Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Ppop

“At least over a hundred. It is dangerous.”

Galahad slightly raised his head.

Gilbert’s face was expressionless like when first meeting.

Galahad quietly tapped the cigarette.

It was a small room in the bar. Because the demon race does not sleep there was no separate bed.

The demon race sipped human blood instead of sleep.

To the demon race human was a precious nap, and food, and also water that soothes thirst. The demon race was the predator of human.

Galahad deeply drank the cigarette and examined Gilbert.

“One has to retreat. One has to request support and enter again.”

Amusingly Gilbert’s voice was calm. Befitting a knight who rolled on the front line.

Tendons were fully risen on Gilbert’s neck. Gilbert was angry. Yet he insisted on retreat.

“Not befitting Sir Gilbert sound.”

“One has to retreat. The captain’s safety is the top priority.”

“No, is it befitting Sir Gilbert sound.”

“It is not the time to joke—.”

“Sir Gilbert.”

Galahad flicked the fully bloomed cigarette. The mana cigarette became powder and fluttered. What remained was all flat paper.

“Yes.”

Gilbert answered while looking at Galahad with eyes fully putting strength.

“I have no thought of giving up Damien.”

“But—.”

“My words have not ended yet. Will you listen first?”

At Galahad’s words Gilbert nodded.

“Thank you. Speaking again, Damien is important. Gwen or Tom is also the same. It is not the kind of thing one can give up.”

Gilbert nodded again. Then Gilbert suddenly felt a question.

‘Was my name there just now—?’

“Come, the number of demon races is exactly one hundred ninety seven. Among them the number of the Proxel family that took Damien is a total of thirty one, and the competing family, the Vans family is twenty five.”

Gilbert’s mouth opened a little.

“Do not ask how I found out. Because it is my business secret.”

Gilbert looked at Galahad’s back. There three demon races with holes pierced in the neck had collapsed. Those corpses were skinny dry. Exactly as if the employee demon race did earlier—.

‘Did the employee demon race come up?’

“Yet the relationship between the two families was not good. And that considerably—. Isn’t it funny? That the demon race does a hegemony struggle.”

Galahad laughed low. Gilbert could not laugh along.

“The important thing is that the demon race is group entity-ism. There is no interest at all about demon races that are not one’s own group entity. For example even if openly pulling the neck of a lowest-rank demon race that could not form a group entity no one cares. Although expressed as a city, here there is no law or rule.”

Galahad coughed softly. Lemon scent tickled Gilbert’s nose. Saliva fully turned at the refreshing scent.

“Come, the calculation became much simpler. What we will face is—.”

Galahad turned the long index finger with a binggeul—. Gilbert gulped saliva.

“Only thirty one.”

“‘···Only’ to say isn’t it too many?”

“Befitting Sir Gilbert sound. Who catches thirty one directly stupidly?”

“Yes? Then how do we catch?”

“Didn’t I say earlier. There is a competing family.”

Gilbert squinted his eyes. Why on earth there is a competing family—.

“We will enter the Vans family. Loyalty—. Vans!”

Galahad put his hand on his forehead. Even looking at Gilbert it was a polite salute with no part to point out.

The problem was the target of the salute.

In other words now—.

The question of ‘are you saying you will enter a demon race family—?’ he desperately swallowed.

Because it seemed Galahad would nod.

“Ah, it is a joke.”

Gilbert burst the held breath.

Yes, no matter how Galahad there was no way he would enter a demon race family.

‘Would be so?’

“The thing to be careful is one.”

At the following words Gilbert missed the timing to speak.

“The city’s ruler, as long as one does not stimulate only that guy it is fine.”

“Is there a guy called ruler?”

“They say a very terrible guy. Since the heads of the group entities in the city all listen to the guy’s orders, if stimulating the guy one will fight the city. Regrettable but···.”

‘Regrettable but—?’

Gilbert tilted his head whether what he heard just now is correct.

Then, the door opened and thick armor entered.

It was the youngest Noad stuffy just looking.

“Come, first let’s move. Ah, everyone please be quiet. If really wanting to speak raise your hand.”

At that everyone tightly— closed their mouths.

Galahad satisfactorily raised the corners of his mouth.

****

The demon race’s city was full of burnt smell and acrid ash.

Although an environment one has no choice but to cough, Galahad felt refreshment.

Demon races wandered all around. The amazing thing was that even a lower-rank demon race had a mental barrier erected.

Exactly, as if guarding against mental magic—.

‘Thinking of a mental type demon race as an enemy?’

There was a possibility. However, because it was not important now he passed to the back.

In the demon race’s city there was no rule or law. There was also no concept of a guard unit.

If a human city was so, it would have become a mess long ago yet the demon race city was quiet.

Galahad who was looking around the demon race city realized a few facts.

First—.

“Hmm!”

A passing demon race caused a seizure and stepped back. It was an attitude as if seeing dirty shit. In front of that there was Adrianne.

‘The demon race fiercely avoids Adrianne. Is it instinct?’

If Adrianne approaches, the demon race is disgusted and steps back.

Whether never received such a reaction until now, Adrianne was the look of severely flustered. Adrianne’s stupid helmet stared at Galahad.

“Should have washed a bit.”

Injustice was seen in the blue pupils seen through the stupid helmet.

Dalkkeurak! Galahad laughed softly and turned his head.

The demon race instinctively disliked Adrianne.

Contrary to that—.

“Hmm, do you have no thought of selling that female arm? I will properly give the value.”

“I will give more. Sell to me.”

Gwen’s popularity was amazing. Wherever going the demon races drooled and followed. It was a reaction as if seeing a tremendously delicious dish.

Although Tom raised the shield and blocked in front of Gwen, the demon race’s gaze hardly fell. They continuously presented the value to Galahad.

At that Galahad—.

“How much are you thinking of giving?”

“······?!”

Gwen’s eyes became large as if tearing. She urgently gaped her mouth.

“Well trained! I will specially give even five young boys.”

“I seven.”

“Hmm, insufficient.”

Checking the market price Gwen was roughly between ten to twelve young boys.

The demon race used humans instead of currency. A young boy was the feeling of a gold coin, and an adult man was the feeling of 1 silver.

Ppeokum ppeokum—.

Gwen urgently raised her right hand. Tom and Gilbert also raised following.

“I just looked into.”

Galahad clicked his tongue and waved his hand.

Walking with Adrianne at the front, the demon race’s approach subsided.

Like that walking a bit more arrived at the aimed place.

There was a mansion similar to the Proxel family’s. However, that size was smaller and shabbier.

It was the Vans family that competes with the Proxel family.

‘Vans—.’

The number of the Proxel family was many. Although numbers did not matter to Galahad, the problem was that the opponent is the demon race.

The demon race was sensitive to mana. Even if lower-rank they were very sensitive to the extent of reacting to Galahad’s magic.

One could not secretly enter a place with such demon races and bring Damien. Rather entering a mansion with a hundred knights was easier for Galahad.

Even if that is possible, he had no thought of secretly bringing.

Such a matter was the law of processing neatly at first.

Yet fighting head-on was also somewhat dangerous.

The Proxel family’s authority was gathering the remaining demon races’ power to one guy.

Entering such guys’ mansion first was quite a dangerous matter.

Then, Gilbert raised his right hand. Galahad clicked his tongue and flicked his finger.

“One can speak.”

“What will you do.”

Earlier Gilbert who said let’s retreat, now was fully emitting heat. Befitting Gilbert.

“I am thinking of inducing conflict.”

“Inducing conflict······?”

“It is the plan of attacking the Proxel family and leaving the Vans family’s trace.”

Since two families whose relationship is not good, the fire would grow quickly.

“Is it possible to make as the Vans family’s raid?”

It was a natural question. The demon race fought with each authority. One could not leave a trace simply by leaving a sword wound.

To induce misunderstanding, one had to copy the authority.

Galahad looked at Gwen. Gwen was fully shrunken.

“Don’t we have the popular woman Gwen.”

“······Yes? Me?”

“Yes, you.”

Gwen’s face trembled a little. There was not even a nose of confidence.

Before when giving the pill of pain’s ‘meal’ to Gwen, Gwen had imitated authority. Although to a bad degree in an instant, that degree was sufficient.

Because what Galahad hopes for from Gwen is that imitation.

“I believe you.”

“······Me? Why?”

“One has to do the value of receiving ten times the salary.”

Gwen’s eyes shook. Galahad laughed with a keul keul and turned his head.

Although the Vans family was shabbier than the Proxel family, one could not touch recklessly for that.

In such a problem being as quiet and secret as possible was important.

He was thinking of catching a few Vans family demon races wandering outside and showing to Gwen.

If Gwen imitates the authority even a little, it was the plan of leaving the trace of the Vans side authority on the Proxel family’s demon race and inducing conflict.

Yet there was a problem.

‘The Vans family guys are tighter than thought.’

The Vans family’s demon races were not wandering outside.

The guys only stood guard in front of the gate, and did not move.

Yet touching in the Vans family’s area was quite dangerous.

There was a need to lure outside.

That method as expected···.

“Come, Gwen. It is a honey trap.”

“······Yes?! Me?!”

“Yes, it is boasting your beauty that the demon races drool.”

“I am cutely shaped though!”

“No, it is clear you are a beauty to the demon race.”

“Praise··· is it?”

“Right, popular with the demon race—. Really envious. It is a necessary matter to save Damien.”

“I will try!”

Gwen nodded with a face filled with determination.

“I will only believe you.”

When slightly pushing the back, Gwen softly shouted ‘aja!’ and headed to the demon race. Those steps roughly trembled. It was like a newly born foal.

At that laughing softly, the back of the head was stinging. Turning his head the stupid helmet was staring at Galahad.

Dalkkeurak—.

Then, the demon race’s head turned with a hwik—.

The two guys sniffed at the same time. Saliva long flowed around the guys’ mouths. For imitating a noble it was a quite undignified appearance.

Gwen stood a little away. The demon races continuously flinched. It seemed desperately enduring wanting to charge at Gwen right away. Quite well trained guys.

However, that did not last that long.

“Ah··· hello?”

The moment Gwen greeted while sobbing, the demon races moved one step. The demon race first left the gate.

‘Sit.’

Galahad tightly pressed the heart. The pill of pain jumped with a tung tung as if pouting softly.

After eating the previous egg the taste became picky. The lowest-rank demon race’s blood was rather to the extent of tue tue—.

Only grumbling softly there was no resistance. Because Adrianne was right beside.

Soon the running became dull. Galahad gathered mana. The pill of pain also slowly moved as if responding.

The demon race instinctively thought of Galahad as a high rank demon race. Roughly looking into it seemed seeing as about mid-rank to upper-rank.

Galahad stuffed mana into the pill of pain again.

Galahad who forcibly gathered mana slightly turned behind.

The stupid helmet and Gilbert holding the sword hilt, Tom holding out the shield were looking at Galahad.

Galahad looked at them fully stiffened and asked.

“Do not step forward until I call. This is an order.”

Galahad who said firmly headed to Gwen.

At some point the demon races were close to Gwen. The demon races held out their hands to Gwen. Those hands trembled a little. It was rapture.

“This this is mine.”

Galahad held the demon race’s hand heading to Gwen.

The demon race’s gaze headed to Galahad. The demon race’s pupils that were loosened became clear.

Galahad slightly poured mana. Calculating the returning repulsive force, he adjusted the mana density. Soon he matched mana to an appropriate level. The time taken for that was a moment.

‘The skill of handling mana increased more.’

Galahad purely admired his own talent. Then meeting eyes with the demon race he clicked his tongue.

“Will you wipe the saliva a bit. Dirty.”

The demon races’ faces furrowed. The demon races’ eyes were stuck on Gwen. The guys smacked their lips.

The demon race unlike before did not ask the price. Instead they made even more sinister eyes.

Probably it seemed they looked as an appropriate demon race to the guys.

‘Succeeded.’

Galahad pulled Gwen and turned back.

He headed to the alley looked at in advance. He urged the steps. In a city with an already gloomy atmosphere anyway an alley, it blew a very excellent atmosphere.

Gulp.

At the sound of swallowing saliva heard from behind Galahad intuited that he succeeded.

A cool feeling rushed from behind.

“Look clearly. If making a mistake Damien becomes sorry Damien.”

“Sorry Damien···?! Yes?!”

Galahad flicked his finger. At that a compressed barrier rose in front of Galahad.

Something pounded the barrier.

‘This—.’

It was a barrier made with quite compressed mana.

Such a barrier was torn in an instant.

Galahad gauged the torn position and trace.

That was very sharply honed mana.

‘It is arrow form.’

At the hot pain felt from the shoulder Galahad’s eyes narrowed.

It was an authority first seen. Compared to the density that cutting power was excellent.

‘Is it an authority solely for attack.’

Galahad slightly turned behind.

Gwen’s eyes were large as if tearing. Gwen’s face was painted red with Galahad’s blood.

Gwen unfolded magic according to emotion. To raise such Gwen’s ability, touching emotion was efficient.

For example the captain being helplessly hit by an attack in front—.

“Are you okay?!”

At Gwen’s desperate voice Galahad nodded.

“Gwen—, come back.”

Galahad pushed Gwen to the side. Although behind Galahad, it was a position where the guys’ authority could be clearly seen.

“Ah······.”

“Look clearly.”

The demon race stepped. Galahad flicked his finger.

The barrier was torn again.

Gwen’s face became even redder. A small scream burst. But Galahad’s nerves were focused on the front.

‘Interesting. Is it the origin of mana arrow?’

Galahad examined the hole pierced in the shoulder. The wound was deep.

Mana arrow was a very basic magic. Because the power was worse than an arrow it was a magic not even classified as attack use.

Yet when the demon race unfolds that power was different.

‘Rather than compression it is the feeling of honing mana.’

Mana is not some iron and honing not compression—. It was a new concept. Galahad’s head spun tightly—.

‘Interesting.’

The corners of Galahad’s mouth fully rose.

He put full strength in the eyes. It was to prevent missing this enjoyment by blinking the eyes.

The arrow pounded the barrier again. The more strongly compressed barrier was simply torn again.

‘The continuous shooting speed is considerable. Really like mana arrow.’

Although hot pain was felt again from the shoulder, the corners of Galahad’s mouth rather rose.

Honing mana—.

Galahad could not endure and laughed out loud.

*

A small hole was pierced in the huge back.

Hot blood wet Gwen’s face.

Galahad did not shake at all.

Gwen thought Galahad would solve somehow.

Because it was Galahad.

Yet that Galahad was shedding blood.

It was to protect in front of Gwen.

‘Sir Gilbert—. Tom—.’

Gwen looked around, but no one was seen.

Only thick ash like hell was all.

One could not expect anyone’s help.

Then—.

“Heuheu······.”

A low groan burst from the front. The huge back roughly shook.

To think that Captain Galahad is flowing a groan—.

Gwen’s heart roughly sank.

‘How to do that—.’

Gwen somehow put strength in the eyes and glared at the demon race.

Although concentrating to the extent tears flow from the eyes, nothing was seen.

Only something flying and engraving a hole on Galahad was all.

It was Gwen who even magic is difficult.

How on earth to imitate the demon race’s power—.

[Hold my hand. I will give infinite power.]

Thump, a sweet voice was heard. It was a soft voice exactly like an angel’s.

That was a sound from Galahad’s back. To speak accurately, from the hole engraved on the back—.

[Hold my hand. I will give you power. Worship me.]

It was a clearer voice than before.

[Your desperation reached me.]

Although felt a bit dangerous, it was not the situation to cover.

Gwen bit her lips and moved her hand.

Ppop.

Gwen’s finger stuck into Galahad’s back.