A Deal With The Frigid Wizard

Chapter 38

The one that came out of the cave was the Chinese Zombie he saw in Viscounty Koufen. However, unlike them, they looked like they had been improved a step further as they were moving even when the sun was up. In addition, the movement was much faster.

Hisran, who blocked the Chinese Zombies’ approach with a wall of fire, shouted.

“Go down, hurry!”

As the knights left the place reluctantly, the wall of fire was strengthened one step further and began to burn the terrible monsters. The intense heat caused great damage to nearby vegetation and land, though it was inevitable. It was a monster that would never die by burning it clumsily.

There were also many traps inside the cave. Curses, poisons, barriers, and beasts were controlled by black magic blocking him, but they all disappeared in front of the blazing fire.

Hisran, who entered the innermost cavity through various traps, found a statue that radiated eerie energy.

Jaeha was placed on the red altar that was eerie to look at. Even if he didn’t wear a monocle that could detect magic, as soon as he saw it, he intuited that it was a trap. Nonetheless, he had no choice but to run towards Jaeha.

“Jaeha!”

He didn’t care if it was a trap. The moment he realized her absence, the woman who drove him crazy was now right in front of him…

“Jaeha…”

He hastily checked her breathing and pulse. She was breathing properly and her pulse was normal.

Having confirmed that she was safe, he had to get her out of here quickly. The moment Hisran was about to hug her, she, who had been lying in her sleep, opened her eyes. The light in her dark brown eyes were fading.

While Hisran paused, she drew a dagger engraved with a strange pattern from her chest with a swift movement that was unlike her, and stabbed his heart.

“Kugh—!”

Even though he tried to avoid it, because the distance was so close, he couldn’t completely avoid it. It was a direct blow to his heart.

If he pulled out the deeply embedded dagger by hand, the bleeding would increase. Using the magic in his body, he carefully pushed the blade away and tried to spread healing magic, but the moment he moved his magic, he felt an extreme backlash.

It seemed that the dagger had the power to disrupt the flow of magic and make it difficult to use magic.

Following the blow, Hisran, who suffered internal injuries, dripped red blood from his mouth.

Jaeha, who stabbed him with a sullen expression, tried to run away as soon as she achieved her purpose. But, she couldn’t as Hisran held her wrist tightly.

“You can’t go back to them!”

Of course, he knew that nothing made any sense to someone who had been brainwashed. While he could not remove the dagger, the more he used his magic, the more severe the internal injuries would be.

Nevertheless, Hisran ignored it and decided to unleash his sleep magic. There was nothing he feared more than to lose Jaeha.

“I’m really sorry I’m late.”

“Let me go!”

“This is all a nightmare. Loretta will help you. You’ll be fine after you sleep.”

Pain as if the blood from his whole body were flowing back, still, he struggled to smile. Because maybe this moment was the last appearance he may show her.

He had asked Loretta, the master of spiritual magic, the black tower master, but a person’s memory and mind were delicate, so she might not be able to achieve the desired result. Just in case, Hisran tried to pretend as if nothing was wrong as much as possible.

Was her brainwashing about to be unleashed…? Jaeha’s eyes, who were staring at Hisran with swaying eyes, were softly closed.

Contrary to the usual, the sleep magic that drew in his magic, which had become difficult to control, succeeded, but in return, Hisran’s internal wounds were severe. A sensation came over him like someone was cutting his nerves one by one.

“It’s not a big deal to block out Hisran Ephesion’s magical powers, too.”

“If the Red Tower Master succumbs, the God Tumor will also be pleased.”

“Your body and soul will now belong to god Tumor. Consider it an honor.”

As if waiting for him to be stabbed by the dagger and receive internal wounds, the hidden warlocks appeared one after another.

Scorn and hostility surrounded Hisran.

Until a little while ago, most of them were trembling at the news that Hisran Ephesion would soon invade this place. His magical power was a little less than that of a dragon who stood shoulder to shoulder with the Gods, so even if they fought head-on, there would be little chance of victory. Debrandt gave them the answer this time as well.

The plan Debrant said was simple.

Hisran Epheshion must have come to find the vessel, so they would brainwash her in a long period of hard work to seal off his magic and hunted him down.

It was good to use the captured him as a shield to defend the holy land, and even if they gave up on this place, if they brainwashed him or crafted him into a strong Chinese Zombie, they would get a tremendous weapon.

If Hisran, who noticed her suspicious behavior, did not approach her, or changed his mind in the middle and tried to kill her, not only would their hunting fail, but also the precious vessel may be lost. It was a poor plan.

It felt even more so because the God Tumor could descend on Jaeha’s body, who had steadily received black magic in the next ten days. Some warlocks expressed concern, though Debrant pushed the plan. He placed her on a prominent altar and cast a spell to increase brainwashing by using the power of holy things.

Love, above all else, is an emotion that blurs human reason and weakens the heart.

Debrant’s plan, based on compassion, succeeded remarkably. Hisran, who could not freely use his magical powers, was no longer a feared object. Warlocks stood before him in hyena-like appearances.

“Hey, you bastards. Wizards that only know how to make fun of things they don’t even know about. How dare you make Jaeha do something like this?”

Even though he was surrounded by dozens of warlocks in a state where he could not properly use his magic, Hisran spoke in a ferocious voice rather than getting discouraged.

Judging from his strength, it was difficult to believe that he was seriously injured.

“I think you should be concerned about yourself rather than her? It’s hard even to stand up.”

The white-haired man responded with a soft voice.

Hisran instinctively recognized that he was the Head of the warlocks. What he said was true. The pain from the dagger and internal wounds was excruciatingly painful, and significant bleeding obscured his consciousness.

However, he had no intention of falling down like this. There was a woman here who took away all his senses and nerves and made his heartbeat. The only one… She was the most precious woman, and he wanted to protect her in any situation.

Before he jumped here alone, he had made up his mind.

“Do you know why there is a limit to the power you can exert while consuming precious things such as life, will, and soul?”

“Because life is worthless.”

“That’s the word for scum like you guys. The answer is because you guys are cowardly. Even if you surround the enemy in a triumphant way right now, if you get a little disadvantaged, you will try to run and save your life, right?”

“Then, do you want to say that it is wise to get along in a situation where there is no answer? That’s sophistry.”

“It just doesn’t make any sense as you’re going to hell, though I am Hisran Ephesion.”

“A wizard who can’t use magic is no different than being disposed of.”

“The wizards of the red tower, no, the magic tower, never back down from the fight to protect their precious things!”

As soon as Hisran’s words fell, a translucent shield wrapped around Jaeha. And as if protecting them, the blue flames that appeared like a fence spread out in all directions.

Everyone had a secret trick. Like the wizards who went to the battlefield with the beasts to protect the town and city in the same way as he descended from the red tower, Hisran used his life force to magically spread his magic.

Perhaps, the last magic in his life.

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