The Cute Master Was Actually the Black Demon King

95 – Kingdom of Sorcery

[Magic Battle, the first match of the quarterfinals! Start now!]

Beep!

As soon as the host’s whistle blew, White calmly raised mana.

And the same goes for opponents.

Looking at the middle-aged man who was quickly crafting a sword made of mana, White narrowed her eyes.

‘…… Did I mention it’s a battle mage of the 6th circle?’

Obviously that’s how I heard the explanation.

Around the quarterfinals, most of the entrants were wearing 6 circles.

It was different from the preliminaries, where any wizard could easily participate.

At least mage level.

Magicians to the extent that each one is treated as the nation’s power are colliding with each other.

As much as that, a lot of attention was also drawn to it.

White’s gaze swept all over the place once.

There were no gaps in the audience seats.

In a state of fullness, the audience had their eyes fixed on White and the man he was dealing with.

White frowned slightly.

‘I don’t like too much attention, but… ….’

So she had no intention of participating.

If the conditions involved are different, the story will also be different.

I wasn’t interested in winning prizes.

The same goes for blessings given directly by the emperor.

In the first place, as the heir of the Clifford family, he even faced the emperor himself, what use would such things be?

So, there was only one thing White was expecting.

-I’ll grant you one wish.

“… ….”

That was the promise that Ashera, for some reason, made on the condition that he win the Magic Battle.

She didn’t know why she bothered to make that promise, but it didn’t matter.

The important thing was the promise itself.

The corners of White’s mouth began to rise endlessly.

And at that point, her opponent, a middle-aged man, moved quickly with a sword.

Pain!

Breaking off the ground, her man approached White in an instant.

With thick mana in his hands and weapon, he lowered his sword straight down.

And that sword seemed like it would trample White’s delicate body any moment.

Wow!

“…… !”

…… However, what I heard was not the sound of cutting flesh, but a roaring sound that pierced my eardrums.

Quaaa!

The two pupils of the man who wielded the sword dilated noticeably.

His eyes begin to glow with a brilliant blue light.

A man staring at the dark blue mana that he captured and the brilliant blue light reminiscent of the clear sea, one at a time.

Instantly, his expression was stained with passion.

Embarrassment, confusion, fear, jealousy.

Or, awe.

Such emotions, emotions that are so complex and subtle, are floating on the face.

“…… Kut!”

The man swung his sword again with a distorted expression.

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This time horizontally, with the momentum to split White’s body in half.

But he knew too.

That his own sword would not cut the boy in front of him.

He felt a near-certain intuition that he would be blocked or drained in some form.

Even so, the movement of mana flowing into the sword did not stop.

Doing his best until the end, he put his strength into the sword.

And.

Kaang!

“…… Kuck.”

With the brief sound of metal clashing, the man fell backwards in an instant.

“… ….”

Ugh-

With both hands filled with blue mana, White stared down at the man.

It was the eyes of a ‘ruler’.

In a way, as the next head of the Clifford family, it was a look that would suit him if it suited him.

At least it wasn’t the look a boy of that age would have.

“…… Her.”

The middle-aged man couldn’t help but laugh.

The man looked down at his mana blade, which had been horribly cut in half, and shook her head.

It was a sign of complete resignation.

“…… I lost, boy.”

Beep!

At the same time as the man muttered, the whistle blew again.

[Winner, white!]

Wow!

With the emcee’s declaration of victory, cheers that shook the stadium erupted from the audience.

A truly overwhelming victory.

To the boy who overpowered the battle mage of the 6th circle without even a single wound, the audience cheered without hesitation.

There was a chance that his emotions would fluctuate a bit, but White remained calm.

“… ….”

The expression was still inorganic, and the attitude was the same.

After bowing his head at the middle-aged man, the magician of the 6th circle, with minimal courtesy, White moved to the waiting room at the back of the arena.

…… And.

“Whoa… ….”

There was a young man who was looking straight at White from the beginning to the end of the game.

With his unusually shiny blonde hair fluttering once, the young man’s eyes glowed with interest.

A young man walking to the waiting room and moving his eyes toward White, who finally disappears.

f*ck!

Soon he raised the corners of his mouth in a very happy expression.

Not only in the pupils, but also in the facial expression, there was an interest that could not be hidden.

“What is that boy doing?”

Muttering softly, the young man tapped his wrist.

“It’s not easy to get me interested in this much.”

The young man let out a chuckle once.

Actually, the subjects he was interested in were very limited.

If you’re interested in a boy who doesn’t look like he’s only twenty years old, that means there’s something special about him.

It was a game that was actually worth it.

“…… Hmm.”

The young man’s eyebrows curled up.

“Could it be the 7th circle, or did he see the extreme of the 6th circle?”

Muttering to himself for a long time, the young man shrugged once.

“…… Either way it’s very interesting. I hope to see you in the finals.”

Soon after, the young man turns around and leaves the audience.

Right now, his own match was scheduled for the next turn.

“Ha ha ha… ….”

A young man with a gentle laugh.

A pattern was engraved on his chest.

A long staff that seemed to be made of old wood, and a blue aura that wrapped around the staff’s body.

…… What that pattern meant was none other than the royal family of the Kingdom of Darkness.

Pajik-

One turn, scattering golden mana.

The young man stepped onto the field.

*****

“… ….”

After the game, White was looking down at the stadium from a corner of the audience, avoiding people’s eyes.

With his own teacher Ashera.

For some reason, the expressions of both the teacher and the pupil were very unusual.

“…… Disciple.”

“Yes.”

Answering Ashera’s question, White looked intently at a young man who entered the arena.

And the same goes for Ashera.

I don’t care about the wizard dealing with the young man.

Keeping her eyes only on the blond young man, Ashera opened her mouth again.

“It won’t be easy, the finals.”

“…… Is that so?”

White replies in a slightly questionable tone.

But he knew too.

There is nothing wrong with what she, Ashera, said.

‘It’s embarrassing… ….’

Muttering quietly to herself, White frowned at her.

The game had just begun.

Beep!

With the now familiar whistle sound, the two wizards in the arena raised their mana.

“…… Raging storm, answer my call.”

It wasn’t the young man who started the chanting in the first place, it was the other party.

Whee Oh Oh!

An unnatural wind began to permeate the man’s body.

The wind that swept through the man’s body soon lingered on the tip of his staff.

The energy of the wind that is condensed into one point and slowly begins to exude strong momentum.

It was a powerful 6th circle magic that could not be easily ignored and contained a considerable amount of mana.

“… ….”

The blonde young man was just calm.

With an attitude that seemed weak, the young man gently raised the corner of his mouth.

An attitude that might have seemed like ignoring the other person, the man who had brought out the wind with all his might, frowned.

If it’s natural, it’s natural.

When it comes to an opponent who ignores oneself, especially when it comes to magic, no magician will be able to suppress the emotions that come up violently.

Damn it!

The man sharpened his teeth.

At the sight of a young man who openly belittles himself, he refuses to hold back the shame and anger that are about to soar.

The man finished the chanting, leaving even those emotions on the staff.

“…… Slash my enemy wildly, blade of the wind.”

Hook!

Shortly after that, the wind that dwelled in the man’s staff immediately began to blow towards the young man.

It took only a few seconds for the wind to reach the young man right in front of him.

‘…… I won.’

When the man was sure of victory.

“──.”

Now that the young man has finally made a move.

Once upon a time, a young man licks his lips.

And then he spits out a short word.

“—Put it down.”

That short, short word was the end.

The front of the young man, the space is finely distorted.

…… Yet.

Quarrr!

“…… !”

In the clear, cloudless sky, lightning flashed a deep golden light.

I couldn’t even let out a single scream.

Just as if the whole body was paralyzed, her man destroyed the body in vain.

[…] ….]

“… ….”

A silence fell over the stadium.

[…] … Uh, uh.]

The moderator, too, seemed to be embarrassed, and uttered a trembling voice.

However, could he be aware of his role?

[…] … Victor!]

The presenter screamed, struggling to suppress his fluctuating voice.

[Belonging to the royal family of the Kingdom of Darkness, Carl Von Ajidahaka!]

After the victory was confirmed, the young man, Carl, turned around without hesitation.

…… As you turn, direct your gaze to one side of the audience.

“… ….”

White’s eyes sank deeply.

Maybe he didn’t like the look in Carl’s eyes as he looked straight at himself and smiled deeply.

“…… Tsk.”

With one click on her tongue, White floated her cold expression over her face.

And at that point, Ashera, who was seated next to White, opened her mouth.

“…… Circle 7, is it?”

“… ….”

“He looks like he’s only in his early to mid-twenties at best, but it’s quite… ….”

It’s interesting, and I’m quite surprised, he adds.

Ashera glanced at White with her mischievous smile.

“How about it, can you win? Disciple.”

“… ….”

White’s expression softened at Ashera’s words.

His eyes flashed with a cool expression reminiscent of the northern wind and cold snow, and he gritted his teeth.

‘Okay, let’s kill it.’

Inwardly, while harboring those bloody thoughts.