Chapter 370 – Armals (3)
The logic of the magic formula is revealed.
The ring emitted a strange light somewhere. Ignoring the headache and rolling my head, the curse revealed its reality like a clumsily tied skein. It was the same feeling when I solved the correct answer in thread knitting.
When solving complex operation symbols in mathematical expressions one by one, they were often organized into several pages of four arithmetic operations.
Magic is like that.
Complex and sophisticated spells are, in the end, just skills that create the desired effect from the movement of mana.
‘… The curse is parasitic on existing magic.’
The magic formula that covered the ring was a double weaving structure.
Perhaps, the curse was parasitic on the magic that Primor’s husband originally gave it, and it was sucking mana.
Because of this curse, normal magic items were turned into cursed items.
‘The curse has two effects.’
To corrupt the blood.
Putting the decayed corpse under the control of the warlock Corutus.
These are two.
However, due to the death of Corutus, there was a flaw in the flow of the spell.
In other words, a situation where part of a mathematical formula has been smudged!
If you attack honestly from the front, it will be difficult to unlock it, but if you open this rift wide, the curse will collapse on its own.
Then, it was like I had decided where to attack.
Shwaaaaa… !
I cut through the spell and my mana spread into the curse.
Of course, normal spells reject mana, but the resistance was weak and there was a vulnerability that my mana could easily penetrate.
‘… This is it.’
Around the ring there was a shimmer like a mirage.
I fixed the source of the curse and tore off the mirage with my fingers.
─Jjiik!
Something translucent, like tearing paper, was ripped from the ring and caught in my index finger.
〈──Keeeeeick
When the spell was completely destroyed, the curse unknowingly transformed into purple mana and struggled like a rat caught by its tail.
It was probably because I kept the original form and destroyed it, so the curse was extracted intact.
Without batting an eye, I crushed the source of the curse.
─Pujik! The shattered curse exploded in the palm of my hand.
〈Bah, is that a curse just now? … ?〉
The parish head murmured while defeating the paladins who jumped out in front of him.
It didn’t seem like they asked me separately, so I returned the ring to the owner without answering.
I lied moderately because I was concerned about the belated 10-second cut.
However, Primor did not even react. It’s too much to ignore.
She seemed to be touching the ring, trying to feel the difference, but if it felt like trying, she wouldn’t have cut off her finger. The reason my fingers stopped was probably because I couldn’t feel the change.
Still, as if that was enough, Primor, who had been absentmindedly touching the ring, suddenly stood up.
<... Sorry guys. I'm not feeling well, so I'll excuse myself first.>
She said in a watery voice and turned away.
Primor’s escorts pursued the lord’s lady, her face mixed with confusion, surprise, and joy.
The parishioner, who was mesmerized by my helper skills, said.
As I sat down and spoke, he opened his mouth wide as if he had just eaten a shot and burst into laughter at what was funny.
Haha! Okay! Yes it is! This is more like Nord-sama than me! Haha!〉
Selena and I returned awkward smiles to the parish headmaster who laughed with her cheeks quivering.
‘I don’t understand the gag sense of people from another world.’
The parish priest continued to talk with me after that, asking me what the heck I was doing earlier, and what was the wife’s curse about not being able to do it with that skill.
Thinking that this was part of my network, I gave an appropriate answer.
Isn’t it hard to think that I can solve the curse of the bicorns by myself?
‘Even if that’s not the case, if you’re a Haeju specialist, you’ll have a good understanding of finding curses, unlike cheat users like me.’
So I talked with him or suggested something, and then withdrew from the table.
I didn’t miss such a chance meeting, I thought I was done with the other world.
***
Anyway, I wish it had ended that way.
The very next day. I met another unexpected guest from the puppet dawn.
In front of the main gate of Hermaion Mansion.
The little boy, the size of a mouse, enough to be mistaken for a dwarf if you look at it wrongly, shouted out neatly dressed like a noble.
─Kurleung! A resounding shout.
It was a voice that resonated not only in the mansion but also in the surrounding housing complex.
“… You’ve been a romanticist since the very early morning wind.”
I nodded my head at Lalilura’s muttering that woke me up.
It’s a city I stopped by for a while, but why are there so many people looking for me, fuck?
“If you wait, Selena will do something. Senior, won’t you roll around with me in the meantime~?”
“He knows how to seduce people these days. But now that I’m going to be called in front of that nobleman, I’ll have to wash my clothes from now on.”
“… Then would you like to wash together♡?”
“… Write. Isn’t there any reason to refuse that?”
That’s how I and Lari Lura shared her eyes from the morning.
I saved Tirsi, and I put out the urgent fire right away.
Unlike the past when I refrained from being in front of my juniors, now I see my wife when I look to the right and my wife when I look to the left. The level of punishing the newlyweds for 19 gold.
Then, as if telling me to restrain myself, someone pulled my ear. It was Veronica.
“Go and do it, go and do it. Isn’t it as obvious as seeing fire that you will get hit in the eye while rubbing against each other while washing?”
“Why. It might not be right.”
“Yes, sister! How sure you are!”
“Speak nonsense. Doesn’t it look right? If Ralilura seduces you, my master, who has no worries these days, will refuse.”
I stared at Veronica at those words.
“… Ahhh, got it. I’m not tempting, so if you’re going to wash, wash with me, right?”
Even if you don’t think so, let’s pretend that we think so. I immediately hugged Veronica.
Veronica had her eyes the size of a fist, like a kitten caught on her hind legs.
“… What? Uh? No, sleep, wait! Wait a minute!”
“Hey. Do not subtract Do you understand what that means?”
Let’s go to the shower while being hit by the waddling leg.
Lalilura, who had been watching her with her mouth open stupidly, cried out as if she had come to her senses, making her cry.
“Sisters!! Veronica unnie cuts in line again!! … Sisters?”
Lalilura cried out in tears, but neither Fran nor Dana answered.
Why? It was because our fast-moving wives were already waiting in the shower room.
“… Uhm.”
At my absurd eyes, Dana cleared her throat and said.
“Hey, I was going to wash, but suddenly came in?”
“Wasn’t sister lying in bed until a while ago?”
“It’s not? If you frame people without proof, then you can’t use them?”
“Lol. If that’s true, didn’t we come in first?”
─Click.
Fran said as she locked the shower door, and 0.1 seconds later, Larry Lura grabbed her doorknob and started rattling.
“Ahh!! Open this!! Are there sisters like this?! I want to go in too!! It was me who said it first——!!”
“Puhh. Who doesn’t want to wash? However, it was a bit narrow for 5 people to use.”
“Lazy wash yourself later. It would be nice to have a large bathtub as well.”
“Hehehhhhh!! I will break it! I’m going to break down the door!!”
“Yeah~ I already reinforced it with magic~.”
We get along very well with our wives. I asked Veronica while laughing at their jokes.
“Therefore? Aren’t you going to wash?”
Our attendant mumbled and answered.
“… Go, let’s wash together.”
Yes. How nice it is to be honest.
***
After washing and changing, I followed the maid to the living room.
I really just washed it, but it was a little late because I came to soothe Lalilura, who was crying so sadly in the world.
I hurried as much as possible, but it was already late, and Selena and her high-pitched little boy were seated in the drawing room.
The little boy who had been making noise since dawn greeted me and offered a handshake as soon as he saw me.
Of course, at the attitude of treating people below him, the undead Confucian dragon inside me roared, asking, “Where is a little bastard who doesn’t seem to have lived half of my life wearing shorts?”
‘It is an honor to meet you. Nord, an insignificant archaeologist.〉
Of course, I ignored the Confucian dragon’s roar.
Who am I Isn’t it the god of death, a warrior worthy of Odin’s successor? Even though they are behind, they ignore the remnants of the Confucian Taliban.
Receive a handshake by bowing low enough to not be servile, and take a seat.
There was also Primor in the drawing room. She was drinking tea with dignity, as if last night’s disheveled appearance was a lie.
But fuck again? Aristocrats drink only tea and then get full and can’t even eat. If it’s green tea again, I fucking turn the table over.
‘Anyway, wasn’t it rude to come in like this?’
I looked at Selena’s eyes first.
Aren’t nobles barging in without a reservation because of me and the guests I brought from last time?
I have no choice but to worry about what to do if I feel bad.
“Yes, lady.”
Of course, Selena wasn’t particularly upset. If she was really upset, she would have secretly noticed.
I was relieved, but I ate a mindset that I would make sure that this does not happen in the future.
A relationship of trust is bound to break down if you keep shaking it up.
“I am Marcelo Culapius. He is Minerva’s husband.
I nodded and made a gesture that I was listening.
It was surprising that this little fellow was the husband of the heroine, but my heart was calm.
Ever since I heard that the young lady, who had been soaked in ramen soup for three days and was swollen, lived with three to four handsome husbands, I abandoned all common sense about the married life of aristocrats in another world.
The little boy said with a confident attitude that wasn’t arrogant.
〈That’s a very nice proposal, but…〉
As I muttered, the little boy held up his hand to stop him.
〈I know very well that you can aim for the next auction to sell at a higher price. So twice as much! I’ll buy twice as much as this woman here is willing to buy!
〈… Hmm. How long do you know that I am telling the truth?〉
As Primor spoke as she removed her teacup, the little boy glared at her.
‘It doesn’t matter how much! Are you willing to give even a drop of elixir to Minerva’s enemies!”
‘One sip is enough for me. I think there is a reasonable compromise.〉
The little boy grumbled as if it wasn’t worth listening to.
It was a little tight stance because I couldn’t be firm, but I know why.
‘Did they say there was a problem between Minerva and the Armials family?’
I don’t know the details, and I don’t really care much.
But even if it were me, I’d be pissed off if guys like Immortalis cut off the limbs of our wives and ask for an elixir to heal their wounds.
Rather, this little boy is holding up well for his age.
〈… Okay. There is no compromise.〉
– Moongrak. Putting down the teacup, Primor half-opened his eyes.
〈… An auction?〉
Primor and Minerva’s husband collided in the air.
If he had become Minerva’s husband at this age, he would also come from a rich and well-to-do family. She won’t be tricked by money even against the mistress of the Armaals family.
In other words, this is truly a showdown between aristocrats and aristocrats for their pride.
─Gulp.
Selena swallowed softly enough for only me to hear.
Nobility and nobility.
The husband trying to heal his wife’s wounds, and the wife trying to wear the ring left by her dead man.
An extraordinary confrontation between a man and a woman who bet each other’s wealth and pride to win a single bottle of elixir begins——
〈──Since when did you get the illusion that there was only one bottle of elixir?〉
──It didn’t work.
I put the two bottles of elixir I had brought on the table.
I brought all the elixirs I had thinking that things would turn out like this.
A 1-on-1 auction or something, he is a person who has nothing good to turn Minerva or Primorna into enemies. She would have been better off selling it at a fair price with the feeling of a moderate bribe.
‘… It’s not like there’s no way to get the elixir.’
Of course, that ‘method’ would be after selling the Elixir to them.
I said to them, who forgot their dignity and opened their mouths, with a fucking friendly smile.
“How long have you been looking for it?”
Hurry up and buy it.
This old man also has to go back to comfort his crying wife.
