The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 40



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The soldier shouted save (40)

When I asked her to teach me black magic, Hye-rin, who was concentrating on her book, looked up at me with a puzzled expression.

“But you don’t need to know the order, right?”

“I need to know so I can use it.”

“… … What kind of warlock are you?”

“that’s right.”

“… … Are you kidding? No, sir, your younger sister is a saint, how can you… .”

A look of confusion and pity for my situation.

“Memorize the order from here to here, and then leave the inspection to me…”

I interrupted Hye-rin and picked up the quill.

“Rather than that, look at what this character means.”

I write down the letters I remembered on a bookshelf full of doodles.

A meaningless text that the finger spirit gave me.

Hye-rin carefully examined the shape of the letters, then quickly turned the pages after looking at the table of contents.

“This is it. Animus. It’s black magic that infuses the mind or heart with magical power.”

“…Animus? When do you usually use it?”

“Hmm, it says in this book that you can give black magic to dead souls and turn them into banshees.”

The magic that the finger spirit taught me was somewhat strange.

A magic that transforms the soul into a monster.

‘… Did you mean to make me a banshee?’

What on earth did you want from me?

As I recalled the situation at that time and what the spirit was trying to say, Hye-rin narrowed her eyes and looked at me.

“What other information have you received?”

“information?”

“It’s because he accepted the offer as soon as the second daughter suggested it, and because he immediately took out the book I needed as soon as I got here. It seems like he didn’t think too hard about it.”

At Hye-rin’s words, he quietly folds his arms.

‘This isn’t a problem that can be solved by thinking about it alone.’

As time passed by, I became quite perceptive.

An opponent who cannot be defeated without Hye-rin’s help.

I shared the information calmly, recalling my past life.

“I think there’s a warlock from the same hometown as you in Walker.”

“… … Wow, a Korean warlock? If that’s true, then we’re in real trouble… … .”

We share more details with Hye-rin, who has a rare serious expression on her face.

Blue skinned people.

The ability of a man who was resurrected with a new body despite having his body burned.

From black rays of light that resembled arrows to black rays that could melt walls in an instant.

“You even used a mutation magic that turned your arm into a tree trunk?”

Hyelin, who was surprised by my words, frowned and fell into thought, then answered my questions one by one.

“First of all, there is no magic in this world that allows you to be resurrected with a new body.”

“… … None?”

“If something like that had happened, the first person to kill him would have been Tin Can. High-ranking warlocks can control dolls and corpses as if they were their own bodies.”

“Can dolls use magic?”

“No? … … It wouldn’t work if it wasn’t made with Richie.”

The bastard used magic on me one after another.

Since it wasn’t Richie, that means it was a real body and not a doll.

But contrary to Hye-rin’s words that it was impossible, the image of the resurrected guy comes to mind vividly.

“There is a skill to transfer souls, but even if you transfer your soul immediately after death, it will take time for it to settle into a new body.”

A difficult problem that cannot be solved even if you ask Hye-rin.

I put off the solution and listened to the answer to the next question.

“The fact that people’s skin turned blue must have been a sacrificial ritual.”

“Sacrifice?”

“To be exact, it’s a spell where you inject the magical power in the air into a person, use it as a mana storage until their skin turns blue, and then recover it all at once. … … The old man in the magic tower said that it was a spell that was often used for intimidation.”

Hye-rin’s words bring to mind the image of Kyle Walker, who died with blue skin.

‘I was working as a henchman for the black magician.’

Whether it was a deal or a threat, Kyle Walker, who had turned blue and died, seemed useless and abandoned.

“Can you use that against the entire Yeongjimin?”

“… Yes? If that were the case, I would have become a dog or a cow or a warlock. … … Well, if the preparation period is more than 10 years, then it’s not theoretically impossible… … .”

Hye-rin’s words show what needs to be done.

The point is that he needed a long preparation period.

Hye-rin scratches her head and says as she sees me jumping up and gathering books related to ‘consciousness’.

“But, I don’t think anyone would do something on that scale. It would be incredibly complicated, unlike a game.”

Asking questions about unfamiliar words.

“game?”

“… … Ah, that, in our world, we call the Gerard Continent a game.”

The warriors’ slang that can never be memorized no matter how many times you memorize it.

Remember the word game and stack books related to consciousness next to Hye-rin.

“Wow, you’re telling me to look through this book?”

“Even if it’s hard, try it. It seems like there’s a crazy guy in Walker who’s preparing a ritual on a spiritual scale.”

“… That level of black magician is too dangerous. I feel sorry for the second daughter, but can’t you just run away?”

Hye-rin was right.

It would be the right decision to warn the second daughter of the coming disaster and leave the estate to avoid the warlock.

If there was no save.

“Don’t worry. I’ll prepare a suitable reward for the second daughter.”

“And then what if I die?”

He answers that in a serious voice.

“Don’t die in a place I don’t know about. I’ll save you somehow.”

“… What are you talking about? So you’re saying that if I die in front of you, you’ll save me? Surely you’re not saying that you’ll save me as a skeleton?”

When I smiled at those words, Hye-rin grabbed my arm with a surprised look on her face.

“I’m telling you this clearly, I’d rather live as a skeleton… … .”

“If you feel like you can’t survive, just give up.”

He winks at the pile of books next to Hye-rin and smiles.

“Just sell the information you get here.”

Only then does Hye-rin let go of his arm with a blank expression.

“Well, if that’s the case, I’ll do what I can. Please also bring out the book related to the symbol.”

Hye-rin stretches and looks through the book as if she is ready to get started.

I opened up my black magic basics book at that sight.

‘Starting with gathering magical power.’

In my last life, it was five days before I revealed to Hye-rin that I was a black magician, but I had been practicing black magic since the first day I accepted the second daughter’s request.

‘Cover the magic energy with negative energy again and put it inside the body.’

The most basic of the basics that determines whether or not one has the aptitude to become a wizard.

When you have successfully controlled your magical powers by repeating the basic process, you will hear a familiar voice.

-This way.

A voice that sounds clearer than before.

[Activates the Command World.]

He leaves the secret study, leaving Hye-rin behind, focused on the appearance of the finger soul that he encountered five days earlier than his last life.

-This way. Quickly.

As you walk in the direction you were guided, think about the soul of your fingers.

‘Was your name Noel?’

In this life, the first thing that appeared was the words ‘Dead from Noel’.

‘It’s not a name from another world similar to Hye-rin, so the black magician can’t be Noel.’

So, what took my last breath was the finger soul that stabbed my head with the word ‘again’.

As I was making that decision, a strange sound was heard.

“Ugh, ugh.”

A man’s voice that sounds like he’s in pain.

‘Why aren’t there any servants here?’

When you start to wonder why most of the servants are not visible, not only near the secret study, but also in most of the mansion.

The finger soul that had been maintaining a constant speed pointed somewhere at a fast speed.

-Here. Quickly.

The place the soul was pointing to was used as a guest room.

I reached for the doorknob there and stopped.

“Ugh, ugh… P, please… .”

“Do you understand? Why we must not disobey our master…?”

Gale Odd, the lord of the Walker family, and a man with a strange, sobbing voice.

-Squeak.

As I hurriedly opened the creaking hinged door, I saw a bewildered Gale-Od and a monster half-covered in fur.

“… … Monster! Kill this monster!”

Gale Odd, who had been rolling his eyes left and right, moves his body towards me and points at an unidentified monster.

“Ugh, euaaaah!”

A monster that looks terrified at the sight of me.

I looked at the strange wolf head with its two-jawed jaw and raised my voice just in case.

“… Goyle Walker?”

At my words the monster begins to tremble.

“Ugh, ugh… … .”

Is there any other monster that looks so fragile?

A monster with a terrified face and tears in its eyes,

I turned my eyes away from him and looked at Galeord.

“You stupid knight! Didn’t you hear me telling you to defeat this monster right away?!”

It was ridiculous.

He told me to kill his own son in order to avoid the situation.

I kicked the rolling cup with my foot and warned Galeod.

“Shut up, please.”

“Ugh, ugh… … .”

Looking down at the bent-backed Gale Odd from above.

As Gale Odd, who had his upper body pulled back as if pressed against my face, shrugged his shoulders and swallowed, I heard footsteps.

“Wh, what’s going on?”

The servant came running as the noise spread through the open door.

Whether or not Gale Odd had ordered it, he was unable to approach and instead asked about the situation from afar.

“Call Marie Walker!”

When he shouted that, the servant turned around in a hurry and headed upstairs.

“You damn knight… You don’t know what you’ve done.”

Ignore Galeord’s words and look around the room.

Goyle Walker shivering and curled up on the floor, with scattered junk lying around.

Among them, I looked closely at the familiar animal models.

‘…crow?’

A crow model the size of a fist.

It was clearly a model of a crow that had been rolling around in the warlock’s den.

… … This exists.

“Huh, huh, huh… What is this?”

The second daughter appears to be in a dazed state, having come running in a hurry after hearing the maid’s words.

“What, what is this… … .”

The second daughter seems speechless after seeing Goyle Walker trying to turn into a monster with Gale Odd, so he calmly tells her what to do.

“We need to summon Hyelin and interrogate Galeod regarding his involvement with black magic.”

The second daughter fidgeted with her hands as if she was anxious about what I said.

She points at someone and raises her voice with difficulty.

“Allen, that monster… … .”

“This is Goyle Walker.”

The second daughter covered her mouth with round eyes at my words.

“If Hye-rin comes late, there may be no turning back.”

At those words, the second daughter’s eyes turned red and she staggered around.

“I, I… Hye, Hye-rin Kyung… … .”

“Ma, Marie?”

The second daughter climbs the stairs, passing the maid who was watching from afar.

I said, pressing Gale Odd’s shoulder as he rolled his eyes from side to side.

“Explain what your relationship is with the Warlock.”

“Gah, who dares to touch… … .”

A black magician whose very existence is a rebellion.

If Galeod is associated with a warlock, there is no need to treat him as a noble.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Gale Odd, whose eyes roll left and right under the oppressive force.

“Stop talking nonsense.”

As I tried to shake off my hand, I twisted Galeod’s arm back in reverse, and bubbles rose from Galeod’s skin.

“Oh, no! I didn’t say a word… … .”

Skin that turns blue in just a few seconds.

-Crack, crack.

As he lets go of his hand at the strange sound of his joints snapping, Gale-Od’s body disintegrates like sand.

‘Like Kyle Walker, Gale Odd was also abandoned.’

Keep your mouth shut and use all your senses.

If the warlock hadn’t been watching this place, Galeord’s body would not have collapsed at such an exquisite moment.

‘Where?’

My knowledge of black magic is not deep.

As a swordsman, what catches the eye is the window.

When I open the curtains and try to look outside, something blocks my sight.

-Ka. Le… … .

Gray letters appeared before my eyes.

I know what you want with just two syllables.

“Cargo Castigo.”

A magical starting word that controls dark attribute magic power.

Black smoke comes out of Gale-Od’s body and the crow model that has turned to dust and rests on my hand.

‘Was this the model?’

A crow model imbued with magical power.

It seems like something I’ve seen in a black magic book.

It is said that one can spread magical powers through a medium, or share sight or hearing.

-Ah. You. What… .

The spirit that had been hovering over Gale Ode for a long time said something again.

A spell I didn’t understand in my last life.

Just a moment ago, I shout out the magic words that Hye-rin had told me.

“animus.”

A black magic that turns the soul into a banshee.

As I shout ‘Animus’, black smoke is sucked towards the soul of my finger.

A soul that shapes not just the fingers, but the entire form.

A blurry female spirit with long hair points to a drawer with her hand.

“In here, open it.”

Is it because it has a shape?

The words and actions of the soul seem to have become more certain than before.

-Drunk.

As I opened the drawer, a soul reached out and touched something as if it had been waiting.

‘… It’s a picture that looks just like the real thing.’

It was a drawing so elaborate that it was indistinguishable from reality, as if space had been magically captured and placed on paper.

“This, me.”

What the soul was pointing to was a long-haired woman with a bright smile.

I confirm this by looking at the soul in the face that somehow resembles the second daughter.

“Are you Noelle, Marie Walker’s mother?”

A soul that smiles vaguely as if what I say is correct.

This time the spirit points to the man in the painting smiling next to him.

“Hey.”

The soul was pointing to a man with a familiar name.

“My disciple, Lee Hyeonseong.”

It was Lee Hyeon-seong, the traitor of the palace.