The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen chapter 128

128 – White Magic -1-

The witch tower was dark.

The magical tools for confinement were shattered along with the magic stones, and the carefully prepared barriers by the tower master were erased due to someone’s foolish mistake.

What a foolish mistake.

If there were a head.

There were traces of mistakes that someone, called thought, would not have made, scattered on the floor.

Under the flickering light, Heinri, the top student of the Tower of Martab with long white beard, stood with a grim face.

Erasing his kind smile, Heinri looked down at the corner of the room with cold eyes and spoke in a low voice, spitting out a cold breath.

“I hope you know what you’ve done.”

“What do you know? It’s completely shattered.”

“I’m not asking about that, you know.”

It was a mess.

The light flickered.

The wizards standing guard had fallen, and the broken flasks made Heinri uncomfortable.

But what made him angrier was the fact that there were no prisoners who should be here.

To have an escape in a magic prison where only high-ranking officials could enter, Heinri couldn’t help but let out a hollow laughter, “Haha…”

“It’s fascinating. It’s the first time I’ve experienced something like this, so I have nothing to say.”

Heinri leaned against the wall and looked down at his apprentice who was panting heavily.

His face was covered in blood, and his body was filled with the traces of fierce battles. His apprentice was bowing his head.

The sight of his apprentice bowing his head not out of guilt, but out of the feeling of defeat, was pitiful beyond words.

The defeated look in the apprentice’s eyes, filled with the humiliation of defeat, ignited deep anger in Heinri.

“Ruin.”

Ruin interrupted Heinri and muttered nervously.

“Inspiration. Hans… If that brat hadn’t been all talk, we could have won. That brat, talking about the rankings during the match…”

“All that brat knows is whining about being a ‘lady.’ Why compare me to someone who can’t do anything else?”

Lewin clenched his fist.

“We’ll win next time. Right, inspiration?”

Seeing his disciple show no signs of reflection, Hainly let out a deep sigh.

“You really don’t understand the seriousness of the situation.”

As long as they didn’t do anything foolish, their magic barrier wouldn’t be breached. The barrier Hainly had created couldn’t be broken even by the Empire’s Sword Master.

It was like a sturdy fortress.

Strong on the outside.

Weak and feeble on the inside.

But the fortress had crumbled without any strength because of the infiltrator. Hainly couldn’t express his feelings about it.

It was the result of his own poor judgment.

-Inspiration, give me permission to enter the underground cell.

-Haha… You’re talking nonsense.

-What did you say?

Hainly shouldn’t have given Lewin the right to enter the underground prison when he mentioned monitoring Hans.

He had thought that Lewin, who would eventually succeed him and lead the Matop, would be capable of rational thinking.

Perhaps his expectations for Lewin were too high. Hainly, who now realized that his disciple, whom he had raised as his successor, was only focused on what was right in front of him, spoke with a bitter voice.

“30 people.”

“Why 30 people?”

The number of people Hans killed. Perhaps there were even more people killed.

“So what do you want me to do about it?”

“I’m telling you that because of your foolish judgment, more deaths could occur, Ruin.”

“Ah, come on…!”

Ruin, as if not wanting to hear the nagging, covered his ears with his fingers and spoke to Heine.

“It’s not like I let him loose, you know? I was trying to ask why he did it, and then he hit me from behind.”

“You’re thinking as you please, Ruin.”

Heine, unlike the way he had treated Ruin before, spoke to him in a solemn voice.

A gentle mentor.

Sometimes like a father to Ruin, who had no parents. Erasing the lightness that made them like friends, he asked him with a serious voice.

“You released a demon. A demon that lives by devouring people’s souls.”

Ruin responded to Heine’s nagging with a disheartened smile.

“Isn’t it strange, inspiration? Hans, his name is Hans.”

“…”

“Hans, who couldn’t even kill a single bug, killed someone. Maybe there was something difficult to say or some sort of threat involved.”

“I’m proving that it’s not the outcome.”

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“Don’t talk about it so extremely.”

Ruin said, ruffling his dusty hair. It’s not a big deal, he could just catch him again.

And Hans is not that kind of person.

Although Hans won this time, Ruin stood up with a tired body, saying that if they fought again, he would definitely win.

“Anyway, you didn’t bring Hans here just to protect him, did you?”

“…”

“To find the culprit, right?”

That’s the right story.

Heinrich had placed a glimmer of hope in Hans. That’s why, even if it meant indebting himself to the redhead, he made an unreasonable request.

But not anymore.

Hans had left his side.

Heinrich had decided to no longer consider him his disciple.

And Rune had no remorse for his actions.

There was no sincerity in Rune’s words, as he complained about wanting to gain strength from his delusions.

Rune spoke to Heinrich with a voice filled with irritation, as if he couldn’t understand.

“Why are you worrying so much? I can’t understand.”

“I can’t understand you either.”

“No… You don’t believe that Hans didn’t kill anyone? Can’t the mentor trust his disciple’s words? No, just think about it for a moment. Why would that bastard…”

-Thud…!

Heinrich’s fist struck Rune’s cheek as he spoke of futile hope. It was the weak fist of an untrained magician, but in their relationship, in the weight of the years, it felt heavier on Rune’s chest than any other fist.

Rune, with his head turned, stayed still.

He remained in that position for a while, with his head turned, harboring anger towards the mentor who couldn’t trust his disciple and wondering why he had been hit.

Heinrich looked at Rune, who didn’t look at him, and spoke.

“Rune.”

“…”

“Shut up.”

“…”

“You called me a stupid master who doesn’t believe in his disciple’s words, didn’t you?”

Hainly spoke, suppressing the anger rising from deep within.

“I’ve seen many disciples…”

In Hainly’s mind, the time when he argued with Hans flashed by.

The image of his disciple, bending his head with a magical restraint bracelet in his hand, came to Hainly’s mind.

The sight of his disciple, whom he had raised as his own son, with slumped shoulders, appeared in Hainly’s mind.

-Hans. Are you really like that? Did you learn black magic with your own hands?

At that time, Hans’s words had brought a great shock.

-Yes.

-Why?

-Because they say I can become stronger. They say I can surpass Rune without being bound by magic power.

-So you resorted to black magic?

-Yes. Besides, you only care about Rune. What can I do? I also need to dream big, don’t I? Isn’t that right?

-Who told you to do this…

-Ugh…

Hans said with a dejected smile.

-Why would I give such a good opportunity to someone else? I should do it.

He was already a departed disciple.

He had raised numerous disciples.

He had seen disciples who had abandoned magic.

He had even sent away disciples who had dabbled in black magic, just like Hans.

Because of that, Heinrich could come to a painful conclusion. That he was no longer the disciple he once knew.

“I have raised excellent disciples, and I have also sent away disciples who were consumed by desires, just like Hans.”

Everything was his responsibility.

It was the result of the inadequacy of the master who did not pay attention, so Heinrich wanted to end it with his own hands.

Whether handing it over to the Imperial Army or destroying magic with his own hands.

But now, he had no one to watch over Hans’ fate, which had slipped through his fingers.

If, by any chance, Hans appears before that red-haired guy again, he would kill him without any hesitation.

Heinrich turned his back on the frozen rune in the prison.

“Reflect for a while.”

Heinrich thought that he should show Hans the best mercy he could offer and capture him quickly.

*

“Ricardo’s laughter is ominous.”

The lady, with a spoon in her mouth, suddenly said as she looked at me laughing.

Why are you laughing?

“He’s crazy.”

“That’s a hurtful thing to say.”

“Really? Then, um… he seems mentally ill.”

“That’s an even more hurtful thing to say.”

“Hmm…”

The young lady, in search of kinder words, placed her spoon on the table and pondered deeply.

Seemingly unable to come up with a good alternative, the young lady furrowed her brow and immersed herself in thought.

I smiled at her and had a pleasant thought.

How much could I extract from Topju?

Even without looking, it was obvious.

The reason why Hans escaped from the hands of Matopju.

It was because the Grand Magician, Matopju, released a powerless Hans. It’s an unbelievable story.

So, the scoundrel who can freely use the authority of Topju within the Matop is narrowing down to a handful of fingers. It’s not something that the Vice Topju or the high-ranking magicians would do.

So, the conclusion is Ruin.

He was the most likely culprit.

Therefore.

“It’s right to hold Ruin responsible, isn’t it?”

I have a plan to steal one of Ruin’s magics.

One of the reasons why Ruin could become the strongest in the later part of the novel.

White magic.