Magic Lord.
The great duke of the empire who has reached the peak of Magical Path, standing shoulder to shoulder with Duke Huangyeol and the Spirit Lord, a pillar of the empire.
Ziiing! Ziiing! Ziiing!
And the target of “elimination.”
Her outfit, with purple hair and violet eyes, was so captivating that ordinary people wouldn’t even know where to look.
It was as if she had mixed a mage’s attire with that of a researcher.
Especially, her sheer, flowing lavender coat emitted a foreboding aura.
Zuaaaaaang…!
Violet magical power flickered at her fingertips, and dozens of magic circles were preparing to cast spells in the sky.
I gripped the hammer tightly.
The thirty magic circles at the edge assisted the central magic circle, while twelve others blocked elements that would interfere with the connection and manifestation of magic.
Finally, fearing a dispel, I set up additional magic circles to counter any dispel attempts all around.
She was certainly no ordinary grand mage.
Hwahak!
“Die!!”
Violet flames soared.
The remnants of the castle ruins were engulfed in flames, scorching the terrain outside the castle to ashes.
Do the residents not care at all?
‘Guess that’s to be expected.’
If she experiments even on spirits, a person wouldn’t bother her in the slightest.
Moreover, if what I think is right, even less so.
“……”
I swung the hammer once more to fend off the flames rushing towards me.
With a loud noise, the earth trembled, and the fire momentarily subsided.
The flames, temporarily pushed back by the holy power, seemed to draw in surrounding fire, shooting back at me even stronger.
As I swept the flames away with the hammer, a strange feeling washed over me.
“This reminds me of fire spirits.”
The field monster I encountered when I first turned on the broadcast.
Like fire spirits that endlessly absorb each other no matter how often they’re killed, this flame wasn’t much different.
[Ah, that one]
[It’s on a different level than fire spirits though…]
[Magic Lord is super strong ;;]
[Nostalgic, lol]
[Seems like it’s not the time for chit-chat]
[Oof]
Flwoosh!
The flames surged even more.
In the meantime, perhaps preparing an even larger spell, more magic circles appeared in the air, and a denser energy began to radiate from the flames.
‘Magic.’
At first, it wasn’t magic, but the magical power was growing denser over time.
If it continues like this, it might grow massive like fire spirits and become too difficult to deal with.
‘Before that, I will smash it.’
Kuwung! I slammed the hammer down.
The faint shockwave momentarily calmed the flames, and in that space, I soared towards the Magic Lord without any hindrance.
“…!”
As I rushed right up to her, the hundreds of protective spells swirling around her defended and countered.
But it was meaningless.
Saaaaah…
The extreme chill emanating from my wrist neutralized all the magic.
Everything blocking her and me vanished, and the Magic Lord’s eyes widened as if they would split.
Before I knew it, a frozen spear was in my hand.
‘Spear of Frost.’
The spear imbued with a fragment of the Demon King pierced the Magic Lord.
■
Kwa-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-gan!!!
The Magic Lord was sent flying.
Not just flying, but with the sound of hundreds of things ‘breaking,’ suffering extreme damage as they went.
‘…Did I hurt him?’
It didn’t seem like he was bleeding.
For sure…
“Ugh!”
I felt an intense chill and quickly shoved the spear into my bracelet.
I frantically pulled out the mythical item ‘Memory of Frost’ obtained from Sugarado’s subjugation reward and looked at my shaking wrist.
My wrist was bright blue and frozen.
I was trying to heal as much as I could with Holy Magic, but Magic has the ability to suppress and limit recovery.
If that Magic belonged to the ‘Demon King’ of extreme cold, it would be maximized.
[Lily, you good?]
[You’re frozen, though.]
[Oh.]
[The Magic Lord flew far away, lol.]
[This is that mythical item from hunting the dragon, right?]
[The penalty seems a bit steep; I don’t think I can use it for long.]
[I wanna see Sre.]
[Seeing the Magic Lord getting tossed is quite ridiculous.]
[Is Sre still asleep?]
“Sre is… ah, the direct current. Used up a lot of power.”
Sre, or more precisely, Sugarado in that body, had overexerted itself and entered a forced sleep state.
Of course, if I wanted to wake it up now, I could, but it wasn’t a situation where I necessarily had to force it awake.
‘As expected… the power of opposites is too much.’
I let out a deep breath and looked at my gradually healing wrist.
Holy and Magic are fundamentally opposing forces since the beginning.
Even though I could freely wield the Holy power through my job specialization, Magic still lay beyond my realm.
Above all, there was only one being among all Celestial and Demon races who could manipulate both powers.
Needless to say, that incredible Eight Seats and even the Six Demon Kings couldn’t handle it.
‘That guy is a monster. Not just strong, I mean a real monster. Something whose very existence is uncertain…’
He said that.
‘The worst and strongest creation of both races… I have no idea who created it. All I know is that the mutation should belong to the Demon Race. I only wish it was mine. Just a regret.’
And this…
“…Huh?”
Who said that?
Who said that?
[Why?]
[?]
[Is the Magic Lord dead?]
“Wait a second…”
I felt dizzy and quickly pulled out the bracelet I had shoved away.
The cold was no longer coming out of my will, but the bracelet still emitted a chilling air.
I glared at the bracelet and then shoved it back into space.
I’ll think about it later.
Right now, the target is my priority.
Zzziiing…
A crack appeared in the air, and a door opened.
The Magic Lord emerged with an even more enraged expression than before and glared at me.
His purple eyes burned fiercely as a black staff that hadn’t been there before was now in his hand.
“How dare you…”
Despite being hit by the cold just for a moment, the Magic Lord seemed pretty much intact.
Even considering that it was just a fragment of a fragment, the spear I unleashed was by no means light.
“Do you even know how much I’ve expended because of you?”
“…Expended?”
“Yes!”
[What did you expend?]
[?]
[I heard something breaking earlier, was that it?]
Ha!
“I didn’t make it for something this trivial…”
“……”
I made it to use it.
For some reason, I feel like I understand the meaning of those words.
No, I don’t just feel, I know.
I’ve seen it too many times to not know.
“Karia Matchelpid.”
“…?”
“Where is your laboratory?”
I asked straightforwardly.
I’ve heard enough and I’m almost 100% sure, but I need to see it directly to make an accurate judgment.
‘To decide whether to kill or do something beyond that.’
Karia looked momentarily stunned, then smirked, calming her agitated energy.
“Ah… so that’s how it was. No wonder it felt strange.”
…It was Arne.
“That damn girl sent you, didn’t she?”
[?]
[?]
[Huh]
[Isn’t Arne the Spirit Lord?]
[What are you talking about?]
Hehe. Karia giggled, conjuring two violet magic circles.
Just like a dimension gate opening, a severed space revealed itself, and unidentified creatures began to pop out one by one.
“How lucky you are. I can’t even handle a Sword Saint properly, but Arne has Leo and you with her.”
“I’m not on Arne’s side.”
I’m just doing my job.
It has nothing to do with Arne.
But Karia raised her black staff at me as if she had already decided.
Woom…
The violet magic wrapped around the creatures, and they began to thrash about, making ker-lak! ker-lak! sounds.
Starting.
Creatures writhing in pain.
Their two eyes were filled with purple magic, and they rushed at me like they were insane.
After bringing the distant White Guardian, I converted it into a spear.
The roar ripped the creatures apart.
Even though the blood and flesh were replaced with blue particles through the system, a sense of discomfort arose involuntarily.
Karia tilted her head as she looked at her brutally torn experiment.
“Oh my? Didn’t you know? These guys are still feeling pain…”
Poor things, are you really going to kill them like that?
“……”
“Aren’t you here to stop me? But if you just kill them, won’t that be a problem?”
A sultry voice echoed in my ears.
‘Like the whisper of a demon.’
Thud! Thud!
More specimens poured out from the Dimension Gate.
Among them were quite a few specimens closer to spirits than monsters.
I grabbed the spear and—
Thwack!!!
[Ugh…]
[Lily…?]
[……]
[Crazy.]
[You seem really pissed.]
I launched the specimens away once more.
Definitely without the chance of rebirth.
“……”
Thud…
Like blood dripping, Holy Power flowed from the spear.
Having retrieved the spear, I looked up at Karia.
“I’ve seen many like you.”
“…What?”
[?]
[Lady Lily?]
“If you’re holding hostages, I’d hesitate; thus, I’d drop my weapon and offer my power to comply. ‘Of course, that’s what Lily would do.’”
Snicker.
“Sure, there was a time like that. Back then, I thought that was the right thing to do.”
But I realized.
That way, I could never save everyone.
[The White Guardian… saving everyone…]
Everyone’s savior is like a mere illusion.
‘An impossible utopia, an illusion.’
“I’m not a savior. Nor am I a judge to condemn your sins.”
I’m simply Lily Elbrite.
The Saintess of Somal Village and an foolish human with too much empathy.
Boom!
The white Holy Power descended upon the land of Machalpied.
The Wings of Light blooming behind me grew larger and the broken ring settled above my head.
‘Crown of Succession.’
Original 13%.
Duration 1 minute.
Lacking both power and time, but…
“It’s enough.”
Cleaning up some trash is easy.
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