I Became the Dark Wizard Who Rules Over the Heroines - Chapter 92



92 – Compromise-7

‘It’s not good…’

The moment a warlock becomes most dangerous is before death.

If you are an ordinary knight or wizard, even if you are prepared to die, your strength will not increase dramatically. Just like a rabbit before being eaten by a lion cannot shake off the lion even if it risks its life.

But a warlock is different.

The contract’s sins and loyalty, as well as ugly joys, other people’s pain and despair, bodies and beliefs, are all resources that they can ‘sell’.

A normal person, no matter how poor they are, would not sell their belongings. I won’t be selling the bed I have at home, the pot I can make a warm stew in, or the grain I’ll be eating tomorrow.

The warlock was not much different either.

If you have items you have collected to ‘sell,’ you can sell them as much as you want. If there is something that will not cause fatal problems in your life even if it disappears immediately, it is okay to sell it.

However, you should not sell something that is immediately fatal to your life. You must not sell your legs or arms.

The moment you make that choice, there is no turning back. It is impossible to live a peaceful life and enjoy wealth and fame.

He who gives his tongue to the devil cannot get it back, no matter what he gives thereafter. Even if you use black magic to buy endless amounts of expensive wine and fill your throat and tongue, you cannot indulge in pleasure.

A talented warlock was able to distinguish between ‘things that can be sold’ and ‘things that should not be sold’ to an extreme degree.

The life after the contract, the life after giving something. A careless warlock who didn’t constantly think about that couldn’t last long.

But the warlock right before death is different.

You can do more. You can do more terrible things.

Just as desperate people who think, ‘My life is ruined anyway’ can go all in on gambling, they can pay a huge price.

“No!”

Screamed with desperate eyes in her eyes.

“Miss! Please, please… Please!”

“Don’t look at me like that, traitor.”

“…”

“You agreed. You said you would follow me. You acknowledged my decision and my beliefs.”

Katharine bit her lip. It seemed like she was holding back the quarter.

“I won’t ask you why you betrayed me. I thought you were foolish, but now I admit it. It was me who was foolish, and you were wise.”

“…”

“It is wise to fear the strong. Wade is strong enough, and I admit that. But…”

She looked at Kelin with her complex eyes. With eyes gradually fading.

“No, it’s okay. If you criticize me now for breaking my promise, I will become very ugly. I hope you serve your new master faithfully.”

Again, Katharine explodes.

“If only I could survive here!”

“Pfft!”

He seemed angry. He seemed excited.

Despite this, Katharine’s talent did not decline in the slightest.

He parried my attack in the same way as before, with stronger firepower. She used more threatening black magic to attack me and Olivia.

‘Oh my…’

In this situation, even if you win, it’s no different from losing.

It will work. You will be captured. She is offering herself to Asmodeus, and Asmodeus would chuckle and be satisfied with the offering, but that would be the worst choice.

The holy relics of Baal still remain in her body. The form was broken and crushed, but its dominance still remained. There was a string left.

‘If it is Baal…’

When Katharine has given so much of herself that she cannot sustain herself, she can use the remaining traces of her magic as her medium to take something from the empty Katharine.

Aside from that issue, I’m not sure what she’ll do.

If you go on a rampage with the of selling your whole soul to be with me, or with the intention of destroying this city, there is nothing I can do.

“It doesn’t have to be like this!”

Neither I nor Olivia nor Claire rested. Kelin was also trying to get one step closer to Katarin, receiving a constant barrage of attacks.

“You’re not the first person to talk like you do.”

I can feel her body getting worn out little by little.

“People who only speak the truth, reject the way we have lived… And look down on us warlocks as if they are noble for having ugly desires in their hearts and thoughts no different from ours!”

Katharine didn’t even acknowledge me as a warlock.

Maybe it was a natural thing.

A hunter who makes his own traps, hides his scent, follows footsteps, shoots a bow and slaughters his own prey, has no reason to recognize someone who can just use ‘magic that makes a well-cooked piece of meat come out of nowhere’ as a ‘same hunter’. .

“There is no reason for me to listen to people who say they can survive without committing any crimes… Without using black magic.”

Distrust is piling up. The person who answered her words was Claire.

“There are good people! I don’t know how you feel… No, I know a little bit. When I came here and tried to become a warlock, it was hard for me too!”

Claire chose to become a warlock herself.

Of course, her her rise her her her to prominence her as a warlock probably never happened. She was not prepared.

When she found out that she had to continue to sacrifice someone else’s life and emotions for her own, she would eventually not be able to choose and give up.

“Yes. There can be good people. Even my mother wouldn’t have survived if she wasn’t a paladin of some Inquisition.”

“Yes! So…”

“But in the end, that paladin was killed by another paladin’s sword. He was weak. He couldn’t make others fear him, and so he couldn’t be respected.”

I am afraid. She recognizes that not being feared by others or being feared is something that should not happen.

It’s not good.

‘If things don’t work out, I’ll have no choice but to fight and defeat him…’

I can’t guarantee how long it will take. If you don’t suppress it cleanly, you will face Baal.

While I was worrying, I couldn’t help but be taken aback by the sound of footsteps coming from behind.

“…Hmm?”

“Are you letting your guard down?”

Katharine’s attack came. I reflexively spread my magic energy to block the attack.

After that, an arrow flew out.

“…Ugh!”

A faint heat lingered in the arrow stuck in Katharine’s shoulder

“See you here again, Katharine.”

The body her was already more than half burned.

There are dark burn marks on his face, and unlike his left leg, which still has some form, his right leg has been replaced with something that looks like a black clay prosthetic leg.

The left side of the chest was filled with red flesh covered in burnt ash, and the right side was filled with something similar to black muscles that could not be called human or elf-like.

Nevertheless, she stood here.

Carbosa joined.

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Her mother’s voice Her Her is heard

-Never trust it.

Katharine felt that the line between her memories and reality was gradually blurring.

Everyone should fear her. The only thing she can trust is the person who fears her.

You must not give up. However remote the possibility, she must not lose her chance to solidify her status as Erst Katharine.

‘But, after that…’

Kazot is watching this fight, and is probably aware of the betrayal she has committed.

You must win cleanly and run away.

“Are you letting your guard down?”

Wade is looking further away. She is considering the future.

There is no way that someone with distracting thoughts in their mind can defeat someone who gave everything for immediate victory. Katharine had no doubts about her victory.

“…Huh!”

Until one of her arrows flew towards her.

“See you here again, Katharine.”

It looked like a dying corpse. Rather than moving, it was a life form in that state. No, it was difficult to even recognize the lump as ‘alive.’

Nevertheless, she was moving.

Know. Know. There’s no way you wouldn’t know.

It was a corrupt elf who even took revenge and fell into the madness of the destruction of the world. He was an elf so dangerous that his noble, white skin his was stained black with corruption.

“Hey, Warlock… I’m sure you said you could give us a chance to resolve it ‘between us’, right?”

“Not now, though.”

Carbossa, who glared at Katharine like a beast, grabbed the bowstring again.

“I heard you talking all the time. Yes, it may have been an inevitable choice for you. So, according to your logic…”

She was a victim.

Katharine destroyed the forest where Carbossa lived. She prepared thoroughly, and she completely destroyed it and slaughtered the elves inside.

There was a strategic necessity, and there was also a reason to make up for evil deeds.

In any case, Katharine killed her elf, who had done her no harm.

Just as the cows were killed, their blood and flesh were used as a tool for Catherine’s pleasure, victory, joy, and survival.

“Even if I kill you, I won’t hold any grudges!”

Carbossa rushed in.

The Magi, mixed with anger and hatred, destroyed Katharine’s defenses one by one.

Even as she charged, her bow did not rest. She constantly fired arrows, burning everything in her way.

‘This, this, this…!’

Not ready.

If you were fully prepared to hunt Carbossa, studied her her spells, and secured her her related artifacts and magic materials, it would not have been difficult to defeat her.

But it’s different now. She watched Carbossa’s advance helplessly.

The dagger that came out of Karbosa’s arms pierced Katharine’s neck.

‘…Huh?’

Just enough to see blood, very slightly.