Chapter 393 – Algrat -1-

“Algrat. No matter how good that person is, if he doesn’t have mana, he’s no match for him, right? It’s difficult to kill him, but for the sake of the status of the Federation and the success of the Origin Festival, it would be better to at least destroy the bridge.”

Algrat stood up after hearing the saint’s whisper.

He tucks his blood-red hair behind his horns, revealing his sharp molars.

“You idiot. I don’t know what kind of dark thoughts you’re thinking, but don’t say any more.”

Understanding that followed while listening and being dumbfounded.

The blood vessels crossing the circlet on the saint’s forehead bulged nervously.

“What the hell… Are you so gloomy?! You don’t know the extent of it when you just overlook it! Don’t you know how much support our church gave to this prayer festival!”

“If anyone hears it, they’ll think we’ve opened our hands. Wasn’t the reason you volunteered in the first place to avoid making Theodore look bad?”

“A crazy lizard that doesn’t know anything-!!”

“A novice who doesn’t even know the heat of blood.”

Juveroa Blanc was furious and tried to raise his mana.

Algrat also spread his folded wings wide.

At the same time, the blazing heat spread out and the inside of the structure began to heat up.

Woooooung-

A dry heat that threatens to invade mana.

As the meaningless standoff dragged on, the saint took the mana first.

Then, Algrat’s wings folded, the heat subsided, and Juberoa Blanc clicked his tongue at the unresolved emotions.

“Tsk.”

“You idiot. You probably have your own calculations, right? That’s fine. But don’t try to ruin the prayer ceremony.”

“I would have told you that it would help the box office rather than ruin it. That man is not a nameless person, he is the platinum of the empire!”

These disputes continued day after day.

However, because safety measures were always present in the background, it rarely turned into a major incident.

Algrat faithfully performed the prayer ritual according to the orders of his dragon, Theodor Spenta.

Let’s do our best to keep the heat burning until the end of this festival.

Juberoa Blanc came because he knew Algrat’s loyalty and situation.

Even if this dragon’s temperament is like a fire that has drunk oil, I know that he will carry out Theodore’s orders even if it means sacrificing his life and his honor.

“”···.””

Algrat, who was watching Roman’s direction again, opened his mouth with a face steeped in the instincts unique to the dragon race.

“Juma, I am coming forward because I see your courage in trying to use this body that serves Theodore as a fighting horse. I think the excitement of the prayer ceremony will definitely rise.”

“In return, would you mind supporting the agenda presented this time?”

Algrat snorted at the saint’s bargain and walked away.

In the first place, it was unclear whether the results Juveroir Blanc wanted would be possible. The two now feel like they are taking advantage of each other.

“In return? If you receive something like that from a demon, it will only be an indication that the sacred prayer ritual has been used for your own self-interest.”

“···.”

“I recognize and praise the resourcefulness of bringing in someone you truly want to meet.”

It’s as if Algrat is praising him in return. The saint’s face crumpled as he made a sound while hitting the player.

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“The conversation ended well…”

“That’s a good thing.”

The saint, who returned to where Roman and Atra were waiting, had a truly mysterious expression.

Perhaps because this elf rarely has to manage his facial expressions, the emotions revealed on his face were obvious.

It felt like he was happy to have the opportunity to put me in the center and humiliate me, but it also felt like things weren’t going as planned.

“···You can come down as soon as everything is cleaned up.”

“All right.”

Unlike Roman, who was indifferent to the saint’s words and tried to move on.

Atra was still shaking with anxiety and couldn’t let go of Roman’s sleeve.

“Tongue, brother…”

“I will do my best to prevent you from getting hurt.”

“Promise! It’s a real promise!”

A pale finger held out with a more serious face than anyone else.

Roman hooked Atra and his little finger, being careful not to use too much force.

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After all the yongin who were fighting retreated. Roman stood in the center of the square, guided by the saint.

On the way down, Atra goes to the nearest seat and waits while watching with a group of saints.

Everyone who was enjoying the sights of the prayer festival is buzzing as they see Roman suddenly appearing in the center of the square.

The audience watching the bloody fight looked puzzled and raised their voices.

From Roman’s perspective, he felt like a monkey at the zoo.

But that unpleasant experience was short-lived.

‘You make a grand entrance.’

Let Roman raise his head.

I see a Yongin flying high in the air and making a sharp descent.

Kwaang -!!

One Yongin tribe appeared, breaking the floor.

A man with red hair and black horns appeared, and the noisy atmosphere disappeared as if it were a lie, and the flames began to burn again.

– Ah, it’s Algrat!!
– Waaaaa!!
– Hey! Bring all the bastards who just went drinking!
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‘Algrat? Is this guy with a name?’

You can feel the reputation that matches your skills from the reactions of those around you.

He shows off how different he is from Alice, who is of mixed race. It literally had distinct characteristics of the Yongin tribe.

Armor-like shell and blade-like nails sprouting from the limbs.

They radiated red light like heated iron in all directions and distorted the air as they breathed heat.

A haze rose from the floor of the square that was shattered upon landing.

“Humans of the Empire. Welcome to the prayer ceremony.”

The Yongin approached Roman with great strides and stopped with about two steps left.

The thick tail thumps on the floor, unable to hide its anticipation.

“I’m glad you feel really welcome?”

“We don’t say anything pretentious. We are different from gloomy ears.”

“Well, I’d be grateful if you welcomed me.”

Even though it was our first time meeting, we continued talking comfortably as if we were friends.

The attitude and disposition of the saint I could vaguely understand from earlier.

“I am Algrat, who serves Theodor Spenta. I am one of the people in charge of this prayer ceremony.”

Roman, who had also finished his introduction after hearing his words, showed doubts.

“The person in charge? I’m grateful that a greater person than expected came by. The person in charge must have been busy, so did they throw away their schedule and come to fight?”

This is my first time hearing the name Algrat, but I have heard Theodor Spenta many times. One of the few dragon people that Roman knows.

As the name is mentioned, it can be seen that he is not an ordinary person, unlike the Yongin people who ran wild in the square.

“The person in charge must sacrifice his or her life so that the flame of the prayer ritual does not weaken or die out. If there is a chance to become a flame by colliding with the platinum that is said to have come from the empire, no dragon race will refuse this opportunity.”

“Hmm…”

I think the duties of a person in charge and the duties of a person in charge of the Yongin tribe are slightly different.

“And humans. Let me tell you one thing.”

“What?”

“I stand here by my own will, not anyone else’s. I want to become a noble flame that will make this day memorable for everyone.”

Boom!

The Yongin people stamp their feet and take a stance. Roman also lowered his posture with a satisfied smile.

‘That means I wasn’t taken advantage of. A unique guy.’

As a result, he faced this, but it was not because of the saint’s will, but because he wanted to fight.

I don’t dislike people who care about something that is good for someone else.

“The use of mana is prohibited. There is no bell ringing to signal the beginning and end.”

“Arrows don’t fly like bells on the battlefield.”

“Human. It’s good that you understand quickly.”

Tsuzu that is-

Roman’s boots push against the floor and Algrat’s claws drag, leaving marks on the square.

As the distance between one person and one Yongin tribe got closer, everyone in the audience held their breath.

I didn’t even blink so as not to miss the scene.

“Kaaah!”

Algrat roared, baring his molars and swinging his claws.

It missed Roman’s agile movements and showed off its cutting power comparable to that of a famous sword.

It left a messy mark in the square.

“Krrr… Don’t run away! Inga-an-!”

The moment Algrat opened his mouth in frustration of not being able to reach even though he swung desperately.

Bah!

Algrat’s eyes flashed, and intense pain rushed to his face.

‘What···? ‘What hit me?’

Algrat felt as if he had been hit in the face with a blunt object. The shock was refreshing.

The human body he knows is weak and soft without mana.

Even if the human race is trained repeatedly, if they do not have mana, their skin will peel off and turn red after just swinging their fists a few times.

It is difficult to block a blade while standing still.

‘···I guess I’ll have to throw away my common sense.’

Cool proof that such knowledge is wrong. What is the person in front of you like?

I couldn’t read at all whether it was a punch, a kick, or a headbutt.

It was a sharp shock to myself, who had no vital energy unless I was an auror.

“If you keep opening your mouth, do you bite your tongue?”

Roman showed an amused smile as he looked at Algrat who was still conscious.

The skin of the famous Yongin tribe. Faced with no mana, it was much harder than expected.

The taste of my hand, as if I had struck hard steel, still remains.

‘Normally, my head would have just been hit by a fist.’

If it were a normal opponent, even if he was wearing a helmet, his head would have exploded like a watermelon from the punch he just gave.

“Thank you for the advice.”

A calmness that allowed the blow to be struck and the stakes soared.

It was in Algrat’s eyes, suppressing the instinct and heat of the dragon race.

Algrat clenched his fists, just like Roman, as his giant claws, which would cause inconveniences in his daily life, slowly decreased in size.