Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 217

Chapter. 12. Lettuce to Windmage (5)

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‘Oh my. ‘Look at this guy?’

The professor liked the young wizard in front of him.

Because he was the first normal person I met at Felix’s home for crazy people?

well. Maybe not. I could have gone pretty crazy.

Do you know the exact location of the wind wizard group at this point?

That’s right. Because there’s less to explain than an hour’s worth.

Because he’s handsome?

Of course there is that too. There is a possibility that he may be a hero unit dreamer.

But what I liked the most was the wind blade that was now created on his hand.

Whoosh!- Whoosh- Whoosh!

A magic that makes a snake-like sound and seems to fly towards him at any moment. Now that he is a professor who has become a wizard, he can be seen at a glance that he is not just a threat. Just looking at the level of concentration of mana and the flow of magical power, it is a true killing magic that seems to be full of the will to cut off at least an arm or a leg if necessary.

‘This is pretty good for that age. ‘It’s a situation where we don’t even know who the other person is, but since it’s been revealed that they lied and intruded in, it means they’re going to shut it down for now.’

In fact, wizards are people who live in fantasy, so there are many cases where they get caught up in these moral issues. In that respect, this young mage named Astrad is a very good level aspiring battle mage.

However, it seemed that the boy wizard was not satisfied with being just a dreamer.

Palak, Whirit-

The professor’s senses caught the sound of the wind quietly penetrating through the very small sound of letters flying.

‘One at 6 o’clock and one at 11 o’clock in the back. Another one between the bookshelves on the right. Um… ankle, shoulder, carotid artery?’

The professor’s smile deepened as he glared at the wizard.

So, what he meant was that he would draw attention with the magic on his hand that loudly revealed its presence, and then make a sneak attack with the small, quiet wind blade that was secretly planted.

For a wizard, magic is an expression of his inner world. There is nothing that represents a wizard more honestly than magic.

That guy is basically like that.

‘Experienced murder or similar injuries… The anticipation is quite scary, isn’t it? He looks like he’s been digging around a bit… Shall we dig into it?’

Originally, I tried to persuade the dementia wizard before the commotion caused him to wake up. Even if your mind is not sound, or rather, the more you are not of sound mind, the scarier you are as a wizard.

But if you look closely, it seems like this wild-eyed kid has quite a three-dimensional history.

‘Have you ever used a knife? Murderer? Accidental accident? Or intentional? Whatever it is, I’m saying he’s not an ordinary wizard…’

Troubled times create heroes, and now that we are not just in turbulent times but facing the destruction of the world, there are literally as many heroes as there are stars in the sky. They either remain as vigilantes protecting mountain villages without enlightenment, or die without a chance to show off their talents.

Now that we can’t get any help from the system, we have to stab at least once a guy who looks smart. It happened to be located in an important imperial facility maintained by the Archmage’s permanent magic, and was teeming with a rare class of Wind Mages.

Even if it wasn’t him, it was a place where at least one hero could be sleeping, so I was already paying attention.

Since I encountered it anyway, it didn’t seem like a bad idea to take a quick look.

‘Let’s see… If it’s a 3-tone scale, it’s similar to the 3rd scale, right? In a place like this, I know a bit about the mute situation and can guess my identity based on that, so I think I can understand the situation a bit. I know how to do psychological warfare in combat quite effectively. It’s a wind wizard who prepares attack magic first, so please take into account circumstances. Um… Now that I think about it, I recently confessed my true feelings in an incredibly pressured interview. How did you do that? I vaguely remember the feeling… but I lost my soul with facts and poured out all sorts of life-related things…’

While the professor was internally recalling terrifying memories with his elf godmother, the wizard’s student, who did not know his true feelings, spoke in a low voice, threateningly, to the quiet opponent who seemed overwhelmed on the outside.

“…If you are thinking of making such a ridiculous excuse in front of Master, you will regret it. “Because this Felix Home is not the only one with unreasonable wizards.”

Astrad planned to handle the matter quietly for the sake of Master’s safety. He was going to first subdue this suspicious man and slowly find out the truth.

“Magician Gauman came here 8 years ago, so he came here when you were about 8 or 9 years old.

Even if he came to the homepage as soon as he became a disciple, it is said that he was a non-magician before he was even 10 years old. Where did I learn this at such a young age? huh? “What did you do before you became a wizard?”

“….don’t take questions as questions. “We are not very patient people-”

“Sharp and neat. Two shots for non-lethal suppression. One shot to kill. Very efficient and professional. Most wizards I met were obsessed with the effect, power, and range of their magic. Actually it is, right? For wizards, magic only works within the scope of their own understanding. Usually, a wizard thinks, ‘I’m shooting this powerful magic at that [person]!’, but ‘I’m using this magic to sever any muscle and cut any fatal blood vessel anywhere.’ I don’t think the same way. because? “Because I’ve never done anything like that.”

“you….”

What came out of the other person’s mouth was an answer Astrad had never thought of.

….gulp.

Memories of the past that only the teacher and himself know.

Beads of sweat formed on the young wizard’s forehead. The wind blade above his hand trembled more violently, and the other wind pieces secretly placed were also increasing their momentum.

“So, they say that the basic skill of a battle mage is murder experience. Rather than just wiping it out with an area magic, I felt deep in my heart, ‘I will kill that author!’ I will cut this way, blow up this place, and kill you!’ A magically predicted murder created with a clear image. Magic that actually kills people cannot be created without such experience. So combat magic becomes as lethal as the wizard’s experience of killing people. Just like the little pieces of wind that are waiting for an opportunity behind me right now.”

“Cheet!”

At that moment, the professor saw the boy’s eyes, whose impression was becoming deeper, shine faintly. Clear murderous intent. The movement of your body that reacts immediately when you feel that you are being understood by the other person.

Wow!

When the boy’s cane was swung, it sounded like a taut bowstring being released.

Front and back. Three wind blades flying towards the chest, shoulders, and ankles respectively.

At the same time, he quickly lunges forward and even holds the sharp pen on the desk backwards, making hand movements that are uncharacteristic of a wizard.

“Hehehe. “He’s a funny guy.”

It’s an exercise of power just because the other person understands it a little bit. Plus a pre-prepared magic and a hand-to-hand attack?

Even considering the wind mage’s impulsive side, this was a hasty action. No matter how much he hid his identity and stole his teacher’s name, the intruder revealed his unsaid past history…

‘No, is that enough to attack? It must look very suspicious, right?’

In any case, launching an attack spell at random was not a typical reaction. As the professor watched the magic fly and the wizard lunge at him from a low stance, swinging his pen tip and staff, he remembered how many times he had seen people acting this way.

Different circumstances, but similar kind of desperation. They put pressure on their opponents by pointing out all sorts of weapons and making threats, and even carry out an attack without hesitation when they feel that the opponent has the upper hand over them even just a little.

The professor knew such people very well.

“You’re from the back alley.”

“…..!”

As the words seemed to pierce her heart instead of her eardrums, Astrad swung a sharp pen instead of answering.

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Astrad looked at the man standing blankly without reacting and had no doubt that his magic would break off the man’s ankles and shoulders. For a moment, I thought it was too much, but I quickly shook my head to shake it off.

‘no. You said with your own mouth that you were a hero. The fact that I suffered such an attack so vainly is proof that it was all a lie. First, you can turn him into a half-demon and subdue him, then after hearing his identity and purpose, you can ask people who can use healing magic!’

The moment when Astrad was about to cancel the last magic he had prepared just in case, thinking it was an impulsive but right decision.

Sigh!

“Big!”

In the blink of an eye, the man’s huge hand was grabbing his neck.

‘Nonsense. I definitely saw the magic coming very close…’

Astrad rolled her eyes desperately, feeling as if rock shackles were constricting her neck. There were clearly sharp cuts on the thin priest’s robe her man wore. However, she only had cuts on her clothes, and there were no wounds on her strangely red skin.

‘….article! A level where you can strengthen your body with aura!’

Astrad desperately swung his cane, remembering the dangers of being a ‘knight’ that the gangsters he belonged to had long ago talked about.

Swish-swish.

‘why. ‘Why the wind?’

A cane that does not give out its sound no matter how much you swing it. Astrad’s eyes were gradually becoming bloodshot, and he saw a lump of water tangled around the tip of the wand. A lump of water blocked all the wind holes, which play the most important role in the wand.

Water magic. From an Auror user who hid his identity to another water wizard who sneaked in without anyone knowing. Astrad, who did not know the professor’s identity, mistakenly thought she was being attacked by both a knight and a wizard, so Astrade was convinced. I don’t know who this person is, but if a knight who can absorb magic with his bare body and a wizard who can secretly use water-based magic this much in a home full of wind mana have sneaked into the home, then I know that he has infiltrated the home with some great plan. !

‘Oh, I have to tell you. It’s time to worry about Master, if things continue like this…’

As her consciousness gradually became more distant, Astrad barely opened her mouth.

“Cough, right now… if you don’t let go, you, you…”

“What if I don’t let go? “Would you like to blow up the last one?”

The professor grinned and pointed to the back drawer, and water gathered from the air became entangled with the hidden wind blade.

It made the sound of water droplets splashing. It was a magic aimed at the neck that I left until last because I didn’t want to kill him.

dump!

The moment I thought it was over, Astrad suddenly gasped and Astrad’s body fell to the floor.

“Knock, call!”

“Well thought out. If you hit that thing that I was aiming for, then you’ve crossed the line of what I can tolerate. Because wanting to kill and wanting to hurt are completely different. “Any of the wizards here would be able to treat his injuries, so since he was a suspicious person, I would have thought to subdue him and treat him.”

A man shrugs his shoulders and looks embarrassed when he sees his torn clothes. Astrad took a deep breath and waited for an opportunity. He is a man who used his hands so much that they were not even visible to the eye. If he tried to whistle too hastily, he might actually die.

The man, who took a deep breath while watching Astrad slowly retreating back with eyes filled with wariness, said with a grin.

“Hey, Sorcerer’s Apprentice. I think we messed up a bit on the first move… Why don’t you calm down and start over from zero? “Starting with self-introduction.”

‘lie! At first, you introduced yourself as a wizard, and then you received magic with your bare body! After all, you can’t trust all the people outside. The Empire and the parents who abandoned me. Back alley thugs too. ‘Everyone…they’re just people who will spit out trash when they open their mouths.’

Astrad retreated to the corner of the room, then carefully placed his index finger and thumb to the corners of his mouth. The man didn’t seem to care about Astrad, so he pulled a chair from the corner of the room and sat down at an angle. He felt strangely out of breath.

The image of a man full of composure appeared in the boy’s anxious eyes. He looks relaxed, as if he doesn’t even care about you.

Now all you have to do is blow as hard as you can. The moment the whistle sounds beyond this wall, the magicians who come will rush in and take down this villain right away.

Astrad was unable to whistle in front of the man who just stared at her.

The man grinned in front of Astrad, who was breathing heavily with his index finger and thumb in his mouth.

“Is that some kind of signal?”

“….”

“At first glance, Wizard Gauman’s condition didn’t look that good. He seemed to care for you very much. He’ll probably be the first person to run when a danger signal sounds. Of course, if the magicians come rushing in, I will be the one to die… But will Mr. Gauman, who is not of sound mind, be able to properly control his magic under the stress of a confrontation with the enemy? Well, runaway magic isn’t usually a big deal. Especially if you are an old and decrepit wizard.”

Astrad saw a man sitting on a slanted chair, bobbing and balancing.

scary.

That smile that is always grinning. At first I felt bad, but now I was scared. That smile too. Even with narrowed eyes. That thick, sticky mana that makes it hard to believe he’s a water magician.

It was a thick, red mist that made you feel like you would drown the moment you drank it. Astrad was trembling, unable to ask for help because of his teacher or fight against the enormous presence of the devil. A man’s hands approached…

“Hey, calm down, hey! Disciple! Astrad!”

“Wow! Ouch, ouch! 100 million!”

He put his hands in his armpits, lifted them up, and started shaking them mercilessly.

“Huh! Huh! “Huh!”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t intend to do this in earnest. It was my first time too, so I didn’t know it would happen like this. “Wipe your spit, hey.”

“W-what… what on earth did you just say…”

Where had the red fog that had been constricting my breathing gone? The only thing left in the room was the man, Astrad, and the letter blowing in on the gentle breeze.

“hmm? Ah, almost a reinforced version of what you were trying to do to me in the first place. I also like to talk to people I meet for the first time. Because the depth of conversation changes. “I learned it from a 300-year-old elf.”

Astrad shook his head, trying to shake off the vision of the red mist still lingering in his mind. The man in front of me said, ‘The effect is killer.’ I heard them say the same thing, but it was difficult to properly understand the sentences I heard.

“Okay then. I think I’m finally ready to have a ‘proper’ conversation. A very nervous and fierce wind wizard. Would you like to have a conversation now?”

A cheerful voice, as if shaking off the heavy and terrible air.

Seeing the teasingly grinning figure, Astrad tightly held the staff in her hand. What on earth is it? What is this strange being that wears a priest’s clothes, uses magic, and has the body of a knight?

“A monster…?”

“uh?”

Astrad was surprised by the words that came out of his mouth without realizing it, and was surprised again by the actions of the other person who seemed to have no intention of denying them. He clutched his staff and turned pale at his subsequent explanation.

“Well, then, the rumored monster… you are the monster who dyed the Margrave’s territory with blood…”

“What kind of rumor spread like that… no, disciple, wait a minute! “Calm down… I’m telling you there’s no need to run away!”

The boy wizard, with a scared and determined look on his face, steps back and tries to block the door to his teacher’s room with his whole body.

The professor had to try for a long time to calm the young wizard, who was beyond fear and had even made up his mind.

‘….also. ‘I think something has changed fundamentally since that incident in the Margrave’s domain.’

I don’t know what has changed. I had the feeling that something that had been unbalanced and creaking had completely settled down.

If his knowledge is correct, what Kaneran’s Greatmother used, and what the professor himself had just used on the young wizard, was a technique known to only be used by boss mobs.

Because it was a fear.

At least when the system came back, it seemed like he wouldn’t be classified as a human species.

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“what? “You can’t use a hot air balloon?”

It took a lot of patience and effort to soothe the shocked young wizard, but once it was done, it wasn’t that difficult.

In any case, Astrad was a wizard who achieved a considerable level of the third rank at a young age. For a wizard whose job it was to understand the world, accepting all kinds of strange phenomena was something he was used to.

Of course, understanding that he was a warrior and a saint of a human supremacist church in the body of a half-mute, and that even though he was a saint, he had no divine power and could use magic, it was far beyond the scope of ‘all kinds of strange phenomena’, but anyway.

After proving his sincerity and innocence by sharing the ‘Oath to Mana’ in front of the true Astrad, the professor was able to hear from Astrad about the situation at Wuthering Heights. From his own words, Felix Holm’s situation was very, very, terribly bad.

“yes. Trade with elves has been suspended for several months already.”

Damn it really.

At this point, I sensed some kind of clear malice. If you’re wondering if you’re going well, say ‘hihi, I can’t go!’ The enormous malice of the system that surrounds the wall of events while doing so.

I came to cut off the high pass to the Elven Forest, but it was temporarily suspended.

“why! You have no other source of income other than that! “It’s not like the dead Felix Drixiel is paying me a salary!”

“Whoa.” “That’s right… that’s right.”

The young wizard sighed as if he agreed with those words.

“that is….”

Astrad, with difficulty, told the situation at home to the strange creature in front of him. Whatever his identity, if he was truly a warrior, saint, and wizard who received such a mission, he could possibly have been a breakthrough in this situation. Since it was a situation that could not be resolved through normal methods, I thought I would have to rely on an unusual breakthrough.

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“Holy shit *&$^#*^!!!! Argh! I will not! do not want to do it! Gedroitz you damn bastard! Just send me home nicely!!! Aaaah!!!”

“….this.”

Unfortunately, looking at his reaction, it didn’t seem like that was the case.

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fantasy,