Chapter 88

Chapter 88

Tiny

Galahad arrived at the lodging late. The lodging was quiet. Whether Gwen and Damien went up to sleep there was none, and Tom was tidying the back.

Galahad sat on a shabby chair and puffed a cigarette.

The chair shook with a ppiikkeok— sound. The surroundings were quiet to the extent Gwen’s snoring sound on the upper floor is heard.

Gilbert sitting opposite poured alcohol in the glass. Gilbert did not offer the glass to Galahad. Alone emptied the glass and filled again.

[The world perishes to the demon race’s king.]

Galahad tidied the shabby leather notebook.

“Is there some matter?”

At Gilbert’s question Galahad raised his head.

Gilbert was looking at Galahad with an ugly desert fox-like face. Galahad opened his mouth while tapping the cigarette.

“Sir Gilbert, if knowing the world perishes what would you do?”

“Why does the world perish?”

“It is an assumption.”

Gilbert’s eyes narrowed. It was the look of deeply pondering.

“Just it seems one would hold the sword.”

“An answer befitting Sir Gilbert.”

“Then what would the captain do?”

“One has to block.”

“Can one block?”

“Because I am an excellent and capable mage.”

Galahad raised the corners of his mouth. At that Gilbert’s eyes narrowed.

“Come to think of it didn’t you say the Special Mission Unit’s mission is blocking the continent’s destruction?”

“Right, we will block the continent’s destruction.”

“It does not seem a mission a unit of six can take though.”

“One calls that a small elite.”

“Isn’t it excessively small elite?”

Gilbert who grumbled softly filled the glass again. That appearance looked quite enjoyable.

Gilbert’s hobbies were two. Sword and alcohol—. truly a knight-like hobby.

A little later Tom who went to tidy returned. Tom was holding cooking with steam rising with a morak morak. It seemed did cooking again.

“As expected Tom.”

“It is nothing special. Just stir-fried meat and vegetables.”

Gilbert grinned and quickly grabbed one handful of food.

“Even Damien uses a fork. Tch.”

“In the North one originally eats like this.”

At Galahad’s pointing Gilbert answered confidently. Gilbert ate while making chewing sounds.

“Will you not eat?”

“Ate a meal and came. Fine.”

“Yes.”

Tom naturally took out an instrument. That sound was quite listenable. The skill increased more than last time.

“Tom, if the world perishes, what do you think you would do?”

The performance stopped with a tuk—. Tom seriously pondered. Gilbert continuously made chewing sounds.

“It seems one would cook delicious food that the Special Mission Unit can all eat together.”

Tom said while smiling softly.

“Can I also change? I will swing the sword while eating Tom’s cooking.”

At Gilbert’s bizarre answer a small laugh burst.

“Smell—.”

Then, Damien came down from above with a heuneujeok. As if not fully awake from sleep the eyes were half closed. Gwen followed behind that.

Tom naturally pushed a plate to Damien. As Gwen sat beside Damien, the round table was instantly full.

“Even though ate my aura that much is the stomach hungry?”

Gilbert who suddenly had the cooking taken clicked his tongue while looking at Damien.

“Could not eat much. Because the aura is tiny.”

“Tiny! What kind of habit is that!”

“Why getting angry at a kid.”

“No! Didn’t say tiny! Not tiny! This guy!”

“It was tiny though.”

“This kid!”

“Why shouting at a kid!”

The atmosphere instantly became noisy.

Galahad laughed with a keul keul and tapped the cigarette.

“Ah, we were talking about what one would do if the world perishes. What will you do?”

Tom turned the topic. Gilbert spewed hot nose breath while shouting ‘not tiny!’.

“I will eat.”

“I will go out and play all together with the children! But why suddenly destruction? Does the world perish?!”

Gwen’s voice soon became tearful. It was a goat-like voice.

“Because the captain asked—.”

At Tom’s words the Special Mission Unit’s gazes stuck on Galahad.

It was a Special Mission Unit that shed a bit of the shabby look now. At the gazes with warmth perched Galahad tapped the cigarette.

Galahad who pondered for a moment opened his mouth.

“The demon race’s king will destroy the world.”

Heavy silence descended. The face that had a faint smile until just now fully distorted.

The atmosphere instantly cooled.

“There is no such thing as the demon race’s king.”

Everyone answered in one voice.

“It is a joke.”

Only then laughter burst again.

Warm heat spread again.

As if the conversation just now did not exist—.

[It must have been hard alone.]

Galahad deeply sucked the cigarette and twisted the corners of his mouth.

****

“Huu—.”

Adrianne slowly lowered the sword and exhaled breath long. Steam fully rose from the thick armor.

The sun was gradually rising.

‘That sense—.’

Adrianne’s hand moved. When escaping the demon race’s city, the swung sword fully filled Adrianne’s head.

What made dozens of demon races into ash at once—. that was not sword skill.

It was the manifestation of the nature Adrianne possesses.

Adrianne did not think the nature of burning mana as a blessing.

That was a curse. A very vicious curse that burns all ones the hand touches and bestows terrible pain—.

Even burned her mother···.

Adrianne fully chewed her lips.

[Imagine burning.]

What swung following Galahad’s words was her nature she desperately ignored.

Her essence was a curse.

As acknowledging that amusingly it was somehow light.

Then, the hand shook. Aura fully rose as if pouring oil full. Aura roughly blazed as if about to swallow the world.

‘Cannot control power—.’

Adrianne chewed her lips and shook the sword to scatter aura.

It was like this continuously from that day. The nature continuously ran wild.

Exactly as if about to eat even Adrianne—.

"Captain."

At a soft voice turning her head, there was adjutant Lunabirn.

“Recently the front line is unusual. One has to return.”

Correct words.

The place she should be was the front line. The front line full of ash covering and blood smell wafting was a place suitable for her.

“Understood. I will depart right away.”

Adrianne nodded.

Then, one side became noisy.

“What problem is there in me meeting my fiancée?”

“Who says Adrianne’s fiancée—. Bullshit!”

“You, what is the name?”

“It is Belharn!”

“Yes, Belharn. I will tell His Highness the Grand Duke. That Sir Belharn of the 1st Battalion said bullshit.”

“When did I—.”

At a familiar voice Adrianne took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on the forehead.

After a small commotion the direct unit knights split. Ones whose loyalty to Adrianne is extreme stepping back—.

“If stepping aside earlier isn’t it good for each other.”

Galahad entered while tapping the collar. The knight behind gaped his mouth with an absurd face.

Galahad who discovered Adrianne waved his hand. At that Adrianne bowed her head with a bob.

“A good morning. You are pretty even if covered with sweat.”

"Yes."

Galahad said shamelessly as always. Adrianne nodded.

Although Galahad was a leisurely appearance as usual, he somehow looked tired.

“The complexion is not good.”

“Slept a bit.”

Galahad answered while raising the corners of his mouth. That smile was light.

“If doing appropriate exercise before lying on the bed, it will help deep sleep.”

“Is that so. I will keep in mind.”

“Too intense exercise will rather hinder.”

At Adrianne’s serious advice Galahad laughed refreshingly. Adrianne who was trying to teach exercise slightly stopped.

“Thinking of returning?”

“Yes, left the front line too long.”

“I see.”

Galahad lightly nodded as if predicted.

“What will you do with the bet?”

Adrianne asked while slightly lowering her voice.

It was the bet story done with the figure called First.

In Adrianne’s view First and the ones called Pumpkin were considerable capable ones. Although unable to mix swords directly so one cannot make an accurate judgment, it was clear not an easy opponent.

“Hmm—. Ah, that. It will be fine.”

“Didn’t you give all the obtained information too?”

“Shouldn’t the guys catch and bring even one more then.”

“But the bet—.”

“Are you worrying about me?”

Adrianne quickly nodded.

Galahad’s expression became subtle. A moment of silence flowed.

“Your skill increased a bit.”

“What skill?”

“No.”

Galahad slightly put the cigarette in his mouth. Galahad looked for a cigarette if the words are blocked. Adrianne waited without urging.

“I do not do a bet of losing.”

Galahad said while making the usual smile full of confidence. At that Adrianne tilted her head.

“But didn’t you give all the information to them? It is a situation where I also cannot help. They are advantageous.”

“Do you know how attractive Magic Realm is to a mage?”

The appearance of Galahad asking so somehow looked dangerous.

“······Yes?”

“This time His Highness the Grand Duke’s pressure was quite severe. The captains would want to process the headache guys. In such a time if a story about Magic Realm suddenly spreads—?”

Galahad explained while tapping the cigarette.

Adrianne slowly recalled the content just heard.

So—.

“Is it that you will lure mages to the Magic Realm training site?”

At Adrianne’s question Galahad flicked his finger.

As if correct—.

“Crisis if overcoming is opportunity.”

Galahad’s words were quite plausible. Crisis if overcoming is opportunity.

However—.

“···Isn’t it a crisis one made oneself?”

“Opportunity is not waiting, but making oneself.”

Galahad’s words were unblocked as always.

Adrianne seriously pondered that content.

So crisis if overcoming is opportunity, so is it making a crisis oneself to make into opportunity—? Strange?

Then, Galahad held out his hand.

“Come, give the hand a bit.”

At a confident demand Adrianne unconsciously held out her hand.

“Ah!”

Adrianne who belatedly recalled that the nature cannot be controlled tried to pull the hand, but it was already after caught.

“Kkeueueuk······!”

At warmth one cannot adapt Adrianne stiffened as is.

Galahad’s reaction was more intense than usual. Fully trembled the body, and from the mouth a moan one could not press continuously burst.

Because Adrianne’s nature strengthened. At that she tried to pull the hand, but Galahad even interlocked fingers.

Blood vessels fully rose on Galahad’s skin. Capillaries burst and the eyes reddened, and the body trembled with a badeul badeul.

Adrianne hurriedly pulled her hand.

Galahad momentarily staggered. Although staggered, did not collapse. Endured leaning on the gold rod.

Galahad’s appearance was pathetic. The eyes were red like blood, the body continuously trembled as if convulsing. The always neat hair was fully disheveled.

Just briefly held the hand, yet it was an appearance as if went to hell.

Adrianne chewed her lips.

‘As expected······.’

Then, Galahad’s dry lips slowly opened.

She was afraid what curse would come out. Would curse as a cursed witch, or as a demon race holding destruction—.

It was a familiar matter to Adrianne.

But—.

“You are really amazing. Always new and thrilling.”

The words that came out of Galahad’s mouth were distant from Adrianne’s prediction.

He fully laughed.

“······I will go.”

Adrianne belatedly ran away.

****

[Informing the captains. The Magic Realm training site is completed. Magic Realm is a space deep in the demon race’s area, how high the mana density even breathing is difficult degree. Using that one plans Magic Realm adaptation training. In case it might go over to mages, strict security maintenance is needed. If by any chance a mage enters Magic Realm, the sensitivity about mana rises and one can contain high density mana, and also the staff’s efficiency······.]

5th Battalion Captain Mark furrowed his eyes at the order that came down from headquarters.

Although at a glance content about the Magic Realm training site—.

‘Isn’t this advertising the Magic Realm training site?’

Below that staff Theodore’s seal was stamped.

“Did you write this?”

5th Battalion Captain Mark lowered the order and asked. In front of that Galahad was leisurely sitting. The gold rod held in that hand dangled here and there.

“No, I only called. Theodore wrote. Isn’t the writing quite?”

“······Is that the problem now? The captains watching His Highness the Grand Duke’s atmosphere, would be pondering how to process the mages under them yet if sending like this—. Oh···. Aimed at this.”

Mark softly sighed. Galahad was the most brilliant one among ones Mark knows. There was no way he would not know the repercussions this letter would bring.

The Grand Duke directly pulled the 6th Battalion Captain’s head in front of the captains. No matter how captains one had no choice but to be careful of the body.

The captains who maintained mana stone mines behind until now would be experiencing difficulty in processing that.

In such a situation if giving such an order, it was clear one would send the hard to process mages to the Magic Realm training site.

“······From where did one intend?”

“Intended. The exaggeration is severe. Just induced the flow to the good side— degree.”

Galahad answered while raising the corners of his mouth.

‘Surely pointing at the 6th Battalion Captain in that meeting···. No, from leaving the Magic Realm training site?’

From where on earth did one plan—. it was the feeling of moving the North as one pleases. Mark softly coughed.

“···Can one handle?”

“Is there a need to handle?”

At Galahad countering while pointing at Mark with the gold rod Mark furrowed his eyes.

“Same as the Black Magic Society time. I will propose quite good conditions to them. Aren’t they guys with nowhere to go anyway?”

“······If they do not accept? If the Magic Realm training site goes over to the guys it would be dangerous.”

The corners of Galahad’s mouth twisted. It was a refreshing smile.

“Persuasion is my specialty.”

Confidence was full in that voice.

Mark looked at such Galahad and organized his thoughts.

Although Galahad is Galahad, from the beginning the 7th Battalion’s power was considerable.

Along with that—.

‘Because the Black Magic Society is also virtually Galahad’s power.’

Mark who finished the calculation nodded.

“Good.”

Galahad laughed refreshingly and stood from the seat.

“Where did you obtain that gold rod? It looks good.”

At Mark’s question Galahad raised the corners of his mouth.

“Received as a gift.”

*

‘Sent all the orders, and removed First—.’

Galahad tidied while tidying the gold rod.

From the beginning he had no thought of going around looking for mages. The North is too wide and desolate. Going around catching one by one is waste.

At that Galahad used Magic Realm. To a mage Magic Realm was an option one cannot refuse.

Along with that in a situation like now even more—.

Of course, even so he did not think all the mages hiding in the North would come.

Still it was clear the efficiency would be better than going around looking for directly.

First after securing workers as much as possible—.

‘One has to announce the legalization of the mana stone mine business.’

Galahad nodded.

Simply making the North great was insufficient. Because one also needed to expand Galahad’s influence.

‘If securing workers, influence has no choice but to increase.’

However, for that there were many things to prepare.

“The one who received the Grand Duke’s recognition!”

The soldiers passing raised a salute filled with evil. At that Galahad waved his hand. Even wrapping a magic beast coat the cold seeps in the North. Why on earth going around naked—.

Galahad clicked his tongue softly.

Galahad who was walking busily stopped tall.

A subtle sense of incongruity was felt. Although that was a very small sense of incongruity to the extent others would just pass, Galahad believed his own sense.

Sense was a warning the unconscious sends.

There was nothing as stupid as not being able to believe oneself.

Galahad pounded the floor with the gold rod and sprinkled mana.

There was nothing caught on mana.

Yes, there was nothing.

‘Fun.’

It was a strange thing.

If nothing why—.

Mana disappears there.

“Come out.”

Galahad pointed at empty space with the gold rod.

There was no reaction at all. A cool knife wind tickled the head as if answering.

“Annoying.”

Galahad pointed at empty space and flicked his finger.

Then, empty space undulated.

What suddenly arose from empty space—.

“You, really the First Mage’s disciple?”

Was the fox mask.

'That magic is clear the perished magic tower’s—.'

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Then, the pill of pain jumped like crazy.

The emotion contained in that was not the usual excitement—.

It was fear.