Chapter 16 – This, This Is Mercun 129…(6)
After roughly grasping the situation through the familiar, I immediately rushed into the house. It wasn’t to save the hero’s colleague from the threat of reverse rape. It’s because I wanted to enjoy 7p quickly with the pretty handmaidens.
To be honest, their looks are a little weak compared to my girls like Mars and May, but they were good enough for physical intercourse. To the point where I sincerely doubt that Gordon, who refuses this golden opportunity, is not actually a eunuch.
“I think I can talk to you, but let’s talk to him instead. Body talk, of course.”
At that, the black-haired beastwoman who seemed to be the leader of the group looked at me lightly and then she snorted at her. The intention of the gesture was so obvious that it hurt my pride as I had tasted the bodies of many women.
“What we need is a strong male seed. But I don’t think a skinny and twisted guy like you will be of any help.”
“Ha, even though I have strength, I am confident in my stamina? And I said that I am a strong male, but the standard of strength does not include only muscular strength?”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
“Then who is magically strong?”
At those words, the black-haired beastman snorted cheekily.
“Weak tribes that show off with power brought from outside rather than their own body are excluded from mating.”
…Ah, this is a bit annoying. Her excitement at the thought of having fun with the beasts was blown away by her comment about ignoring the magic of the black-haired beasts.
“People who use magic are weak people? I don’t think that’s something to say in front of a wizard.”
“What, was it a wizard?”
With those words, the black-haired beastman looked back at me again, but the gaze that looked at me was clearly an extremely rude gaze, as if looking at someone lower than himself.
“Well, somehow, it seems like you’re skinny and have no muscles, but when you believed in something and were so confident, was it a wizard who handled that proud magic?”
This is a little bit embarrassing. I am a wizard and a noble at the same time. There was no reason to receive such an unpleasant stare from someone I had never met today, and from prisoners I met in a foreign country, not from my own country.
Of course, I haven’t revealed that you’re an aristocrat yet, but if I did, that gaze would look down on me even more.
Prisoners are muscle brains that control everything with pure power, and for such beastmen, the nobility of human society must be an incomprehensible custom.
“One is a wizard who can’t do anything alone, and the other is a woman. It would have been better if both were strong males. You guys have nothing to do with it, so get out of here.”
Even so, I couldn’t hear the pleasant feeling no matter how much I didn’t know the subject, as the beastman, who didn’t even know where I came from, looked down on me, who even the warriors were reluctant to do.
“This is true. You just listen and listen, do I look very easygoing? A weakling? You mean, even if you all attacked at once, you would never be able to defeat that weakling here?”
“Hey! If you’re going to try it, try it somewhere. The moment you cast that proud spell, I’ll rip your leg off.”
The blue-furred beastman revealed his teeth and threatened. That look didn’t make me laugh at all.
…To the point where I couldn’t even laugh.
“… It’s a fun trip, but I’m in a good mood from the beginning. Originally, I was planning to smoothly listen to your requests and end the story smoothly… Has changed.”
Damn I snapped my fingers. I didn’t chant the spells the beastmen used to say, and I didn’t draw a magic circle on the floor of the house I came to for the first time today, and I didn’t even hold a staff, wand, or artifact with built-in magic in my hand.
In a state where nothing was prepared, I just flicked my hand lightly.
However, the result of that was by no means light.
The ceiling
Floor
And the wall
It was filled with magic circles emitting an ominous dark red light.
“…What is this?”
Before they could react to him, dozens of arms protruded from the magic circle rushed towards them.
“…! Come on, blood…”
Grab your arms and legs, press your neck and back to the floor, and cover your mouth and eyes. The beastmen, who were said to be several times superior in physical ability to humans, were completely subdued in just a few seconds, making all of their race’s characteristics colorless. It was because the movements of the hands holding them were too fast for their eyes to catch up with before they were flustered and delayed in judging the situation.
“Three, my God… What the hell is this…”
Hockna looked shocked. Not even that.
The magic I’m using right now is ‘Ghoul’s Touch’, a low-level black magic. It is a magic to subdue or hinder the opponent’s action by creating a hand that grasps the enemy through a magic circle.
However, this magic is not magic like a scene in a somewhat horror game where hands are suddenly summoned from all sides in this way, but it is magic that summons hands from a previously created magic circle.
Of course, a high-ranking wizard can create a magic circle on the desired side without having to draw a magic circle in advance, but the number is very limited. Usually, three or four at most, five or six at most?
So rather than subduing the opponent without hurting in this way, it is a magic that is often used for the purpose of hindering the opponent’s approach by making it in advance.
Of course, I am an exception. Due to the nature of the power of fragments, I have virtually unlimited magic power, so I can use this rather wasteful and inefficient magic at random.
The ability of the fragment I have is ‘Darkness’. It is the power to distort, contaminate, and betray the target. But apart from that, I only used black magic as a black mage. With an unfair deal with fragments, with ridiculous efficiency that others can’t even imagine.
Thanks to the advantage of being able to make such a ridiculous waste that others could not even dream of using a very small amount of mana, which would be impossible for an ordinary person to activate even a single spell properly, I was able to try countless times without fear of the cost of failure. A fair number of black magicians were able to reach a level that could not be surpassed.
Of course, black magicians themselves are rare these days, so there is nothing to compare them to.
“Hochna, take your companions and leave here. I need to clean up after these guys.”
“…”
Hockna unexpectedly went inside without saying anything and helped Gordon out. Before she left, she glanced at me and gave me an incomprehensible look, then quickly disappeared from my sight.
Well, then the intruders must have disappeared too. It’s time to get down to business. I snapped my fingers again. A cheerful sound echoed, and the hands that covered their mouths and eyes withdrew, and the hands that were pressing their heads to the floor relaxed.
“Hey, what the hell is this…”
“Ugh, I can’t move…!”
“Ehhhhh! I mean let go!”
“…”
“Damn… Goddamn human. For such a coward… I will never forgive you!”
“Grrrr…!”
Let’s see Black, blue, red, yellow, plus green and orange. There are all kinds of colors. And all of them are either embarrassed or angry. In the meantime, one of them seems to be just a dog rather than a beast, but… It looks like a beast, so let’s move on.
“Then… First of all, you’re a blue-eyed guy. What’s your name? No, do you have a name?”
Unlike humans, who have a name from birth, beastmen have a tradition of receiving a name from the head of the tribe after they are born and recognized for their abilities as a member of the tribe. It’s the cultural difference between beastmen and humans, that’s it.
“…”
“If you didn’t have a name, people around you would have called you roughly based on your appearance. Since your hair is blue, they probably called you blue, right?”
“…Don’t talk like you know it all, cowardly human bastard…”
Um, this guy has a nasty way of talking. If Hochna’s beating is hate for my attitude of lusting after one’s body and forcing relationships, then this prisoner’s beating is more like hatred for the human race, not me as an individual.
Damn!
“Ugh…?!”
So I felt dirty. I have no complaints about being treated that way for something I did, but it annoyed me to be treated that way for something I didn’t do. Getting slapped in the Han River and shedding tears in Jongno, what is it?
There must be a separate human being who has a grudge, but it was annoying to pour out the feelings that should have been directed to that person just because we were the same human being. I’m not your emotional dumpster.
The blue-haired beastman had a puzzled face, as if he hadn’t expected that he would be slapped by a weak human, and even by a wizard he ignored so much. I grabbed her hair and forced her head up to meet her eyes.
“I mean, I don’t care what happened to you guys, Violence, that wayward bitch, or how you got here. Like your tribal revival or whatever, it’s a story that has nothing to do with me. But, as if I knew everything. “Don’t talk? That’s what I’m talking about. You don’t know anything about me, and you think it’s right to say that to me when you’ve dismissed me as a coward. Isn’t that what I’m talking about?”
After all, it is impossible for humans to fully understand each other. As there are countless people in the world, there are circumstances like that. So, to say that people understand each other is just an illusion.
In the first place, it is absolutely impossible for someone who is a complete stranger to fully understand the human being himself. As a human being, it is not uncommon for people to not even understand themselves.
So I never wanted to be understood by anyone. I’ve never tried to understand anyone.
I mean
“The self-indulgent, hateful, teeth-gagging, cheeky bastard…”
Just.
“Anyway, you need a punishment, right?”
It only changes the other person in a way I think I can understand.
Sometimes they beat them as hard as they can, sometimes they melt them softly, sometimes they tear them roughly, sometimes they scrape them off slowly, sometimes they carefully disassemble them one by one, sometimes they crush them and crush them into powder…
Lots of choices and ways. I use it only for myself. There is no such thing as sincere consideration for the other person. If I’m caring for someone, it’s not that I’m really for that person, I’m just taking that attitude because it’s comfortable and good for me to ‘pretend’ to be so caring.
And what choices do I make for them?
“Are you prepared? The night is still long.”
Even by my standards, it was a bit rough.
*
The next morning.
“…To think that happened while we were asleep.”
“Luke, do you think this is a true story? Oh, yes. Our next target, the female beastmen who escaped from the soldiers of the kingdom of Elheim ruled by the tyrant Violens, kidnapped Gordon to succeed the tribe. Let’s say it is, but…”
Viola looked at Hockna with her disconcerted face.
“That Rag or Armageddon, the man who fought us before, and no one else, helped save Gordon? Do you think that makes sense?”
“That’s…”
“Luke, you know that you’ve dealt with them too, right? Baron Armageddon is by no means a great person who will help someone with just goodwill. If people who are still fighting on the front lines of the Battle of the Territory hear this story, they’ll curse, saying what the hell is that?”
“Calm down, Viola.”
Luke pacified the red-handed sorceress.
“Certainly the man we know would never do such a thing. But our colleagues, Gordon and Hockna, say so. If not one but two say the same thing, then it must mean that you are not mistaken, but the truth.”
“In other words, ‘he’ Ragnar Armageddon helped us? I’m really, really dumbfounded…”
The conversation between Luke, who trusts her colleague’s words, and Viola, who can’t believe her story about Ragnar, continues to run parallel without a clear conclusion. Meanwhile, Ayla lowered her head, blushing.
“I-I mean… It means that the owner of the voice you heard in Baron Armageddon’s carriage from earlier is the prisoners who kidnapped Gordon last night…”
“””…”””
Strange noises started coming from inside Baron Armageddon’s carriage this morning.
Knowing the cause of the sound, like that of a woman in pain, the warriors understood at once why his soldiers were periodically entering and leaving the carriage, and why their faces were strangely fresh when they got out of the carriage.
“…”
Even if he was the one who kidnapped his colleague, was it really right to let him suffer like that? Even if it was a punishment for what they did, why would Baron Armageddon give it? If so, shouldn’t he save them from being imprisoned in his wagon?
But Luke couldn’t bring it up. The first reason is that he couldn’t say to save the kidnapper in front of his colleague, who was kidnapped, and the second reason was that the opponent was Baron Ragnar Armageddon, an opponent that could not be defeated.
“…Whoa.”
Goddess of Luminous, what should I do?
However, despite the hero’s earnest prayers, the goddess’s answer, which was always heard, could not be heard.
