Chapter 463 – Mediator -1-

“Whoa… Let’s go.”

Before crossing the gate following Morgan’s instructions.

Turning your head over with both hands while exhaling was a procedure of your own to sharpen your mind like a blade.

‘The gate leads to the gate. In order to secure installation space on the other side and manage the flow of mana, there is no possibility of moving to an isolated location such as inside fire or metal.’

With various confidences, I reached out to the place where the complex magic circle flashed.

I surrendered myself to the feeling of being caught up in mana without going against it.

Roman’s mind doesn’t stop, it continues to plan body movements and anticipate traps.

‘If you surround yourself with a group, white flames will be scattered in large quantities…’

There was never any relief or relief.

There is no guarantee that there will not be an unannounced attack beyond the gate.

Even if the group’s high-ranking executives showed favor, the fact that the opponent they were facing was a warlock did not change. If the situation seemed to go awry, the intention was to take the first strike immediately.

Wow ──

A familiar twist flashed before my eyes and the place changed.

What comes into view is a space filled with reeds.

Roman twitched the corners of his eyes.

‘Outside, not indoors?’

The strength of the wind hitting my skin was not constant, so I felt like it was a natural wind.

The sound of grass and the pouring sunlight seemed not to be illusions.

However, even adventurer Roman could not figure out where on the continent this place was.

‘Even if it was a gate, it wouldn’t have been that far from Mist Nest…’

In a situation that was completely unexpected, I guess it could be considered fortunate, but there was one act of popularity that got on my nerves.

There is no sense of hostility towards the person approaching from among the reeds, making a gentle sound.

A person dressed in a black robe, like Morgan, who was leading the way, stood in front of Roman.

“Welcome. I heard you found me.”

“Thank you for meeting me as soon as I said that and on the same day.”

“The location should have some weight, but in reality, I’m not busy enough to show it off.”

“I thought it would be very busy here and there.”

Roman, who touched and adjusted the mask that reached below his eyes, rolled his eyes while making a loud noise.

The neck visible under the tightly pressed hood. And exposed hands.

There were elements that could be identified to determine what race the leader of the Mendes Pentagram was.

‘Those nails on the fur…? Could it be a beast?’

If you can communicate, what does race matter? It was surprising.

It is known that, on average, beastmen have extremely low aptitude for magic.

From Roman’s perspective, he has no memory of ever seeing a beast among famous wizards.

“Let’s walk first. I prefer talking while walking rather than sitting.”

“Good.”

Roman continued to observe the intermediary, following his unknown path.

‘Isn’t it a substitute?’

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t feel like this warlock is a puppet put in place by a mediator.

There are some points where you can feel the strange charisma that those who lead the group have, but the most important point is.

The strongest warlock I’ve ever seen.

I’ll have to look at all of my cards to know for sure, but I think the momentum I can see right now is comparable to Gankan, the Dullahan.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been using this since I heard a guest was coming, and my ears are starting to hurt. Excuse me.”

“···.”

The mediator took off the hood he was wearing half a step ahead.

The head exposed in that way had the appearance of a beast that had received fox blood.

“Since the person is leading a group of warlocks, did you expect an elf or a human?”

“To be honest, yes. Even now, I doubt it might be a hallucination.”

“The talent for deception is not the direction that I and Mendes Pentagram pursue.”

“Because there’s no need to get involved with those in power?”

“I won’t deny that. However, suspicion and distrust are the basics for survival on the continent, but the more power you have in various fields, the more it fades into arrogance. In that respect, you are great.”

The mediator stretched out his hand and snapped the reed that was hanging between his fingers.

The reed was robbed of its vitality by the fox and dried up in an instant.

“And when it comes to whose blood you inherit and what race you are, humans and elves are the most polarized on the continent, but the ones who are most influenced by actual lineage are the dragon race and the beast race.”

“Well, it’s not wrong.”

From Roman’s perspective, the priority was the impression that the mediator was more talkative than expected.

As I walked along with the beastman, I passed a place where reeds made music as they brushed against each other.

A small stream of water was flowing in front.

On top of it, a bunch of birds smaller than a fist are sitting, shaking their wings, washing their bodies, and singing.

“So.”

“···.”

“What did you come to tell us about Nema Natas?”

The mediator who was walking half a step in front of Roman stopped and asked the main point.

Now we have finally got into the proper topic.

“To find the head of Nema Natas.”

“···You mean that guy? What are you going to do when you find him?”

“Of course I have to kill him.”

At the answer that came out without hesitation, the fox let out a snort and a laugh from her black nose.

“Ha! This really smells like a story worth snacking on.”

He takes out a handbell from inside his loose robe and makes a sound.

C’mon! Jjareung!

A warlock holding a bottle of cheap wine approached from afar and handed the glass to the intermediary.

After filling the glass with a squeak, the person who appeared to be a subordinate-stepped back and waited at a distance.

“Would you like a drink too?”

“No.”

The mediator, who passed the drink dripping from the spout, continued the conversation again.

“Well, isn’t that kind of favor for someone with power like yours? He has a tendency to hold a lot of grudges, so I won’t ask why he’s looking for you.”

“Do you know the location?”

“Hmm…”

The answer to the question was an ambiguous silence. Roman continued his words without stopping.

“There are potential locations, but there are too many. I want to save time.”

Roman took out a map of the continent from his pocket and showed it to the mediator.

A complex map with dozens of marks.

Originally, the main focus of this world was not hunting warlocks, but it was an academy game, so information was limited.

We made inferences based on everything we had and marked all possible locations.

If the intermediary refuses to tell, Roman plans to visit all the places marked on the map.

‘There is a possibility that how much I know may leak out. If necessary, this prisoner must also be killed here.’

After seeing her hold out her hand and receive guidance, Roman took her heart there.

Sarak-

The fox opened the neatly folded map and rolled her eyes back and forth.

The long protruding snout twitched here and there and let out a small exclamation.

“This is amazing. You figured out Morgan’s location and how to meet him even though you had no connection to us… Where did you get that information from?”

“Well, I didn’t get an answer to my question, so I could give you an answer.”

“For sure.”

That’s when the long snout moves as if it has made a decision.

Roman interrupted the flow.

“Wait a minute.”

“What is it?”

“Preparing black magic to detect lies, what are the procedures?”

What Roman remembered was the black magic that Morgan Blackwood used to use a goat’s head to reveal the truth.

The mediator, who understood what the other person was saying, shook his head.

“I didn’t do it because it didn’t seem necessary. Like me, I guess you also tend to blindly trust your intuition. And at your level, that black magic doesn’t even work properly.”

“···I see.”

“Do you think I overestimate myself and am overconfident?”

“No. I know what you mean, so just proceed.”

With a gesture of understanding, the fox looked at the map carefully.

“First, let me tell you, I’m not sure where it is. But there are a few places I can guess… So it’s probably one of them.”

“Hmm.”

It was a bit of a disappointing story.

There may be cases where the location is moved while forcibly narrowing the siege.

“There’s no need to make that face. He won’t run away even if his location is revealed.”

“How do you know?”

“It’s not like we don’t have any connection. There were days when we studied black magic together before we split up due to differences in inclination.”

“···.”

“This is a story from a time when Mendes Pentagram and Black Circle did not exist except for Nema Natas, which has the longest history.”

This is my first time hearing this.

Obviously, beastmen have a similar lifespan to humans, but I don’t know how old that warlock is.

Looking at Roman, who had many thoughts in many ways.

The mediator moved the snout and led the conversation.

“The problem is something else.”

“Tell me.”

“What do I gain by handing over this valuable information? In the war with Nema Natas, I don’t think of defeat in the first place.”

Does this mean that Mendes Pentagram is not in need enough to borrow someone else’s help?

Roman asked seriously, looking into the prisoner’s brown eyes.

“Are you confident that you can beat Nema Natas?”

“It means that the outcome itself is irrelevant. When I die, according to the laws of nature, my soul will head to Pandemonium. Isn’t that really something to be taken into account?”

The smile that appeared on the fox’s head clearly meant that he had brought something that would satisfy him.

“Aren’t you satisfied with eliminating the leader of the opposing group by blowing your nose without using your hands?”

“I’m grateful for that, but I told you that I don’t really care what the outcome is.”

“What do you want?”

“How about a contract where you give me a part of your soul after you die? The state of your soul doesn’t even have emotions or memories, so honestly, it’s just like a stranger.”

Roman scratched her head with a sigh.

‘This is how it will go.’

It’s something I sometimes forget because the sense of disconnect is so severe, but this guy is ultimately a warlock with the ideology of the Mendes Pentagram.

If this prisoner is the founder of the group, he may have the strongest sense of crazy values.

“It’s a soul… Indeed.”

Sereung ──

Roman pulled out a Rakshasa from the air.

The mediator quietly watched the scene and kept an eye on the energy circling the blade.

The subordinate holding a wine bottle behind him saw Roman draw his weapon and raised his mana to use black magic.

[Heart – Exorcism]

Ping -!

Light extending like an arrow from the tip of a sharp tip.

The power of pure yang that shattered something special about Juergena di Venta.

At first, Roman himself didn’t know what he had destroyed, but Atra told him something while examining Juergena’s body.

“Ouch!”

The warlock who was chanting a spell from behind fell with a hole in his chest.

“···!”

The mediator was not surprised by the death of his subordinate, but was filled with astonishment upon seeing the empty body.

Tak!

Roman threw the contract he was carrying in front of the mediator.

“As a condition of the deal, not only your body but also your soul. I will save you a good life.”