The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 41



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The soldier shouted save (41)

Disciple, Lee Hyeonseong.

After hearing those words, this hazy soul looked different.

Lee Hyeon-seong, who the palace could not catch no matter how hard it tried, is his disciple.

So, how strong is this spirit, his master?

-Find a medium. For more conversation.

The reason why the soul’s speech was strange was revealed.

Because every time the soul spoke, the shape of the woman that had taken shape gradually disappeared.

‘It’s a medium… .’

Once again, the soul is left with only fingers.

As I was looking at the crumbled grass at the crow model that had turned to dust, someone came running in a hurry.

“Ma, you said you’ve become a demon? Where are you?”

Hye-rin quickly runs over as she points to Goyle Walker, who is trembling and hiding under the table.

“Castigo.”

Hye-rin urgently drains the magic power from Goyle Walker’s body.

The second daughter, who had been watching the scene with concern, looked around and asked.

“…Where is your father?”

At the second daughter’s words, the body that was covering the floor moves aside.

“I turned into Kyle Walker.”

At my words, the second daughter looked around with wide eyes.

Goyle Walker, whose father died as blue dust and who is slowly regaining his human form.

The second daughter, who had been hesitating while looking at the two, speaks with difficulty.

“Maybe I can turn into a werewolf like my brother.”

He frowns at the second daughter’s words and asks.

“What symptoms did you have?”

“… … No, I, I’ve had a strangely good sense of smell since I was little. Looking at this, I think it might be related… … .”

I thought it was strange.

Even the veteran mercenaries failed to notice, but the second daughter, who had no combat experience, was the first to notice the druid’s attack.

‘Was it because of an abnormal sense of smell that transcended humans?’

The second daughter who can turn into a werewolf at any time.

As I watch her blink her eyes anxiously, wondering if she might be looked down on, a memory flashes before my eyes.

“… It was you?”

In my last life, I thought I knew why the spirit of Noelle, Marie Walker’s mother, had been urging me so.

A red-eyed werewolf that was in the warlock’s lair.

Could it be that the strange creature that tried to send me back to the entrance even though its own stomach was pierced by a sword was the second daughter?

“Ugh, uh-huh.”

The second daughter’s laughter burst out at an odd moment.

When I tried to ask Hye-rin the English question with a puzzled look on her face, the second daughter covered her smile with her hand and said.

“Allen, I guess you’re comfortable with me.”

Informal speech towards nobles.

“… My words were frivolous. I apologize.”

When he realized why his younger sister had been laughing, he apologized for saying something thoughtless, but his younger sister waved her hands furiously.

“No, no, no. When we’re alone, please speak comfortably like you do now.”

The second daughter grabbed my hand with a bright smile.

“We’re just friends, right? Just call me by my name.”

As I kept my mouth shut at the unexpected words, the second daughter took a step back with a bitter expression on her face.

The second daughter takes a deep breath and changes her expression.

“From now on, Walker will cease all activities and focus all his efforts on finding and eliminating the warlock.”

The second daughter reaches out to me and asks.

“Allen, this time… will you help me?”

The sight of hands shaking due to sudden events that occurred one after another.

-This way. Hold on.

He leaves behind the spirit urging him to shake hands and reaches out to take his second daughter’s hand.

“Any time, as long as you pay me the right amount.”

The soft hands of a nobleman and the calloused hands of a soldier.

“Thank you, Allen.”

The second daughter covered my hands with both of them.

* * *

As soon as we left the mansion, we started looking for a medium.

“Inquiro.”

Hyelin’s search magic.

As the magical power spreads faintly and several places on the ground begin to sparkle, the waiting residents quickly run over and plant small flags.

“Let’s dig in order from here!”

The villagers dig deep into the ground with shovels and pickaxes at the second daughter’s direction.

“There is something!”

One of the Youngjimin goes into the pit and comes out holding a crow model.

“Okay. Let’s hurry up and do it this way.”

The overall work was quick because they were the ones who had been planting Raoul grass until recently.

“Oh, this time, come this way with the flag.”

After removing all the crow models near the mansion, Hye-rin leads Yeong-ji-min to another place.

The number of crow models stacked one on top of the other is nine.

I made sure there was no one around, then reached out and shouted.

“animus.”

A soul that instantly absorbs the black magic power in the model along with the starting word.

This time, Noel appears in a distinct form, as if he had enough magical power.

“… … .”

Appearance: Appears to be in his early 30s.

“With Lee Hyeon-seong… … .”

As I was about to ask a question at the sight of her seemingly perfect figure, Noel smiled faintly and placed his index finger on his lips as if to tell me to muffle his voice.

“Seclusio.”

Darkness blooms like a flower bud beneath my feet.

Black curtains covering my body like carnivorous plants trapping insects.

As he instinctively grabbed the handle of his sword in a world where all he saw was blackness no matter where he looked, Noel’s soul smiled and gave a voice.

“My log is being recorded, so I don’t have much time.”

“…log?”

“So I’ll just tell you what’s necessary, baby.”

Noel waves his arms and flutters his long hair.

The black world writhes like a living thing.

Black mud rose from the ground, forming doors and bookshelves, recreating the image of a secret study before my eyes.

“I’ve hidden my magic inside here. You don’t need anything else, so just learn this before fighting Choi Sang-jin.”

“… Choi Sang-jin?”

“You are the warlock you will fight.”

Noel reaches into a bookshelf made of black mud, and a real book, not a black mud book, comes out.

“Your body will remember, so it won’t be difficult.”

As Noel hands over the book, the black world begins to crumble.

A soul that becomes blurry as light seeps into the black mud.

Noel delivers a warning.

“Remember, baby. There may be no next time when you face Choi Sang-jin.”

“… Next? How much do you know?”

The soul smiles at my words and says:

“Get stronger until you can fight without relying on saves.”

Is this really the limit now?

With the corners of Noel’s lips rising slightly, her appearance becomes blurry to the point where it is difficult to see clearly.

“What should I do next? Should I find another medium?”

In response to my urgent question, Noel reaches out and strokes my head.

“Find a way to eliminate all mediators. From now on, we have to act on our own.”

A black world that loses its shape as if torn apart.

The soul, with only its fingers remaining, delivers its last words.

“Over there. Love. Tell them.”

The finger soul is pointing to his own daughter, Marie Walker.

“… Okay.”

As soon as he answered like that, all of his remaining fingers disappeared and Noel disappeared from sight.

‘I need to find more mediums.’

Belatedly, we follow where Youngji Min and Hye-rin are headed.

Crow models piled up in one place, already finished with their work.

“animus.”

I immediately stretched out my hand and shouted the starting word, but the magical power just gathered and dispersed, and Noel’s soul did not show itself.

“Mister!! Come here!”

Hyelin waving from afar.

As I approached, I saw that he had spread out a book and a map and was discussing something with his second daughter.

“Now, look. This is the medium that has been continuously being discovered.”

Hye-rin turns the book towards us and points to a picture with her hand.

A familiar crow model.

“If we just remove this thing that’s buried in the ground like it is now, people won’t turn into lumps of magic.”

The second daughter nods as if she understands what Hye-rin says.

“Okay, I can handle it. Just repeat the process of removing the buried models by retrieving them from the ground, as if you were a worker planting Raoul Pool.”

Walker was using most of his manpower to plant raoul grass to create a new specialty.

“If we summon all the wizards within reach and have them specify a location like Hye-rin Kyung… .”

Prepared personnel and equipment.

Just like Hye-rin just now, it’s not a big deal for her to dig up the ground just by specifying a location.

“…I don’t know.”

But Hye-rin lowered her head with a hardened expression as if there was something wrong.

“… … Does that mean there are no mediums around here?”

“No, that’s not it.”

Hyelin points to Walker’s entire map and says:

“All of the territory. No matter where I used search magic, there was a black magic reaction.”

It wasn’t that it couldn’t be found.

There were so many that they covered the territory.

“How many wizards can you summon?”

“… 4 people. We need to recruit more people.”

Even if you call them all, there are only five wizards, including Hye-rin.

There were not enough people to dig up the ground and inspect the entire territory.

“… … Kyung Hye-rin, how many mediators are buried in the ground?”

When the second daughter asks while biting her fingernails, Hye-rin places her palm on the map and speaks.

“… … Even if I’m not very good, I’ll probably be able to do over 5,000.”

“That… can’t be…”

It was a daunting number.

If you include the time it takes to hire additional wizards, it would take at least a week even if you mobilize all the people in the territory.

“…Should we try to do it as much as we can?”

Walker’s eldest son and lord met their deaths.

The threat of the Warlock is imminent.

Hyelin whispers softly.

“Since the opponent is Korean, if I start off clumsily, the black magician will react right away, right?”

I question Hye-rin’s words.

When we abandoned Galeod, he would have been able to track our movements as we pursued the warlock through the medium in the room.

‘Staying still is the composure of the strong. Or is there something that needs to be done?’

I had some idea what he was thinking.

A plan that has been in preparation for over ten years to transform Walker into a ball of magical power.

His plans won’t be ruined just because we struggle for a day or two.

Perhaps, you are thinking so.

‘In the end, there was only one thing he was wary of.’

A mind that opens up when it realizes that the other person is afraid.

He quickly organizes his thoughts and gives instructions to the two.

“Hyerin, find out the movements of the black magician. … … Mari gathers all the people of the territory and prepares to dig up the ground.”

Unlike his days as a soldier, it seems his second daughter’s words to him to treat him comfortably were not a joke.

“… …Allen, is there a way?”

The second daughter, who accepts informal speech without any problem, cautiously asks for advice.

I spoke the solution while fiddling with the dagger wrapped tightly in cloth.

“I’m going to bring in their natural enemies.”

A being that can make a necromancer feel sick even from over 200m away.

“I will send a letter to Croa.”

We had a hidden saint of the Freya cult.

* * *

The next day, the Freya Church, which had promised to return a week later, visited Walker.

Temporary Elder Eris, Saint Croa, and Lian, who became an apprentice knight.

Although I saw some familiar faces, I couldn’t look them in the eye as a necromancer who had fully entered the world of black magic.

“I will purify this area. Please hurry up and prepare for the ritual.”

A purification ritual that removes black magic while the medium is buried in the ground.

As I was watching my younger siblings, enduring the nausea caused by the divine power, a tall man over 2 meters tall suddenly thrust his face in.

“Allen. You have a bad aura too.”

As I turn my gaze, I see the figure of the Druid Chieftain.

Eyes that seem to see through something.

Suppress the magical power within your body and naturally change the subject.

“It’s unexpected for a Druid to come out of the Forest of Spirits.”

“Isn’t this a crisis for our friend? Walker’s danger is our danger. Whatever the outcome, we intend to do our best.”

The smiling chieftain holds out the basket he was holding like a farmer.

Perhaps, the seed of something.

“What is this?”

“It’s the seed of Raoul Poole. It has the power to purify dark magic.”

The chief touches one of the seeds, and it sprouts in an instant.

“Since you have received the blessing of the World Tree, you will grow completely in half a day.”

Raoul Poole, who purifies black magic.

The Druid’s words began to make questions slowly form in my head.

‘… It was we who stirred up the warlock.’

The reason he’s now putting into action a plan he’s been working on for over ten years is because of me and my second daughter.

The doctrine of Freya, accepted at my request.

He felt a sense of crisis when he saw the priest looking for a place to build a church and the second daughter cultivating Raoul Pool with all her might in the estate.

‘Because the efforts made over 10 years could be in vain.’

“Now that you’re done with the questions, is it okay for me to speak?”

Take a deep breath after hearing the chief’s words.

Perhaps they realized that I was a necromancer.

“…Please speak.”

As I wait for an answer with my body tense, the chief suddenly says something.

“The blessing of the World Tree will hide the evil energy.”

The chieftain extending his big hand.

“Just like you did to Noel and Lee Hyun-seong.”

The chieftain’s hand went to my head.