Chapter 71

Chapter 71

Bar Quarrel

‘Hmm—.’

Galahad who crossed the door let out a groan.

Since the demon races gathered, he expected the mana density would be high.

The problem was that that density was higher than expected.

Thump! Thump!

The pill of pain violently responded. Every time breathing the heart roughly beat.

Comfort rushed. Exactly like a fish that was outside water returned to water—.

It was a familiar feeling.

‘It is Magic Realm.’

It was not like the Magic Realm the Black Magic Society opened in the 7th Battalion.

It was closer to the real Magic Realm entered with Adrianne before.

The mana density was thick to the extent of feeling sticky.

‘The North is also a spectacle.’

In a way it was a natural result.

It was the North that waged war with the demon race for long years.

The land was barren, and the empire also reduced support.

In that process the North’s decline was no different from decided.

Even so—.

‘I did not know there would be a demon race’s city.’

Galahad furrowed his eyes.

That there is a demon race’s city below was an unimaginable matter.

Dalkkeurak—.

The stupid helmet roughly shook.

It seemed quite shocked.

Galahad clicked his tongue and examined the surroundings.

Between the full ash, the city’s scenery entered the eyes.

Although the scale was smaller than a human city, it was not village level.

The buildings only had doors and no windows.

Exactly as if killing all color all around was achromatic color.

Then, a light floating like a lamp drew Galahad’s gaze.

At a glance it was like a mana lamp in the capital, but here was Magic Realm. There was no way a mana lamp would operate in thick density mana.

‘It is authority.’

Below that demon races were wandering, and that attire was impressive.

Some guy was completely bare, and another guy dressed like a Northern warrior. There was also a guy dressed like an ordinary farmer.

There was one common characteristic.

‘There is no expression.’

All were expressionless.

It felt like coming to a city made of dolls.

‘There are also humans.’

Behind the demon race there were ones desperately hiding expressions. The guys were following the demon race’s back closely. Exactly like a dog walking with the master—.

‘Quite many.’

That there are humans, he knew from hearing from the demon race.

However, what reaction the guys would show to the Special Mission Unit was unknown.

At that Galahad carefully examined the demon race’s reaction on the way coming.

The demon race had no interest in the Special Mission Unit Galahad brought.

Occasionally there were guys gulping saliva, but there was no particular action.

At that he also sprinkled mana, and sent greetings but the demon race was quiet.

That reason was clear.

‘They think of me as a demon race.’

Beyond simply thinking as a demon race they treated Galahad politely.

It seemed regarding Galahad as a quite high rank demon race.

It was clear the cheap egg’s growth influenced.

There was one more thing found out.

‘The demon race does not doubt each other.’

To speak accurately the demon race had no interest in each other.

‘Is it that they have no interest in each other.’

Galahad muttered softly.

Dalkkeurak—. Turning his head Adrianne was a little close. Through the helmet blue pupils were faintly seen.

It seemed warning that it is dangerous.

Correct words.

In an environment no different from Magic Realm the demon races were fully wandering.

Literally the situation of entering a demon race’s city.

‘This would be dangerous.’

If by any chance the identity is revealed, it was no different from being isolated in the demon race’s city.

However, a place that is not dangerous was rarer in the world.

One could not return from here.

“The plan—.”

A small voice was heard from behind. It was Gilbert. Surrounding gazes stuck at the same time.

The gazes of the demon races looking at Gilbert were quite prickly.

‘It seems like looking at a dog barking noisily.’

Anyway the human rights here seemed quite low.

“Close the mouth, human.”

Gilbert’s eyebrows furrowed. However, Gilbert closed his mouth without a word.

Only then the demon races’ gazes returned.

‘Hmm, this kind of feeling.’

Galahad nodded.

First, the most important thing was Damien.

‘One has to gather information first.’

Galahad moved without hesitation.

****

‘My god—.’

Tom sought god inside and firmly held the shield.

Wherever looking demon races were full. Stinging gazes were felt from all around.

The demon races were looking at them. Simply looking was also fearful, yet the demon race smacked their lips while looking at them.

Exactly as if delicious food is wandering—.

It was the feeling of being thrown between hungry beasts. Since the opponent was the demon race it was more dangerous than that.

Sweat continuously flowed on Tom’s back.

The other members’ states were also similar. The Special Mission Unit was more tightly bundled than usual. There was no choice.

Because demon races looking at them like food were all around—.

Actually the leading Galahad had no hesitation in steps.

To the extent a question of ‘does he know this place’s geography well?’ rose while looking.

‘What kind of person on earth.’

The appearance of the demon race who faced Galahad bowing his head and opening the door was still vivid in the eyes.

On top of that—.

‘Why does he look more excited than usual.’

Tom desperately swallowed the monologue.

What Tom could do was only looking at Galahad’s back and following.

The arrived place was a clean bar.

Ding—. A cheerful bell sound announced their entry.

The inside was a bar filled with black and gray. There were demon races here and there, and they were sitting one by one at tables.

Then. A neatly dressed demon race bowed his head to Galahad. The demon race’s gaze momentarily swept the Special Mission Unit.

The demon race who looked around the Special Mission Unit—.

“Will you drink right away?”

Asked while pointing at the Special Mission Unit.

Tom desperately swallowed the scream that almost burst, and firmly held the shield. Gwen softly hiccuped. Gilbert stepped half a step and held the sword hilt. Adrianne dalkkeuraked.

Then, Galahad stepped forward.

Looking at Galahad’s neat back Tom relieved.

‘No, here there is Captain Galahad. Fine—.’

He muttered to release the tension.

Then, Galahad opened his mouth.

“Oh, do you also extract right away?”

‘······?’

At Galahad’s peaceful question Tom softly trembled.

“Yes, as the price we take a little blood.”

“How much do you take?”

“About two out of ten.”

“You take a lot.”

At the appearance of chatting with the demon race Tom was scared in advance.

It seemed Galahad would point at Tom, and say ‘come, clap for Tom who worked hard until now. Finally saying he will soothe our thirst—.’

However, the matter Tom worried did not occur.

“Regrettable but, because they are things with separate use.”

“Ah, I see. I will guide to the seat.”

The demon race was polite to Galahad as if treating a noble.

Like that he followed the demon race and entered the bar.

In the bar there were cool men and beautiful women full.

At a glance it was a cool bar, but looking closely a cool feeling came.

No one laughed. The bar was quiet to the extent even the sound of breathing was heard, and the glass cups placed on the tables were full of red liquid.

Bottles containing red liquid were fully displayed on the wall.

Swearing it was a terrible bar.

“To think of taking around four.”

“That woman, looks fresh.”

Bizarre evaluations poured from all around.

The seat was a place with a round table carved from thick gray stone and hard chairs. Exactly in the middle of the bar.

All gazes of the bar were heading this way. Actually Galahad was leisurely as always.

Galahad who sat in the seat first looked around. He even did a hand greeting.

“What will you order?”

“What is there?”

“There is from 10 year aged to 30 year aged. If you wish there is also below that, but the price comes out quite a lot.”

‘10 year aged? 30 year aged?’

It was a conversation of unknown meaning, but quite ominous. Tom gulped dry saliva.

“Hmm—.”

“There is also male 6 year aged. Although the value is expensive, because that flavor is famous.”

The demon race said softly as if explaining high-class cooking.

Gilbert gritted his teeth with a padeudeuk—. Then the demon race’s gaze headed to them. Gilbert was holding the sword hilt. It seemed desperately enduring.

The demon race who saw Gilbert softly nodded.

“To think of taking around a knight—. Amazing. Knight’s blood is also excellent. Although the value goes out a bit less because ugly.”

Galahad slightly waved his hand. Gilbert tightly closed his mouth. That face was red as if about to burst.

The bar was quiet.

Everyone was looking this way.

It seemed the identity would be caught.

Tension fully rose.

Then—.

Galahad looked up at the demon race and opened his mouth.

“Is there no demon race’s blood?”

The demon race’s expression softly stiffened. Subsequently the demon race shook his head.

“······We do not handle that though.”

Galahad squinted his eyes.

“None?”

“Yes, we pursue gourmet.”

“Gourmet—.”

The corners of Galahad’s mouth rose. Then the demon race stepped back one step. Rather Galahad tilted forward.

“Do you also extract the demon race right away?”

“If you wish.”

“Good.”

The demon race nodded with a subtle expression.

At the sticky gazes of surrounding demon races Tom desperately lowered his eyes.

‘Why of all places a bar—.’

A bar was a place where fights frequently occur. Even in an ordinary bar quarrels are often caught, yet to think of entering a demon race’s bar—.

The possibility of a problem occurring was large.

Of course, the captain would have another thought but—.

The bar had plenty of elements for a problem to occur.

One might catch a quarrel picking a fault for a not particularly reason—.

“You, the eyes are not to my liking. How many glasses have you already drunk?”

At the conversation heard beside Tom softly trembled.

As worried it seemed a quarrel was caught. Tom urgently firmly held the shield. Soon when preparing for battle—.

He realized something strange.

‘Just now the voice is the captain’s though?’

At that Tom who turned his head softly opened his mouth.

As expected there was a quarrel.

The problem—.

It was not that a quarrel was caught.

“Are you saying let’s try once.”

It was that Galahad caught the quarrel.

****

‘As expected no interest.’

Galahad slightly looked around.

Even if openly catching a quarrel, there was no particular reaction.

Even the employee demon race showed no interest. It was an attitude as if it does not matter.

Thorough indifference.

‘Did one say group entity.’

Galahad recalled the story heard from Adrianne.

Usually the demon race did not move around bundled, and from upper-rank they form a group entity and live it was the story.

‘If not a group entity do they not put interest?’

It was a hypothesis one must confirm.

Galahad looked around the bar.

The number of demon races in the bar was a total of twelve.

Since there is Adrianne here, if by any chance an incident occurs it was a number one could cover.

Tok tok, Galahad quietly flicked his finger.

Galahad looked down at the demon race in front. The demon race quietly looked up at Galahad.

‘Can the demon race distinguish magic and authority.’

It was the last gateway to act as a demon race.

Although the demon races saw Galahad as a demon race, the problem was whether they see as a demon race even if Galahad uses magic.

Thinking of the demon races killed by Galahad saying demon race at the last moment, the possibility of not distinguishing authority and magic was large but—.

‘One has to make certain.’

It was not that Galahad caught a quarrel for nothing.

It was a step to confirm the above assumptions.

Galahad slightly turned to Adrianne. The stupid helmet dalkkeuraked.

He slightly gestured. Tom pounded Gilbert and Adrianne.

“Will you share the blood?”

Then, the demon race stood from the seat and asked. On the guy’s table there were plenty of drunk glasses.

“Who is good?”

“I am that—.”

Galahad slightly flicked his finger. An ice awl stuck in the guy’s chin. There was not even time to react.

The guy gurgled. Galahad flicked his finger again. One more ice awl stuck. The guy collapsed as is.

Galahad held the guy’s nape and looked around.

Still dry eyes.

‘The demon race is individualism.’

The corners of Galahad’s mouth twisted.

“Shall I extract?”

Then, a soft voice was heard from beside. It was the usual employee demon race.

‘Perfect.’

Galahad who confirmed the assumption nodded.

“I will ask.”

“Yes.”

The demon race waved his hand. A blunt flow of mana was felt.

The collapsed demon race largely shook, and flattened as if someone stepped.

‘It is authority.’

Blood poured. At that Galahad lifted the glass that was on the table. He shook the blood contained in the glass and stirred in the air.

Soon the glass filled.

Galahad looked at the surrounding demon races and poured into his mouth.

Only then the demon races’ gazes scattered. The sound of clicking the tongue was heard from here and there.

“Really vulgar taste.”

“To think of eating that vicious thing—.”

It was an interesting reaction.

The extraction ended quickly. What was a demon race was contained in a large glass bottle.

“Ah, please keep.”

“Sorry but, we do not handle cheap things.”

“Is that so? Hmm, one has to choose a new one.”

Galahad pointed at the sitting demon races one by one with his index finger. Co—ca—col—la—.

“I will store only this time.”

The demon race nodded and waved his hand. The full glass bottle went up to the empty place of the display shelf. It was the most corner place.

“Ah, will you tell a bit about the Proxel family?”

Galahad opened his mouth while putting down the glass.

The face of the demon race who was exchanging a warm conversation until just now stiffened.

Other demon races also hurriedly turned their heads more.

Exactly—.

‘A reaction as if asking about a high-rank noble.’

It seemed the influence of the guys called Proxel is larger than thought.

Then, the demon race carefully asked unlike before.

“···By any chance what relationship are you with the Proxel family?”

At that Galahad raised the corners of his mouth and—.

“It is my child’s original family.”

Answered confidently.

****

‘What is this···.’

Adrianne muttered while tidying the stuffy helmet.

Gazes of the demon race were felt from all around.

Currently Adrianne was between dozens of demon races.

‘How—.’

Even though seeing all the situation, she could not understand how she came this far.

As expected that cause—.

“There are really many demon races. I sent a letter to the Grand Duke saying I thought it was a demon race yard, but I have to correct. It was not a yard but the inner room.”

It was Galahad speaking calmly. Adrianne tok tok pounded the stuffy helmet. A dull sound was made.

“Ah, now one can speak. Because I wrapped magic.”

“It is dangerous. Even now—.”

“Shall we run away?”

“Please run away. I will take charge.”

Adrianne said while putting strength in the eyes.

The reason Adrianne did not draw the sword was because the others are in danger.

If not that, she would have drawn the sword long ago.

The number of demon races did not matter.

Because Adrianne was a sword that burns the demon race.

“Sorry but, haven’t we not found Damien yet. And one cannot leave only the woman in a date.”

“······It is not a situation to joke.”

“Joke. I am always sincere. I guarantee.”

At Galahad who suddenly became serious Adrianne was softly flustered.

‘Sincere—?’

It was a situation where all around are demon races.

A situation where life becomes dangerous even with a small mistake, yet saying date—?

“······It is a dangerous situation.”

“Originally a date has to induce tension. It is mistaking the promotion of heartbeat due to tension as love.”

“Yes?”

“There is such a thing. Ah, there it is.”

Galahad pointed to one side. At that end there was a building several times other things.

It was a mansion made of gray, and that exterior was very flashy as if imitating a noble’s castle. It was the mansion of the Proxel family heard from the demon race.

There was a large terrace on the upper side of the mansion.

There were demon races dressed like nobles on the terrace, and in the middle of that there was a familiar face.

It was Damien of the Special Mission Unit.

However, the appearance was quite different from when seeing before.

When in the Special Mission Unit it was a ragged boy, yet now it was an appearance wearing a high-class suit and even brushing the hair.

Noble like a child of a high-rank family.

In front of the boy, the long desk was full of appetizing dishes. From meat to starting glossy bread—. Dishes that would have considerable value even just looking were fully filled.

The boy was eating food indiscriminately.

The surrounding demon races were exactly like serving.

“Damien, he succeeded.”

At Galahad’s words Adrianne nodded.

The demon races served, and dishes were full. Grease glistened on the skinny boy’s face.

“But with material things one cannot fill the Special Mission Unit’s emotion. Damien, I will save soon. Wait a bit.”

Adrianne tilted her head.

‘It seems living better than before—.’

“I will save even if collapsing this city so do not worry!”

At the following Galahad’s words Adrianne somehow cooled.

Because sincerity was full in that voice—.