Lark looked at the person in front of him.
Saint, Natida.
Light brown hair that seems to have lost its color, pale white skin. She had a robe around her shoulders that was worthy of being worn by wizards of the Magic Tower. No matter where you look, you don’t get the feeling that she is a ‘priest’.
Looking at the robe worn roughly as if it was uncomfortable, the buttons on the collar undone, and the sleeves rolled up haphazardly, the appearance of the robe is all wrinkled… let alone sacredness, it even feels like a kind of decadence. The ash on my lips is a bonus because I chewed the tobacco lightly.
“···?”
As she blinks and tilts her head, her eyes are similar to those of a drunkard. Blurry and squinty eyes. But Lark saw the color inside.
Green eyes.
These were the eyes that were said to be a symbol of a saint.
“Do you have something on my face?”
Oh, it was covered in ash.
Natida mumbled, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and smiled. After her moment of silence, Lark took her outstretched hand.
“This is Lac Van Grace.”
“oh···.”
Natida let out a short breath as she turned her joined hands around, as if it was amazing to feel the feel of Lark’s callused palms from swinging the ax so hard.
“It’s just as rumored.”
“···rumor?”
Natida smiled at Rak, who blinked.
“I heard you’re handsome.”
It was a very attractive smile.
2.
The front line, the ruins of an old civilization.
Sitting on the collapsed spire, Rania let out a long breath. She had ash flying around her, but it wasn’t Rania’s mana. It is a trace left after burning something.
There is no need to say what was burned.
Rania rested her chin and repeatedly threw something up and caught it. Round skull. Although it was not as smooth to the touch as Skebal’s, it was just the right size to soothe bored hands.
The skull of a lich, a high-ranking undead about a hundred years old who serves as the commander of Skebal’s black bone unit.
Rania, who was repeatedly throwing and catching the lumpy skull, snapped her fingers as if she was tired of it. Her rising flames consumed the lich’s soul that remained within her skull. The short-haired horse that Richie let out was very sweet.
“Hmm.”
Rania looked in front of her.
As a result of repeated expansion, the front line she was in charge of penetrated quite deep into the demon world… and succeeded in arriving at the intended destination.
It is a historic site of an old civilization.
A place where apostates’ research facilities are presumed to be located.
Over the past few years, the apostate has disappeared, but not even the demon beast she created has disappeared. The apostate, who lost all of her magical beasts due to Gala Hal, began creating new magical beasts, which were of a different type from the magical beasts she had created so far.
Something unstable and not perfect in shape.
Demonic beasts that look as if they were just made. A half-summoned object that drips black waste and collapses after a certain period of time. As a result of retracing its flow, we succeeded in specifying the location of the apostate’s research facility.
“You mean this place…?”
“Hmm,” Rania stroked her chin and looked down at her feet. An alchemist’s workshop hidden between sloping cliffs. Black water was flowing like a river through the cracked ground.
···According to the original plan, I wanted to explore that place with Natida. She didn’t make Natida her assistant for nothing. Because Natida had an extraordinary talent for analyzing something.
‘but···.’
The heavy smoker has been dispatched to the north.
Now that my aide was sent on a business trip, Rania needed a new slave… no, a new aide. That’s why Rania called talented people who were easy to manipulate to her front line.
‘It’s about time.’
At that moment, I heard the sound of footsteps behind me. Rania turned her head back. A familiar figure to her was walking there, sighing.
“I, I am.”
A tired voice and a weak gait.
“Didn’t you always say that? I am also human. Just because you call doesn’t mean you can come…”
Rania smiled as she glanced at Slave No. 1, who was grumbling. It really feels like it’s been a while since I heard that grumbling voice.
“It’s been a while, Gaeko.”
“Is that still your nickname?”
Tracker, Kalt.
A person who has temporarily stepped down from his position as the head of the Royal Guard and is active on the battlefield as a superhuman. Rania shrugged her shoulders at the reunion with her old subordinate.
“Then shall we start work?”
“···As soon as you arrive?”
“huh.”
“······.”
Well then.
Kalt sighed and trudged along after Rania. If you work in a vertical workplace for a long time, the speed at which you accept your given fate becomes faster. Kalt was like that too.
If I’m going to criticize you, I’m going to criticize you, so what can I do?
‘I want to hit him.’
There was no one who understood his inner thoughts.
* * *
“Senior, do you know that?”
“what.”
“It’s already been 8 years since I had you as my superior. “It’s already been 8 years since I was treated like a dog on a rainy day by my senior.”
“Did I hit you? when?”
“You know why. “I sympathize with you…”
Bah!
“······.”
“what.”
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“···it’s nothing.”
A single tear flowed down Kalt’s cheek.
“I feel like I’m going to cry a little.”
“I think it’s already spilled?”
“That’s what it says. “I mean.”
8 years of time.
Kalt continued to work under the same supervisor from his early 20s until he was in his 30s. It may be an honor considering the social reputation of my superior, but after eight years of being treated like a slave, your thoughts change quite a bit.
Kalt glanced at Rania with his eyes wide open.
“Senior Geo, is there anyone else besides me?”
Kalt insinuatingly asked, “Why do you do this to me?” and to that question, Rania answered as follows.
“I had one recently. He’s really good at his job, but he’s not very quick. “As I was rolling, I thought of you.”
I tried it and you were the best.
“I heard there is no one as talented as you?”
It’s hard to find a slave as big as you?
After working under Rania for a long time, Kalt is able to read the true meaning behind words. He took that as a compliment. After wondering for a while whether he should be happy or sad, Kalt decided to just think of it as a compliment.
“Thank you for the compliment.”
“Okay, so let’s get to work.”
Rania slid down the cliff.
Kalt sighed briefly and jumped down the cliff after Rania.
“Is this an apostate’s workshop?”
“okay. Can you see the black water flowing over there? That’s all coming out of the workshop. “The only one who uses such trash is an apostate.”
Rania, who landed on the floor with a thud, pointed to the sediment flowing through the furrow. Kalt frowned, pinching her nose.
“It stinks.”
Kalt already has a sensitive sense of smell.
Kalt frowned and glanced at the waste as the stench stung his nose. A waste product made by melting humans. Old objects with residual thoughts are traces of apostasy.
The two people who were walking along the stream stopped at the entrance of the workshop.
A workshop that resembles a temple. ‘This is a bad taste,’ Kalt muttered while looking at the huge door with the emblem symbolizing the Delohim Church engraved on it, while Rania remained silent.
“I will open it.”
“I’m not doing it?”
“You’re going to break it and eat it again, right? Do you know what’s inside? “I’ll cut you cleanly, so get out of the way.”
Rania shrugged her shoulders and took a few steps back, and raised the sword that Kalt had attached to his waist.
Sreung.
For a moment, Kalt lightly swung his sword before the silver-white blade emerged from its scabbard. The tip of the sword he swung gently penetrated the stone gate and drew a line. Without any hesitation, Kalt cut out a part of the stone gate.
Huh.
When the tip of the knife that cut out the stone door came out, not a single stone dust was thrown out. It was a swordsmanship that could truly be called a feat.
“Oh, it has increased a lot?”
“It’s been quite a while since I became a superhuman, hasn’t it?”
With a proud expression on his face, he kicked the stone door that Kalt had cut out. The cut stone gate fell with a loud sound, creating a hole large enough for two or three people to pass through.
A foul smell came from beyond the hole.
Frowning, Kalt and Rania walked into the apostate’s workshop. The inside of the workshop was quiet.
“As expected, it looks like they already knew about it and left it out.”
“It seemed like it. “I feel like that crazy bitch is especially avoiding me.”
Rania looked around and clicked her tongue.
“When I run to catch his traces, he has already left. “It’s full of trash that bitch threw away after playing with it.”
“It’s worth it.”
“what?”
“I think I would want to run away if my senior rolled his eyes and chased me. “Now you even have starlight.”
The story of the ancient lich, Skebal, screaming when he first encountered Rania, who uses starlight, is a famous anecdote among knights.
“What can you say about being an apostate?”
If you don’t want to be grabbed by the hair and beaten, you should jump out.
While mumbling that, Kalt walked while smoothing the hilt of his sword. With his senses pushed to their limit, Kalt began to collect all information around him.
The workshop seen from the top of the cliff was huge.
In a workshop of a size reminiscent of a temple, there will be many hidden places, and what you see may not be everything. Kalt lightly tapped the floor with the tip of his sword. It released sword energy at regular intervals and read the surrounding terrain.
“It’s a good thing I brought you here.”
Rania nodded with a proud smile. After waiting for a moment, Kalt narrowed her eyes.
“···Seniors.”
Kalt pointed at a wall with his sword.
An invisible wall covered in thick darkness.
“Could you please create a light source? There’s something strange about that wall. “It looks like something is hanging on the wall.”
Rania snapped her fingers.
Dozens of light spheres rose into the air and brightly lit up the surroundings. Rania frowned at the scene of the workshop that was revealed like that.
“···That’s right.”
A wall that was invisible due to darkness.
There were corpses hanging in rows on the walls. A human being whose skin has been peeled off. A human whose bones were pulled out. Human, human, human corpse. Beneath the rows of corpses, there was a model made of human bones.
4m size model.
Made from human bones, it had the shape of an animal standing on the ground with both feet. It was like a kind of blueprint. A model that appears to have been made as a test before creating a monster in earnest.
‘I feel like I’ve seen this somewhere…’
Rania’s expression hardened as she looked at it.
“What is this? A wolf? Lycan slope? No, I think it feels a little different from that…”
Kalt muttered while looking at the model.
Researchers from the royal capital, scholars studying demonic beasts, no matter who you bring in, they will react the same way as Kalt. This must be a demonic beast that doesn’t currently exist. But Rania could not react the same way as them.
she knows
What does this model imitate?
She knew what this was, having glimpsed the long journey the first warrior walked. Rania’s gaze wavered. In her view, this was a clear variable.
“The sun that shines the curse has fallen. The lake encroached by the curse was purified. The land containing the curse was burned. But dealing with that guy wasn’t easy.”
Cardi once said:
“It was clever. It was clever. It had reason, and it learned. “I tried to understand humans, tried to communicate with them, was jealous of them, and also loved them.”
The most difficult enemy.
“He was both a demonic beast and a human.”
“In the end, a demonic beast ascends to the position of a superhuman.”
A being who was born as a demonic beast and became a human.
“King of Demon Beasts.”
“He is also the one who burned the World Tree and tore my people apart. “Currently, he is forming half of Ganicalt’s body.”
The king of demonic beasts.
There was a model before my eyes that exactly matched the image of the King of Demon Beasts that I had seen in my memory and that Cardi had shown me in the picture. This is the moment when Rania took a step forward to take a closer look.
Cooung.
The workshop shook.
The ceiling shook, dust rose, and squeaks and scraping sounds rang out. Kalt hastily took his position, and Rania looked up at the ceiling in silence.
Kugugugugugung.
The ceiling flipped with the vibration. There was something hanging from the overturned ceiling. The thing hanging from the ceiling with its claws stuck is an animal.
There is not just one beast.
Dozens of animals were hanging from the ceiling, looking down at Rania. With a patter, the waste water that fell from their bodies poured down like rain. One of them opened his mouth and let out a loud scream.
“————————!”
Dozens of animals howled one after another.
The air trembled and the workshop vibrated.
Quang!
With a roar, they kicked off the ceiling and rushed towards Rania and Kalt. Rania burst into laughter as she looked at the beasts falling from the sky.
A beast without arms.
A beast with its head split in half.
A beast with most of its body spilling out.
Many beasts are failures that are somehow broken and lacking. What are those failures for? The answer was simple. Because they all had a similar appearance to the King of Demon Beasts.
“Crazy bitch.”
Rania gritted her teeth.
Mana swirled around her.
fantasy,
