113. Flowers bloom even in the mud
It was about 15 years ago that Baileaf discovered the Habstrain Gorge.
He was an ordinary wizard traveling around the battlefield, but one day he got drunk with the magic of a monster he encountered and wanted to become a warlock.
It was fortunate that I found Habstine Gorge while serving as a mercenary. Realizing that Magi was not only drunk, but also talented.
He took a seat in the heart of Magi and began his research. They encroached upon the monsters one by one and raised them as undead to form a corps.
Although he could not leave the canyon at will because he was watching the empire, he persevered, thinking that one day he would be able to reveal his power to the whole world.
By the way.
But this is something
“…you, who are you?”
He knelt down and buried his head on the ground.
His voice trembled with tension and fear.
“Berge Deias.”
“Berge Deias…?”
“You humans are called the Demon King of Salt.”
“···Devil.”
why the devil
He was drunk with magic, but he wanted to become a warlock, but he didn’t want to become a servant of the demon king.
So I came to the Habsline Gorge.
I thought I could become a warlock without becoming a servant of the demon king by finding a demon without an owner.
In fact, it was and it came this far.
But now why?
“You’re like a dumb rat.”
The Demon King scoffed.
“Did you know that you would be able to hide the demon king’s magic even after coveting it?”
“All Magi move according to my will. It’s not like you dare to covet a bastard like you.”
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Magi resonated.The heat radiated from the hand placed on Vileaf’s head.
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Maggie rushed in. He screamed in pain as if he was being supported by a pharynx.The pain started in the head and spread through the neck and throughout the body. My heart was pounding. My bones and my soul struggled in agony.
But Magi suppressed even his struggles.
“iced coffee···.”
Byrif sighed. In spite of the terrible pain, he instinctively realized what the demon king’s magic was doing.
The mark of obedience.
A contract between the demon king and the family that is engraved on the soul. and stigma.
The soul cried out. He longed for freedom, lamenting the impending future.
“There is such a saying among humans.”
The Demon King whispered.
“It’s easy to give up.”
So just accept it and obey.
His hair turned white. Byrif’s vision darkened.
* * *
Byrif walked across the plains.
Thousands and tens of thousands of undead legions followed him.
Enemies were visible beyond.
The trumpets of battle are blown and the flags are waving.
Arrows pour out and the knights charge.
Cavalry and infantry followed.
Baileaf laughed at them and gave the order.
The Death Knights command the army.
Durahans and Skeletons rushed.
The lich wields the magic of death, and a huge ogre skeleton ravages the human formation.
humans are dying
The body makes a mountain, and the blood makes the sea.
The green plains are dyed red, and even the sky is dark.
Humans are frightened and run away.
The undead offer death to the very end.
Among the humans dying like ants, there were mercenaries who insulted him in the past.
Garbage that was trampled down to throw away is also overflowing.
they beg forgiveness
While urinating, he kisses the foot of the bileaf.
ha ha ha-
Byrif was crazy.
I am the great warlock, Bairif Crotinu!
Everything is perfect.
All persecution and humiliation are washed away at once.
That was then.
A black shadow rises up.
The red sky turned black.
– That’s cheeky.
The cold voice raises the skin. The backbone sinks cheaply.
– What kind of punishment should be given to an insect that covets other people’s things?
A black shadow engulfed his whole body.
Viriff resists. wanted to
But he couldn’t do anything.
– What are you doing?
A strong force hits him and presses him.
– Without kneeling right now.
quaw-
His knees fell to the ground against his will.
and.
The darkness engulfed everything, and he had no choice but to blankly watch as the teeth and claws of the undead turned towards him rather than fleeing humans.
Everything he has accomplished in 15 years.
disappearing
‘Oh, no···!’
no voice comes out
‘no···!’
Still, I cry out for my throat to burst.
no!
bloody tears flow
“Oh, no!”
Suddenly, the body got up. There were no black shadows. There was also no intangible power that pressed him.
“do.”
Instead, the demon king who gave him humiliation was watching him with his dark eyes shining.
“You have a noisy dream.”
“···Devil.”
“I forgot the Nimja.”
“···sir.”
It wasn’t Baileaf’s will.
The engraved obedience spontaneously spit out awe and reverence.
“What the hell did you do to me?”
“I’ve only inscribed on you what you should have been a warlock.”
“The contract of the soul . . .”
“If you use magic, you have to pay the price. Isn’t it?”
It was an insignificant response, but just recently, Byrif lost something big to you.
freedom.
The only warlock who was not subordinate to the Demon King disappeared.
However, his anger could not be expressed to the Demon King. The stamp of obedience prevented it.
However, the inability to express anger did not dispel these seething feelings. Tears of regret flowed.
“…isn’t it also from the Demon King?”
“All Magi are mine. If I am mine, then it is mine.”
“Such a coercion…! How the hell am I here?”
“I know everything.”
“I am not subordinated to any demon king. How did you engrave your engraving so easily when you didn’t even sign a formal contract?”
He vomited out anger disguised as a question. What would have been much easier if I had signed a contract with the Demon King had been done step by step for 15 years, but I was so upset that it collapsed in an instant.
“I mean.”
The reason was simple.
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Magi is, after all, the power of the demon realm. And the Demon King is nothing but a dragon in Middle-earth.He is accustomed to magic and uses and manipulates it like his instinct. It was too easy to take away the control that only humans had of a Magi that had lost its owner.
No matter how great a human being.
No matter how great a black mage.
If the subject of that power is a Magi, it can never defeat the Demon King.
“There is nothing that cannot be done.”
However, Berger had no intention of answering his question in detail.
The fact that it was an object without an owner that was not subordinated to anyone, so I was able to pick it up quickly.
“Why do you have such seizures because it’s such a great thing for a warlock to serve the Demon King? Just don’t complain like that.”
“What kind of hero are you again?”
Baileaf then realized that the guests were not the only demon lords.
Yes, if you think about it, the guests were the ‘Demon King’ and the ‘Hero’.
absolutely incompatible.
“As a warrior, I also serve the Demon King. Do you know?”
“What is that?”
“Are you lacking in understanding?”
“Isn’t it just a panic? What do I have to say, but am I not special among the warriors? If you say Hillen Cargill, everyone dies.”
“Have you forgotten that I was the one who made you that special?”
“Ignore the little things.”
“If the killing of the Demon King was trivial, there would be nothing great in this world.”
As the storytelling between the Demon King and the Hero progressed, Vileaf’s hair also turned white.
‘A hero serves the Demon King?’
‘Can the demon king help the hero kill the demon king?’
‘Healan Cargill?’
‘A hero who killed the two demon kings?’
‘Is that person serving the Demon King?’
Is this correct?
The common sense he knew was destroyed. Cognitive dissonance has arrived.
After a while, I barely managed to organize it in my mind.
“…so are you really Hillen Cargill?”
“you’re right.”
“I killed the two demon kings…”
“That’s the fold.”
Bairif had been trapped in the canyon for a long time, but was not completely insensitive to outside news. Occasionally, mercenaries and knights that enter the canyon have been kidnapped, stolen all information, and turned into undead.
“By the way, you are serving the Demon King of Fire?”
“you’re right.”
“It doesn’t make sense!”
“The world is full of things that make more sense than you think. Did you think that you too would become a member of the Demon King’s family in one day like this?”
“···that.”
“Even though I was a hero, I never thought that I would become a subordinate of the Demon King. But in the end it happened and it became irreversible. We were on the same boat.”
“·················ogue.”
It was absurd, but I couldn’t resist.
With her head bowed, Baileaf turned to Berge.
“Why did you bring me into your family?”
“Is it strange that the Demon King needs a Warlock?”
“What are you going to do with me?”
“Are you giving up quickly? I’m going to be on the lookout.”
“···onlooking?”
“Yes, bystander.”
Berge shrugged.
“Do you want to lead an army of undead and check your strength? Wasn’t that your desire?”
“…how do you do that?”
“I don’t know anything.”
The two universal pursuits of humans who sell their souls to the Demon King are revenge and power.
And the bileaf was both, but the latter was stronger.
Before the return, the reason why he rose up with the Vileaf was his aspiration to prove that his army was stronger than the empire.
He failed and died while being shunned by the royal family, but this guy is also really crazy.
“There is a saying among humans that if you can’t avoid it, enjoy it. The engraving has already been engraved, and you have become my family. Instead, I’ll make you the best board you can play. How are you?”
“···Is that true?”
“The royal family will flock like clouds to subdue the canyon. to compete for the throne. Don’t you want to kill them all? It’s a surefire version to show everyone the greatness of your legions.”
“···that.”
I wanted to
If you have power, you want to use it as a human being. And Vileaf was in a state of extreme desire. It was big from the beginning, but it had accumulated over 15 years.
“But if the Empire decides to go ahead…”
“Are you scared?”
“Of course not.”
ate. He wanted to see how great what he had created, but his life was wasted.
“I swear by the great first demon king and standard, I will spare your life. How are you? If your life is healthy, you can try again. If so, isn’t it enough time to face each other?”
“From what I heard, the Demon King seems to want me to attack the Empire.”
“then?”
“I’ll do it.”
If nothing else, the oath to the first demon king and standard is more than death to the demons.
“Can I ask you one more thing in return?”
“Tell me.”
“If this is the case, please give me strength.”
“strength?”
“I know that all warlocks and black knights receive power from contracted demons. Before that, I signed a contract, and there is no reason not to receive power. And if the Demon Lord grants me power, I will be able to destroy the empire more perfectly!”
As the conversation progressed, his confused eyes turned into madness.
‘Ummm….’
Berge tapped his finger.
It is not difficult to give power itself. That power is given down through the tower, and magic points are consumed, but for a more perfect version, I was able to bear that much.
The problem is that the black magician who has received the power of the demon king shows the characteristics of the demon king.
If the Viriff vomited black flames, the Empire would naturally think of Berge.
How will that ultimately work?
“It’s not up to you to decide.”
how is it Of course, it was a stupid move that could be the worst run.
Never should.
“However···.”
“Would you have said no? At least as long as you’re in the Empire, I won’t give you any power.”
Berger took out three tainted elixirs from the subspace and threw them at him.
“Give me this instead.”
Half-polluted mana would be more suited to a human bireef than pure magi.
“Go, thank you!”
“And this.”
“Are you a communicator?”
“okay. Take good care of it and pick it up as soon as I contact you.”
“Yes.”
“I won’t let the royals attack the canyon soon. Let’s prepare well.”
“Yes! I will do my best not to be ashamed of the elixir you have given me!”
Vileaf, who had fallen for the three Erzest mountain elixir, nodded vigorously.
“Oh, and I have to go with the proper evidence…”
“What kind of evidence?”
“If you want to bring the royal family, shouldn’t you have a bait to entice them? Yes, that would be nice.”
Berge’s eyes focused on one place.
Durahan, who received the demon king’s gaze, trembled in surprise.
* * *
“I have a question for you.”
Hillen opened his mouth after staring at Berger carrying Durahhan’s head for a long time.
“do not do that.”
“Are you crazy when you look at it as a load? Or are you just picking the crazy ones? Do you want to prove that you are stronger than the Empire? Aren’t you a complete kid?”
“Why don’t you?”
“It’s because I’m so curious.”
“Aren’t you aware that you are one of them?”
“Even in mud, flowers bloom.”
“Are you a flower?”
“It would be like that. Isn’t he a great warrior who killed two demon kings?”
“At least none of them are more obsessed with fame than you.”
The Demon King and the Hero once again headed to the Imperial Capital.