Along with that Tom singing and even performing, the taste of holding the reins rose.

Gilbert laughed with a heuheu— and held the reins.

Then, the golden line suddenly shook.

That size instantly reduced.

Instantly the surroundings darkened again.

When there was no golden line one did not know, but having and disappearing it was quite uncomfortable.

Then, Gwen’s scream burst from the carriage.

“Ah··· no! I cannot anymore!”

“Then no choice. Greet Damien! Bye bye! Damien!”

“No! Bye bye— no! No!”

“Do not worry! I will process as industrial accident! The severance pay would also be thick!”

“Severance pay···? Ah··· no!”

The golden line became clear again.

Rather longer than before.

‘What on earth are they doing inside?’

Gilbert just held the reins.

****

“You worked hard.”

Galahad pounded the collapsed Gwen and got off the carriage.

Cool chill cooled Galahad’s heated heat.

Refreshing air mixed with moisture tickled the nose.

‘A city erased by the demon race.’

Galahad recalled the explanation heard from Tom and looked around.

As explained the remnants were here and there. Broken pillars and walls were scattered here and there. Looking only at that foundation it was thicker than the capital’s, yet whether unable to overcome the years it was worn here and there.

Among them the pillars remaining as if enduring occasionally weakly proved the former momentum.

Although traces collapsed or only the foundation remaining, since those were spread long and wide it was truly magnificent.

On top of that snow even piled with a sobok, it was a quite stylish appearance.

‘An excellent tomb.’

Galahad put the cigarette in his mouth.

‘Cut.’

Galahad tidied the knife. Even if injecting mana into the knife there was no reaction.

It was clear some matter occurred to the target’s medium.

“Where are we going now!”

Gilbert asked in a high voice. At that Galahad lit the cigarette. Smoke mixed with breath drew a line long.

“From now one has to look.”

“Yes?”

Galahad slightly waved his hand and examined the surroundings.

The tracking magic suddenly cut. It was clear something is there.

Galahad waved his hand and sprinkled mana. Although sprinkled quite far, there was no particular reaction.

‘Cutting my tracking magic—.’

The tracking magic connecting medium and medium was a quite sensitive magic.

If even a little abnormality occurs to the medium, it was easy to twist.

Experienced agents hung magic in layers in preparation for such cases.

Galahad’s tracking magic was triple.

‘There was no reaction at all.’

Such Galahad’s tracking magic disappeared as if erased.

It was one of two. The opponent’s magic skill is superior to Galahad, or the demon race’s authority.

‘It would be the latter.’

“Sir Gilbert, will you go up there a bit.”

Galahad pointed at the pillar standing tall between the collapsed ruins.

“Yes? Yes.”

Gilbert went up to the pillar without asking the reason. Even wearing armor that action was quite agile. Looking from afar it was like a stag beetle.

Gilbert who stood at the end of the pillar looked around.

“There is nothing! Ruins! Ruins!”

Even if an abandoned city it was a patrol range. If something was seen with the naked eye, it would have been caught in the patrol.

Raising Gilbert was for confirmation.

‘Did he cut here and move? No, if so there should be the trace of the medium.’

Galahad quickly retraced the situation.

Looking at there being no trace of the medium at all, it was clear Damien still has it.

Yet one cannot track—.

“Strange.”

“What.”

Gilbert who returned at some point asked. Sweat was full on Gilbert’s forehead.

“There is no trace at all. Did he go up to the sky.”

“Hey, there is none in the sky. I confirmed.”

At Gilbert’s answer full of confidence Galahad squinted his eyes.

At that the moment trying to say one word—.

“I directly confirmed. Certainly there is none in the sky. If sunk into the ground it sank—.”

‘Sunk into the ground—?’

Galahad muttered softly.

Unexpectedly plausible.

If going down underground, the no trace remaining was explained.

“I see, it was underground.”

“Yes? No, it is a joke.”

“I am serious.”

Gilbert made a subtle expression.

“Are we digging the ground?”

“No, one has to find the hidden passage.”

“Although hidden, how do we find.”

“Oh, what Sir Gilbert would think, I did not know.”

“······Are you teasing?”

“Correct.”

Galahad waved his hand and blocked Gilbert’s words.

“If the demon race is underground, and did the act of erasing my tracking magic, that side’s mana density would be high. Because the demon race likes high mana.”

“Aha, I see.”

“Did you understand?”

“Yes, well roughly—.”

“Sir Gilbert, you furrow the nose when lying.”

Galahad clicked his tongue and flicked his finger. A mana arrow rose. He slightly remembered that size.

If there is a separate passage the demon races use, and there is something that erases the tracking magic there, it was clear the mana density would be high.

“No, with this in what time do we find.”

Gilbert grumbled softly. Amusing, but correct words.

To find the passage with mana density comparison through mana arrows the ruins’ area was too wide. In contrast time was urgent—.

Then, a stupid helmet was seen in the eyes. It was Adrianne.

Adrianne was feeding fodder to the horse. Even wearing the gauntlet the hand touching the horse was careful.

‘Ah, there was Adrianne.’

Galahad recalled that he informed magic detection to Adrianne before.

“Sir Gilbert, have I said?”

“What.”

“That the youngest is a dog nose.”

“Yes?”

“Very a dog nose.”

*

Dalkkeurak. Dalkkeurak. Dalkkeurak—.

Adrianne wearing a stupid helmet diligently ran around.

That running speed was faster than an ordinary horse.

To think of being able to confirm the mana density while running at such a speed—.

Galahad softly admired.

Dalkkeurak.

Soon Adrianne stopped. It was in front of the most intact pillar among the places where thick pillars were scattered here and there.

It was a form where both sides collapsed with the pillar as the center. Although a shape like a door, there was nothing behind.

Although a shape one would pass saying just a bit amazingly overturned—, the mana arrow on Galahad’s finger was very slightly smaller than before.

‘Really found.’

“Well done, youngest.”

Dalkkeurak.

Gilbert pounded Adrianne’s pauldron. The stupid helmet urgently looked at Tom. Tom slightly turned Gilbert to the side.

Galahad examined the inside of the pillar. Something looking like a picture was drawn.

At a glance graffiti, but amazingly there was the form of a magic circle.

‘This··· amazing.’

While connecting the principle of the magic circle, to think of drawing so that form looks like a picture—. This was not a simple magic circle but a work.

‘Similar to the magic beast tamer’s magic circle. Is it a remnant of the Dema War?’

Although the form was similar to the magic beast tamer’s, that foundation was completely different.

It was a new magic circle never seen. Interest fully rose.

Anyway it seemed this is the cause of the tracking magic cutting.

Although an old era magic circle, since decorating that in picture form it was more difficult.

To the extent even Galahad hard to understand. Galahad analyzed using the experience of interpreting the magic beast tamer’s magic circle.

‘It is a magic circle that opens with the demon race’s blood.’

This magic circle required higher density blood than the magic beast tamer’s magic circle.

In other words, it demanded the demon race’s blood.

‘Northern guys would absolutely not be able to enter.’

From the beginning the North that does not even know what a magic circle is.

If not Galahad, one would absolutely not have discovered.

He opened one water bottle received from Adrianne. With a cheerful sound a disgusting blood smell blew.

Thump! Thump!

‘Didn’t you eat earlier.’

Thump! Thump!

‘If continuously like that Adrianne will say this guy—.’

Galahad who quietly made the pill of pain quiet poured the water bottle’s blood on the magic circle.

The demon race’s blood painted the magic circle red. Subsequently the magic circle vibrated a little.

Galahad slightly stepped back. In front of that Adrianne guarded.

“Reliable.”

Dalkkeurak—.

Subsequently the space between the pillars was pushed. Gugugung! As the sound of stone scraping was made a dark space appeared.

That—.

“Found.”

It was a staircase wide to the extent four men could walk side by side.

The staircase thickly laid with darkness was exactly like an entrance heading to hell.

Galahad flicked the cigarette with his finger.

The cigarette rolled with a tok tok— and illuminated the darkness.

The cigarette that rolled for a long time subsided.

“It seems really a demon race’s city.”

Although Galahad recited a joke, no one could laugh.

Galahad clicked his tongue softly and newly took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

He slightly turned behind.

Stiffened members were seen.

“From here only I will speak. Now you are all mute. This Sir Gilbert, didn’t I say mute. Close the mouth.”

At the quieted members Galahad raised the corners of his mouth, and put his foot on the staircase.

How far did one walk. A presence was felt from the front. Galahad who gathered mana flicked his finger without hesitation.

Tak, with a small sound a low groan was heard.

Galahad sprinkled mana. He grasped that form and advanced.

A demon race with an ice awl stuck in the neck had collapsed. Although the neck was pierced, the guy was expressionless.

‘It is a lowest-rank demon race.’

Galahad pressed the guy’s arm with his foot and held the nape. Blood poured with a ulkeok. A dirty smell fully blew.

The demon race looked up at Galahad. In those eyes there was not even a small fear.

“Demon race—?”

The sound of air escaping was heard.

“Wrong answer.”

Galahad put his hand on the guy’s temple and unfolded mental type magic. The demon race’s eyes became hazy.

“Is here a demon race’s city?”

“That—.”

The demon race’s eyes twisted. Again a mental barrier.

‘The preparation against mental type is considerable.’

However, it was a matter experienced once before.

Galahad without hesitation poked his finger into the guy’s temple. An unpleasant resistance was felt, and one knuckle of the finger entered.

Keuaek—. The demon race burst a low groan. Pain rose.

“Is it a demon race’s city?”

Nod.

“Is there also a human inside?”

Nod.

“I see, have you seen the group that took a skinny boy?”

Nod.

Galahad quickly organized the situation.

Finishing the calculation he pulled the demon race’s nape.

He asked while placing the demon race’s eyes right in front.

“Do I look like a demon race?”

······Nod.

The guy sniffed and nodded.

Then, the demon race’s head swelled. Galahad clicked his tongue and stepped back one step.

A stupid looking helmet appeared in front of Galahad.

It was Adrianne.

Pang! With a cheerful sound the burst flesh was sprayed. Although Adrianne who was in between was hit squarely, Adrianne did not shake at all.

“This the situation is fun.”

Galahad wiped the blood on his forehead.

‘Regarding me as a demon race.’

The possibility that it is because of the pill of pain was high. Looking at sniffing, because of drinking blood or—.

Whichever of the two one could sufficiently use.

Along with that that there is also a human—.

‘A demon race can take a human in.’

Then, the stupid helmet stared at Galahad.

Galahad deeply drank the cigarette and nodded.

The calculation finished.

“This anyway it seems we came to a real demon race’s city.”

A fragrant lemon scent blew.

The stupid helmet dalkkeuraked. Because Adrianne with a clear character one could predict what she is saying.

“Is it that one has to return and request support?”

Dalkkeurak—.

Galahad slightly turned behind. Gilbert holding the sword upright, Gwen crying with full tension and Tom holding a shield—.

Although each different expressions, there was no sign of stepping back at all.

Adrianne’s opinion that one has to request support was reasonable.

However—.

“Sorry but, there is no leeway to wait for support. Along with that one cannot fully believe the Grand Duke.”

Dalkkeurak?

Fluster was felt beyond the stupid helmet.

“Ah, to speak accurately it is that one cannot believe the Grand Duke’s eyes and ears. No matter how the demon race is careful, a demon race’s city is another story.”

······.

The stupid helmet stopped as is.

Although a bit dangerous story, Galahad believed Adrianne’s character. No, he fully understood.

Then, Gilbert raised his hand. At Gilbert gaping Galahad clicked his tongue softly and nodded.

“Now one can speak.”

“Looking at there being guards from here, the lower side would be more strict.”

It was a question not matching Gilbert.

From the magic circle, to the demon race standing in front of the entrance—. The guys were quite guarding against intrusion.

The method to pierce that—.

“There is a method.”

“···Yes?”

“Come, everyone concentrate.”

Galahad tapped the cigarette. Everyone’s gazes stuck at the same time.

“It is right in front of the demon race’s city. Probably with a high probability dangerous. If there is one who wants to return one can return. Yes, Gwen. Speak.”

“Is Damien inside!”

“With a high probability that would be.”

“Bad demon race! Let’s go right now!”

At Gwen’s vigorous shout Galahad laughed softly.

“Come, everyone hold out the wrist.”

Galahad tilted the water bottle against the members’ wrists.

“After rubbing the wrist, bring under the ear and rub.”

So that the blood smell spreads very thickly—.

*

Gulp—.

Tom looked around and swallowed dry saliva.

A little away a huge magic beast passed while growling with an eureureung—.

The problem was the point that one has to act calmly even placing the magic beast beside.

It was not only the magic beast.

‘Are these all demon races—?’

Here and there there were pretty and handsome ones. Although everyone had flashy appearance and neat attire, there was no expression. Exactly as if no emotion—.

Lowering the eyes as much as possible was all Tom could do.

Gilbert was in the state of half drawing the sword. Even that Adrianne was holding the sword hilt.

Although everyone was fully tense, actually the leading Galahad was leisurely.

Even exchanged greetings with the demon race in the middle.

The magic beast avoided Galahad.

Soon arrived at a huge door. Although a door made by carving thick stone, bizarre patterns were fully drawn on the surface.

“I want to steal.”

At Galahad’s serious monologue Tom swallowed dry saliva.

In front of the door there was a huge magic beast with two heads, and the demon race threw something to the magic beast as if giving food.

It was flesh. Blood dropping with a tok tok—.

At the magic beast tearing very deliciously Tom desperately endured the rising nausea.

The demon race who was giving flesh to the magic beast turned his head this way.

It was a demon race neatly dressed like a noble. Yet skulls were dangling on that waist. Exactly as if a noble boasting jewels—.

Galahad approached the demon race as if nothing.

Gazes from all around stuck at the same time.

‘Ended. Really ended.’

Tom screamed inside.

Galahad and the demon race stood facing.

The magic beast beside the demon race sniffed at Galahad. Then slightly stepped back.

Galahad leisurely greeted while looking at the demon race.

“You are working hard.”

Exactly as if exchanging greetings with the castle gate’s guard—.

‘······Is that the plan?’

Tom screamed inside, and firmly held the shield.

Gilbert slightly drew the sword.

At the risen tension it seemed the heart would burst.

Then—.

“Welcome.”

The demon race bowed his head and opened the door.

“Thank you.”

Galahad passed the door as if nothing.

‘······?’