Chapter 76

Chapter 76

Red Ginseng Candy

‘Ash color aura—.’

Gilbert corrected the sword grip and furrowed his eyes.

In front of that Damien was aiming the sword. It was not the crude sword used before but a high-class sword.

The color of the aura covered as if overlaying on that drew the gaze.

The color of aura was diverse. For example Adrianne’s aura was white, and Gilbert’s was blue. Even the imperial princess was pink.

Like above the color of aura was many to the extent one cannot specify.

However, there was one common characteristic there.

It was bright.

Because belief cannot be dark—.

Yet Damien’s aura was ash color.

That no matter how well looking was not bright. It was gloomy like thick dark clouds on a rainy day.

Although guys who received the demon race’s power in the 7th Battalion had raised ash color aura before, that was only the demon race’s power mixed into aura.

It was an impurity somewhat lacking to call aura.

However, what is in Damien’s hand now was clear aura.

Aura was belief. It was the consolation of those who did not give up even in a mud pit.

Such aura being dark—.

“It seems a harsh life. Kid.”

Gilbert smiled bitterly.

“Sir Gilbert, I and Gwen cannot help. If dangerous request help from the youngest.”

Galahad’s voice was heard from behind. At that slightly turning the gaze, Galahad and Gwen moving somehow busily were seen.

Even so requesting help from that blank youngest—.

“Anyway a kid. Alone is sufficient.”

Gilbert answered while correcting the sword grip.

“Hmm, the exterior would be so, but inside the wrinkled old man from earlier is entered. Even though old greed is full and a very obscene old man coveting the boy’s body.”

“······What?”

At the senile guard sound that burst from Damien’s mouth Gilbert laughed with a keul keul. The skill of scratching as much was excellent.

“Hold tightly. Because I will look for a method.”

“Holding tightly—.”

Gilbert lowered his posture. He pointed at Damien with the tip of the sword.

“I will correct the habit.”

Gilbert’s voice was firm. Blue aura blazed like a fire.

“Yes, if by any chance difficult request help from the youngest.”

“No need. I am Knight Gilbert. Will I lose to mere Damien?”

“Is that so?”

“Uncivilized human guys. Tch—.”

Damien clicked his tongue and shook the sword. Ash color aura long cut the floor.

At some point Damien was swinging the sword in front of that.

‘What is this···.’

Gilbert urgently pulled the sword. Ash color aura and blue aura mixed. Extremely different two auras roughly tore as if coveting each other.

Blue aura was torn as if ripping and stepped away. Gilbert’s eyes narrowed. The swords crossed again. Blue aura was torn again.

‘This—.’

Gilbert chewed his lips and raised aura again. Blue aura fully rose and pushed out ash color aura.

However, even what was pushed was momentary.

Blue aura disappeared one handful.

Gilbert largely swung the sword.

Kwaang! As a heavy sound burst, Damien was long pushed back. Unlike usual Damien it was a stable posture.

Sword skill was considerable. It was textbook sword skill not practical sword skill. Exactly the opposite of usual Damien’s sword.

However, the problem was not the guy’s sword skill.

Ash color aura—.

Ate Gilbert’s aura.

“Delicious.”

Damien licked his lips with his tongue. The ash color aura undulating on the sword was larger than before.

‘Aura··· was eaten?’

Gilbert looked down at his own sword. Blue aura was slightly smaller than before. Exactly as if someone tore and ate—.

Aura that tears and eats aura—.

This exactly—.

‘Like a monster that eats knights.’

Sweat filled Gilbert’s palm holding the sword. The back cooled.

“Unlike your appearance the aura is delicious.”

The guy recited in a sticky voice. The guy’s ash color aura largely undulated. Exactly as if smacking the lips—.

To think of eating aura and growing one’s own size. At an unimaginable matter Gilbert’s glabella fully furrowed.

Even though mixed one move right away it was a situation where Gilbert was pushed. Even the guy’s aura became larger.

‘The more mixing swords with a knight, does it gradually become stronger.’

Although only divided one move, Gilbert instinctively grasped the opponent.

Why Damien suddenly became like that, what that bizarre aura is, the situation was quite complicated.

To understand the head hurt.

However, the captain said he will look for a method.

Along with that Gilbert was a knight.

Because of that—.

“Knight Gilbert.”

Just corrected the sword grip.

*

‘Fun.’

Galahad muttered while looking at Damien crossing swords with Gilbert.

Gilbert was an excellent knight.

As much as stupid he was upright, and because upright the belief was firmer than others.

It was Gilbert whose aura is firmer than anyone.

Damien’s aura was tearing and eating such Gilbert’s aura.

‘Aura that eats aura—.’

The two auras crossed again.

Blue aura became smaller. Although exactly about one handful degree, Galahad noticed that that size became a little smaller than before.

Contrary to that ash color aura became larger. Exactly as much as eaten—.

Aura that eats aura and grows that much—.

‘The natural enemy of knights.’

The demon race’s greatest enemy was knights.

If such a knight’s natural enemy—.

‘Should one remove.’

Galahad’s eyes narrowed.

The risk burden was too large to leave as is. If Damien goes over to the demon race, he will grow into a terrible disaster.

Tok tok, Galahad flicked his finger.

Although not wanting, Galahad was not stupid to the extent of not doing necessary work because not wanting.

When making a judgment one had to exclude emotion. Only then one could make a correct judgment.

He coldly compared risk and possibility.

However—.

[I said. That it is dangerous with me.]

Galahad’s eyes furrowed.

[You have too much affection.]

Galahad clicked his tongue softly.

One could not give up Damien. That the risk is high was the law that the value is large.

Galahad was not small-gutted to the extent of giving up in advance fearing risk.

“It is using Proxel’s authority. Since using through the pill of pain, one would be able to transmit my power.”

“······Yes?! Giving power to Damien?!”

At Gwen’s counter Galahad nodded.

“If··· cannot?”

“It is sorry Damien.”

Gwen’s eyes became large. Gwen unlike usual did not shed tears. She just tightly chewed her lips. It was an angry face.

“I will do.”

“Yes, I will ask a bit.”

Galahad slightly lowered his posture. He concentrated on the pill of pain.

Thump! Thump! Thump! The pill of pain violently moved. It seemed saying not particularly overdoing and neatly eating and finishing. It instigated excitement. It intensely shook the mind.

‘Eventually surpassing the topic.’

At a low recitation the pill of pain stopped with a tuk—.

The guy’s gaze was felt. Galahad raised the corners of his mouth. Weight was felt from the heart. It seemed threatening to burst.

At that Galahad laughed softly.

‘Don’t bullshit.’

He shook his right hand. The magic circle brightly shone. The pill of pain wriggled. Galahad brought the right wrist to the heart.

As the distance became close the pill of pain violently shook. Ignoring that he turned mana more.

Vitality was vomited from the pill of pain. At that the pill of pain urgently held the heart but—.

‘The contract would go awry though?’

The pill of pain stopped with a tuk—.

The contract condition was killing Adrianne ‘if Cortn wishes’.

Cortn dreamed of the Black Magic Society’s Society Head, and for that he was diligently digging minerals.

Even if Adrianne dies now it was clear it would go as another’s merit. Cortn whose greed for merit is superior to anyone.

Cortn would clearly wish after rising to Society Head.

Galahad made an accurate calculation, and trusted that calculation.

In other words—.

Bursting Galahad’s heart with the pill of pain here was a clear contract violation.

‘Although usefulness increased, your root is strictly for contract use. Can you do an act going against the contract?’

Thump. The pill of pain trembled softly.

‘Even accompanying is when there is leeway. Now there is no time to play, so shut up and listen to the words. Before tearing off—.’

Galahad’s finger accurately aimed at the left of the heart.

The pill of pain instinctively felt. That this crazy guy can really pierce a hole in his own chest—.

The pill of pain became quiet.

‘So isn’t it good if doing well on one’s own.’

Galahad clicked his tongue softly.

Thump···.

“It was··· a joke though?”

“Tell that I dislike boring jokes. What is important now is Proxel’s authority. Can you do?”

“Yes, I think I know.”

“Oh, well done. Gwen.”

“But it is dangerous. This······.”

Gwen gaped her lips. Various emotions lingered in those eyes. A good child.

“Gwen.”

“It is really dangerous. Because it is a connecting feeling—.”

“Dangerous things are my specialty.”

Galahad said while releasing the sleeve of the shirt.

“Come, do right away.”

Galahad raised the corners of his mouth.

Gwen’s face became more serious.

Subsequently Gwen deeply stabbed her finger.

Puk.

Galahad’s vision flickered.

*

Swaaaaaa—.

Rough rain sound pounded the ears. A musty smell mixed with wet wood smell and soil smell fully blew. The surroundings were a shabby house.

Galahad slightly lowered his head. Because the ceiling was too low he almost touched the head.

Noisy laughter was heard from inside. The man’s and woman’s harmonious laughter fully shook the house. Galahad squinted his eyes and looked around.

Kkorreureuk!

Something was crouched in a corner place. Because skinny dry it momentarily looked like a corpse.

Galahad habitually looked for the cigarette, but there was no cigarette. Clicking his tongue he sat together beside the boy.

Raising his head, a sloppy ceiling was seen. How roughly built water droplets continuously fell between that.

Tok— tok—. The boy was looking at those water droplets. Galahad also quietly watched.

The water droplet gradually became larger and then dropped with a tuk.

Then, the moaning ended. The door opened. A dry heat fully blew.

A bald man with flushed cheeks came out while tidying the waist. The man who discovered the boy clicked his tongue and threw something. Exactly as if giving to a dog—.

That was bread half moldy. The boy hurriedly picked the bread and put it in his mouth.

Not long after the bald man left a curly man entered. It was a man who grew a mustache quite stylishly.

The mustache man did not even pretend to see the boy and entered inside.

“You are popular.”

“Because recently cut the price. Because customers reduced because another prostitute appeared.”

“Is that so? Business skill is excellent.”

The boy nodded. The boy keuk keuk—ed. The boy hurriedly headed to the place where water falls. Soon he opened his mouth wide and received and ate water.

Kwaang! At a roar heard from somewhere the house largely shook.

Galahad clicked his tongue and stood from the seat. The damp ceiling touched the crown. The boy stared at Galahad.

“Get up. One has to go out.”

“Why?”

The boy’s question was full of sincerity. It seemed not knowing the reason to escape here.

Because Galahad also did not spend a particularly good growth period, there were no words to say.

Along with that he was not a personality who appeals with emotional words.

Galahad dug the pocket again. Finally found. What held in the hand was a cigarette that faintly has lemon scent.

Galahad put the cigarette in his mouth. Tak tak, wet with rain that flowed from the ceiling it did not light well. A little later he could barely light.

Deeply sucking the cigarette he looked down at the boy.

The boy was more crouched than before.

At that Galahad clicked his tongue.

“It is an order.”

The boy’s eyes became large. Whether saliva turns at the refreshing scent he gulped saliva.

“Ah, your will does not matter.”

Galahad flicked his finger. There was no reaction at all.

This does not buy form. Galahad grumbled and swung his fist. The fist stuck into the ceiling wet with water. Those fragments bounced and the hole widened.

Swaaaaaa! The rain sound became more intense. Lukewarm rain fully poured.

“No!”

The boy urgently said. At that Galahad raised the corners of his mouth.

“Sorry but, it is late.”

He swung the fist again. The hole in the ceiling widened.

Galahad held the broken ceiling and tore. The shabby ceiling collapsed as is.

Rough rain streaks continuously pounded Galahad.

“Isn’t it refreshing?”

At Galahad’s question the boy narrowly opened his eyes. Looking closely it was a smile.

All around there were neatly dressed ones full.

They were examining here and there as if looking for something.

“Ah. It is here.”

Galahad waved his hand.

The guys who discovered Galahad fiercely ran.

“This discovered.”

“Brother collapsed though.”

Absurdity rose on the boy’s face.

“That is my specialty.”

Galahad dug the pocket. It should be around here—.

Ah, it was here.

What Galahad took out was candy.

Very red—.

“If eating strength will rise.”

When throwing the candy the boy accepted and ate with a neopjuk.

“U—.”

The boy’s face became a dying look in an instant.

“What is good for the body is bitter.”

Galahad laughed with a kil kil.

Countless footsteps were heard from behind.

At that Galahad extended both hands and—.

“Come, I fell into crisis. Save me. Damien.”

Said shamelessly.

“Yes, brother.”

Damien laughed with a kideuk kideuk.

*

‘Pathetic.’

Gilbert narrowed his eyes and bounced the sword.

The guy’s sword entered obliquely.

To speak well it was orthodox sword skill. Looking at the form being different it was clear high-class sword skill. Such sword skill nobles learn.

However, it was severely orthodox. Because of that it was obviously seen.

It was not the opponent of Gilbert who sharpened the sword on the front line.

The problem was the guy’s aura.

While tearing and eating Gilbert’s aura and gradually growing now it was almost a greatsword.

In contrast the aura lingering on Gilbert’s sword was in a state of half cut.

Although somehow enduring with sword skill—.

Now even that was gradually becoming burdensome.

“Is it far!”

Gilbert shouted while clenching his teeth. The sword was heavy. The palm tore and blood fully bounced.

“Cap··· the captain is sleeping!”

Gwen’s tearing voice was heard from behind.

‘Sleeping in this situation··· what is that—.’

Although speechless, since Galahad said he will look for a method, he will definitely find.

Gilbert’s role was enduring until then.

The problem—.

“Now gradually boring.”

It was that the gap with the guy was gradually widening.

Now even receiving the sword once was to the extent of strength releasing in the legs.

Gilbert narrowed his eyes and looked at the guy. The guy’s aura was now undulating beyond the sword.

In contrast Gilbert’s aura now was hard to even maintain that form.

[If difficult request help from the youngest.]

Gilbert slightly turned his gaze. The youngest Noad was holding the sword and waiting.

‘Come and help earlier. Really a stuffy guy.’

Gilbert grumbled for nothing.

However, it was a blank youngest. It was not a level that would change even if the youngest helps.

“Run away. I will take charge here.”

Gilbert said firmly while looking at the youngest.

From the beginning it was an opponent even Gilbert cannot catch. There was no way it would change even if that blank youngest is added.

Dalkkeurak.

The youngest shook the helmet as if wanting to say something.

Then, the guy aimed at Gilbert. Ash color aura undulated as if opening the snout with a jjeok—.

Gilbert also raised the sword facing.

Huge ash color aura headed to Gilbert. Because the size became large it looked like a wave.

Gilbert clicked his tongue softly and corrected the sword grip. Hot pain rose from the torn palm.

Gilbert’s aura was now almost not even seen.

Then, thick armor took place in front of Gilbert.

It was the youngest. That back was somehow familiar.

Really somehow—.

“I said run away! This stupid···.”

Gilbert got angry like fire.

Then, the youngest drew the sword. The light lingering on that sword—.

Was pure white.

Aura was belief.

There was only one person who possesses pure justice to the extent of pure white.

‘······The youngest is Lady Adrianne?’

Gilbert dropped the sword for the first time.

****

“So maintaining the city is—.”

The fox mask raised its head. Because the one in front of that stood from the seat with a flash.

A crazy guy who even wears a crown as a demon race—. the guy’s head was heading somewhere.

‘Damn guy.’

The fox mask softly muttered a curse.

It was clear some guy drew the ruler’s interest.

At that the fox mask who used authority felt that the mana density rapidly lowered.

There was only one person who would commit such a stupid act.

‘Adrianne? Why is that woman here?’

Then it was understood why the ruler suddenly stood.

It was clear Adrianne drew the ruler’s interest.

‘Not yet though.’

The fox mask chewed its lips.

If Adrianne and the ruler collide here right away, it was clear the addition would twist.

Rather than becoming so—.

‘Should one process the ruler. Ah, that becomes too annoying.’

The fox mask softly made a keung— sound.

However, one had to block the contact of the ruler and Adrianne somehow.

At that the fox mask released its hands.

Then—.

“Belhardenia, finally came.”

The ruler laughed thickly.

‘Belhardenia? That is the First Mage’s honorific though?’

There was no way the First Mage came here. Because that side could not move.

‘Then who is he looking at and doing so?’

The fox mask tilted its head.

Anyway, it seemed not Adrianne.

The fox mask softly relieved.

Overtime was detestable.