Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Mana Barrel

‘What is this······.’

Gilbert gaped his mouth at the appearance unfolded in front.

He knew that Galahad is an excellent mage.

However, even that there was a degree.

“Everyone’s skill is shabby and modest. It would not even reach the liver.”

Galahad openly clicked his tongue. Faint irritation lingered in that voice.

At that the mages flinched.

Galahad furrowed his eyes and gestured.

“Everyone come out.”

No matter how Galahad saying everyone come out—. the mages’ faces fully furrowed.

“Still not knowing the topic?”

At Galahad’s provocation the mages were indignant and stepped forward.

The appearance of Galahad alone facing dozens of mages was quite cool.

The mages ordered magic in unison. Countless magics fully filled the sky. It was a quite threatening appearance.

Actually Galahad the target furrowed his eyes. It was the expression made when Gilbert held out undercooked meat.

Galahad broke the pouring magics one by one and evaluated, that evaluation was quite acrid.

“You, if using frost hand touch rather bunch snow and throw. That side seems faster and more accurate. Mana also not a waste.”

“Hmm, can a burning hand be this warm. You if going to massage side would greatly succeed.”

“Bouncing lightning? Oh, you also go to massage side with that friend. Nobles would like very much.”

Galahad evaluated while breaking magics one by one. Since quite frank evaluation even for Gilbert to hear, the mages’ reaction needed no words.

The indignant mages charged more, but Galahad did not move even one step from the spot.

‘Overwhelming.’

Galahad was a different track from other mages.

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

“Not just a mage! A mage who received the Grand Duke’s recognition!”

Rough admiration continuously burst from around. At that Gilbert felt a subtle pride.

Since fighting and winning against about thirty mages in front of Northern men who like to exaggerate, one could not even imagine what rumor would circulate.

Soon nearly thirty mages knelt. What lingered on their faces was deep despair.

Actually Galahad was a somehow refreshed face. A little tired look was all.

“Hmm, really pathetic.”

An evaluation mixed with irritation came out of Galahad’s mouth.

“What do you think magic is?”

Galahad asked while putting the cigarette in his mouth. There was no mage who answered. Just gaped their mouths.

“It is power that makes a miracle. A miracle of kindling fire in empty space or dropping lightning.”

That voice was truly indifferent. The mages nodded.

“Yet why is your magic pathetic. Although my magic is this amazing.”

Although truly arrogant words, no one denied. Because already after seeing the overwhelming gap—.

“There is no purpose in your magic. It is all just inflating large and flashy like a beast in heat.”

Galahad flicked his finger. Sparks continuously bounced between those fingers. The sparks that moved freely exactly as if alive inflated the size—.

Soon became a huge flower made of lightning. How precise even Gilbert who does not know magic admiration came out degree.

The lightning flower inflated the size more and soon fully filled the front. It was flashiness incomparable even to combining all the magics the mages poured until now.

The mages admired out loud.

“If it was a flashy and large magic contest, your way would have been correct. Of course, still would not have been awarded.”

Although acrid words, the mages tightly closed their mouths.

“If magic becomes large cohesion has no choice but to inevitably lower. For example if I am the target, a burning arrow is more threatening than undulating fire. Especially the neck and heart.”

Galahad flicked his finger. The shot ice arrow scattered the huge lightning flower. It was quite a spectacle.

Galahad’s words were a story that would come out in knight class. Reduce large actions and aim at vital points—. natural story.

Then, one mage stood while staggering. It was the guy who charged first.

“Correct words. But low range magic by that characteristic hitting is difficult. Along with that the opponent is also easy to dodge.”

The mage said while clenching his teeth. Other mages nodded.

“Right, difficult. So?”

At Galahad’s counter the mage’s expression stiffened.

“If hitting is difficult, shoot until it becomes. If the opponent is easy to dodge, throw quickly. Isn’t it simple?”

At Galahad’s answer Gilbert nodded. Isn’t it natural words? If difficult one has to do until it becomes. Basic story.

The mages’ reaction was quite intense. Groans burst here and there. The face of the mage who questioned was fully furrowed. The mage shouted in a voice filled with evil.

“That is possible because you are a genius though!”

A moment of silence flowed. The mages nodded.

“Right, I am a genius.”

Galahad obediently acknowledged. Rather it was a light acknowledgment to the extent the questioning mage is colorless.

Even if a genius speaking so shamelessly with one’s own mouth—. Gilbert stuck out his tongue softly.

“Even I who am a genius experienced mana exhaustion every day from starting to learn magic until graduating the academy.”

A large stir arose between the mages. It seemed ‘mana exhaustion’ is a quite shocking word.

“Lie··· it is a lie! How that terrible thing···.”

“Doesn’t everyone experience mana exhaustion once or so while using magic?”

At Galahad’s counter the mages gaped their mouths. Amazement perched on the mages’ faces. Unlike earlier it was amazement as if seeing a crazy guy.

“Even I who am a genius am this diligent, with what confidence do you dull ones stretch?”

At the frank pointing the mages became quiet. Defeat rose again on the mages’ faces.

“Still do not worry. Because I who teach is excellent. Once a month one will open classes matching the grade. If the grade is high more substantial.”

Galahad said while laughing refreshingly. At that the mages roughly nodded. Heat fully arose.

“Really! You Galahad who even refused the academy’s lecture request?!”

Then, someone shouted. That voice was ringing so it entered the ears well.

“I do not speak lies.”

“Damn! A lecture of Galahad who even lined up at the academy!”

At that indignation the mages’ atmosphere became subtle. Yearning fully perched in their eyes.

“Ones assigned to 2nd grade are fifty mana stones and one new mage, 3rd grade is a hundred mana stones and three new mages.”

“Is it that only a hundred does! That valuable teaching with only mana stone?! Damn! I will enter right now!”

It was an enormous shill. To think of even planting a shill—. Gilbert stuck out his tongue at Galahad’s meticulousness.

“Come, finally I will speak.”

Galahad tidied the collar and straightened the posture.

“I am the academy’s youngest admission, graduate, the North Grand Duke’s son-in-law, and the one who received the Grand Duke’s recognition. Also the magic tower lord of the North’s only magic tower. That value I will not particularly explain.”

Galahad brushed the front hair back. Strong confidence rose above the refreshing smile.

“Everyone diligently dig.”

Galahad’s voice was dry. The mages softly trembled their bodies.

Galahad lightly turned back.

Gilbert gave strength to his nostrils for nothing.

“Sir Gilbert, why making such an expression?”

“······What expression did I make for you to do so.”

“It was a very hideous expression.”

Gilbert roughly coughed, and gave strength to his face.

[I am knight Gilbert. The Special Mission Unit’s vice captain. And —.]

After kneeling dozens of knights, one absolutely could not say imagined oneself saying that line.

*

“Gwen, saw well? Oh, operating normally.”

Galahad confirmed Gwen. Behind Gwen magic was fully blooming. Seeing those eyes hazy, it seemed deeply fallen into magic.

Among the reasons for saying one will teach the mages Gwen’s weight was large. Even useless magic if just showing a lot, it was effective for Gwen.

“Lady Gwen’s state is strange.”

“Because Gwen is originally strange it is normal.”

Galahad examined Gwen’s face. Gwen’s cheeks trembled with a padeul padeul. Around that mana continuously undulated.

Gwen was a type of mage Galahad had never experienced. Magic influenced by emotion—. can one call this a mage.

Magic was originally the realm of calculation and intellect. Emotion rather had no choice but to give bad influence.

Yet Gwen used magic under the pretext of emotion. Even used authority.

‘A mage who uses magic with emotion.’

It was a figure opposite to Galahad’s magic concept. Because of that more interesting.

It was an existence like a heretic who overturns the concepts until now. The things Gwen showed were amazing to ignore.

Not only magic. Gwen used the demon race’s authority with what seen once. Rather it was the feeling specialized in authority.

There was no need to go far. The magics that rose behind Gwen right now were evidence.

Even the Dusk Magic Tower Lord whom Galahad regards as a candidate for archmage did not have such talent.

What is curious now was one.

‘Can one also use hellfire?’

Curious whether one can also use hellfire or space magic called primitive magic.

For that he called Gwen. To make the head soft by seeing numerous magics—.

‘Would be able to use.’

Because hellfire was more beautiful than any magic Galahad saw. The possibility of Gwen falling deep and using was large.

‘A little tight.’

Galahad clicked his tongue and sipped the water bottle. As the demon race’s blood spread mana turned again.

Slowly prepared the formula. Hellfire impossible appropriate size. One had to bring all concentration and pour. The heart became tight at the compression of mana.

Thump, thump, thump. The pill of pain started continuously jumping. High density mana extracted from the demon race’s blood turned.

Because saw space magic? Rather unfolding hellfire was pickier than before.

Soon—.

“Hellfire.”

A small fire rose above Galahad’s finger. It was fire possessing presence that even melts the surrounding air.

At excessive mana operation a moan naturally burst around the mouth. Galahad desperately swallowed that and pushed hellfire in front of Gwen.

Gwen’s eyes became clear. Gwen’s mouth opened with a jjeok. And—.

“Wow.”

Admired. Very largely—.

It was a reaction different from until now. At that Galahad’s eyes furrowed.

“It is not wow. Try following.”

“This?”

“Yes, it is hellfire.”

“How?”

Sincerity was full in Gwen’s voice. For example it was a reaction that would come out when making a person fly.

“You, if seeing cool magic don’t you follow. Follow this too.”

“Yes? This?! Absolutely cannot! How do this? No, how did you?!”

Gwen’s reaction was intense. At that Galahad furrowed his eyes. Because primitive magic?

“Look closely. You can do.”

“Eum.”

Gwen who looked in for a moment opened her mouth with a jjeok.

“Really amazing! How can one use such magic? Wow—.”

“Don’t admire and try.”

“Yes? It seems absolutely would not do! That feeling!”

At Gwen’s intense refusal Galahad shook his hand. Hellfire melted and scattered.

‘Authority works but primitive magic does not.’

This was unexpected. The question became even larger.

“Why cannot?”

“How do that?”

Gwen countered as if what bizarre sound. Galahad furrowed his eyes.

“And this says stop overworking a bit!”

Gwen shouted while pointing at Galahad’s chest. Certainly the body state was not good.

Because right after the fox mask faced the mages, and also unfolded hellfire.

However—.

“Saying overwork with only this degree. Grew obediently.”

To Galahad it was only.

‘Gwen who follows both authority and magic actually cannot do primitive magic—.’

This had no choice but to have meaning. Galahad quietly stared at Gwen.

“That······ shall I give a bit?”

“What?”

“This!”

Gwen pointed at herself. No, precisely pointed at the mana barrel.

“Giving?”

Previously used Gwen instead of mana stone, but giving mana was a different meaning.

“It seems one can give! With that full accel!”

“······Proxel?”

“Right! Pprakchi!”

“Hmm, Prox—. No, try.”

Gwen abruptly slammed her head into Galahad’s chest. How hard slammed the body softly shook degree. Something came over riding Gwen’s forehead.

That—.

‘······Mana?’

It was clear mana. Although the density was ordinary, the problem was that amount. Mana poured to the extent even Galahad is burdensome.

Galahad slowly turned mana. The sense of exhaustion quickly disappeared. Energy rose again.

Soon—.

“Enough.”

The sense of exhaustion that was until just now was not felt at all. Galahad’s mana was full.

“How is it?”

Gwen asked with a face full of worry.

“You, have use.”

“······Yes?!”

Then, Damien approached from the side.

Not a sword but a staff was held in Damien’s hand. Damien’s expression was somehow serious.

“···Damien, holding a staff does not mean becoming a mage.”

Damien urgently turned back. There was Gilbert flowing a sinister laugh whether imagining something strange.

Damien urgently put on the robe upside down.

“Even using a robe no.”

Damien’s shoulders drooped.

****

Marhan of the 6th Battalion long yawned. Night guard was the mission soldiers most avoid.

Although cold to the extent flesh freezes is a problem, the larger problem than that was that it is very boring.

Although magic beasts occasionally appear, the matter of rushing to the guard post was very rare. Especially the 6th Battalion was fewer.

Originally one spends time sipping alcohol or doing simple dice play, but recently became tight because of the matter that occurred in Hellorb.

“Captain, was not bad though.”

At colleague Kal’s muttering Marhan nodded. The 6th Battalion Captain had no particular interference. From the soldiers’ position it was not bad.

“I heard the head was pulled by His Highness the Grand Duke, terrible.”

Marhan stuck out his tongue.

The captain was a clear strong one. Pulling such a captain’s head—.

“His Highness the Grand Duke is a really amazing person.”

“I also have to increase hand strength a bit. Ted, pull the head a bit.”

“Wear gloves so as not to slip.”

“By the way high-rank demon race. If caught in my hand it is the end.”

Kal said while turning a thick sword with a binggeul. Then soon whether fun dropped, chattered woman stories. Next was unit stories.

“Who will come as the next captain.”

Although the Grand Duke raised the vice captain to captain, that was temporary. Although the vice captain was a capable one, a captain was an existence of a completely different class. Later it was clear the Grand Duke would formally appoint a captain.

“It would be good if Galahad comes.”

“Isn’t it a mage? Telling me to go under a mage?”

“Received His Highness the Grand Duke’s recognition, what correlation is being a mage.”

“Even if received recognition being a mage does not change.”

“So what can you do?”

Soon a fight spread. It was a common reaction about Galahad’s name. Because knowing the conclusion would be ‘follows His Highness the Grand Duke’s judgment’, Marhan slightly turned his gaze.

The North’s night was dark to a vicious degree. If not torches one could not see even an inch ahead degree.

Softly piled snow and skinny trees were all. Marhan long yawned. Truly a boring scene.

Then, something was caught in the gaze. There was something on the path that opened between the trees. Seeing small it was not a magic beast. At that Marhan narrowly opened his eyes.

That—.

‘······Kid?’

It was a kid wrapping a cloak. A very ridiculous appearance kid wearing a crown without a jewel stuck on the head—.

The kid walked barefoot between fully pouring snow. Behind such a kid a line was long. All had no expression. They walked exactly as if one body. There was only one footprint.

‘High-rank demon race—.’

Marhan urgently tried to ring the bell.

Ttaeng—. Marhan’s body stiffened as is. Even the pupils did not move.

Sabak sabak. The footsteps stepping on snow gradually approached. Countless footsteps were heard at once.

“High.”

A dry voice was heard. Marhan was prostrating at some point.

Exactly as if facing the owner—.

The inside became noisy. Soldiers appeared above the castle wall.

“Who! High-rank demon race—.”

Then, the kid’s mouth opened.

“High.”

It was still a dry voice.

Kung! Kung! Heavy sounds were heard consecutively. The soldiers above the castle wall fell to the floor. On the faces of the soldiers whose necks bent there was neither fear nor pain.

The castle gate softly opened.

“Daring taking my thing—.”

Anger was full in the ruler’s voice.