358

I want to see episode 358. (2)

Delmude took a deep breath. His heart was pounding.

'What a chance this is!'

Even in the dukedom, the Earl of Fenris was a headache. He had grown from a child to defeat the Earl of Desmond and now emerged as a powerhouse in the North.

Because of this, all the work that had been going on in the North was ruined, and the pro-prince faction became arrogant. The perception that the pro-gong faction was weaker than expected even spread.

But what if we kill Earl Fenris here? The situation will change in an instant.

'If we just do Amelia right, we can take over the North in one breath.'

It's not like before, where Leipold and Desmond are keeping each other in check. With the Earl of Fenris gone, there's no one left to stop Leipold.

Of course, if you kill Earl Fenris, the royalist faction will not stay still. It is not normal to attack a high lord without a justification.

But it didn't matter. The Duke would not miss the opportunity to make a move before the Crimson Tower was destroyed.

If only the North is taken, all regions except the East will fall into the hands of the Gongjak faction.

Delmude calmed his raging emotions. A wizard must always be cool-headed.

'How long has it been?'

I took a quick look around. For a lord's procession, it was quite shabby in scale. There were only about 20 knights and 100 soldiers escorting him.

'I don't know exactly how strong Earl Fenris is, but… … .'

I heard rumors that Earl Fenris was close to the Master. He should be able to handle it on his own.

The problem was those who came with Earl Fenris. The Fenris army was known to be strong. The number of those he brought was small, but they were definitely elite.

There are even magicians from the Red Flame Tower there.

'And the author… … .'

The white-haired man standing like a tower next to Earl Fenris. He must be Gillian, who was active in the Battle of Desmond.

'It won't be easy.'

I wanted to strike right away, but I had to wait a little longer for an opportunity. My first goal was to destroy the Red Flame Tower. It would be nice if I could kill Earl Fenris as well, but if that didn't work out, I could attack after the exchange meeting.

Delmude licked his lips and greeted him, hiding his nervousness. However, a murderous intent that he could not hide was faintly flickering in his eyes.

"Nice to meet you. I am Delmud, the tower master of the Crimson Tower. It is an honor to meet you, Count Fenris, a man of great fame in the North."

Jiselle also answered back with a cool smile.

"I heard that you are the only superhuman in this northern region who has reached the 7th Circle. It is an honor for me to meet such an amazing person."

Hubert pouted at those words. The fact that he was the only superhuman to reach the 7th Circle meant that Delmud was the strongest magician in the North.

The two people finished greeting each other in such a subtle tension. They both threw away the courtesy of wasting time.

Just like Delmud, Jiselle was also watching for an opportunity to strike her opponent.

'The best thing would be for that guy to come out to the showdown.'

It is customary for the top leaders and elders to not show up for the showdown, but who knows what they might do today.

If Delmud really intends to push the Red Flame Tower with force, he will ignore convention and take action.

I planned to see that and respond right away.

"Are you done with the greetings? Let's get started."

Hubert said with a frown. The two towers had long since abandoned courtesy to each other.

"Huh huhu… … Okay… … ."

Hubert and Delmude returned to their seats.

The competition was scheduled to last a total of five rounds. In the tense atmosphere, each candidate's first-chosen disciple stepped forward.

The disciple from the Crimson Tower was a 4th circle magician. However, the Red Flame Tower was only a 2nd circle disciple.

Hubert didn't want to lose a promising player because of something like this, so he sent out a disciple with a lower circle. But he also didn't want the disciple of the tower to get seriously injured or die.

"Just shake hands and surrender. It's okay. Don't worry about saving face. Got it?"

"Yes, yes. I understand."

The wizard, who had been encouraged, if not encouraged, by Hubert, stepped forward.

Jiing―!

As the two wizards stepped forward, a magic field barrier was created to prevent anyone around them from getting hurt.

It is a barrier that is wide enough for an army to line up. To make it this large, a huge amount of rune stones were used.

Originally, the costs of competing in these types of exchange meetings were shared among the participating towers.

'You son of a bitch, you didn't even pay.'

However, the Crimson Tower insisted on having an exchange without paying a single gold coin.

For Hubert, it was a situation where he couldn't help but grit his teeth, as he had spent a huge amount of his own money and ended up being embarrassed.

"Get started!"

At the signal of the elder in charge of judgment, the magicians moved.

Pfft!

The Red Flame Tower Wizard immediately fired a fireball. He was thinking of surrendering right after entering, with only one or two moderate attacks.

But the Crimson Tower Wizard had no intention of leaving it that way.

"Wind cutter."

Scratch!

The blade of wind emitted by the 4th circle wizard cut through the fireball and cut off the enemy wizard's neck.

Kuung!

As the wizard's head fell, the surrounding area fell silent. In particular, the faces of the disciples of the Red Flame Tower turned pale.

I didn't know that someone could kill someone so blatantly.

They didn't have that kind of determination. They were overwhelmed by their opponent's momentum and didn't have the courage to step forward.

Hubert jumped up and shouted in the frozen atmosphere.

"Hey, you son of a bitch! This was murder from the start!"

Delmude laughed at him as he watched him get angry.

"Isn't it common sense that there could be casualties during a fight?"

"Eeeeek!"

Hubert gritted his teeth as he glared at Delmude. He had somewhat expected his opponent to harbor ill intentions, but he was going too far.

He glanced at where Giselle was sitting.

'What are you thinking?'

Unlike the others, Jiselle sat with a calm expression, as if she had known this would happen.

I remembered what Giselle had said.

- You could pretend to be crazy and just kill everyone there.

Hubert shook his head violently.

'No, no. That can't be. The royalist faction wouldn't stay still. Even if they came with that intention, they wouldn't do something so crazy in the presence of Earl Fenris.'

If he kills Count Fenris, the Crimson Tower won't be able to handle the aftermath. Hubert believed that Delmude would never do that unless he went mad.

Hubert took a few deep breaths and then spoke to his next student.

"Just surrender as soon as it starts. Don't try to fight."

"Oh, I understand."

The disciple nodded repeatedly with a frightened expression. He had no intention of risking his life fighting those scary guys anyway.

The wizard thought with trembling steps.

'Ugh… … Why did I have to be chosen… … .'

There are many disciples in the Magic Tower who are of a higher circle than him. However, he actually knows the reason why he is being sent out.

It's a measure to protect capable disciples. I understand, but I still think it's too much.

Aren't wizards a race that lives with arrogance and pride?

However, it was difficult to understand that the Red Flame Tower, once known as the best in the North, fought with the intention of losing from the beginning.

The wizard turned his head slightly. Numerous disciples were standing behind him. However, even the disciples with higher circles than him were not angry at being ignored, but were instead looking around in case they were called out.

'Our magic tower is finished.'

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. No matter how much money you make and how powerful you become, what's the point?

The elders, including the top leader, and all the disciples became like gentle lambs.

Gulp.

He swallowed dryly as he saw the crimson magic tower wizard standing before his eyes.

They were definitely different from us. The aura they gave off was incomparable. They were like hungry beasts.

I had a feeling that even if I got through this fight like this, I would eventually be eaten by the Crimson Tower.

'I have to leave once the showdown is over.'

He was no different. Even if he saved his life now, he felt like he would die someday if he stayed here.

"Get started!"

With the elder's shout, the magic field barrier was opened again.

The Red Flame Tower Wizard raised his hand and shouted before the attack even began.

"I surrender!"

At those words, the Crimson Tower Wizard clicked his tongue with a bitter laugh.

"Pathetic guy."

Even though he was openly insulted, the Red Flame Tower Wizard just blushed and said nothing.

At the same time, laughter was heard from the direction of the Crimson Tower.

"Those guys are wizards too, so they probably show off in front of people, right?"

"Couldn't the reputation of being the best in the North just have been created forcibly?"

"Aside from being weak, they are also a bunch of guys with no self-respect."

They openly mocked the magicians of the Red Flame Tower. However, there was no response from the Red Flame Tower.

It was because Hubert had warned him in advance, but he also didn't really want to fight.

Some of them looked angry, but that was it. Even with their pride wounded, they could not even make eye contact with the Crimson Tower wizards.

I was completely overwhelmed by the opponent's rough momentum.

Seeing that, Jiselle quietly shook her head.

'You're so tired of peace.'

For a tower that was once called the best in the North, it looks very shabby.

It couldn't be otherwise. Unlike the Crimson Tower, which moved with a clear goal, the Red Flame Tower was simply content with the present.

There's nothing wrong with pursuing safety. Sometimes you have to be patient and patient. But if you stay in the same place for too long, you'll end up falling behind.

Even the wizards' mindsets were different depending on whether they had a goal or not.

'The skill gap is also big.'

If Delmud had been a 6th circle wizard, he wouldn't have endured this much. The reputation of a 7th circle wizard was that strong.

If I confront them head-on, the damage will be great and I have no confidence in winning, so I have no choice but to endure it like this.

The third duel also ended while Giselle was clicking her tongue. That wizard also shouted surrender as soon as the barrier was activated.

"Oh, you idiots."

"If this was going to happen, why did you accept the fight?"

"Why don't you all just come under us this time?"

From the direction of the Crimson Tower came vulgar insults and taunts.

If things were as they were, they wouldn't have gone this far for the sake of saving face. However, with the permission of Delmud and the elders, the level of ridicule from the Crimson Tower magicians gradually increased.

"Ugh… … ."

Hubert clenched his fists and trembled with a red face. He wanted to run out and set those bastards on fire.

But if you don't plan on going to war, you should hold out. There's nothing to be gained by fighting.

The elders, like Hubert, were just trembling with indignant expressions.

After taking a deep breath for a long time, Hubert finally opened his mouth.

"Let's stop here. If you won three times, isn't that your victory? Shouldn't you have sufficiently achieved your goal of humiliating me?"

The match lasted a total of five rounds. However, Hubert, who thought it was meaningless, requested a stop.

Hearing that, Delmude shook his head with a smile.

"If you're going to do it, you have to do it to the end. This isn't a competition to decide who will win, is it? It's just a meeting to see what the students have accomplished."

"This son of a bitch… … ."

At Delmude's refusal, Hubert repeatedly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

I didn't want to go to the fourth showdown, because this time it was the successor to the Magic Tower.

Hubert, who swallowed several times, spoke to Alfoy, who was standing there with a sullen expression.

"You… You too, surrender as soon as you enter."

Although he is the successor to the Magic Tower, he has been standing still in the 3rd circle for years. Even if he goes out there, he won't be able to win.

If the successor loses, the disgrace will be indescribable, but he has already suffered what he deserved. It is better than dying while being a guest for no reason.

Alfoy said, scratching his head with an annoyed expression.

"No, what are you doing? Are you putting up with those kids laughing like that? Aren't we the best in the North?"

Then Hubert also replied, looking annoyed.

"Come on, you little brat. You've only been doing construction work, so you still haven't fixed your arrogant personality? If you go out, can you win? The opponent will only send out at least 4 circles."

"Isn't that something you'd only know by fighting?"

Alfoy pouted.

I had a hard time with Jiselle, but I learned one thing. You have to try and fight to know anything. Isn't that the confidence that led to the success of Fenris Territory?

But Hubert didn't seem to be like that.

"You idiot! How can you win with such a low circle!"

Alfoy scratched his head again at his sanctification. In fact, he wasn't confident that he could win either.

I have captured 4th circle magicians who tried to escape from the territory a few times. But that was with my colleagues. I have never fought them one-on-one.

Besides, those guys always seemed a little scary because of the fierce aura they gave off.

"Ah, I see."

Alfoy staggered forward. At first, he was angry because his pride was hurt, but when it came to actually fighting, he was nervous and scared.

He also thought his life was the most precious thing in the world. He didn't want to die a dog's death for no reason.

As Alpoy stepped forward, the Crimson Tower also responded.

"Isn't that guy the successor to the Red Flame Tower? Then I should send someone who is a suitable match."

As Delmud spoke with a smile, one of his disciples strode forward. As soon as he stood in front of Alfoy, he introduced himself.

"My name is Brody. I am the first disciple of the Lord of the Tower and the successor to the Crimson Tower. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Alfoy blinked for a moment. It had been so long since he had made his name known that it felt awkward.

"Oh, yeah… … . I… … ."

Before Alfoy could finish speaking, Brody spoke with an arrogant expression.

"And I recently became a 4th Circle Master. If you want to surrender, just do it quickly. It's embarrassing to even talk to sloppy guys like you. You don't think we're on the same level just because we're both successors, do you?"

It was an extremely insulting remark. But Alfoy realized that he wasn't as angry as he thought when he heard those words.

Alpoy, who was pondering the reason for his change, turned his head slightly. He saw Giselle sitting in the audience seats, smiling.

'Oh, right.'

Having lived in the territory and been ignored so many times, I have now become completely accustomed to this kind of treatment.

At that thought, Alfoy grabbed his forehead and giggled.

Brody frowned as he watched Alfoy start to laugh on his own.

"What's funny now?"

"No, no. I just suddenly started laughing. The world's greatest Alpoy has changed like this."

Alfoy waved his hand and took a deep breath.

"Yes, my name is Alpo. I am the successor to the Red Flame Tower and the branch manager of the Fenris branch. And… … ."

He continued, straightening his back and lifting his chin.

"He is the man who defeated God."

At this moment, he was wearing the most arrogant expression on his face.