Chapter 245 – 244. Carnival (4)

“…What are you doing, Gawain?”

Hector drank until Gawain was drunk and was crying and making a fuss like crazy.

His damn employer had left Gawain to himself.

Okay.

Enraged to see his disciple with his entire body ruined and his face peeled off, he clearly declared war on Camelot.

And in order to fix the student’s body, he immersed himself in research throughout the early hours of the morning, harassing the elves, and conducting experiments.

I admire the madness that befits a wizard, a madness that no other wizard in Teiva can match, and that this is the real Clark, and it doesn’t seem particularly sad to see the elves being torn apart and dying with foam in their mouths. Didn’t

After all, they are invaders, and it is a luxury to sympathize with the dwarfs who came to completely trample on Frisia while the country was in disarray.

Clark’s declaration of war.

Guinevere declares war on Camelot.

That’s good news for Frisia.

Well, for Phrygia, who is in conflict with Camelot, it would be good for such a powerful wizard to openly show his antipathy towards Camelot and say he would kill you, and there is nothing bad about it.

An individual declaring war on a country.

You might say it’s crazy, but Hector, who witnessed his true power, could never dismiss it as crazy, and through this incident, he was able to feel that he was worth it.

And still, when Gawain tries to drink, he receives Clark’s instructions not to let him drink again. Although he is annoyed, he continues to take care of Gawain and grabs Gawain’s arm as he tries to drink again.

“…Let go.”

“That won’t bring your broken sisters back.”

“…”

“…If not, are you regretting going on an expedition as a hero and as a representative of Camelot?”

Kwaang!!!

Hit the table.

Before the bottle falls, Hector catches it and looks at Gawain’s distorted face. Hector said to Gawain.

“Looking at it through those eyes doesn’t change anything. You didn’t do anything wrong, you just did what you had to do. It’s just that the rat in the house ate it all up.”

“Are you telling me to accept that my sisters ended up like that?”

“What are you going to do?”

“…”

“Are you really the hero who fought against the god Mars and the current Ares?”

“…”

Know. I don’t know.

But-

The sisters are still suppressed and tied up in the basement, and Clark saved them by looking at their faces. He saved them even though he had no choice but to kill them since he had already failed to persuade them.

Nevertheless, he shows this to Clark, who waits without saying anything to him.

Everything is a mess.

“…I already said it was ruined as a knight.”

“…”

Did they say silence is positivity?

“…He was broken, and on top of that, he was a coward and a mean person. He was called Gaheris the tearer, Gareth the mad dog, and became an object of hatred. Well, if he was going to fall anyway, sometimes it would be better to fall even further.”

“…What are you talking about?”

“If you hate yourself right now, all you have to do is get down to a place where you don’t have to think about anything. If you think this is hell, we’re giving you an even worse hell.”

“…You-“

“They said it was a kind of shock therapy. So, is there another way? They didn’t listen to anyone, tried to kill Geumtaeyang as Guinevere ordered, and took hostage somehow, imprinting them into a cowardly act. Even so, I can’t help the rest. “How much do you think I can take care of?”

I know what Hector means.

Okay.

Even the families, relatives, and children of the knights those two had already killed.

All of this is said to be Guinevere’s gaslighting, but even so, the people who carried it out cannot be spared.

Even if you keep him alive, he can survive only if he is broken and fallen to a degree that is difficult to express in words, and is humiliated by the thought that it is worse than death.

Hector knows the situation.

He already knows how urgent it is to the point where he even came in and asked for a favor from his younger sisters.

A vague hope that I can persuade you.

The name family.

That fence, that protective shield, was broken down so easily.

Gawain was crushed by that.

“…And there is someone by your side who is like a real brother who can help you with that. There is someone who still thinks of you as a friend, trusts you, and waits for you. Stop drinking and go and have a proper talk. Share it. It’s ugly.”

…Clarke.

Okay.

If it’s him, and the people around him…

He will be able to save the lives of his younger sisters, whose lives have been completely ruined by his non-exercise.

Gawain, who had been drinking out of sadness, blows off the alcohol and stands up.

Only then did Hector sigh and say,

“…Should I thank you?”

Gawain asked, but her Hector raised her middle finger and waved her hand at Gawain.

“Fuck it. Your last bit of luck is that Clark is your ally. Just know this: you’re one of the few people who hasn’t been given a contract by some idiot who uses it to tie people up and keep them out of harm’s way.”

Another one is Elizabeth Pantalone.

I don’t know the details of what they went through on the expedition, but due to the accumulated battles and the improved relationship due to the swinging bridge effect, they were able to help each other in times of emergency and fought fiercely until the very end, so their trust was strong. It can be said to be solid.

“Hector, you naturally spit out curses that Clark would spit out.”

“…Damn it, has it already stuck to your mouth?”

“Clarke is not a bad guy.”

“I know. That’s the problem.”

It’s not bad. And rather nice. You could even say that he is a fanboy. Betrayal is clearly punished, but the difference in how he treats those he truly believes to be his friends is the usual cunning that Clark shows. It is so clumsy that it is hard to believe that they are deceiving, punishing, and destroying their enemies.

“You smell like alcohol, so go wash your face.”

“…I’m going to sober up and come to my senses with some cold water.”

After saying that, Gawain got up and left, sighing lowly, and before he knew it, Arash was sitting next to him.

With a satisfied face.

“…Are you done now?”

“Yes, at this level. Well… The results may be worse than I imagined, but I will endure it all if it is for my friend.”

“Are you… A friend?”

“He looks quite lonely. Strong people have their own emotional struggles. Plus… You saw it, that guy’s adoptive father.”

“…”

“He’s hiding a lot of things, and he doesn’t remember much about himself, but… Well, one thing is for sure, he’s a sad person in many ways.”

“Are you… A person?”

He showed tremendous strength, fear, and ferocity that would have been unimaginable to a human being. The man next to Marcus.

To say that he is a human being…

“…Clark would be like that in the first place, but wouldn’t his adoptive father be somewhat similar? Besides, he doesn’t have much time left to live.”

“…”

Is that so?

Did he figure it out in that short amount of time?

“Why don’t you tell me that?”

“I already know. Children think that their guardians are sick or don’t know when they are in pain, but in fact, they know better than anyone else.”

“…”

I don’t say it because I know. Until he said it himself. It could be seen as an act of escape. The heart that thinks that perhaps its sanctuary will last forever. It’s not like I don’t know that behavior. He knows that, so he pretends not to know.

Until one day, when the guardian dies.

People deal with grief in different ways, and it doesn’t interfere with that.

“Cook, why? Are you saying that you are your sisters’ father?”

“Who could call that guy-“

Is it common for men to care even if they pretend not to?

There’s nothing to worry about.

“Knowing, but pretending not to know and waiting, means that you are that strong. Of course… There will be times when you stumble. However, if you are a guy who wants to keep his word, and if he is a guy who finally achieves it – he will definitely use that as a stepping stone to go higher. .”

And Arash asks Hector again.

“Are you okay?”

“…There’s no way it wouldn’t be okay, right?”

“I guess so.”

He caused his father’s death with his own hands. Naturally, this was a condition of punishment imposed by the gods, and even if Clark forgave, the other gods ruled that this human should never be forgiven since they had already seen him boil his own son into soup right in front of his eyes.

It shouldn’t be left alive.

A guy like this is not allowed to walk around the world unharmed, so if you want to end the suffering, give him death.

Punish the man who killed and stewed his own flesh and blood with death by his own son.

And as a final act of mercy, Clark gave Hector a poison that made him fall asleep without any pain, and as a result, Priam died.

When asked if you could do that, if I could help you rest with that.

Clark said he would do so without hesitation.

“It’s annoying, but he’s cold-hearted and strong. If he can free my father, if he can end his suffering, then he’s the kind of guy who would put himself in a hole.”

“…That’s why it hurts more. There comes a moment when even the strongest rocks and mountains collapse.”

And, it will happen again quickly.

Because he knows what he has to do.

Because it is so strong, the time will be short, and so its inner self will gradually be worn away into something that is not human.

“It’s not you or I who can solve that.”

Only a parent whom one has trusted and followed for a long time can fill that void.

The procedure is over.

Lorraine’s magic circuit was completely removed, and at the same time, Lorraine was now able to use magic without the magic circuit.

“…Ugh, ugh-“

“Are you okay? How’s your head?”

“…It’s okay…It’s okay. There are some things that shouldn’t be seen floating in the air, and I can clearly see the things trying to spread their tentacles here and there around the teacher, being startled by the teacher’s energy and falling away.”

…

“Nevertheless, I am ecstatic and continue to stay around Master.”

Are you seeing it all?

Things that would seem terrible to ordinary humans, but seeing that. He really turned into a great wizard.

Why is that possible?

Let me briefly explain what the cause is as follows.

First of all, there are three hypotheses about this.

First.

From the beginning, my body was suited to accept this.
In line with the first reason, as soon as I saw Lorraine, I thought it was useful? This is a story that can explain to some extent what was dragged along.

The choice I made when taking in disciples, especially my first direct disciple, was a bit hasty even among wizards, and the little boy looked at me and Lorraine for a moment, saying, “What is your father?” And then said, “Okay, do as you wish.” Because I passed it on.

Second.

Lorraine’s mind had already collapsed.

You won’t know since when.

The children’s vicious bullying that took place while Lorvain was not paying attention and the other established wizards’ fucking tricks were enough to break the spirit of the child who had a talent for enchantment, and they were truly excellent trash.

Okay.

When I first brought him here, he was mentally broken.

Finally.

…

Because of me.

Because she has been in contact with me for a long time, Lorraine will have been influenced by my magic and my will, no matter how big or small, and naturally, since she has been in contact with the beings of the stars since she was young, Lorraine will accept this very easily. That it was possible.

The senses of young children are sensitive, and they must have constantly instinctively recognized that they were something other than human.

Because of that, I…

I looked at Lorvaine’s magic circuit, which had been taken out of Lorraine’s body and had become a rag, and was able to thoroughly understand where and how they had been removed and where they had been destroyed to destroy Lorraine’s body.

These bastards, they left it out so viciously.

Basically, everything related to the amplification of the magic circuit was removed, leaving only the circulation circuit to prevent damage, and if the output exceeded that level was used, the magic circuit would slowly be damaged. If they try to repair it, it will take a long time, and by that time, they will be too weak to fight against them.

Even if there is someone who specializes in restoration, this is absolutely impossible to restore.

At first glance, the statement that it would take 50 years is cancelled.

If you’re going to spend that much time, the only solution is to either create a new magic circuit, or remove it completely.

Those damn vicious bastards.

As I looked at this, I accumulated another stack of hatred and loathing for Camelot.

The only one who can do something like this is a magician.

After the surgery was over, I bowed my head and expressed my gratitude to those who worked hard with me.

“Anna, good work. And, Oinone.”

“…Hehe, it’s no big deal.”

“Oh, no! Of course it was something I had to do.”

Oh no.

I had her help with this procedure. Unlike Anna, a combat craftsman, she specialized in recovery, and it was also clear that she was a nymph who specialized in somehow continuing, prolonging, and restoring life as long as it did not end.

At the same time, she is the one who saved Paris from being poisoned by Hydra’s poison, and she has knowledge of all kinds of medicinal herbs.

And whenever I had time, I was receiving lessons from her about her medicinal herbs, and she was an excellent teacher, an excellent herbalist, and a doctor.

What on earth was he dissatisfied with, to throw away a woman like this?

“…When on earth did you seduce another fairy sister?”

He averts his eyes to avoid the student who tries to get up without grabbing his gown.

A clicking sound is heard.

Are you aiming for it?

That’s what I was aiming for.

You damn kid.

And he answers that question.

“I’m not flirting. And, you handsome disciple, first put on your clothes and get up.”

“Yes, there are clothes here. I will help you put them on, Lorraine.”

“…Tsk, there’s no need for that, right?”

I threw a gown at the body of the student who stood up in front of me and tried to sneakily show himself, and then handed the clothes Anna had prepared in advance to Lorraine, but instead, Lorraine clicked her fingers. And brought out the clothes.

Which-

It was the same outfit she had previously used to restrain her in Camelot.

“You-“

“It’s okay. When I brought you in, I removed all the stupid tricks that were here with my own hands.”

“…Is that so?”

Among the things my adoptive father taught me, there is a saying called ‘Wasin Sangdam (臥薪嘗膽)’. It means lying on firewood, tasting gall, remembering pain, and putting pain on your knees to achieve what you set your mind to. Finally, Lorraine placed all kinds of enchantments on the mask that covered her face and used it to transform her face. Covers.

“Yes, one humiliation is enough. And, in this form, I will destroy Guinevere.”

“I know your will, but it seems like you have other intentions.”

“…Heh, that’s how you caught your eye on my disciple’s ripe body…Ugh!!”

Bah!

What are you doing, you idiot?

“You deserve a beating, you little bastard. You’re pranking your teacher about getting your hair cut.”

“Ugh, hit me again. I hit you all the time, Master, you idiot.”

It was like that in the past, but I wonder what has really happened now. Looking at the way he is approaching his teacher just because he is older, it is clear that he too will attack him with a hand-to-hand attack sooner or later.

Okay.

My golden sun sensor(?) Is telling me that this guy is openly dashing at me right now.

…

As I saw one day, I am a teacher and you are a student!! It may not be long before I have to say this.

Well, anyway, Lorraine’s enchantment skills are outstanding as always.

When I think that Camelot’s black bodysuit mask, and Camelot’s restraints that were made to restrict her movements here and there, including her hands, legs, and knees, will become Lorraine’s new magic equipment and become a space-destroying weapon that will destroy Camelot, I just laugh. .

And now that the procedure has been completed, another disciple is standing in front of the door.

Aris.

And-

“Huh-you..?”

“…Aunt“Who are you?”

“Ajumma!?”

“Pfft-“

And when I heard Aris’ words, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Madame. What a lady.

Well, if there is a difference of more than 10 years, Aris is considered an aunt. Cancer. Anyway.

As soon as I burst out laughing, Lorraine immediately gave me a very sad look.

“I’m still 20!?”

“What the heck. I think I first heard him call me that because I’m an old man. I’m still in my 20s.”

“…Oh, come to think of it, there isn’t much of an age difference between you and that teacher, right?”

A sound like a dog barking is heard from somewhere. Once again, I knew that Lorraine was smiling as her eyes narrowed behind the mask.

What are you trying to do, disciple?

“I’m going to fuck you, Master.”

“What dude?”

“Excuse me, I can hear Master’s thoughts.”

“??”

While Anna and Oinone were asking question marks, Aris came up next to me, clung to my leg, and held my hand tightly.

Even the snake’s lower body is entangled, clinging to me and glaring at Lorraine.

Oh my god.

Disciples, what are you trying to do?

There is only one teacher.

If you say something like splitting the teacher in half, people will get angry.

Really.

And then Anna grabs her between the eyes, pulls Aris away, and throws Lorraine away.

Lorraine, and Aris.

The two look at each other and growl, and then Anna’s spicy fist smashes into their heads.

Bah!!

“Ugh!? Sister-!!”

“Ugh!!”

“Don’t be rude to the master. If you do it one more time, I’ll scold you even more. Do you understand?”

“”Yes, yes-“”

As expected, it’s Anna. It’s a quick cleanup.

After Anna’s help freed her students from their approach, Anna sighed to me and said,

“Master, don’t be too accepting of your disciples’ foolishness.”

“I think it’s already too late.”

“…Ha. I think Mira will accept it as good.”

Anna seems to have already given up, and I can also feel her sister giggling from afar. Even though I’m already far away, I’m not far away, my sister is already looking at me. I am also looking at my sister.

They had already finished their work in Arcadia and on the way to Teiba, they had chewed up every elf and threw the Arcadia troops on Teiba.

Ah, a new child is always welcome.

Increasing your blood relatives is a very important thing, Clark.

So…

You must embrace that child too. Got it?

…

I didn’t make them my disciples with this intention.

That too is a king’s duty. It’s also about spreading descendants widely.

They say so.

Who can say anything when she, who is his wife to begin with, is openly encouraging him like this?

This is only if Lorraine can accept this.

And when she hears her sister’s name, Lorraine narrows her eyes and asks me.

“Mira? Who is that bitch? Some other bitch happened while I was away-“

…

Even while I wasn’t seeing him, his mouth became a bit rougher. Tsk.

And to top it off, she said such harsh words in front of her teacher.

Looking at Anna narrowing her eyebrows, I don’t think it’s something I really like.

Still, I have to say something.

“It’s our sister.”

“Oh, ah!? I’m sorry.”

Well, from the beginning, I just said that there were other family members besides my father, but I didn’t even tell them their names. In the public, her older sister was only called [Sheep Witch] And her real name was not often mentioned, so she probably didn’t even know she was the same person.

“And she’s also the Sheep Witch.”

“…Uh- “

Just when you thought you were screwed, it was already too late, Duranda disciple.

“And, I hear everything that happens around me.”

“Are you fucked?”

“Now that you know that.”

Puhahahahahaha-!

And she just giggled, wondering what was so fun about her sister. It doesn’t seem like he’s angry. Still, I want you to know that I am not using this opportunity to blurt out words carelessly.