Chapter 6 – 06. No Way Home (6)

-Hey. Clark.

-Why the fuck?

A story about a time when Dick and I were fighting each other for a while. After wrestling under the pretense of sparring for a while and having an intense party time between men, both of them were exhausted…

No, now that I think about it, I think I was the only one who was exhausted.

As I keep saying, Dick was hiding many things.

I don’t know what that is.

However, I think that if you use magic to fight against this magic guy, you won’t be able to do anything.

I can’t use magic, but that doesn’t mean I’m superior. So, if Dick can’t use magic and has good physical strength, I follow suit. For that reason, rather than looking at the magic books I read over and over again, I wrestle after taking the ‘pateru’ stance that Dick refers to.

Or try out the techniques you learned from the martial artists you personally invited.

And of course, he asked where he learned those skills from, pointed out hundreds of loopholes, and even corrected them. Naturally, it was a very meaningful time for me. My father was also positive about it, and more than anything, for a wizard, he had very good physical strength.

-…Don’t you miss your mother?

-…Do you miss your hometown?

-Okay.

-…

It was clearly the same kid as me, but Dick’s voice sounded sad. The feeling of not being able to go home even if you want to. It is not the first time that he looks like an old man who is over a hundred and a half years old.

He introduced himself as a Gauri, but I know that this guy is not a Gauri. Yes, no matter how much I try to pretend to be a kid, Dick has never been the first to do things like childish pranks that I do.

Even though I knew, I pretended not to know and planned to wait until I told him directly.

-Do you think you know what it’s like to feel like you can’t go back even if you want to?

-Mol?Ru

-Are you sure you don’t know?

Asshole, we said that and laughed a lot, and then I said to Dick. Of course, you can’t find something that isn’t there. My father also said that my mother was not in this world, that she had gone on a trip, or that she was somewhere I couldn’t find her.

Probably so.

-How would I know? I’ve never done that before. As for mom… Well. Thanks to my father and older sister, I wasn’t lonely. My father revealed it properly, and I heard that my mother and my sister’s mother came to see my father just to have children through a contract.

-…Don’t you think it’s harsh?

-A mother like everyone else, and dark skin. She said her mother had dark skin, and she felt sad about not being by my side, but that was okay. My father said that because he regrets what he doesn’t have and what he can’t do, he can’t do what he can do.

-…Father…L.

And when he mentions his father, he seems envious and full of resentment, so it seems like Dick probably didn’t have a very good relationship with his father.

-Do you hate your father?

-…I hate quick-witted kids like you.

– Even though I’m a little kid.

-Now, wake up. It’s pateru time. Come on, come here. I’ll make you an asshole.

-Go after him.

Those were the days when we talked nonsense like that.

And even from afar, the wizards of the Waitley family, as well as the paladins, priests, and inquisitors, were fiercely guarding the security.

Hiding in the shadows, I look at my home, the mansion I watched from afar under Anna’s guidance. When I returned after a long time, the mansion was still grand and huge, but I felt sad that I couldn’t go inside.

“…I can’t go back. I think I know how Dick feels.”

“…Do you believe what that man says?”

“If you don’t trust your friends, who can you trust?”

“…A friend? Someone who could threaten the master?”

Anna looks at me suspiciously, showing her suspicions about Dick. That’s right. In fact, in Magia, where there are almost no consuls higher than me, he is the only enemy who can threaten me as the next consul.

Of course, I was the type of person who couldn’t understand the validity of Anna’s concerns about this, but at least when it came to ‘money’, I was very honest, and I was someone who strictly kept the ‘contract’ regarding money.

And since she was young, she had a crush on me who could use magic and that guy who couldn’t use magic.

No matter what I do, it would be better if I killed him before he knew it.

“For the same reason, just because I can’t use magic right now, imagine being wary of you, who is stronger than me, how would you feel?”

“…I see. I made a mistake.”

Naturally, only then does Anna admit her fault. Did she even imagine that she was being abandoned by me? Judging by the way her tail droops, she appears to be extremely frightened.

When I leave her behind and go to catch her demon lord, she asks herself if she will be abandoned.

Because she said are you going to leave me?

…

She was momentarily surprised by the heaviness of that love, but it was natural to her.

Because I brought it with you.

She said I brought her here, and she said I was in charge, but she said she was suddenly alone in her position.

…

Of course, she did that because she had become strong enough, but…

As a result, the person under her does not want that.

I tried to free her from her servants, but Anna said she preferred to stay with me.

Every day, she finds it her pleasure in life to be cared for, awakened, and cared for.

…

Love is heavy.

So, it took her longer to convince her.

I persuaded Anna, and canceled her contract, but nevertheless she said that Anna would wait for me.

She comes back and Anna clings to me as if she won’t be separated from me.

And, along with that, the same goes for Lucy.

Lucy spoke to me as I watched the Dawn Bringer Mansion from afar, hidden by Anna’s magic.

“Dick, that smells dangerous.”

“…”

“It’s dangerous, and she’s not showing her true feelings. ‘Uncle’ also told me to be wary of those who hide their true feelings.”

“…You probably have your own circumstances.”

“Clarke’s magic doesn’t work, and besides, he fights well. It’s dangerous.”

Yes, magic doesn’t work, and Dick is clearly superior in basic combat power. Of course, I know that he cares for me to some extent and has dealt with me all this time. He is impervious to magic and can aim for my head at any time.

But what is that?

It doesn’t mean anything.

It was just that I was busy beating down people who made fun of me because I had dark skin.

As I gained strength and skills, no one openly uttered the word bastard in front of me. There were people who approached me to flatter me, but no one approached me sincerely.

At that time, after gaining power, I became arrogant, and it was Dick who broke that arrogance.

No matter how powerful the magic is, if there is someone to whom magic does not work, isn’t that person the magician’s natural enemy?

And I found out about it when I was very young, thanks to a stupid wizard who cast a spell on Dick, and I remember Dick being embarrassed by it and not knowing what to do.

Of course, I was more interested in the fact that magic really didn’t work at all.

Naturally, I developed a passion for Dick.

That’s right, isn’t it?

He is a guy that no one of his age can match in terms of magic, but there is a guy next to him who cannot use magic.

So what to do about this?

Rejecting Dick?

That’s ridiculous.

Rather, I saw it as an opportunity to not feel anything after receiving the magic that was everything to me. It’s time for a new way of fighting, not just magic, not just magic.

Looking at the ‘hammer’ currently on my waist and the ax that Dick is carrying, I wonder if I should try using magic using a melee weapon as a medium. I thought about it.

It was named ‘Cry of Fear’, and now it looks like a hammer to be carried around the waist, but its length can be increased, it can be thrown, and it can also be used as a magic medium.

The maximum size when used is a huge hammer with a weight of 200kg and a handle length of 2m. As a bonus, if I make it huge, its weight will reach 1 ton, but right now I don’t have the strength to handle it.

…

Well, to handle that weight, normal strength is not enough.

Anyway, I competed directly with this, honed my magic engineering skills, and devised a new magic combat method, from alchemy to enchantment, to deal with only one monster, and my magic combat method belongs to the ‘subtype’ among wizards. This is a very unique case.

Perhaps I am the only wizard who can withstand Dick’s axe many times.

In the capital city of Mediah at night, the lights are still on in the entertainment district, and while only bizarre experiments by wizards are going on, explosions like firecrackers are common, and slaves being cut off and dying here and there are also common.

The road leading to the cemetery and the cathedral of the Order of Solias of Media.

The Church of Solias says that they manage the cemetery directly to select the souls of the dead and select warriors, commonly referred to as ‘Einhejar’, to prepare for ‘Ragnarok’ in the future, but for that matter, the cemetery is a graveyard. Is a truly eerie road.

…Selecting Einhejar in a place like this.

…I don’t know what kind of crazy person is telling the dead to fight again, but the dead should be put to rest, and they are making them fight even after death.

The sight of justifying violence in the name of God is truly disgusting.

‘Tools’ taken out from Lion Heart’s underground warehouse.

And get ready to take them out.

Groups of paladins and assassins filled every corner of the graveyard and around me.

If being a paladin isn’t enough, is he now an assassin?

Take out the tools.

And-

A gas mask that Dick drew and showed me one day.

He is wearing a gas mask made of black rubber, glass-beaded glasses, and a purifier canister. Lucy keeps fiddling with the gas mask, which seems to be quite uncomfortable. That’s because it catches the horn.

I adjusted the string a little so it wouldn’t get caught in the horn, and it doesn’t seem to feel very good when it touches my face.

“Hang in there Lucy.”

“…It’s uncomfortable…I don’t like it.”

“But, if I don’t use this, will I look ‘embarrassed’?”

“…I’ll try to endure it.”

I guess I don’t like that.

And- it started to lunge at me.

Then I take out the tool and hit it with a hammer.

Kwaaaaa!

Fusssss?

And then, the ‘tool’ was smashed and the foggy smoke spread out.

And as soon as the fog spread out, I quickly retreated, but it was already too late.

In the first place, while you are still breathing, this ‘magic tool’ makes you commit obscene acts that a ‘human’ should never do, unless there is a special filtering device.

Gurgling-

“K-Kuuuuu withi?! What is this?!

“Golden Sun…!!! What did you do… Wow!! My stomach is…!!”

Gurgling, gurgling-

And as expected, I laughed and said, “Wow,” And once again proved the greatness of the tool I had made before.

And only then did he realize what kind of smoke this gas was. Smoke still spreads around, and the gas is ‘transformed’ Cloud Kill’s toxicity in a different way.

The sound of the ship rocking is heard here and there, and of course, after a while, a strong smell of poop emerges.

Come to think of it, what did Dick say?

Gas masks cannot filter gas.

If you’re curious, fart and try it in there.

And as a result of experimenting while wearing a gas mask inside, I almost fainted from the foul smell of gas I felt at that moment.

“Now, gentlemen. This is an order…”

And, their bellies glow.

Naturally, the second among those who inhaled this smoke.

…

One day, old Dick showed me something.

A priest gave an order to the servant who betrayed his master.

It’s an absolute command.

An action that can force a servant to perform a specific action.

The original, commit suicide! It was like this, but of course, if you inhale the smoke I just released, magic will be activated in each person’s stomach.

“Poop on the spot.”

Pujijijijijik-

“…Master, this is a bit much.”

And Anna looks at me with a very disgusted look. And-

“Until the death.”

“…”

Do you know what?

If a person continues to have diarrhea, he or she will die.

That’s because the moisture inside the body also escapes.

And what I made, Dick said, was a very useful ‘biochemical’ weapon.

Naturally, I had no intention of killing them gracefully.

“Just shit right there until you die.”

“Kwaaak! Geumtaeyang, you son of a bitch…Kwaaak!!”

“Everyone pray, it’s a magical gas…!!”

“Stay there!!! I won’t let you go to the cathedral…”

“Clarke, should I kill you?”

And Lucy asks:

Actually, there is no need.

Anyway, I had no intention of wasting my energy on things like this from the beginning.

The tool I took out continued to emit smoke and metal dust.

Until the dust stored inside runs out.

And after all the dust has been vomited out, with a crunching sound, I take out another tool.

A tool for striking a barrier.

Although it is quite rudimentary, there is only one reason why I use this barrier.

A barrier that blocks just one attack, no matter what the attack.

Continuous attacks are attacks that break through, but unless the opponent’s attack is a space-destroying attack outside of the standard, it can be blocked by destroying anything.

And the barrier begins to unfold, and before they are neutralized in the dust and the barrier is piled up –

I lit a match and threw it into it.

And the dust comes into contact with the air over a large area, and when sparks fly, the dust explodes all at once.

The barrier is completed, and all troops trapped within the barrier explode at once.

“…Wow. Fireworks.”

Lucy looks at it and speaks with admiration.

At the same time, the barrier is broken –

Quaaaaa8551114588 there?

A loud explosion echoes throughout Mediah.