237. Bathory Family (1)
“How can a warlock get a job disguised as a mafic tower employee?”
Wallace asked. But this was more of a confirmation than a question.
Disappeared doubts and firmer convictions are the proof.
Well, it wasn’t that weird. We talked about leather masks, seeing the flow of magic, and other things related to warlocks.
Above all else, he has been in a state of suspicion from the village.
‘No, was it on the train?’
So Oliver didn’t hide it any more.
“How did you happen?”
“I’m sorry, but I have to give you a more specific answer than that. I have a lot of questions.”
“Is that so?”
“okay. How did you become a personal employee of the Warmage who fought in the burrows? I heard you escaped safely, but were you really caught?”
Burutton is the city where Oliver and Arthur went to arrest Wallace at the request of the city.
There, Oliver fought Wallace briefly, but the Warmage’s intervention forced him to cooperate instead of fighting. It seemed like the world didn’t know what it was. Just like right now.
“uh? By the way·····. Have you revealed your identity now?”
“A topic you already knew, what are you talking about? Do I look stupid?”
Wallace didn’t even know that his identity had already been revealed. Oliver was amazed.
“ah····. You are amazing.”
“That’s what I’m going to say. What the hell are you?”
The words were sincere. Wallace lit up doubts, curiosity, and vigilance.
Oliver thought for a moment about whether he could talk about Merlin, and then came up with an appropriate answer.
“Well····. I know Professor Kevin’s acquaintance, but somehow I got a job through him.”
“That sounds crazy. Are you telling me to believe it?”
“Even if it sounds crazy, it’s true.”
Oliver spoke with sincerity, and Wallace said nothing.
Even nonsense stories used to be persuasive depending on the person, because Oliver was just such a case.
Oliver thought deeply and opened his mouth.
“…By the way, Mr. Wallace, isn’t it strange that I use magic?”
“Hewitt and Alistair, who were captured by you, told me that you used magic.”
“ah····. How are you two doing?”
“I can’t get along because of you… Tell me. Are you a rare case? Or are you a warlock who uses magic with forbidden knowledge like the Bathory family?”
“Forbidden knowledge? ·····I don’t know for sure, but I’m probably a rare case. I used it all of a sudden, but what the hell is the Bathory family?”
Oliver asked about the Bathory family. Because they had a lot of questions.
The camouflage superior to a normal leather mask, a zombie with vitality and emotion, and a unique technique using blood as a medium, etc.
Wallace answered.
“You’re a warlock, don’t you know about the Bathory family?”
“I don’t know much about that… Are you black?”
Wallace’s expression softened in response to the calm and even shameless answer. It was absurd and I was out of energy.
“Not as far as I know. Rather, it is quite the opposite.”
“Are you against it? What does that mean?”
“The Bathory family is in opposition to the black-handed human meat chefs. At least as far as I know.”
“Oh I see····. But how do you know Mr. Wallace?”
“The Bathory family was once a big player in the Northland human trafficking market, so I came to know about it in the process of subjugating a human trafficking organization. This is the first time I have seen it in person.”
“The Kell Freedom and Independence Army is the enemy of the Kingdom Army, do you have room to fight human traffickers?”
Wallace pointed his flaming longsword at Oliver.
Despite the distance, I could feel the heat.
“It’s fine to ask questions, but don’t judge us. The Kell Freedom and Independence Army is not a passive organization to fight the kingdom. An active organization fighting for the freedom and safety of the Kel people.”
It was a sensitive part, so Wallace was furious, but the words were sincere. His determination, pride, and will could be seen in his emotions. It was pretty. As much as Kevin.
“sorry. We apologize. I don’t know much, so I’m making stupid noises… So, can you tell us about the Bathory family?”
Oliver asked for an answer, and Wallace hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth.
“…a small but powerful warlock organization with continental roots. They say it’s an organization that has been around for over a hundred years.”
“One hundred years…. Incredible.”
“As a demon worshiper, he consumes blood to prolong his life and steals magic from others. He also used black magic through blood… It must be true.”
Oliver agreed to some extent. The black magic they used was different from the general black magic.
In that case, it was highly likely that it was the power or knowledge gained through trading with the devil.
‘Or, it could be its own black magic developed by one’s own efforts… But even if you steal magic through the power of the devil, can you handle it that well? Having power and dealing with it are two different things.’
“Now what?”
Wallace asked Oliver, who was lost in thought.
“Well····. If I have time, I’d like to talk to you. The department called Bathory. There are a lot of things I want to ask about, such as unusual zombies, blood-based drinks, and magic.”
“I’m not asking that. I’m asking if you want to run away from here or not.”
“·····Yes?”
“I know your skills are excellent, but the Batori family is an organization that has survived the confrontation with the Finger of the Black Hand. That you have some skills. Besides, this place is actually their hideout. If you go in any more, you can die… What are you going to do?”
It’s like, it’s dangerous, so if you’re scared, you’ll fall for it. It was tough, but it was caring.
“Ummm… how about Wallace?”
“I finally found the culprits who kidnapped the villagers, what do you think I will do?”
A straight answer without a single hesitation. I liked it quite a bit.
“Then I will follow. It’s because the entrance is blocked anyway, and he doesn’t seem to want to let them go.”
said Oliver, looking down the hallway inside the lab.
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Normal eyes had yet to see anything, but the warlock’s eyes saw a multitude of enemies approaching.The special zombies of the Bathory family.
“Kyaahahaha!!!”
“Khahahaha-!!”
“aa!!!”
“Karr, rumbling–!”
Wallace raised his flaming long sword to the sound of cries that were getting louder and clearer from far away in the hallway, and Oliver replenished his magic by drinking the magic potion he had brought in his arms.
The potion that Kevin brought was of good quality and was filled with considerable magical power compared to the quantity.
“Are you sure you don’t want to use black magic?”
“Now that I have my status and here is the world capital, I think it would be better not to use black magic.”
“ah····. Right.”
Wallace answered as if he knew. There was a world tree nearby, so Net Navigator and magic hackers could see him using black magic.
“Warlocks fight with magic… Even if I die, I don’t know.”
“I will do my best not to disturb you.”
“I really like that attitude.”
With those words, Wallace swung his sword and fired flames forward.
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Kyyayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
The flames from Wallace flew in a spiral like a snake and attacked the rushing zombies.
Even a magician could get caught up in this high-fidelity magic in a relatively narrow hallway, but Wallace showed great control over his magic to prevent that from happening.
As proof, the flame that flew like a snake turned only a large number of zombies into ashes, and then carefully extinguished like a match.
How can you control fire magic that is characterized by powerful firepower and a wide range of hits? Oliver couldn’t easily guess how hard Wallace had worked.
‘And with this ability, he committed himself to the Kell Free Independence Army… If I had stayed in the tower, I would have been treated much better.’
Oliver, who had seen the treatment of professors at the tower, thought.
They were also of the upper classes in Landa, and they enjoyed economic prosperity and respect.
But Wallace left the tower. Oliver wondered. Why did he leave the tower?
‘Because it’s Kel? No, it’s not.’
Oliver shook his head.
Even red people who are discriminated against if they have excellent skills can become masters of the tower and be recognized by some people, much less the Kells.
Despite the urgent situation, Oliver was curious.
What made Wallace take the difficult path of the Kell Free Independence Army instead of the easy path of the tower.
“I’ll take the lead, you follow closely behind!”
Wallace, who had cleaned up the zombies in front with fire magic, ran forward and said.
At that, Oliver came to his senses and followed Wallace closely.
Wallace, who volunteered to take the lead, dug straight through the zombie swarms weakened by fire magic and swung his long sword from left to right.
ハハーハーハーハー!!
The flames drew red lines through the air with a horrifying sound, and, to their surprise, burned everything in its attack range.
Most of the zombies were instantly burned to ashes by their powerful firepower, but some of them showed a different appearance.
“Kyahak!! Kyahahahaha!!!”
While the zombie was in pain and fear, he clumsily used his body’s magic to resist the fire.
Of course, such an act was rather poisonous to Wallace’s flames.
Pahahahaha-!!!
In response to the condensed magic power, Wallace’s flames exploded and swallowed up the zombies who were struggling to resist as well as the zombies around them.
Zombies screaming like beasts and turning to ashes, and flames that use them as firewood to grow.
Wallace sighed and looked back.
The flames grew larger than expected, and even Oliver behind him could be swept away, but to his surprise, Oliver mimicked Wallace and controlled the flames using his magical powers so that they did not harm him.
“·······!!”
Wallace wasn’t quite that surprised. He himself put a lot of effort into dealing with this flame, but the warlock immediately imitated it.
However, once you know the story, it wasn’t that strange. Oliver had even controlled the scorching fire, which was worse than Wallace’s fire.
“Why?”
Oliver asked, looking at Wallace who had stopped on his way.
Wallace shook his head and replied.
“No, nothing…. Is the flame okay?”
Oliver looked at the flames around him and answered.
“A bit tricky but ok.”
“It’s a little tricky…. Alright then, let’s break through head-on like this. Is there any problem?”
“There is not.”
With those words, Wallace linked his magic to the flames and thrust his sword forward.
Like a commander’s baton.
Then the flames, which had been burning indiscriminately, greedy for magical power, spread out all at once like a hunting dog.
“I go straight through the front like this and grab the boss. It is most effective to take the boss in battle.”
“Do you know where it is?”
“It must be on the bottom floor of this lab. Usually the boss is in the safest place.”
“Oh, that’s right.”
Someone said the moment they entered the spacious hall through the hallway with flames burning zombies.
With him, a massive storm of cold flew towards Wallace’s flame, creating steam and wind like flames and explosions.
As a result of strong fire and strong cold air, Wallace’s flames extinguished, and with it, water vapor to fill the entire space was created, limiting the field of vision.
“huh····!”
Without bewildered by the sudden vapor, Wallace swung his flaming sword to clear the mist and then swung the sword as it was.
At first glance, it looked like it was swung in empty air, but it cut through the mist and quickly approached something.
“Kyaak-!!”
The woman retreated, groaning in pain. He seemed to be a warlock from the Bathory family like Lena.
Even though Wallace successfully blocked the enemy’s attack, he was vigilant and swung his blade again to block the enemies that attacked one after another.
Two women appeared through the vapor.
Kak-! gang!!
This time, there was a sound other than the sound of cutting meat.
The sound of steel and steel collided, and when I looked, the warlocks were holding swords and scythes made of ice.
Like Wallace’s flame, it was made of magical ice. Surprisingly, the ice neutralized Wallace’s flame and halved its power.
“why? Did you not expect this?”
Said the female warlock who made an ice sword in her hand. Considering the density of magic that made up the ice and the dense technique, he was not a complacent opponent.
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Not only that, but warlocks of a similar level were all around, holding ice spears and ice magic in their hands.All of them using ice magic, something was unnatural. As if considering Wallace’s compatibility, there was even an artificial feeling.
“aah!!”
While confronting each other and judging the opponent’s strength, a scream that seemed to tear their ears resounded, and everyone’s attention was drawn to it.
At the end of her gaze, a female warlock from the Bathory family stepped back, grabbing one of her torn faces.
She looked at Oliver hatedly with her only one left eye, and Oliver looked at him humbly at the half of his face, which hung loosely at the tip of the tonfa.
The fresh, dripping skin of his face frowned upon even Wallace, hardened by war and battle, but Oliver learned one thing from observation instead of disgust.
“Leather mask that has not been processed . . . No, you’re wearing raw hide.”
At Oliver’s words, Wallace saw the female warlock with her face torn.
As Oliver said, there was a new face under the torn face.
A gray face, as hard as a corpse.
“It’s disgusting…. I think I know why you drink blood.”
Wallace said involuntarily.
Although he did not have any special proficiency in black magic, Wallace, who had experienced numerous human groups and situations, was able to guess the reason based on his experience, instinct, and knowledge.
Rather than simply drinking blood to gain strength and eternal life, for them, blood was food for survival.
Food to sustain a cursed body that is virtually dead.
And Wallace wasn’t the only one to figure that out.
“Five····. You too are zombies. of the Bathory family. However, there seems to be a sense of self-consciousness… That’s amazing. How was it made? Everyone.”
The admiration of seeing a brilliant zombie and the pure question based on him enraged all the female warlocks, and they attacked Oliver and Wallace.
Wallace straightened up his posture and said to Oliver.
“You always say less.”
“It’s not easy.”