Chapter 180 – Water and Ice
Lorsha was dodging the attacks by a piece of paper. It was daunting just to dodge the flying ice spears and arrows, but thanks to Damian handling the other enemies, I was able to focus on avoiding, and thanks to that, I was able to dodge without difficulty. The ice blows from Boars were slow compared to Tristan’s attacks, so even Lorsha could avoid them if she focused.
“There’s no point in just avoiding it!”
“… Like your belly fat?”
“My belly fat is done now!”
“You’ve become obese.”
“This bitch is real! That’s all I can say!”
“Yeah next pig.”
Rorsha was provoking it to the fullest, but it didn’t change that there were no sharp moves. Other people might have many means to poke their weaknesses, but she, who was only devoted to water-attribute magic, had no other options.
“Through the teeth of the water dragon.”
sharp pillars of water rising from the earth,
“Thread and kill the sea god’s trident.”
The spear of water approaching from three directions,
“Wrath of the hungry sea, it’s time to feast.”
Spells that tear flesh and pour salt into the cracks to inflict pain,
“I would have said it was meaningless, but this skinny man!”
All of them froze as soon as they touched Boers’ body, and all of them lost their meaning. No matter what she did, her coldness could not be pierced, and Rorsha’s magic was slowly wearing away.
“What a bitch…”
“It’s too late to surrender now! You’re going to die the worst death in the world!”
Lorsha had just poured all her mana into one magic and tried to win with an all-or-nothing attitude. Even though it was a handshake, it was the only thing left for her. But at that moment, there was a man sitting in a tree behind Boers in front of her.
It was Damian, her son from the future and the cause of her stress.
“Hey!!! Hurry up and help!!!”
“…”
Damian quietly took out a small bag containing something. Then, the lower part of the mask was separated.
“Hey what are you doing!”
“…because it’s lunchtime. Too bad I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday.”
Damian pulled out a piece of bread from his bag.
“Oh…the bread is dry. No matter how thick or soft a bread like this is, it’s worthless if it’s dry.”
Damian crushed the dry, crumbly bread with his fist, and the bread crumbled and crashed to the ground. And Lorsha, who was avoiding the attacks coming at her, became angry like fire.
“Hey, this dog! Are you fighting alone when you’re fighting people?”
“Because my mother taught me not to skip meals.”
“Have you not been taught to come and help someone fighting in front of you!”
“… I don’t have it. I was told to quit because I don’t want to see you today.”
“Did you keep it in there, you little bastard.”
Regardless of what you say, Damian took a piece of soft bread out of his bag and began to butter it.
“It’s not bad to spread some good lard, but butter would suit this type of bread. Yes, turn the bread inside out and spread butter on it. Spreading butter on the outside doesn’t mean anything, it just throws away clean hands. It’s useless work. It’s a bonus to spend.”
In front of the fighting people, the sight of eating turkey ham with butter and honey spread on bread was enough to buy the wrath of the fighting parties.
“Once I get rid of that pig, I’ll kill you first, son of a bitch!”
“Once you kill that skinny tower master, it’s your turn next, pervert wearing a mask!”
Whatever he said, Damian quietly munched on his sandwich. Then he left a meaningful message.
“My mother put a lot of emphasis on table etiquette. You learn a lot from eating. Don’t you think so too?”
“What…”
“Neither my mother nor I like to repeat the same thing over and over again. That’s all I can say.”
After that, Damian bit off the apple and didn’t say anything.
“That bastard has a thorn in his body and a scavenging disease, to put it bluntly!”
Damian was eager to applaud his mother’s rather sharp insight.
Then, for a moment, he remembered what he had said. Even if it seems like a meaningless chatter, I thought it would be meaningful.
“No, I understand roughly what you want to say… is that possible…?”
Despite Lorsha’s question, Damian continued to eat the apple with a crunchy sound, but did not respond.
“Are these people talking nonsense in front of people!”
“There’s no one here except me! There’s only one demon who’s crazy about frozen pigs!”
Lorsha decided to make a new magic on the spot with a feeling of being all or nothing. The development of ordinary magic was a complicated task that required complex communication with the spirits, complex magical power replacement calculations, and the approval of the spirit king.
If there could be an exception, it was the magic that did not require communion with the spirit called the spirit spear, or the magic created by a person who made a direct contract with the spirit king by communicating with the spirit king on the spot without a middle bridge called the spirit.
“If you get this wrong, I’ll kill you…”
“…as you like.”
Damian threw away the apple he was eating and took out a canteen and started drinking. Lorsha clicked her tongue and drew a spell in her head. And without intermediate approval, he was able to get the approval of the water spirit king who contracted with him.
“The water spirit king…”
“I should have told you, no matter how much water you pour on me, it’s pointless!”
“I will reap the blessings of the flowing waters from the impure who pollute them.”
“What…”
Momentarily, water droplets began to form on Boers’ sweat glands, eyes, and nose. And the drops of water that touched her skin froze.
“Ha… I guess it’s magic to drain the moisture out of my body… As you can see, it was blocked by my skin, which freezes everything. It’s not that it’s meaningless…”
“You must have gained weight in your brain, you are really stupid.”
“What?”
When Boers couldn’t understand Lorsha’s words, he quietly watched the battle and predicted the direction of the fight.
“The match is decided.”
As the water protruding through the sweat glands began to freeze, Boers’ body was covered with ice, and as the water protruding through the tear glands froze, her eyes began to freeze, and the water flowing through the nose froze. Even her nostrils were blocked by the ice.
“Absorbing water from the whole body, there’s no way you can do such a cumbersome task, pig bitch. That’s a magic I made to kill you alone.”
Boars’ huge body was covered in ice like an ice statue, and only her mouth remained unfrozen.
“What the fuck…!”
“At first, I thought about spraying a large amount of water like a waterfall, but I thought I would avoid it even if it was four foolish years.”
“Help me! I was in pain too! With a body like this…”
At that time, an apple that flew from somewhere blocked Boers’ mouth.
“Come to think of it, I like it quite a bit. A dish where a piglet is bitten with an apple and baked whole.”
Hearing Damian’s words, Lorsha smiled.
“Yeah… I quite like that.”
“Unfortunately, I haven’t eaten often.”
“Really? Then how about eating now?”
“…not bad.”
Damian and Lorsha’s fists, loaded with magical powers, hit the frozen Boers, who were scattered on the ground in pieces of ice like the chamber Damian had just crushed.
“But I like a roast whole pig. I don’t like a frozen one. The only thing they have in common is that they’re biting into an apple.”
Then, Lorsha’s fist hit Damian’s chin.
“People are fighting, and you leisurely eat bread and watch? What kind of dog am I?”
“… that hurts.”
“Tsk, but at what age are you so strong? To find a weakness or strategy as soon as you see it…”
“Let me tell you from experience. I am under no obligation to answer further.”
“Still an unlucky bird…”
“Cool!”
Lorsha, who was still trying to curse at him for being an unlucky bastard, was surprised. Damian, who was having a good conversation, suddenly vomited black blood, which was surprising.
“Hey what! Did you get hit in a fight?”
Damian seemed to have lost his strength for a moment, and he didn’t hesitate.
“There’s no way you’ll get hurt against those rubbish… Yes, this is simple ink.”
“Are you fucking eating!”
“Yeah, isn’t there pasta using squid ink… It’s similar to that. So don’t worry about it.”
Damian shook off the worried Lorsha and ran away. Lorsha quietly looked at the black blood that Damian spat out and was lost in thought. She had read a similar account in a demonic book she read long ago, but the contents of that page didn’t quite come to mind, as if it were blocked by a fog.
Damian, who was far away, continued to vomit black blood.
“Damn… I need to hold on a little longer… Damn it…”