Frey shouted urgently with a face that looked like it would cry at any moment.
“Zile!”
I first looked at his body.
Although he hadn’t mastered healing-related magic, it was still possible to check his body condition.
As I slowly looked inside his body, I noticed something strange.
It was so small that even I could have passed without noticing it.
‘This… … . Margie… … ?’
This aura crouching near his heart was clearly demonic.
I was able to discover it because I have extremely sensitive sensitivity.
The magic that blocked the area around the heart was blocking the circulation of mana.
Other than that, there were things spread all over the body that I didn’t know whether it was magic or what it was.
‘Halton Caligo wants Margie… … ? why… … ?’
But this was not the time to be thinking about it.
Even at this moment, the spark of life in his body was rapidly fading.
I said to Frey.
“Frey! Healer… !”
Frey ran out of the room at breakneck speed, calling out someone’s name over and over again.
It was probably the head butler whom I briefly saw when I entered the mansion.
“Jackson! Jackson! My father is in critical condition! Go ahead, call a healer! hurry!”
As a makeshift method, I began extracting the demonic energy from his body.
It was a situation where mana and demonia could become entangled and strain the body, but it seemed that this situation could be overcome if the demon that was blocking the heart area was somehow resolved.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
He put his hand on his chest. Then thick black smoke rose and was sucked into my hand.
‘Pure Magi… .’
Squeak.
The face of Halton Caligo, who had been coughing to death until just now, gradually calmed down.
The pale face was now slightly tinged with blood. However, it was because he had consumed too much energy that he lost consciousness.
I stared at him lying on the bed.
Black spots all over the body.
A microscopic magic that dwells inside the heart.
I’m slowly getting the hang of it now.
why did he die
‘Someone instigated his death.’
Halton Caligo is a man who was once called the strongest sword master in the Empire.
In other words, the mana that dwells in his heart must be a very pure energy, assuming that he did not use any special magic and was really devoted only to martial arts.
It was a matter of course for those who had risen to the level of a sword master rather than ordinary knights.
So here’s the problem.
What would happen if demonic energy was forcibly injected into the body of a sword master with such a pure energy?
Simple.
Either die or become evil.
There are no other options.
What he was able to endure so far was only thanks to his strong mental strength and body, and in fact it was no different from a terminal period.
Mana and Magi originally had opposite qualities. In particular, the more advanced the unmanned, the worse it gets.
Just accepting someone else’s mana is going to strain your body, but accepting a completely different nature of magic? It is tantamount to committing suicide.
Fortunately, I was the one who noticed this fact.
For me, it wasn’t too difficult to extract the mana from his body.
Of course, in the process, a certain amount of mana mixed with magic will be consumed, but that is a problem to be endured.
If you can live with it, shouldn’t you pay that price?
However, Magi is not the only problem.
Black spots spread all over the body.
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‘Someone inside this mansion is intentionally trying to kill him.’
This was my guess.
I don’t think that a strong soldier like Halton Caligo would have accepted the demon while serving the demon god.
If he did, he would have distinguished himself in some way other than lying in a hospital bed like that.
If that’s the case, it would mean that he accepted the demonic energy through someone else’s will, not his own will.
without even knowing it.
Looking around, the servants in this house all seemed old.
Like Frey and Halton Carly, they are people who think of their servants as family. That’s why I wouldn’t even doubt it.
However, black magic is a different story.
Even if the servants really think of the members of Count Caligo’s family as family, if they have been brainwashed by black magic, they can do this regardless of their will.
‘Should I tell you this… … .’
no.
It would be best not to inform them right now. Because of her personality, you won’t be able to trust her easily, and you’ll be shocked as much.
Right now it’s just my guess. I decided it was right to tell her when I grabbed solid evidence and uncovered the culprit.
“Roman.”
Through the shade that fell like a curtain, Roman wearing a mask walked out.
“Did you call?”
Roman became more powerful than before as my demonic energy grew stronger.
Now, even if all the killers in the blue moon attacked him, he was confident that he would not be able to handle him easily.
“If anyone is acting suspiciously in this mansion, report it to me. It would be nice if we could find solid evidence.”
“All right.”
After speaking, Roman’s new model disappeared in an instant.
Frey, who belatedly brought in a healing magician, asked with an urgent face.
“Zile! Oh, my father! Is your father okay?”
I nodded.
“Fortunately, the hurdle seems to have been overcome. However, since it looks like it needs some stability, it would be better to leave without the healing magician.”
She let out a sigh of relief.
“ha… What a relief… I am very fortunate.”
A young healer began to use healing magic.
We watched the scene for a while and then left the room. An old man who appeared to be the butler approached us.
“The lord… Are you okay?”
said Frey.
“He says he’s fine right now.”
“I’m glad.”
I looked at the old man carefully.
Greasy white hair. A stocky physique. Even without looking at his bare body, it was possible to guess that he was a warrior who had reached a certain level.
‘The person most closely related to the householder.’
From what Frey had heard, this old man was the oldest servant in the mansion. A loyal butler who has been by the side of the head of the household since she was a child.
Before becoming chief butler, he was said to have been a comrade in arms with Halton Caligo on the battlefield.
I left the mansion with Frey and walked through the garden.
Heavy flowing stillness.
Since that had just happened, neither of them could speak easily.
The sun has set, and the garden is covered in darkness. I walked slowly, matching her pace.
No word of comfort would be able to soothe her heart now.
“Actually, my father’s condition has gotten worse lately.”
Her complexion was visibly dark. He tried to put on a bright expression, but he couldn’t hide his deep despair.
“What did the healing magicians say?”
“It was a disease of unknown cause. They say that the mana inside has the same properties as poison. They said they did not know why.”
“Is there any possibility of being poisoned?”
“… It can’t be. The food and elixirs my father eats are strictly managed by the servants of our mansion. All of them have been by my father’s side for a long time.”
Unless you were a black magician like me, you wouldn’t be able to recognize the identity of the magic that resided in his heart, so in a way it was natural.
‘Is it because Mana and Magi were mixed together, so they couldn’t even figure out the identity of the poison?’
“But wouldn’t it be better to test it just in case? Of course, it’s not that there are such people among the users, but if there is a possibility… … .”
“I don’t want to make that assumption either. My father’s illness is getting worse day by day, so recently all cutlery has been replaced with silver. However, nothing has changed.”
As I saw it, Halton Caligo’s body wasn’t just a simple demon dwelling.
black spots.
A body dying every day.
The shadow of death covered the whole body.
‘Couldn’t it be that the poison injected with demonic energy was injected into food or medicine!’
Poisons are of many types.
From extreme poisons that take away life in an instant just by touching the body, to poisons that slowly dry to death.
The color, smell, and shape are all different.
And among them, there are poisons that are colorless and odorless.
If there is a poison that has changed its properties by injecting demonic energy, there is a possibility that it will not react to objects such as silverware.
‘If the purpose was to continuously inject a small amount of demonic energy, rather than the main poison, then that might be the case.’
The poison slowly gnaws away at his body, and the demonic spirit that dwells within him tightens his throat.
“Don’t worry too much. You will definitely get better.”
Frey stopped and looked at me. It was a face that looked like it would cry at any moment.
“How sure are you?”
“yes?”
“How can you be sure?” I asked. Even if you bring famous healing magicians from the Empire! Even if you bring Raphael’s priests! No one ever found out about my father’s illness! But how can you be so sure!”
Perhaps because her emotions had intensified, she poured out her resentment as if she were vomiting, but soon lowered her head.
I looked at her quietly, not knowing what to say.
“… … .”
After a moment of silence,
She looked up at me with tears on her face and apologized.
“sorry… do… . I didn’t mean to be angry with Geil… Stop because I’m so emotional… … .”
She lets out a self-deprecating laugh.
“hahahaha. It’s really pathetic. I shouted that I would raise the family’s honor with swordsmanship, but I couldn’t show any significant results, and I couldn’t control my feelings and took out my anger on my friend who had helped me without a price… . I am really sorry… .”
“Frey… .”
“It’s been a bad day. I caught people who were taking a break for no reason and invited them to show me only their ugly faces. You won’t see anything like this in the future. I apologize once again. so… .”
Tears flowed down my cheeks incessantly. She wiped it over and over again like a broken doll, but her tear glands didn’t work.
“uh… … ? Why are you doing this all of a sudden… … ?”
I reached out for her. Then he wiped under her eyes. Her eyes slowly widened.
“Zile… … ?”
“It’s not just spit.”
“What do you mean… ?”
“I hope your father’s health will improve. It’s not just words to comfort Frey. Did you see me spitting out words in vain?”
She shook her head slowly. For some reason, more tears flowed from her eyes than before.
“no.”
“That’s right. I don’t spit out empty words. I am not a person who spits out unfounded and uncertain words. I have lived that way, and I will continue to live that way.”
“… … .”
“Frey.”
“yes.”
“I will make it.”
Then, after carefully brushing her hair, he spoke softly.
“So will you trust me?”
“… yes.”
Her platinum blonde hair reflected in the moonlight was particularly dazzling today.
Like the tear-stained smile she just showed me.