TLed by NolepGuy
Chapter 100
All of Hans’ attacks were rendered useless.
The attacks derived from Dark Magic disappeared silently as soon as they touched my body, and ordinary magic was also unable to exert its power due to my resistance.
Hans, who was flustered, cast a bewildered expression and poured out his magic.
“What’s going on? Your body…!”
“I guess it’s because I ate well and slept well, so I’m healthy now. If you’re envious, go to bed early and wake up late.”
“Don’t joke around…!”
As Hans continued to cast his magic, his eyebrows trembled, and cold sweat flowed from his hands, lowering the accuracy of his magic.
Hans was frantic.
He was worried that the Imperial Army might arrive after hearing the commotion.
Or that the Tower Master, who was looking for him, might show up. What was even more frightening was the fear that the monster in front of him might lose patience at any moment.
His confident and relaxed gestures, which had been filled with Dark Energy, had disappeared, and after his main abilities, Attraction and Repulsion, had been rendered useless, Hans changed his strategy and began to throw surrounding structures at me.
-Uzzi.
The walls that had surrounded us with Dark Energy were torn off and blocked my view.
With a calm gesture, I swung Tirbing in the air, and the wall that had been flying towards me lost its magical flow and fell to the ground powerlessly.
Unfazed, Hans manipulated the broken fragments of the wall and launched another attack, but nothing changed.
Tirbing is a sword that kills Wizards.
The broken stone fragments, controlled by Hans’ magic, lost their power once again as I swung my sword, and they fell to the ground.
As the debris from the wall began to create a dust cloud, the remnants of the Heretics beside Hans started to move.
Was this what they were waiting for?
I said to the Heretic, who was emitting a killing intent,
“Are you going to move now?”
The Heretic Knight, who was slowly approaching me, didn’t scare me at all, even though I was outnumbered.
“I guess Hans is the successor, since he’s the strongest. The Heretics are an ideal group that evaluates people based on their abilities, I suppose.”
I made a joke,
and warned them,
“If you move, you’ll die.”
A red aura began to emanate from my fingertips. As the aura-infused sword, Tirbing, was filled with the throbbing sensation, it started to tremble and make a ‘uung’ sound.
The blade, which was trying to contaminate its owner’s mind, was making an unpleasant noise, like a spoiled dog.
“Shut up before I break you.”
As I spoke harshly, Tirbing quieted down with a ‘ueng’ sound. Even a high-performance sword is useless if it bites its owner.
“If you bark again, I’ll melt you down.”
Tirbing’s rebellion subsided at my serious threat. The magical flow emanating from Tirbing made everyone’s eyes widen in surprise.
The remnants of the Heretics, who were wary of me, gripped their swords tightly, and even Hans,
who had been driven by confidence, now looked at me with a mixture of fear and awe.
And
“Crazy bastard.”
Hans, who couldn’t close his mouth,
I smiled lightly and said,
“Aren’t you coming?”
The Heretics charged at me in response to my provocation, their attacks sharp and targeted, each one showcasing their unique skills.
It was a fierce and intense assault.
The combined might of the skilled swordsmen was overwhelming, but I didn’t waver.
If my opponents were Mikhail or Ruin, I would have turned them into hedgehogs.
Unfortunately, they weren’t.
I thought that maybe, just maybe, their deaths would be a result of underestimating me, a selfish and cunning swordsman.
I used my sense perception to gauge the positions of the Heretics.
One above my head.
One behind my back.
Three in front of me.
And Hans’ magic, which was being prepared with all his might.
I didn’t know the name of the magic Hans was preparing, but it was likely a large-scale magic designed to wipe me out, along with the Heretics.
A heartless guy, willing to kill his own allies.
Hans’ lack of camaraderie was appalling.
As Hans’ hand glowed with Dark Energy, I swung my sword, infused with the Red Aura, in a wide arc.
The sword energy, filled with the Red Aura, spread out and
cut through the Heretics, sending them crashing to the ground, their bodies turning into lifeless corpses.
Five of them fell.
Hans’ voice, filled with despair, echoed through the air.
“You crazy monster!”
The magic Hans had been preparing was extinguished by Tirbing’s blade. Hans’ face, now filled with a sense of hopelessness, was shrouded in darkness.
“Calling me a crazy bastard is a bit much, don’t you think?”
“This doesn’t make sense. The Heretics’ swordsmen…”
Hans looked at me with trembling eyes.
Overwhelmed by my superior strength, Hans hung his head in defeat.
I offered him some parting words,
“Why don’t you drop out of the Heretics and re-enroll in prison? They’ll give you a diploma just for attending.”
What a wonderful school, where you can graduate just by attending classes, without worrying about grades.
“I’ll use my connections to make it happen.”
“Shut up.”
Hans let out a long sigh and pushed his black-rimmed glasses up with his middle finger.
“I’m trying to be considerate, but you’re not making it easy.”
“…”
“You don’t want to die, do you?”
Hans’ shoulders trembled at my harsh joke.
I approached Hans, intending to finish him off. I had thought about killing him, but I decided to spare his life for the sake of the novel’s future.
Maybe I could just cut off one of his arms.
Or destroy his magic circuit, so he could never use magic again.
Hans was supposed to be an antagonist who would later realize his mistakes and sacrifice himself to protect the protagonist’s group.
So, I decided to spare his life.
Barely.
As the shadow of death loomed over Hans, he began to struggle with all his might.
He was using every last bit of magic he had, desperate to escape his predicament. I felt a pang of sympathy for Hans, but my decision was not one to be easily reversed.
I asked Hans, with a hint of consideration,
“Which hand do you use the most?”
“…”
“I’ll take both hands, then.”
“It would be best to destroy your magic circuit as well, while I’m at it.”
With a stoic face, I spoke harshly to Hans, who replied in a trembling voice,
“Shut up…!”
“Or should I take both your legs instead?”
To eliminate any future threats, as the black sword gleamed in the moonlight,
Hans pulled out a dagger from his chest and, with a faint smile, cut off his own finger.
“I’ll kill you next time.”
Using his finger as an offering, Hans gained Dark Energy, and a black gate opened behind him.
As the gate engulfed Hans and disappeared, I swung my sword to block his escape.
“You can’t leave without settling the score.”
My sword rose again,
this time with the intention of not missing my target, as I aimed for Hans’ wrist.
“Not so fast.”
The Old Man’s voice stopped me from taking action.
The familiar face of the Old Man was standing at the entrance of the alleyway. And Hans, who had seen the Old Man’s face, began to be consumed by fear.
Master of the Magic Tower.
The Tower Master was standing, looking at me.
“I’ll take him.”
I said to the Tower Master,
“It doesn’t seem like that’s possible. There are still things that need to be settled.”
A fierce magic was emanating from the Tower Master’s hand.
“I’ll take him. The settlement can be done later.”
I let out a deep sigh.
“You must keep your promise.”
*
The scene of the intense battle.
After Hans and the Kidnapper, the Master of the Magic Tower, had left, I looked at the giant cracked wall and let out a deep sigh.
“Who should I bill for the repair costs?”
“I couldn’t ask the Heretics, and I couldn’t ask the Magic Tower either…”
Since there was no law in the Empire regarding damage to property caused by unauthorized groups, I looked around and muttered to myself,
“Let’s just leave it.”
It’s good for my mental health to let go of things that no one knows about. I knew that if there were no witnesses, it was better to just leave it, as I had experience with damaging property with the Young Lady before.
We had never paid compensation for damage before, as we had once damaged a wall with a fireball and cut down a roadside tree with a sword after receiving it as a gift.
I glanced around again and slowly approached Yuria, who was leaning against the wall, to pick her up.
Yuria, who was drunk, was asleep, unable to shake off the effects of the alcohol.
“Cooh…”
You’re sleeping well.
I had been worried that Yuria might wake up during the battle, but thanks to her drunkenness, she was sleeping peacefully, and I let out a sigh of relief.
“Let’s go.”
As I was about to pick up Yuria,
I felt a familiar pain in my right hand.
“Ah…”
I had forgotten something for a moment.
It was the wound from the past, which I had forgotten because my Dark Magic Resistance had increased. I should have expected a repercussion since I had used Limit Break, but I had forgotten about it for a while, so I didn’t realize the severity of the problem.
I looked at my right hand, which was throbbing in pain.
My hand was turning black.
The scars that had been there before were starting to reappear.
They were scars that would disappear once the penalty was over.
I wondered what Yuria would say if she saw this.
Let’s just sit down for a moment until the pain subsides.
I sat down, leaning against the wall, trying to bear the pain.
Soon,
A voice broke the silence, and I was taken aback.
“Uh…?”
Yuria was looking at me,
With trembling eyes.