I’m not going to die

61 – Warlock (5)

Changsung slowly brought up a story about the past.

One by one from his bleak times.

“Montrose gathered street children and raised them for a purpose.”

That said, she wasn’t born aristocrat, just a tramp wandering the streets.

“They wanted to get a perfect adoptive, one with powerful talents to join the party of warriors.”

“…The horse is adopted, but it doesn’t matter if it’s an adopted daughter.”

“Yes, I survived and became the adopted daughter.”

to survive there.

It was already a word full of ominous words.

Because I can imagine how harsh the environment is.

Then, a question arose.

“Is it worth going to the warrior party that much?”

The members who entered the warrior party struggled rather than excelled, and saw a future in which the world would perish without being able to catch the demon king.

Rather, it seemed better to support the family with the skills to enter the warrior party.

That’s why it didn’t make sense to adopt a talented orphan for the purpose of joining the warrior’s party.

“…The benefits are great, the moment you join the warrior party, you are given various benefits, and if you catch the demon king, the entire family becomes a meritorious family, so it has been like that throughout history.”

“I guess so.”

How difficult and arduous is the process of catching the demon king.

In the kingdom, they had to collect strong people to join the warrior party by offering huge rewards.

And Montrose aimed at this and brought in a foster daughter.

The hardship is the creation, but the benefit is the family.

A good strategy in theory.

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Just by joining the warrior party and helping the hero kill the demon king, the whole family can jump higher.

No matter how brutal the process is.

Even if one person loses the reason for living.

He went crazy in front of the benefit of being able to become a family of meritorious subjects.

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Just as the royal family is crazy about immortality and refuses to do any evil.

And Montrose would have met a similar end to the royal family.

Everything was pointless because I burned the capital.

The plan to join the warrior party, which was made by ruining one person and killing several, is nothing.

As long as there was no political body to replace the royal family, the kingdom was virtually doomed; the entire country was in anarchy and could not be rewarded.

As he recalled that before the return, Asher continued.

“Montrose kidnapped me, and the moment I opened my eyes, I was told to pick up any weapon and fight. The one I grabbed at that time was a spear, and I am still using a spear.”

“Was it like that?”

It was ironic to hear that he did not use the spear as a weapon in search of his own talent, but that he had been using the weapon he had accidentally grabbed until now.

For coincidence, her talent was too suited to spears.

So, they survived in this environment.

“At that time, there were a lot of kids like me, because if you had even the slightest bit of talent, you were taken there.”

“…Looking at it, it seems like everyone is dead now.”

“Yeah, they’re all dead.”

Because her words were so careless.

I even heard the illusion that I was listening to something insignificant.

However, it was a cruel past committed by one family, and it was a crime that could never be erased.

…it wasn’t just the royal family that had to be destroyed.

When I heard it, I thought so.

Her words continued after that.

What kind of life did you live, what kind of work did you do, and what process did you go through to eventually become the adopted daughter of Montrose?

It was a story about a long, long life.

To the extent that it takes an entire day.

Take a short break in between meals.

even while holding my breath.

even while sleeping.

heard the story

I understood a little more about her, and one by one I came to know why she had such a personality and habits.

In the end, only Chang-seong remains as the street children who were kidnapped.

They underwent training where they were at great risk of dying, and even then, the surviving children had to fight each other.

That’s how Chang-seong became Montrose’s adopted daughter, and came this far.

She is a part of the warrior party that was created, and the purpose of life itself is destined to enter the warrior party.

As she closed her mouth, the atmosphere was still.

I didn’t say anything, and she didn’t do anything either.

But I wanted to give comfort to the girl who had lived this kind of life.

…that might be empathy.

I’ve lived like that, so I sympathized with it.

He became a slave of a black magician, and lived a life of living because he could not die.

I couldn’t even complain about the terrible past.

The sins committed with him were too great.

Because my rotten feelings and my heart broken by madness empathized with others.

My body moved first before reason could make a judgment about that emotion.

hug her slowly

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Just like Asher did.

I hugged her and comforted her.

“You worked hard.”

“…yes.”

Changsung smiles.

Then, water formed around her eyes.

After a while, Changsung shook his head.

“Actually, it may not be what I need comforting.”

“…why?”

“I think the life you’ve been living must have been more difficult.”

I didn’t say anything about the past, but her guess about me fit perfectly.

“I felt more pain, and I think that’s why my heart was broken.”

“…”

“So I felt a sense of kinship, and I want to comfort you.”

I couldn’t say anything.

Mentally I’ve been shaken bizarrely.

In the end, the reason Changsung approached me was because of his sense of kinship.

Through that sense of identity, Changsung also sympathized with me.

so I was comforted

…about the past.

“…Right.”

I tried to let go of her, but Changsung pulled me even more.

As if telling me not to let go, now it seems to be rushing at me as if telling me not to evade any more.

“So can you tell me?”

I was asking you to tell me about my wounds.

That’s Changsung.

…But it’s not the past I want to talk about.

The past that only I want to keep until I kill the demon king.

I kept my mouth shut about the terrible thing.

“Can not.”

“…yes?”

Changsung did not ask for more here.

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Just quietly stand aside and watch me.

But her consolation was too comforting.

Feeling a little comfortable, I moved on.

The analysis is almost over.

Magi was collected through the prisoner long ago.

It would bring life, but since he was a death row inmate, there was no big problem.

In addition, through analysis, a fatal error in black magic was discovered.

Thanks to that error, the time it took to get to Fahe was overwhelmingly shortened.

If this was the case, the Black Pagoda Master would have no choice but to lose in the end.

Besides, since not many demons in the sky had gathered yet, I knew indirectly that the city hadn’t completely collapsed.

I was able to relax with this.

If the city showed signs of collapsing in an instant, it might have been a bait in front of the Black Pagoda Lord.

But that wasn’t the case, so only perfect victory remained.

Stand on top of a large magic circle drawn with blood.

My blood and Asher’s blood were mixed in the magic circle.

Such a dark color began to emit more red light.

Changseong looked at the day when he was about to start parfait and said one last thing.

“Now, do you think you have some regrets about life?”

She asked if I had changed my mind.

To some extent it may be.

It’s not that he doesn’t die because he’s immortal.

really finished everything.

Will I find a reason to live and continue living?

Changsung exclaimed.

A word from Changsung, who he sincerely hoped for, deeply touched his heart.

“So, don’t die! Argal.”

I nod my head slightly.

Let’s take a single step, I feel the movement of great power.

The blood-stained magic circle emits a strong light.

**

It was Bessia’s holy power that stopped the shelling of the refugees.

She, too, climbed onto the wall and stood with Fran.

“It was helpful. Bethia.”

“The shelling was too loud, so I ran after finishing my treatment.”

Fran was curious.

Obviously, Reinhardt said that he needed Vesiah’s help because he had a lot of serious injuries, but he healed so quickly?

Fran knew that Vesiah’s skills were extraordinary, but he didn’t expect them to be this great.

The barrier of holy power completely blocked even the Death Knight.

Of course, it would be correct that her strength is advantageous in terms of compatibility rather than clearly surpassing Fran.

Finally, all the refugees got out, and people breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially for those involved who know more about this work.

As soon as anyone dies, the black magic in the sky has to fight against a larger army.

Even if it was just the demons that had already died and ascended to the undead, the scale was large.

The undead stopped charging for a moment when they realized that their target was behind that great wall.

Likewise, the Death Knight did not dare to break through the shield of holy power and stood still.

The strange lull did not last long.

The main culprit of this situation, the raiders of the city, appeared.

As soon as they saw it, the priests and paladins were the first to have seizures.

Their nemesis is right in front of them, so it’s worth it.

“Those black magicians who deserve to die!”

“What a great sin you did this to shoulder!”

Warlocks in black robes formed an army and moved slowly.

He showed no reaction to the priest’s criticism.

They’re going to die anyway, so what’s the point of answering them?

They came close to the wall.

The attitude that it is meaningless to use magic or arrows to kill them.

One of them took off his robe.

it was a woman

People recognized who she was because she had a golden inscription all over her body and a symbol that was used in the Mage Tower.

And the main culprit of this is also.

“…If it’s the pattern of that tower, is it the Black Tower Master?”

“The tower owner is that young? No, in the first place, there is a Black Pagoda near the capital.”

And Bessia showed a near seizure.

It was all the more so because he was the main culprit of this and the one who suffered the most damage from the Black Tower Master.

“I-I’m going to kill that bitch too!”

“Wait a minute! I mean, you didn’t come this far for nothing!”

Frank stopped Bessia as much as possible, fearing that there might be a trap.

And the Black Tower Master, Tigris, finally opened her mouth.

“I have an offer for you guys.”

Already full of confidence, she muttered with a bored face.

“Just give me half, half, and I’ll save them all.”

Here, a government official who could represent the city answered.

The mayor had a lot of work to do inside the city, so a deputy mayor was built on the wall.

The aging deputy mayor raised questions about it.

“What is that half?”

“Didn’t you understand? half of you.”

“So half of that… .”

The Black Pagoda Master said nervously as if he was frustrated.

She couldn’t understand that she couldn’t understand the idea of giving up half of the city’s population, and as the deputy mayor, she couldn’t imagine that half was half that.

“Half of all your lives, that’s enough for me.”

If a population of 100,000 is half that of a city, that is 50,000.

That alone was enough to transcend.

Besides, rather than wanting complete transcendence, she just needed to get similar powers and go to the capital to find the Undead, so she didn’t have to kill them all.

From the perspective of the black pagoda owner, this is a reasonable proposal.

It is said that he will save half of his life.

Originally, everyone would have been killed.

Naturally, the deputy mayor was frightened.

“Nonsense!”

“How good the conditions are, but it doesn’t make sense. Originally, I was going to kill everyone, but half are saved.”

Realizing that there was no point in negotiating any more, the deputy mayor turned around and shouted to everyone.

Except for resistance, there is only death.

In that case, all that was left was to fight to the end.

“Don’t talk bullshit, warlock! We will defend the city with all our might. All knights, wizards, priests! Stop that evil warlock! Hold on with all your might until aid from the capital arrives!”

“Yes!”

“Burn those warlocks to death!”

The moment the deputy mayor shouted like that, Bessia shook off Fran’s hand and immediately poured powerful holy power into the Black Tower Master.

No matter how many traps there were, no matter how much everyone’s attention was focused on her and aggro was drawn, she was not a saint to stay still.

“Get hit and die, bitch!”

Hearing the loud cry, the Black Pagoda owner turned his head and smiled.

That smile was so captivating that it gave me goosebumps.

“Oh, were you there?”

She was very happy to see Bethia.

No need to kill someone else.

He smiled happily at being able to kill himself with his own hands.