I Became the Dark Wizard Who Rules Over the Heroines - Chapter 72



72 – Festival-12

Burning.

It’s burning. The forest I protected like my life, the colleagues I protected like my own body.

A terrible, ugly black fire is eating it all up. Unforgivable sins fill the forest.

All kinds of beasts are consumed by demon energy and howl ferociously. That cry didn’t last long.

The flames did not care whether the beast was consumed by demonic energy or whether it possessed reason. It just burns.

Die. All life disappears.

Using this forest as a huge altar, the evil ones are trying to fill their stomachs.

An elf who was running away with her companions turned her head and looked at the ugly scene.

The world is on fire. Her life and memories Her happiness and sadness are all turning into a handful of ashes, someone’s sins, and fuel to commit more evil deeds.

The elf thought.

Because her whole world burned down-

The world of those who remain is also unfair unless everyone burns.

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“If this is…”

Kelin smiled slightly.

Recently, there have been too many bad things. There were too many incidents that made her sad.

But no matter how you think about it, this was auspicious. It was the only way to resolve the situation.

“Did he also acknowledge the young lady?”

It’s a wise choice. Because having Catherine as an enemy is extremely dangerous.

It’s just that Wade was a strong enough man that he didn’t have to make that ‘wise choice’.

‘This wine…’

It was something that had to be protected with one’s life.

It is a token of reconciliation that he gave with the thought, ‘If you’re going to dig, dig it.’

If Katharine realizes something about herself through this, it would be all the better.

But even if she gets nothing, it doesn’t change the fact that great progress is being made.

‘…Finally.’

Misunderstandings can be resolved.

Instead of brooding alone and hiding in her heart why Katharine should not be at odds with the man, she can approach her ladyship as a proud emissary of peace.

You can go back. She can get back to where she belongs.

Even if Katharine does not accept her in the end, she can tell everything about herself without any regrets.

Expectation and elation filled Kellyn’s mind. The compulsion to avoid tripping and breaking her wine bottle made her heart beat harder.

So, she didn’t detect any signs that she would normally have noticed.

“…Ugh!”

Hwasil flew in, aiming for her head

Kellin barely escaped and rolled on the ground.

She paid all her attention to make sure the wine glass did not break.

“Who are you?”

She had an idea that there might be an assassin. Although she didn’t say anything, she knew that Olivia and Wade had been attacked.

Nevertheless, this arrow was quite sharp. And, she was strangely familiar.

“Ugh!”

Arrows flew one after another. Each one was powerful, and the flying speed was also fast.

The darkness stirs. Someone is running around, moving from building to building.

‘This is…’

Be used to. It wasn’t the time for her to get emotional, but Kelin felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

This is a tactic I have experienced at some point. I’ve definitely seen this arrow before.

However, she could not figure out its identity.

“Sigh!”

She focused her mind.

Arrows are fast. You can’t avoid it forever.

A strong arrow, of course, flies quickly. It also meant that the moment you catch that arrow, you can figure out who attacked you.

It exudes magical energy. If it is an elf’s arrow, it can be blocked with a magical barrier created by properly concentrating one’s mind.

‘Oh?’

At that moment, Kelin realized.

Without even thinking about it, she recognized the incoming attack as an ‘elf arrow’.

“Ugh!”

Her misjudgment was so easily overlooked that it was pointless.

“As expected, it was you?”

An elf with a familiar voice spoke to me from the darkness.

Even though Kelin was able to control the power of darkness, her ‘night vision’ she could not keep up with the elf without using any special spells.

The body specifications are different. She knew that better than anyone else.

As she burned countless elves to death, her enemies always moved faster than her.

“How… “

Blood was flowing from her chest

It is an elf arrow filled with the power of perm. Even so, it was close to impossible to break through the shield containing the power of black magic.

There are hundreds or thousands of warlocks. Breaking through their barriers is like deciphering a code.

I need a sample. It takes time.

Many people must make efforts to break through the defenses of that one warlock.

There was a simple method of crushing it with force, but I couldn’t believe that that arrow contained that much powerful energy.

You know it. What kind of black magic does Kellin use, and what pattern of ‘magic barrier’ is he creating?

An elf who holds a strong grudge and can prepare an arrow to kill her.

‘Is it… A remnant of that forest?’

Kelin could guess that.

“Huh… “

Several more arrows flew as if confirming the kill.

I dodged two shots, but I couldn’t dodge the next arrow. The next arrow, and the next arrow.

Arrows were stuck in the forearm, thigh, side, and next to the heart.

“Well, right now… It doesn’t work.”

I didn’t believe in karma. Kelin committed too many sins to live believing that.

However, no matter how much I thought about it, I could not help but see this as a result of her mistake.

It is not a vague superstition like ‘divine punishment.’ The cause and effect are very clear. If she had not committed her sins, she would not have died.

‘I have to give this to you… ‘

Her life is not a waste. It was just a death that had to happen someday.

He lived in the service of Catherine.

She lived a life that was not strange even when she died.

It wouldn’t be surprising if she died at any time. She never placed much value on that death.

Nevertheless. That death occurring at this moment was not what she had hoped for.

‘I have to hand it to you…’

You must hand over Wade’s gift of reconciliation to Catherine. For the safety of the ‘lady’, we must move.

‘If I collapse now… I can’t.’

In front of the slumped Kellin, an elf trudged forward.

“…It’s been a while?”

Lilian was smiling reassuringly.

“Were you…A survivor?”

“Yeah. Really, you did it?”

The elf casually tied the bow to the bowstring.

“Ugh!”

An arrow pierced the shoulder of the fallen Kellin.

“When she heard Katharine was involved, she was a little upset.”

There was a faint smile on the lips of the elf who had revenge.

“But, at that time, I wasn’t in a position to say anything about the party composition, right?”

Lillian hummed her song happily.

“Well, I don’t know why, but right now I was at odds with Katarin, so I guess he wasn’t the warlock who committed that damn thing back then… That’s what I thought.”

Lilian pulled out another arrow from the quiver and pierced the back of the fallen Kelin’s hand.

“Ugh!”

“But what is this? You got it right?”

Although they did not meet for a long time, they had a bond as colleagues.

We fought together and trained together. Kelin was a trustworthy teammate, and Lillian did not have a bad opinion of her.

However, now that her past has been revealed, the story is a bit different.

“It was you. The devil of Hergan.”

“Well, that thing…”

He’s a warlock. Kellyn had to commit her sins.

She had to make killing her job. She had to do something terrible and ugly.

Hergan Forest was just one of the victims.

“That person… When I heard the stories of the people talking on the street, I thought he might have done something like that… Because you were too young. Besides, from what I saw, you were normal.”

However, the power of darkness does not gradually increase as you get older and gain more training.

It can easily stagnate, or it can escalate to ridiculous levels.

Kellin has been strong ever since. Katharine was no different.

“But, I met my hometown colleagues here. They were suspicious of me. Are you the one who sold their hometown?”

“Ugh… “

Blood was flowing. Kellin crawled on the ground, desperately hiding the wine bottle.

“I asked what you were talking about… It was you, Kelin. The warlock who destroyed my village.”

She didn’t do it alone. The real culprit was Catherine.

However, it was true that she was most viciously and deeply involved in the massacre.

It was Kelin who used the ‘anti-elf black magic’ created by the Erst family, cleverly aimed for the opportunity when the village elder escaped, and indiscriminately defeated the defenseless elves.

“Does it hurt? I hope it hurts. I’m begging you. You’re a friend, right?”

Lilian was not a villain. She was just one of those ordinary bright, lively elves.

In order for such a person to joyfully accept the pain of others, an appropriate tragedy and pain was needed.

Lilian stepped on Kelin’s back.

“Ugh!”

“What is this?”

Lillian, caught up in her curiosity, lifted her foot from the ground and placed her entire weight on Kelin’s her body her her her.

Her elf-like sense of balance kept her from falling.

“Ugh, ahhh!”

The wine bottle that was rolling around in Kelin’s arms eventually fell out of her body.

“No!”

Before Kelin could shout, Lyrian’s arrow flew out.

The wine bottle was broken. Kelin’s hope turned into glass shards and scattered.