I’m not going to die

8 – Cleric Vesiah (2)

Left alone in the room, the girl thought.

he’s a weird guy

Seeing that there was a way to open the door and leave, Bessia also tried to follow, but the door did not open.

Of course, there was a lock.

The boy untied and left, as expected.

“What kind of nobles are nobles?”

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Judging by his skill at unlocking locks, he must be a promising thief.

Thinking so, Bessia sat down on the floor with her legs tucked deep into her chest.

The floor was cold.

I didn’t like to stand still.

Because it was hard to even stand.

Her stamina, which had reached its limit, continued to eat away at her mental strength.

Even if I just stayed still, I felt depressed, and I wanted to collapse and pass out.

Even so, Bessia trusted Argal.

no i want to believe

A boy with nothing

Please let me down the rope in this hell.

– growl.

Feeling her hungry belly, she remembered the white bread she ate yesterday.

One bread I hadn’t eaten in a really long time was too sweet.

If I could go back, I would like to pile up a mountain of cakes that are more delicious and sweet than white bread and eat them every day.

I don’t know if a priest can afford such luxury, but wouldn’t it be clear if he went back after suffering like this?

If you ask the benevolent Bishop Labega, he will feed you until your stomach bursts… .

While I was imagining that, the existence that suddenly threw that feeling to the floor came back.

rattle-

“Tsk, how much you argue about not wanting to give me just one potion.”

Gaudium appeared with a pile of potions in one hand.

While inspecting the inside of the room, he threw a bottle at Bessia, but Gaudium felt something strange and said.

“What, where did that guy go?”

It was a question about the missing Argal.

Bessia was worried about whether to be honest or lie here, but even if she tried to lie, she had nothing to say.

Because I just opened the door and left.

You can’t say it’s gone to the ground.

Besides, Bessia doesn’t even know where Argal has gone.

“…I opened the door and left.”

“Huh, the calm cat goes up to the stove first. It’s trouble anyway.”

Gaudium slowly moved his fingers.

It is to track the location of Argal with black magic.

A black magic circle appears above your hand.

“Do you view the shackles around your neck as ornaments? I wonder how I opened the door, but I have to run away to find a place to go within this magic tower… . What?”

He frowned and questioned.

Normally, I would know that this place was underground and head upward where the light poured in.

But Argal went deeper underground.

Gaudium muttered intrigued by this.

“It doesn’t matter what it is, it’s something you can use as an example, girl, I’ll tell you what you’ve shown so far.”

Bessia heard that and did not understand for a moment, but soon realized.

He said that he would use torture magic on Argal.

It was a vicious act, promising to let people see how people struggle under excruciating pain.

Gaudium beckoned her to follow her, but the girl sat down without taking a few steps.

“Tsk, you look like you can’t even walk properly. Drink first.”

Gaudium throws a bloody red potion to Bessia.

she was troubled

Is it okay to drink this?

However, Bessia, who was so thirsty, drank the potion without hesitation.

Up until now, I hadn’t drank or eaten anything the black magician gave me, but since I had already pretended to listen, I didn’t feel the need to keep that line.

Still, Gaudium didn’t play around with the potion, and Bessia soon gained vitality.

Bessia was frightened by the sight she saw while following Gaudium.

‘Is there such an underground space?!’

If there was a mage tower for mages who studied magic at the top of a high mountain, the black mage, on the contrary, dug a tunnel to avoid the gaze of others.

It is also called the Dark Magic Tower, and these structures were the target of subjugation in any kingdom or church.

So, a Dark Magic Tower built on this scale would have been impossible without the kingdom’s tolerance.

How many food resources do these countless warlocks need to feed themselves?

At least the top-level trades had to come and go, but in the process, the Kingdom couldn’t help but notice them.

Even though the church is absolutely non-negotiable, the kingdom can negotiate with the warlock politically.

Under the kingdom’s permission, this Dark Magic Tower exists.

Bescia follows Gaudium, fearing how big a conspiracy might be lurking here.

Gaudium happily contemplated how to subdue Argal for a while, but as the direction headed for the deepest place, his face hardened.

The final destination is the warehouse where the treasures of the Mage Tower are stored.

It is absolutely safe, and since it is kept with a password unique to the black magician, it is absolutely impossible to enter unless you know the password.

Gaudium used black magic to strangle the administrator who was standing in front of him.

“Hee, hee Gaudium!”

“Hey, did you get in here?”

“You mean a slave? Bar, just got in!”

“How did you get in?”

“Yes?”

The manager answered the obvious fact.

“I wrote the password and gave it, so I passed it. Isn’t that what Gaudium sent you?”

“What bullshit, I never sent him. Besides, it’s a yard locked in a room… .”

He thought realistically.

It is only natural that the slave who came in yesterday would not know the password to his treasure chest.

Clearly the manager made a mistake.

Otherwise, how could Argal know a code that could not exist outside of his head?

“Later, bosses or managers, depending on the severity of your sins, you will die.”

“I feel bad!”

“That’s later, let’s go inside the warehouse first.”

He roughly scribbled the password on a piece of paper and threw it to the manager, who mumbled with tears of resentment.

“No, that’s definitely true… .”

Gaudium wanted to kill the manager right away, but he went into the treasure house because he had more urgent matters.

And indeed Argal was there.

Dark hair, shabby lab coat.

The boy standing still in front of the mountain of treasures related to black magic did not respond even when Gaudium came in.

Fortunately, Gaudium was relieved that the slave hadn’t done anything to the treasure, and at the same time, feeling his wrath, prepared the worst torture magic.

“Are you ready to pay for what you did?”

“It was useless.”

“What?”

“Even though time has passed, the connection between souls is maintained.”

Argal held out a hand.

“But you learned one thing, didn’t it mean nothing at all?”

At the will of its owner, a treasure buried at the very bottom rose up.

It was a very shabby dagger.

Rusty stains were all over, and even the design was clunky.

Rather than a treasure, there is nothing strange in calling it an antique.

Gaudium, who saw that, laughed and mocked Argal.

“I don’t know how you got here and how you got the artifact that fits the situation perfectly, but did you intend to escape this place by sacrificing your lifespan?”

“…”

“Cersia’s altar sword, a sword that gnaws away my life span every time I stab my hand, and can use powerful black magic. Wouldn’t it be better to live eternal life according to My will? If the immortality experiment succeeds, I will give you the dagger as a gift.”

Bessia was frightened by this.

Was that the way it was?

A dagger that costs my life?

“Besides, can Ahae, who has never used black magic in her life, handle great power properly? In the end, you will be stopped by me and you will die. I promise if you put it down now, it won’t hurt you… .”

“Are you afraid?”

recited briefly

A word that touches Gaudium’s pride.

“…What did you say?”

“Are you, the elder of the Dark Magic Tower, afraid of just this one? It certainly is, because even if I have the confidence not to lose, I don’t have the confidence to win without damage.”

“You talk recklessly about having a pierced mouth.”

“But there is one thing you misunderstand.”

Pook-

“You can’t beat me.”

Argal stabbed the dagger in his hand.

Bessia couldn’t help but open her eyes wide.

As Gaudium said, an enormous lifespan was required at the cost.

She couldn’t help but be embarrassed by Argal’s willingness to make such a sacrifice.

‘Or maybe this is better?’

Because a free human life, even if it is short, is better than being enslaved by a warlock?

A huge demonic storm covered the surroundings.

Bessia was still weak, but she was on the verge of fainting as Magi, who were vulnerable to priests, covered her surroundings.

“Kyaaa, crazy!”

Bessia, swept away in a daze, instinctively spat out curses.

Perhaps she would really die at this rate, and her hand went up on top of her head as her eyes were tightly closed.

That hand was warmer than expected.

“Be still, I will kill the warlock and come.”

“….you.”

Bessia looked at Argal’s pale face.

One hand was pierced by a dagger, and blood was pouring, and the body eroded by demonic energy looked painful to look at.

Only then did Bessia realize.

Seriously, he’s trying to save me.

Even if it means sacrificing everything, you want to go out here.

“If you die… . Leave it, don’t let it go… .”

At the end of it she passed out.

**

Leaving behind Bessia, who had made a strange noise that she wouldn’t let her go if she was killed by the Undead, she faced Gaudium.

It’s a feeling of omnipotence that I haven’t felt in a long time.

After gaining immortality, Magi was close to him for the rest of his life.

I focused on dealing with the Magi’s power that I had now recovered.

Bondi black magicians do not purely possess demonic energy.

Because the unrefined Magi was a heinous poison to the human body.

Either well packaged and stored in one place, or placed outside the body.

I tend to use two methods.

I’m an immortal, so it wouldn’t be a problem if I put Magi roughly in my body, but if there’s a problem, it’s that a person’s body becomes almost like a corpse.

To become a non-living being, even if alive, would go to the academy and help the hero, so it was not something to do.

So, Maggie decided to put it somewhere else.

Because I had the best magic tools.

– Woo woo woo woo

Concentrate Magi on the dagger.

If this is the case, there is a high chance that the dagger will be incapacitated when one is missing, but it didn’t matter much since it was a dagger that was always carried with one’s body anyway.

As the black cloud was absorbed into the dagger, the chaotic surroundings were somewhat tidied up.

Then, Gaudium, who had gathered his body, appeared in front of him.

“…I didn’t know because I’d never used it, but it kind of had the effect of collecting demons. It’s perfect for beginners.”

“There are definitely a lot of misunderstandings.”

I spun the dagger around.

Magi flowing out like smoke drew round circles.

After drawing the dagger several times, a high-level magic circle was drawn in an instant.

Gaudium’s eyes were filled with bewilderment.

“He even assists me in using black magic? You have a battery close to that of a demonic sword. It was a bigger treasure than expected, definitely unexpected.”

It’s like I never thought I would.

It deserves it.

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Just a moment ago, did you think that the aristocrat Confucius, who was close to an incompetent man with no mana, let alone magic, would suddenly be able to use high-level black magic?

“Can you rely on your props to defeat me?”

As befits a black magician whose skills alone can be counted on my fingers within Ambrosia, I began to fire a counterattack against the black magic I used.

As he continued to be destroyed, his expression gradually began to overflow with confidence.

But it didn’t take long for that expression to wrinkle.

“why… .”

If it was an Ego Sword that was nothing more than a true holy sword and not a magic sword, it eventually had its limits.

Even Gaudium would know that the dagger I was holding was not a demonic sword.

Although it was given strong power from the beginning, it became weaker when it became weaker at the peak, there was no way to become stronger.

However, as my attacks gradually become stronger and more sophisticated, the high-level black magic begins to be cast.

Even Gaudium in the world had no choice but to notice the strangeness.

The dagger moves recklessly.

The higher the level of black magic, the more the magic circle needs to be implemented.

It takes a long time, but the effect is sure.

A black magic is formed that Gaudium cannot overcome, no, even Ambrosia’s tower master can surpass.

“I told you.”

this is the last one Gaudium.

After this, there is only hell left for you to go through.

“You can’t beat me.”