Mission No.8 Warrior, rest in peace (9)
“… This madman is really trying to die.”
I think I’ll go round and round and hit him.
Realizing that he had nearly a year’s worth of swear words as he moved from the imperial palace to Marcus’s tent, Ewald gritted his teeth to prevent further foul language.
However, the moment he opened the door to Marcus’ tent, Ewald’s curse words that had been sealed exploded.
Thanks to this, Marcus moved his lips anxiously, deeply suspicious of Ewald’s swear words.
“… Hey, what happened?”
“Guess what!”
Marcus, who was seriously thinking about whether that human had gone mad, checked Balt’s face as it was distorted and nodded.
Now, Ewald needed time to cool down.
“Please give me a brief explanation.”
“You bastard Casper, he’s not in Rotume right now!”
“What kind of bullsh*t is that?”
Marcus, who jumped up from his seat with Ewald, spewed out swear words that could surpass Ewald’s as he roared to the point of spitting fire from his mouth.
But this bleak look didn’t last long.
He had to come up with measures now. The two people, who didn’t even have time to curse, started a conversation.
“If His Majesty is not in Rotume, where is she!”
“Not me! Since I picked up Schheim, I’m seriously worried about where it flew to because it was good!”
Where are you flying?
Marcus, who had clenched his fists and trembled for a moment, opened his mouth to the soldiers outside the tent in a very calm voice.
“Let everyone go back. Until the sun rises tomorrow morning, do not allow anyone within a 100 meter radius of this place to enter.”
“Cho, Commander-in-Chief?”
“I told you to back off!”
The soldier, who quickly thrust his head into the tent, found Marcus with an ogre-like face, eyes wide open, and ran away screaming.
Confirming that his footsteps were receding, Marcus opened his mouth as he slumped back in his chair with a seriously tired face.
“… Do you have any drinks left?”
“I couldn’t even drink half.”
Ewald, who slammed down the vise kusu in front of Marcus, raised an empty glass with a grunt. Marcus also fetched a glass from somewhere, and poured a baiscous that gave off an amazing incense.
At once, Ewald frowned.
“… Drinking alone unluckily, damn it.”
“Shut up. I’m out of my mind right now.”
Ewald, who snatched the bottle away from Marcus, filled his own glass as well.
Marcus also frowned.
“You said you drank alone, so you drank the map alone.”
“Shut up. Because I’m out of my mind right now.”
The two who rhymed it like that let out a deep sigh that would shake the ground, and then clashed their glasses.
The two of them, who had just shoved that much alcohol down their throats, threw sharp glances at each other and exhaled with a hook.
“You’ve never seen the Shuheim Kasper talked about, have you?”
“I’ve never confirmed Schheim in Rotume.”
Ewald nodded his head as if it were natural.
“There’s no way Kasper will park Schheim in Rotume…”
“It’s not even the size of a wagon.”
“Have you ever seen Schheim in the first place?”
“I saw you before. When the dukedom invaded Rotume.”
Marcus let out a sigh and shook his head.
“This time, I didn’t get any information other than that you just said you would deploy Schheim to fight against the Kurs. I didn’t even see the real thing.”
After drinking exactly three glasses in a row, Ewald began to ponder with a very troubled expression.
But in the end, Balt realized that all this trouble was futile and shook his head roughly.
Ewald stood up from his seat as if he had made up his mind.
“Hey, what…”
“What is what is what. Is there anything else I can do now?”
Ewald, who closed the lid of the Vaiscus tightly, quickly turned around.
“I’m going to stop Kasper.”
“You’re not saying you’re going to the battlefield yourself right now, are you?”
Marcus jumped up from his seat with a grim face.
“Hey, are you crazy? The battlefield is where you don’t know when or how you’ll die, but you can’t go there! Have you forgotten Beelzedeus?”
“There is something else to forget, will you forget that?”
Ewald turned his annoyed face to Marcus, then raised his finger and pointed at Marcus’ face.
“I don’t know exactly right now, but let me tell you one thing I feel for sure, Marcus.”
Seeing Ewald’s sharp eyes, Marcus swallowed.
Ewald’s voice snarled loudly.
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Half past ten at night. Calculating that it was time for the crew to return, Balt moved his body to the mansion he had stolen from the emperor. In Ewald’s hand, a large amount of documents, such as the battlefield map and war plan, received from Marcus were curled up.
By eleven o’clock, he thought that he had to analyze this information somehow, and Ewald arrived at the mansion in an instant.
Since he had returned after three months, Ewald opened the dusty door and came to a stop.
‘Hmm?’
Mana was twisted.
Sensing that mana wriggling rapidly, Ewald threw himself out of the door without even looking.
Whoa!
The flames of hell engulfed Ewald’s mansion. A dizzying heat surged through Ewald’s toes.
Ewald’s whole body, which was swept away by a part of the flame, burned before he had time to open the shield.
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aaagh!
After happily shopping, Usbel and Lafon were walking toward the Toddle House when they witnessed a blue column of fire shoot high into the sky.
A huge shockwave swept through the two, blasting windows and debris.
“Master!”
Usbel jumped out.
A maddening anxiety dominated all of Usbel.
Throwing everything she was holding in her hands, she shot with terrifying speed toward the burning mansion.
It is definitely a mansion. Even from this distance, the mansion was burning with a tremendous flame that burned her face with heat.
Usbel ran into the center of the explosion, which could not have been a normal fire, and covered her face with her arms as she heard her hair burning.
Even if it’s hot, it’s too hot. She still had more than 50 meters to go, but the mad heat blocked Usbel so that she could no longer approach. But Usbel pushed her foot out toward the flames, step by step.
“Master!”
On one side of the light that seemed to burn her eyes, a dark shadow entered Geus Bell’s eyes as they wriggled.
It’s Ewald. Usbel, who confirmed that, gritted his teeth. At the same time, Usbel, who had gathered her mana as much as possible, wrapped her mana all over her body.
“Retreat, little demon king.”
Someone tapped her Usbel on the shoulder. Usbel turned her head hastily behind her, and the person standing at the end of her Usbel’s gaze, with her face red from her heat, drew in her breath and let out her formidable roar. I did it.
“Valquier, who is my strength! Fill up and overflow with what your servant asks of you!” /
Horrible divine power exploded from the side of her Usbel.
As the worst feeling she could feel as a demon passed through her, Usbel, who did not back down even in the heat, instinctively pulled her body back.
Val Kier’s minister, former high priest Pe Diem Ja Bastian, gathered her holy power flowing like a river in front of her body.
The divine power that burst out of her turned into a water serpent that was over 10 meters in diameter. The pillar of water, which twisted its huge body violently, flew toward the shadow crouching in the flames like a snake shooting itself out.
However, Usu Bell completely ignored her divine power that weighed down her whole body and transferred the collected mana to her hand to complete her magic formula.
“Slökkvitæki!”
The space that started in Usbel’s hand pushed the flames out and spread out in a circle. The heat that seemed to burn was still there, but the flames began to fade quickly around Usbel, who took one step forward, extinguishing the flames.
The divine power generated by Peddiem Jabastian and the magical power emitted by Usbel twisted each other and dismantled the flames. The pillar of fire that was emitting hellish heat began to shrink rapidly, but the divine power and magical power did not affect the mansion, which was the source of the flames.
“Both of you hold on a second!”
Familiar voice. Shupea, who had tossed her cigarette into the flames, covered her face with her arms, summoning a protective shield.
With a popping sound, Shupea, who was wrapped in a protective shield, rushed toward the shadow of the person whose holy power and magical power were concentrated, regardless of whether heat entered the protective shield or not.
“Hi Goya. Being ignorant should be the same as Grandpa Ji.”
Peddiem glanced at Usbel with an unpriestly smile on his lips.
“He’s still breathing hard and alive, Demon King.”
“Shut up and wrap your master properly!”
As if she had forgotten that her opponent was the High Priestess who tried to kill her, Usbel, who had uttered a venomous sigh, followed Shu Pea with her stern face. Pe Diem, who laughed at Usbel’s appearance, took a deep breath and poured her divine power into her.
‘Hey there!’
Shupea covered the shadow with a shield.
At that moment, Usbel twisted her hand and broke the path of her magic.
Phe Diem, who watched with a grin as she was being torn apart by Usbel’s magic as her flames were being cut away, also bent the water serpent.
A huge snake coiled itself around the base of the mansion and then rapidly coiled up around the mansion. As the water evaporated in the heat, the steam that spread out spewed out like sea fog, and Usbel tore up the flames that squeezed through the cracks.
And a protective shield was revealed, where the demon king and the high priest rushed towards the crown where the fire was extinguished together.
It was Supea.
“All right! But I got a little burned!”
Seeing him spit out jokes like that, it seems safe and sound.
But Usu Bell threw her mana away and rushed at Shu Pea.
“Master! I am the owner!”
With her smoke and steam rising, Usu Bell, who grabbed Balt’s body, was about to weep loudly, but Shupea, who firmly grabbed Usu Bell’s shoulders, pushed her Usu Bell behind her and pushed her back. Got down on his knees
“You know how to see things you wouldn’t be able to see if you died!”
A threat emanated from Shupea.
Pe Diem, who was in charge of the water serpent, watched as if it was absurd that the deranged Speaa attempted blackmail against Val Kier, but when she saw the benevolent light emanating from Spea’s fingertips, she just shut her mouth.
‘… Oh my god!’
Ewald’s body, bathed in light, quickly healed. Pe Diem, who watched with a dismayed look at Balt’s severely burnt wounds sprouting new flesh, slowly shook his head with a smile on his lips without realizing it.
I don’t know what the hell has happened in the last three months, but Peddiem, who turned his gaze away from Speah, who was casting healing spells at the Valkier right in front of his eyes, dealt the final blow to the dying flames.
“Master, Master, are you okay? Are you okay, master?”
Usbel, who placed both hands on Ebalt like her dog, burst into tears.
Perhaps because of the sudden display of divine power, Shupea could not stand her dizziness and untied her knees and fell to the side.
“Oh wow, I could have died. Really.”
Only then did Shupea let out a sigh and stretch his body.
“Arch, arch, master, are you okay? Are you sure you’re cured? Yes?”
“Don’t you believe me?”
Shupea, who turned her face covered in soot to Usbel, put a tired smile on her lips.
“Are you going to wake up right away and curse at the guy who set the house on fire?”
“What crazy b*tch’s new b*tch!”
According to Shupea’s prophecy,
“I’ll give you XXXXX’s XX XXX of XX, this XX!”
Ewald became a yaksha.