I Became God of War’s Youngest Disciple - Chapter 366



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Episode 366

Even Dorothy didn’t notice my stomach.

But what trick did that woman use to make it possible for people to know that she was wearing a Linchal mask at first sight?

“You were hiding your identity? Hahaha! This is so hilarious!”

The man who met her at the entrance and came here with her burst into hearty laughter, then started scratching Dorothy while making noise.

“Hey, Dorothy. How do you feel when you always show off your different looks and then get hit in return? Huh? What happened to your good aesthetic sense?”

“Shut your mouth, Ryan. Before I rip it apart.”

“Ooh.”

The man named Ryan raised his arms exaggeratedly and giggled.

Meanwhile, Dorothy came towards me with a frighteningly hard expression. Her eyes were rolling back, so I thought she was out of her mind.

A situation where something similar to life is blooming all over the body… … .

For a moment I looked beyond Dorothy’s back at the entrance I had come through.

There was still a shabby door there… but it is questionable whether it still functions as an exit.

There are conditions to moving through space.

There’s no guarantee that opening that door will lead me back to where I came from.

Besides, it’s not easy to get through Dorothy and her two companions to get to that door.

Meanwhile, Dorothy reached me and whispered.

“Hey kid.”

“… … .”

“Take off your mask.”

It seemed as if I could faintly hear the words, “If you don’t want to die…”

But I feel like taking off my mask right now would be the best course of action.

I must not let this extraordinary group discover my identity.

Then how should we respond?

‘… … .’

I’m in a position where I shouldn’t provoke the other person… but in a situation like this, there’s nothing I can do.

I considered several possibilities in my head and took the riskiest gamble.

“Can you handle it if you kill me here?”

Ryan chuckled at the provocative remark.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“… … .”

I don’t know these people.

Whether it’s the Dark Church, the Abnaham Witch’s Association, or some other mysterious group I don’t know about… I don’t know yet.

But I noticed one thing these five had in common.

‘There’s no one there.’

None of the five are trained professionally in martial arts, and they all have a similar vibe to Dorothy.

therefore…….

“I am a descendant of the Iron Blood clan.”

“… … .”

The moment I revealed my identity, the surroundings fell into silence once again.

The smile disappeared from Ryan’s face, which had been laughing heartily, and Ozma, who had been staring into space since his first statement, looked at me again.

The same goes for the rest of the characters.

If their true identity is the Dark Cult, then I am acting crazy right now.

This is because the greatest enemy of the religious order is the Iron Blood Clan.

Telling them that you are part of the Iron Blood Corps is no different than saying, “Take everything you can from me, torture me until I die, and then kill me.”

‘Then it’s just going to regress.’

But I bet on another possibility.

That the guys here aren’t part of the Dark Cult.

“…Dorothy, is that true?”

One of the women who appeared with me asked in a somewhat subdued voice.

Then Dorothy clicked her tongue.

“What if it’s true? What’s the problem?”

“Are you out of your mind?”

The moment I heard the voice of reproach, I clenched my fists inwardly.

Of course, these were not a dark cult, but the [Abnaham Witch Cult].

It’s a bit strange that there are men among the witches… … But just because the name of the group is the Witch’s Association doesn’t mean there will only be witches.

Ryan clicked his tongue.

“I knew you’d do something right once. You kidnapped the Iron Blood Lord’s seed, and now you’re trying to kill him? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

“I know better than you, so shut up. And even if he’s Delak, there’s no way he could come all the way to [Emerald Tower]. He’s a great hunter and tracker, but he’s not a wizard.”

“Even if I can’t come, I’ll know who did it.”

At this, Dorothy frowned.

“Ah- I don’t know. There must be at least hundreds of Iron Blood’s subordinates, so what’s the big deal about killing one of them? Let’s just kill them first and think about it. I’ll take responsibility for the rest.”

“Crazy bitch.”

Ryan said with a low chuckle.

“I disagree. This little shit should just be sent back where he came from.”

“I agree with Ryan’s opinion.”

The two people who met at the door said so. Although their speech was rough, they were surprisingly sane.

That’s the moment.

“If you kill that man.”

A sinister, cut-off voice was heard.

The first person to sit at the round table with Ozma. A man who has never said a word until now.

The voice, whose gender was hard to guess, had a lot of grating sounds, and the eyes under the hood were as sinister as empty cavities.

“Can you give me your brain?”

“… … .”

What kind of crazy person is that?

Dorothy smiled.

“Of course. So you agree?”

“If you just give me your brain.”

“Okay. Then if we include Crow, this is it?”

Then, naturally, everyone’s attention turned to the only person left, Ozma.

I think they basically just use plain language to each other… … .

If I had to pick a leader, I think it would be that woman named Ozma.

Of course, there is no clear evidence, it’s just a feeling.

Dorothy spoke first.

“Ozma, with your magic, you can erase every trace I left behind.”

“okay.”

“So what if you help me and even Delak doesn’t notice that it’s our doing? What do you think?”

Even though I asked in a subtle tone, Ozma didn’t respond. He still stared blankly into space.

Dorothy, looking frustrated, spoke urgingly.

“I’ll admit I was rash. But do you know what he’ll say if I send him back like this?”

“Hmm.”

“…Okay. If you help me this time, I’ll give you the [Golden Skull] you were so greedy for last time. What do you think?”

“you.”

Ozma looked at me, ignoring Dorothy’s words.

“Where did you get that mask?”

“… … .”

It’s not that hard to get rid of it though.

Somehow I had a feeling that lying now would be counterproductive.

“I got it from Dean Alderson.”

If I respond like this, I’m worried that Luan Badnicker’s whereabouts will be revealed when she stopped by the Dean’s warehouse… … .

Basically, the relationship between wizards and witches is close to the worst.

This would be even more so if they were members of the Seven-Colored Archmage and the Witch’s Coven at the top.

It’s rare for us to come into contact with each other, and even if we do meet, we probably won’t be able to talk peacefully, so I think it’s okay.

A look of doubt crossed Ozma’s face.

“The Purple Wizard, Alderson Marvre… … Strange. That old man has no knowledge of the dark arts.”

“… … .”

“You’re lying. Or you’re hiding something.”

Are witches all naturally quick-witted?

Perhaps the sense of discomfort that Ozma is feeling now is the magic once again engraved on the Rinchal tribe’s mask.

That is, I think it is because they have recognized the skills of Lissera Digos… … .

“Can you show me that mask for a moment?”

In the end, Ozma’s demands were the same as Dorothy’s, but somehow her purpose seemed different.

It’s almost as if they’re more interested in the mask itself than my bare face.

Of course, it is difficult to accept.

Because asking me to take off my mask here means revealing that I am Luan Badniker.

“…If I refuse, will you kill me?”

“Hmm. That feels a bit awkward, so I’ll just sleep on my brain for a bit.”

“You want me to give it to you?”

Ozma shook his head at the words of the lunatic called Crow.

“No. We’ll just erase the fact that we met and drop a few hints. Then, we won’t have any hostilities with you in the future, and we might be able to use you later.”

“… … .”

Are you crazy?

So, you’re saying that you’re manipulating my memories right now?

“That’s a bit.”

As I expressed my embarrassment and distanced myself, Ozma also seemed embarrassed and spoke.

“I tried my best to be considerate of you. If you said you didn’t like this or that, I would be in trouble too.”

“I’m tight-lipped. I won’t tell anyone what happened here.”

Dorothy sneered at my words.

“That’s how a guy who hides his identity would act. I’m an expert in this field, so I know that a guy who hides his face has an ulterior motive. You, have you been following us?”

I burst out laughing at the absurdity.

The person who brought a person who was just trying to buy cookies here is the one who is talking like that.

“Not at all.”

“Then what were you doing in the South?”

“I was on a mission.”

“duty?”

“It’s something related to the church.”

I looked around and said.

“The people here… I guess they are members of the [Abnaham Witch Coven], but you are not our target.”

So please, let’s not get involved with each other and just go our separate ways.

Although I spoke with a wish in mind, Ozma turned a deaf ear and said shocking words.

“Really? Then what if we cooperate with the sect?”

“Ozma!”

The moment Ryan shouted loudly, the hood fell off and his face was revealed.

I was blatantly surprised.

Because the revealed face really looked like a lion.

The hair that stood out like a lion’s mane, the bright yellow eyes that reminded one of a wild beast, and the incredibly thick eyebrows…

Ryan said with a growl.

“Watch your mouth. It’s not something you can lightly reveal to a guy like this. And you. If you want to crawl out of here with your limbs intact, you’d better start guarding your mouth.”

“What does it matter? I’m going to erase your memories anyway. Memory manipulation is a difficult magic and has a low success rate. Some people could even become completely idiots, so we need to exchange thoughts before we get ruined.”

Listening to Ozma, it seems like my decision has been made to ‘remove memory’…

Hearing the aftermath, from my perspective, it could have been a worse ending than death.

What happens to me if my mind gets destroyed during the memory erasure process?

If you return, all your physical injuries will be completely healed, but there’s no telling what will happen to your mental health.

In the worst case scenario, you could end up reverting to being completely stupid.

[The Guardian of Yeongsan] would never sit by and watch something like that.

In some worlds, there may be one-armed people, one-legged people, or one-eyed people… … .

It would be impossible for an idiot to exist as the best in the world.

‘Wow.’

This is no joke anymore.

I’m really ready to return to this place.

If so, we need to dig up as much information as possible about these guys.

“Why is the Witch’s Covenant cooperating with the Order? Are they turning their backs on the Empire and joining them?”

“Hmm. That’s just the result. What we always value is the process.”

What the hell are you talking about?

“The purpose of our witches’ coven is to find inspiration.”

“inspiration?”

“Black magic is greatly influenced by emotions. It’s a very instinctive magic, you know? Research is necessary, but stimulation is much more important. And the way to obtain stimulation is different for each person. It could be love, obsession, desire, creation, or appreciation of art… It wouldn’t be strange if it was murder.”

“… … .”

“But people inevitably become accustomed to such stimuli as they live their lives. You could call it mental aging… … . Witches like us are even more so. We live longer than ordinary people, and have had various experiences since we were young.”

I still had no idea what this crazy woman was trying to say.

As I remained silent because I had nothing to say in response, Ozma spoke again, concluding.

“That’s why we cooperate with the church.”

“Why is it suddenly like that?”

“It’s not like it happened all of a sudden. What is the freshest stimulus for a person? Experiencing something they have never experienced before. And the sect is the only one on this continent that can summon beings from other worlds. We can come into contact with higher beings with completely different appearances, characteristics, and ways of thinking, in an ecosystem we can’t even imagine.”

Those words suddenly brought me to my senses.

I think I know what Ozma is talking about.

“Are you the Demon King?”

“huh.”

Ozma suddenly let out a sigh of relief and spoke in a heated voice.

“Ansin… is truly a source of inspiration. Every time we see his presence, our black magic also makes great progress.”

“… … .”

“Okay. That’s the end of the story. Judging from your expression, it seems like this is the first time you’ve heard of this. So you’re saying that Badnikker didn’t notice our plan?”

… You were deliberately talking about it so that I could find out.

I sighed.

Now that things have come to this, I have only one way to respond.

Here, we have no choice but to make a fuss and cause trouble.

If things go wrong, I have no choice but to return, but no matter how much I think about it, I feel like it would be a waste to waste this opportunity now.

Of course, the situation is worst.

There are five opponents, and except for Dorothy, they don’t even know how to fight.

Would the odds of winning be around 10%?

There was a moment when I felt like I should launch a surprise attack to increase my slim chance of winning… … .

Ozma made a sad expression.

“I know what you’re trying to do, but it’s too late.”

“… … !”

At that moment, I felt dizzy without any warning. My vision was blurry and I felt something like tinnitus in my ears.

I felt like my weight was being pushed forward, but then suddenly I felt as if I was being pinned down by a nail.

Once, twice, three times… … .

I blinked and looked ahead.

The surrounding circumstances were the same, but my condition had changed.

Before I knew it, I had become a scorpion hanging on a strange cross.

‘What is this… … ?’

Is this a hallucination?

So when on earth did it happen?

The situation was so absurd that I couldn’t help but laugh.

Of course, I’m not very immune to these types of attacks, but this time I didn’t even feel a hint of it.

“A word of advice. Never, under any circumstances, answer the witch’s questions obediently. That can trigger a situation.”

“… … .”

“Well, I guess I’ll forget all this advice.”

Ozma reached out to me with a blank expression.

‘Wow.’

Okay, this is it

Now that it has come to this, there is no time to be concerned about Narugo, Luzadgo, or anything else. The moment I immediately start operating the Salt First Air Force… … .

Krrrr… … !

Suddenly, a loud vibration sound rang out, and the room shook violently.

It was so loud that I thought there was an earthquake. My body on the cross shook like a scarecrow in a strong wind.

Anyway, the vibration stopped quickly.

“…What just happened?”

“Of course it won’t be an earthquake… … .”

“Ozma, what’s going on?”

However, as if this was the first time something like this had happened, the witches couldn’t hide their bewilderment.

The same goes for Ozma, who just reached out to me.

The woman frowned for the first time, then spoke slowly.

“Intruder.”

“Haha. That’s some fresh nonsense. An intruder in this [Emerald Tower]?”

“… … .”

As Ozma remained expressionless and silent, Ryan, who had been snickering, also smiled.

“Are you kidding? There’s no way there’s a warlock left in this era who could break through the barrier carved into this tower.”

While the witches were confused, I smiled alone, concentrating on the part that said, ‘nowadays.’

‘ah…….’

You’re here.