37 – Episode 37 The Traitor
The black magicians that ordinary people think of are those who are cruel and
have joined hands with evil to achieve what they want.
It’s not really a bad idea, but most of the warlocks, with a few exceptions, are
just idiots.
Compared to the effort of black magic, the achievement is fast, and even if you
do not have talent, you can quickly rise to a certain level or higher.
The majority of low- to mid-level warlocks who could rise without effort had no
talent, no effort, and no persistence.
Glaya clicked her tongue.
“The warlocks aren’t what they used to be.”
He looked at Krell, who was reciting all his personal information while weaving
tears, and looked at him with a pitiful look.
Huh, true.
I was stunned and almost threw dirt in the minister’s eyes.
“No. That’s right. The kids we dealt with in the past were all upper class or
higher, right?”
“But still. It’s because the middle class is so weak.”
Glaya scratched her chin, thinking of the warlocks of old. In fact, there is
nothing like the past. Right now, five years ago, they were black magicians.
It wasn’t like this in the days when there was greed, pride, anger, and sloth,
but kids these days are young.
I stared at the minister with strange eyes.
‘That’s how you feel because you get stronger as you get older.’
The word comes out of my throat and goes in.
War locks were by no means weak. It feels like the quality has fallen a little
compared to a few years ago, but at this level, gentle wizards are at a level
where they can eat cheaply.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“it’s nothing.”
Leaving behind my useless thoughts, I turned to Krell again.
After the minister touched him a few times, I dug up some information from the
guy who quickly became obedient.
“So where is your headquarters?”
It was when I asked.
Krell gasps as if he is out of breath.
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The whites of the pupils are exposed, and the mouth is foaming.
The demonic energy gurgled and swallowed the warlock.
“0h ahhhhh …”
The Minister and I, who had seen this type of figure many times, fixed our eyes
on Krell.
“He’s coming.”
“The bizarre way is still the same.”
The familiar Magi was caught at the end of the senses.
The warlock’s eyes rolled over, his jaw widened to the point where he dropped,
then his limbs trembled and black demonic energy flowed out of the hole called
the hole.
Glaya shook her head when she saw Krell’s condition.
“It worked.”
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“Iknow, right.”
Krell was eaten by something. And that something was someone the Minister and I
knew very well.
The red eyes are clearly visible through the thick, falling raindrops.
The warlock, someone other than Krell, opened his twisted mouth.
[Glaaya… And you are Cadian.-
The guy spoke respectfully inappropriately.
The master of greed humbles himself.
raised the opponent.
He asks in a lively, cheerful, bright voice like a clown.
[The fact that the two of you are here must have come to rescue the Ministry of
Magic, right?]
The owner of greed grinned. The nerve circuit was partially cut off, so the
muscles around the mouth were out of control, so the forced smile was quite
believable.
“Where are the children?”
Glaya took a step closer. Glaya’s face occupies most of the body’s eyes occupied
by greed. He asked with an angry expression, and asked greed again.
“Who are you talking about children?”
“Ministry of Magic.”
“Ah, them.”
Greed moved his head. He remembered the children Glaya was talking about. They
are the ones who have memories. And they were the ones he personally ordered to
kill. Eyes of greed roll.
“hmm. But don’t you know? You guys would know… Ah. Did the emperor hide it? Or
was it hidden by a sneaky night mouse?”
Glaya felt annoyed at Greed speaking incomprehensible words. He grabbed Krell’s
head with his big hand.
It was the moment when he was just about to grab his grip.
Greed whispers.
“Are you going to cut off the conversation? Is there any information you should
get from me?”
The guy smiled brightly.
“If you have something to say, say it quickly. Otherwise…”
sh*t.
The sound of bones cracking echoed openly. Greed laughed.
“You don’t change anything. Glaya. great warrior. The hero who killed the
king.
Glaya’s eyebrows twitch.
Greed rolled his eyes.
“and.”
The black dot on the white of the eye touches me.
[You distorted, you are still a madman.)
I, too, naturally wrinkled my face like a minister.
“Enough with the introduction. Talk about the main story. Where are my kids?”
“Is that all the question?”
Greed rolled his eyes. Dark red eyes shine.
“A total of three. I will answer three questions.”
dude, he said that
Glaya blew the first question.
“I’ve been asking where my kids are since before.”
“Your friend. Ask the Minister of Information. He must know.”
The first question is over.
The second question I asked.
“Why did you attack the Ministry of Magic?”
“They take information they shouldn’t have. Oh, and this is a bit presumptuous
of a question, but it is information I can give to you who are distorted.”
He was doing me a favor.
I asked the next and last question.
“…How did you attack the Ministry of Magic?”
This is a question I didn’t want to ask. Because I have a guess. But ask to be
sure. Greed twisted his crooked neck a little more.
“You know that, right?”
his mouth opens wide spit out words he confirms
“Ministry of Magic. There was a traitor among those you trusted.”
This concludes the three questions.
“…Why do you tell me that there is a traitor?”
But I asked The favor of greed was abnormal. So, I had no choice but to ask.
Words of greed may be lies.
However, he was giving ‘answers’ to every question.
Greed answers wonder.
“This is the fourth question, but I will answer it.”
He hummed happily.
“I got what I wanted. And now I feel like I can tell you.”
Glaya, who had been listening quietly, smashed the warlock’s skull as soon as
the conversation was over.
Greed has the last word.
[…Look carefully at those who betrayed you.
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“…Dog-like Ministry bastards.”
The Minister of Information, Griego, was faced with a situation in which he
could not help cursing. He covered part of the communication passage and cursed
softly.
His mouth shuts up only after spitting out curses such as dumbass, crazy
bastard, madman, and glaya bastard for a long time.
Even if you curse like this, you can’t undo what happened anyway.
He looked down at the communication port.
[Minister of Information?]
“Yes. Your Majesty.”
[Please take good care of me.]
“All right.”
Griego replied bluntly. I didn’t feel the same divergence in my voice as before.
A light flashed from the communication port, and a voice flowed out.
[And… if I find any, then I’ll leave it up to you.]
the emperor’s words. His Griego pursed his lips for a moment.
Breaking the long silence, he speaks.
“If it is Cadian de Uzatran. May I kill you?”
The question is whether it is possible to obtain the right to evade life and
death. Lane, who was in the imperial palace, rubbed her eyes.
He remembered Griego’s castle. Grieggo Noddy, former Marquess of Lacuston, now
demoted and made Earl.
Lane spoke slowly.
[…are you still resentful?]
“It’s not resentment. Why do I resent him, who is the same victim? But if I do,
I just want to kill him with my own hands.”
[…That’s not going to happen… but if he really did that, get permission from
Glaya first.]
“Yes. I will.”
Communication was there.
The faint light of the communication sphere gradually disappears.
Griego did not release the round communication phrase from his hand until the
light of the communication phrase blinked.
Before long, the communication port completely turned into darkness.
He looked up at the sky and called the name of the young Glaya three times.
I’ll be a little quiet in the system. Why did you bring the entire Ministry of
Magic all the way here?
And at the same time, he remembered Cadian’s face. It would be a lie if he had
no resentment or resentment.
But under a bloody history.
Cadian, who was the starting point, the starting point, and the end at the same
time, knowing that he also shed the same blood in the end.
He did not vent his resentment. However… only the fragment of resentment was
nestled in a corner of his heart.
Wearing a dark colored robe.
“First of all, we’ll have to contact the Ministry of Magic.”
The Minister of Information, Griego, slipped out of the alley and walked
outside. He has a lot of work to do now.
We need to get information from the warlocks, and learn from the Ministry of
Magic…
Griego blinked.
As soon as he got out of the alley and onto the main road, Griego found the
Ministry of Magic.
It seemed that the hair color and skin color of the face were changed with
disguise magic while wearing a black robe, but the overall shape of the face was
not changed.
A master of disguise and apology, the Minister of Information, Griego could
immediately recognize them.
Not to mention the 2nd Seogwan.
Flan Derilein, the first secretary, was once the same marquess and had quite a
lot of exchanges, so with that level of disguise, he could be recognized from
100 meters away.
Griego lightly moved his feet and approached them.
The 1st and 2nd officers were doing something, and they didn’t feel Griego’s
presence until they got closer.
“Hmm.”
He gave a little chuckle as part of it. Officers 1 and 2 pulled their eyes
upward, looked forward, and tilted their heads.
Griego’s unrecognizable attitude forced him to unleash some of the disguise
magic, realizing that he had played the role too.
“Are you the Minister of Information?”
Flan Derilane recognized him first. Fran had met quite a few Ministers of
Information. It was quick to find out thanks to that.
“Why is the Minister of Information here?”
Afterwards, Trani also recognized him.
“Don’t call me Minister of Information, call me Griel.”
The title of Minister of Information is too conspicuous. Griego gave him a name
that suited his current status.
“And what are your names?”
“I am Pran and this is Trani.”
Fran explained even Trani at once.
Greel asked.
“But why are you alone here? Glaya and Vice Minister Cadian?”
Fran pointed back.
“He’s just on his way from there.”
At the tips of his fingers, there were mages walking and wearing black robes.