Chapter 73

Chapter 73

Cheop cheop

‘Mana arrow—.’

Galahad’s eyes shone coolly.

Not compressing mana, but honing sharply—.

‘Exactly like the rank of magic.’

Originally magic was a method of adding strokes.

If 1st rank mana arrow is moving mana, 2nd rank fire arrow is adding the stroke of attribute to mana arrow. For example 3rd rank fireball is adding the stroke of weight to fire arrow—.

Like that it was a method of rising as strokes are added to the rank.

Although simply expressed as stroke, it was not a light concept.

High rank magic ate the magic of the rank below that.

Although mana density was involved in magic, no matter how an ordinary mage compresses, it was not to the extent of surpassing the rank.

Because of that to a mage the rank was an absolute status. It was the stage dividing mages.

Yet that demon race honed mana arrow.

‘No, that would be the origin.’

Honing was not adding a stroke. It was an additional element like mana compression.

If an ordinary mage one would not have cared.

Because mages only clung to raising the rank—.

However, a mage who reached a high position knew that that residual skill cuts a moment.

Galahad was an excellent mage.

‘Honing mana.’

He recalled the feeling of just now. It was Galahad who even got hit on the shoulder on purpose to realize that.

Looking at the small pierced hole he recalled the concept of honing.

Compression was the feeling of pressing mana. Then honing—.

‘It is sharpening sharply like a sword.’

Even knowing the concept it was not understood.

How does one hone mana. Mana was a formless thing—.

‘Just one more time.’

Galahad stepped one step without knowing himself. Then the demon race furrowed his eyebrows.

“Can’t you make a bit sharper?”

“Bluff is—.”

Although seriously requesting, the demon race fully furrowed his face as if insulted.

Still whether there was effect, he waved his hand more roughly than before. Exactly like throwing a dagger.

Galahad concentrated without even blinking his eyes. The sprinkled mana visualized the guy’s authority moment by moment.

Soon— the barrier was lightly pierced.

‘This was it.’

The corners of Galahad’s mouth fully rose.

Then—.

‘Hmm?’

Intense pain rose from the back.

At that slightly turning his head, Gwen was glaring at the front with a face as if about to cry right now.

Gwen’s finger was stuck in Galahad’s back.

“What are you······.”

Gwen instead of answering swung the opposite hand. Exactly like throwing a dagger—.

Small holes were pierced in the demon race’s shoulder and thigh. As blood poured with a walkak, the demon race staggered.

Galahad who saw that had large eyes.

What Galahad wanted from Gwen was about simple imitation degree.

Yet what Gwen unfolded now···.

‘It is real authority.’

It was authority not a stroke. Exactly the same as the guys’.

Because used using the pill of pain the power was rather better than the guys’.

“Excellent! Gwen! Really amazing!”

“Yes?! Yes···.”

“One can have confidence. Look at the pierced hole there. It is perfect authority. Superior to my expectation. However, the aiming was a bit regrettable. The guys’ authority is the same as an arrow. Sharp and fast but that range is narrow. How should one do to use an arrow effectively?”

“I··· do not know.”

“One has to aim at the vital point. For example—. Come this way. Ah, first do not pull out the finger.”

Gwen was dragged to Galahad without knowing herself. Galahad stood in front of the collapsed demon race. And pointed at the demon race and explained.

“For example in the case of this demon race aiming at the neck or heart or crotch is effective.”

“······Eh?”

“Come, try again.”

“Uup—.”

Gwen turned her head with a hwaek—. At that Galahad clicked his tongue softly.

“Yes, I will do the cleanup.”

Galahad slightly turned his gaze to the demon race.

Although the demon race was struggling, there was no fear in that expression. Desire toward Gwen was still full.

‘Zombie-like.’

Galahad squatted in front of the guy and shook his finger.

“Thank you, it was a good teaching.”

“···Teaching?”

The demon race fully furrowed his eyes. Looking at that Galahad raised the corners of his mouth.

“This is the price of that.”

Galahad briefly chanted a formula. Although a formula that consumes considerable mana and used only when necessary, now he wanted to use for nothing.

“Hellfire.”

Soon a small fireball rose on Galahad’s finger.

Galahad flicked his finger forward.

“It is all thanks to your teaching.”

While saying so and sincerely expressing gratitude to Galahad—.

“I never taught such a thing······.”

The demon race shouted as if convulsing. Of course, because burnt by fire he could not finish the words.

“Ah, thank you once again.”

Galahad expressed gratitude again toward the guy who became ash.

Around that time Gwen stopped retching. Galahad looked at Gwen and asked.

“Can you unfold?”

“If receiving help.”

“Help?”

Thump! Thump!

“That········· it says leave one hole?”

At Gwen’s request Galahad squinted his eyes. No matter how a mage leaving the hole as is—.

‘No, already filled.’

There was dark red flesh in the hole. It was the pill of pain.

One has to properly catch this habit once.

Galahad hid his true heart and nodded.

“Are you okay!”

At the urgent voice turning his head, Gilbert and Adrianne were there. Tom was packing the demon race’s blood from behind that.

Okay—.

At Gilbert’s question Galahad laughed with a keul keul.

“Very good.”

Galahad tightly pressed Gwen’s round head and raised the corners of his mouth.

Dalkkeurak.

****

“To the demon race human blood is a meal and sleep and a sweet drink.”

Adrianne quietly looked at Galahad explaining.

Galahad received demon race treatment from the demon race. The demon races treated Galahad. Along with that he moved as if knowing the demon race city well, and just now—.

‘It was the demon race’s power.’

Is that also magic. Adrianne received a subtle feeling.

Galahad was a man one cannot know more the more one knows.

“Looking into, humans were supplying blood. Like merchants.”

Galahad pointed to the front. In a distant place there was a building particularly large than other places. In front of that several men were chatting,

‘Blood smell—.’

A smell familiar to Adrianne fully blew.

“Looking into the guard was quite strict. Anyway blood seems the most popular occupation. The Proxel family’s is two.”

Galahad was still leisurely. As if the current situation is nothing.

“Come, the plan is simple. It is neatly destroying the Proxel family’s blood warehouse. And leaving the Vans family’s trace. Is there a curious point?”

It was not simple at all. Gilbert raised his hand high.

“How do we enter?”

“How do we enter. Really befitting Sir Gilbert thought.”

Gilbert tightly closed his mouth. Galahad openly clicked his tongue.

Adrianne slightly lowered the hand she half raised.

“Naturally entering as a guest.”

“······Yes?”

Entering as a guest—. Galahad was certain that the demon race would see himself as a demon race.

Adrianne’s eyes deepened.

“Sir Gilbert and the youngest do surrounding surveillance here. If there is an approaching demon race inform. Gwen and Tom go together. Ah, Tom is there a spare shirt?”

“Yes? Naturally there is.”

“As expected Tom.”

Galahad took off the shirt as if nothing.

That back full of scars, what matter one experienced, it was hard to even guess.

Then, eyes met with Galahad.

Although Adrianne did nothing wrong, she avoided the gaze for nothing.

“Sinister.”

Dalkkeurak! Dalkkeurak!

****

“Aren’t the Proxel guys too much?”

Gourmet Benta grumbled softly.

“Already tight, yet asking to increase more here—. Are these guys pigs?”

“Damn. Do they see us as some servants.”

Already the situation where the North became tight recently. Originally a situation hard to match the supply amount, yet the Proxel family rather requested more supply amount.

Dissatisfaction had no choice but to come out.

“Isn’t it better to stick to the Vans side? Recently the Proxel side was not good. Last time they largely failed and died as a group.”

Benta shook his head.

Although Vans was also a rising demon race family, it was not to the extent comparable to the Proxel family.

“Here Proxel is a branch. A real noble with the main house in Magic Realm. Vans cannot against Proxel.”

Here was a den of driven out demon races.

The real demon race was in a place called Magic Realm. Here was a place where losers pushed from Magic Realm settled.

Then, someone approached. It was a handsome man in neat attire. At the high-class atmosphere naturally blowing the ones chatting hurriedly corrected their posture.

‘A face first seen?’

Although not knowing all the faces of the Proxel family, he knew about the degree of guys coming to the warehouse. Yet that demon race was a face never seen.

However, the man’s leisure and high-class was not something one can decorate.

Even he was taking around a pretty maid and a porter. Walking like that in a place full of demon races was the sound of having confidence to protect that.

“What are you doing not opening.”

The man said coolly. It was a voice full of the arrogance unique to nobles.

Benta hurriedly opened the door and stepped aside.

The man naturally entered inside. Soon the door closed with a thud—.

Only then Benta exhaled breath.

“A face first seen—. Is it fine even if opening?”

A reluctant question was heard from beside. At that Benta openly clicked his tongue.

“Just looking it is a high demon race. You. Do you have to stamp this to know?”

At Benta’s scolding the colleague furrowed his eyes.

“How do you know that!”

“Then are you saying there would be a guy who is not a demon race, yet in a place crawling with demon races without even a weapon taking one pretty maid and one porter, coming to the warehouse the Proxel family is in charge of and acting tough? Even knowing it is the Proxel family’s warehouse?”

At Benta’s scolding the colleague tightly— closed his mouth.

“There is no way there is such a crazy guy.”

Everyone nodded together.

****

‘Hmm—.’

Galahad who entered the building furrowed his nose.

A disgusting heat fully tickled the face.

Hot blood smell was full. Such a vicious blood smell was really after a long time.

There were pots boiling vigorously all around. On top of that blood beaded and burst with a tok—.

Sweat was full on the faces of the guys wandering between the pots. If one who does not know looks it seemed they would look like workers working really hard.

Among them the one wearing a large hat approached Galahad.

The guy took off the hat and bowed his head to Galahad.

“You are a newly come person.”

“Nice to meet.”

Galahad nodded and flicked his finger.

A small hole was pierced in the guy’s glabella. The guy collapsed as is. Galahad subsequently flicked his finger.

The prepared mana spread. It was magic so that sound does not leak.

“If there is one coming to the door call me.”

“Yes.”

Tom answered while pulling the shield. There would be no matter Tom steps forward.

Because there was no way Galahad would miss the target in a building without windows.

Galahad flicked his finger again.

One man held his own neck and collapsed backward. As the pot behind overturned red blood poured. A fishy smell thickened.

In the blood the man struggled. A long scream burst.

Only then surrounding gazes focused. Galahad flicked his finger.

“Hard Shell—!”

Whether a mage, the guy chanted a formula. Hard Shell was a quite high rank defense magic.

Galahad’s mana arrow pounded that. Tok, tok, tok. A bright smile rose on the mage’s face.

“This guy is not a demon race!”

“Correct.”

Galahad flicked his finger again.

“Attacking Hard Shell with mana arrow—. Stupid—.”

The mage’s voice blurred. From the small hole that formed on the neck blood poured instead of voice. The mage fell backward.

Kwaang! As the pot overturned blood poured like a waterfall.

Galahad clicked his tongue softly, and flicked his finger again.

Another guy drew the sword. Looking at raising aura it seemed a gourmet.

“Daring—.”

Galahad flicked his finger instead of answering.

The guy snorted and swung the sword. That aura was quite. At least to the extent of snorting.

Tuk, the guy’s sword cut the mana arrow. The mana arrow disappeared in an instant.

The guy snorted. Certainly a knight who handles aura was picky.

Because aura cuts any magic.

Tuk, a small hole was pierced in the guy’s left foot. Because a part that fell from the guy’s sword path, one could not block. Unless there are two swords—.

“When—.”

The guy’s eyes became large as if tearing.

Galahad flicked his finger consecutively instead of answering.

The guy clenched his teeth and swung the sword. Aura cut the mana arrow. It was an obvious sword path to the extent of yawning.

Tuk, a hole was pierced in the guy’s thigh. The guy’s sword slowed.

Tuk, a hole was pierced in the guy’s heart. The guy’s sword bent forward.

“Does a knight take off armor saying hot.”

There were a total of twelve in the building. Four mages, three knights, the rest were handymen.

Everyone was in a state of not armed in the hot work. Thanks to that it was quite easy.

The important thing was leaving a trace.

Even if learned the method of honing mana from the guys’ authority, the demon race’s authority and trace had no choice but to be different.

For that Gwen was needed.

Gwen continuously retched from the moment entering. He thought that weak nature would become a stumbling block—.

Contrary to expectation Gwen did not hesitate.

“Please borrow for a moment!”

Ppop—.

Even while continuously retching, Gwen did not say the weak words of cannot. She firmly sprinkled authority.

‘Gradually usable.’

Then, Tom went around and pushed and broke the pots.

How much blood there was, even fully wetting the floor it overflowed.

Galahad moved mana while looking at the blood long flowing toward the door.

The overflowed blood wet the floor and continued flowing.

Soon it reached close to the front door—.

“What?! What happened inside!”

The door roughly opened.

A hole was pierced in the glabella of the guy who entered.

“What—.”

The heads of the guys on both sides simultaneously rose up.

It was Gilbert and Adrianne.

“Success. Ah, Gwen will you remove the finger a bit?”

“Yes!”

Ppok!

****

‘Hmm······.’

Gilbert realized something while going around with Galahad.

That there is no need to particularly try to understand Galahad.

Galahad was a mage. For nothing trying to understand only Gilbert’s head hurts.

Still Galahad’s result was always good. At that Gilbert followed without harboring questions if possible.

Even such Gilbert now could not not ask.

“Why?”

A little away the demon races were tangled.

Between that mixed humans screamed long.

The demon race did not stop even if limbs are cut. Until breath ends they swung hands or swung swords.

The Proxel family and Vans family’s demon races were fighting.

In other words—.

Why?

“Why are the demon races fighting each other?”

“Why. What have you been doing until now.”

At the sound of Galahad clicking his tongue Gilbert squinted his eyes.

“Isn’t raiding one warehouse all?”

Even it was not that large a warehouse. Such a shabby warehouse that humans guard without the demon race.

To think of fighting like that saying stabbed such a place—?

“What a noble needs is justification.”

“Justification you say?”

“Right. Justification has no value than soil, but sometimes to nobles it is more valuable than gold.”

“What is that—. No.”

Gilbert shook his head. Anyway even if hearing one could not understand. Only the head hurts.

“Hmm, did Proxel come out about twenty? Did not come out more than expected. This Damien seems precious more than thought.”

Galahad brushed the disheveled hair.

Originally the demon race’s city was quiet and cool. It was not for nothing that Galahad ordered the members to close their mouths.

Such a city—.

“Uaaaaak! Kill! Kill—!”

“Damn guys—.”

Now blood bounced and screams were heard. At that fight the building’s wall collapsed. Blood long bounced on aura.

The city became fully noisy.

That cause was clearly Galahad.

Yet actually Galahad was smoking a cigarette.

Exactly as if a matter with no correlation to himself—.

Very leisurely.

“Come, now shall we go rescue Damien.”

Galahad said while tapping the fully bloomed cigarette.

Those corners of the mouth were subtly raised.

Gulp—.

Gilbert thought of Galahad as a man who is very capable, but too excellent that the head broke.

He had no choice but to change the evaluation.

Galahad was not simply a capable man.

He—.

Was a disaster.

A disaster that sweeps without caring about means and methods.

“Yes, captain!”

Gilbert sincerely relieved that he is on the same side as Galahad.

****

Cheop cheop—! Jjeop—! Cheop!

Proxel branch’s vice head Helsington furrowed his eyes at the vulgar sound.

Damien was continuously picking meat with a fork and eating.

Because holding the fork so tightly it was no different from eating with hands.

Even though there is no meaning of using a fork Damien used the fork to the end.

On the clothes carefully packed oil and seasoning were fully stained. There was not even a nose of dignity.

Because half mixed with the uncivilized human’s blood.

Disgusting, but because of that there was meaning.

They coveted the fang humans possess, aura.

At that they sowed seeds. If a child is born, they intended to eat that and possess aura.

It was a matter only the Proxel family possible.

And the only fruit was in front.

‘Taking aura.’

The corners of Helsington’s mouth fully rose.

Although his family head was unfairly pushed to the branch, if taking aura the story would change.

The family head will eat the guy.

To think of being able to handle both the human’s weapon and the demon race’s weapon—.

‘Our era comes.’

Since decided by the pure blood of blood, there was no matter the family head is eaten by Damien.

If by any chance becoming so—.

‘It is a useless thought.’

Helsington shook his head.

Now the time was approaching.

‘Flesh has risen soon.’

Helsington nodded while looking at Damien.

Then—.

Cheop cheop—. Cheop. Jjeoeop!

“Give more.”

Like this it seems one will go bankrupt first—.

One had to hurry the great work.

Cheop cheop cheop—.