I Became the Dark Wizard Who Rules Over the Heroines - Chapter 69

69 – Festival-9

A few days before the festival begins.

Two people were moving toward Cordoba in a small carriage.

“As I live, days like this always come. I never thought I would get on the same carriage as you.”

Katharine smiled faintly as she looked at the bearded old man in front of her.

It is a face that seems to embody stubbornness, stubbornness, and a hard will. A look that would make those who committed a crime take their breath away just by looking at its face.

“You’d better not let that cunning tongue fool you unless I give you permission.”

She thought she could control countless people, that she could take advantage of them with her tongue and speaking skills. However, she had never handled such a large force before.

If she were to think simply of her strength, she had never been able to manipulate those who were stronger than the old man in front of her to her will.

Although the direction of that power was a little different, the Erst family had many strong warriors.

Among those who manipulate the power of light, there were quite a few who did not use black magic and were not afraid of dealing with it.

If you guarantee a reasonable profit and make what they think is an ‘acceptable deal,’ it is not that difficult to use them as you wish.

But that person was, in another sense, a difficult person to touch.

‘People who didn’t do business at all couldn’t even be touched.’

A person who does not care about efficiency. A person who does not doubt his own justice. A person who does not allow even an inch of shaking.

This is a human being who doesn’t mind destroying a village to kill a single warlock.

In order to erase traces of black magic, these are the people who do not hesitate to secretly attack merchants who come into contact with them.

Human survival, human happiness. They were able to get rid of things that other people would have chosen without hesitation as ‘good’, without any doubt.

The sword of the Heresy Inquisition. Joshua Wilhelm.

Even as the Erst family, which spread its male and female ancestors everywhere, it was a magnate who could not even think of using or manipulating it.

“Be thankful that I don’t kill you right now.”

“Oh, I’m so thankful that I don’t know what to do.”

Although its power is enormous, it is not unique.

If Katharine is the princess she knows, after a difficult fight, she will be able to fight him and win.

Wilhelm’s heyday has passed, and the princess is still young. No matter how strong the body was, it could not completely escape the flow of time.

Political influence was also insignificant. Of course, he is powerful and famous, but the power and money of the Inquisition is a fake power that can only be exercised as permitted by ‘real nobles’.

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The Heresy Inquisition also has to eat to survive. In order to avoid fighting against the armies of the empire, you have no choice but to follow their laws.

It was the emperor and nobles who made the laws, and even in other countries, the situation did not change much.

From Katharine’s perspective, it was much better for her to cooperate with the nobles of the empire who were associated with the Inquisitor himself, who were affiliated with the Inquisition.

But, if only we could use him.

“Think of the organization’s purpose as your top priority. If you don’t kill that disgusting warlock and dark priest, you don’t have any life.”

“I’ll try my best.”

Katharine laughed.

It is difficult to defeat him with black magic. In the first place, the secret attack was too risky and was neither a neat nor pretty solution.

Even if Katarin were to fight him head-on and win, he would have to give up a lot. Perhaps, she may even have to sacrifice her soul to Asmodeus.

Even if we won, it was a loss.

‘I might have been lucky to be able to meet him at the tournament.’

You must have collided with him in some way. Because he had to rule over the countless warlocks in the academy and become the ‘only one’ to exert influence.

If you collided with him in the process, if you misjudged his strength and tried to kill him because you thought killing him was a ‘somewhat ugly, but easy and quick’ solution.

Conversely, she may have been the one to die.

“I hope you will try your best. I don’t plan on going to the front.”

“For an heir to the Erst family, these are weak words. Are you afraid? Are you afraid of being ruled?”

“It’s not that bad, but… it’s going to cause quite a stir. Besides, there’s an expert, so there’s no need for the warlock to covet the ball, right?”

“…I’m not happy at all about the recognition I’m receiving from you.”

“Well, I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

Whether he was pleased or disgusted by the compliment, Catherine truly respected him.

‘If it’s a warlock, he’s someone you can’t help but fear…’

Katharine was a warlock who was somewhat confident in her own skills, but even so, there was no way she would survive if he rushed to kill her in a place like this.

He is a Heresy Questioner. He may not know how to fight an ordinary knight or win on the battlefield, but he definitely knows how to kill a warlock.

In that case, even if he fights Wade, he will be able to win.

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Wary eyes surrounded Katarin. Her Wilhelm was glaring at her as if he were going to kill her.

You must not make mistakes. Katarin smiled slightly and carefully took out her reagent.

“That her Erst came with her Katharine… did you arrest her?”

“No matter how much she is an academy student, that woman and Sir Wilhelm…”

The nobles and citizens of Cordoba uttered words filled with concern.

“I didn’t catch you, but you don’t need to be afraid right now. I’m next to you.”

The nobles, who once again realized Wilhelm’s existence, were able to look at Katharine with some degree of freedom from fear.

He is a warlock. He could use strange tricks to cloud their wits or place a curse on them.

An ordinary warlock might laugh it off and say, ‘That’s an exaggerated rumor.’ But the opponent is Katarin.

The woman behind numerous ‘bad rumors’, the devil who can commit massacre and war without hesitation if she wants.

He was a warlock who committed terrible and great evil deeds that did not match his beautiful appearance.

“I understand. You probably know to some extent what I have done. But… Lord Wilhelm and I are here together to defeat an evil so great that we must work together.”

“Great… Evil?”

“Wade. You won’t say you don’t know.”

“But that person also received an endorsement from the Academy, and he…”

“I’m also an academy student?”

Although it was ironic, Catherine’s words shook the nobles.

The academy is a place that does not reject Katharine, one of the most evil and wicked warlocks, but accepts her as a student.

They are always overly open and pursue harmony and peace. It is not a place that pursues justice and condemnation.

Any warlock who has committed any crime can be accepted, and if necessary, can be vouched for.

“In the first place, don’t you think it would take a lot of speculation to say that such a strong warlock didn’t commit a crime?”

“That’s true, but…”

“If you really need evidence, I think it’s okay to look for it yourself.”

She took out a small reagent.

“What? Are you telling me to burn poison? Do you think Cordoba will join your evil plot?”

“It’s not poison. It’s not a dangerous drug. There’s no need to put it in the glass he’s going to drink, and you can just put it in all the wine that will be distributed at the banquet.”

“…What?”

“In the first place, this is not something I brought, but something that Lord Wilhelm brought directly?”

The nobles looked at Wilhelm with empty faces. The old Inquisitor nodded his head slowly, frowning.

“This is a reagent used by the Heresy Inquisition. It is not an item that is easy to use as it costs a considerable amount of money to make.”

“Hmm, are you saying that there is a reagent that can distinguish between warlocks? Then why on earth until now-“

There is no way to distinguish between people who use black magic. It is not possible to pour expensive holy water or a priest above a certain level to spend time and effort to determine whether the opponent is a warlock.

Most people thought that way. I couldn’t believe Katharine’s words.

“Because it was meaningless.”

Regardless of what Wilhelm said, Katharine opened her mouth softly.

“This reagent does not react unless the warlock is above a certain level. And… It measures the ‘sin’ they have committed and displays it in color.”

“What?”

“Each person is different. Red is for those who commit massacre and offer up their sins, yellow is for those who commit rape and s*xual desecration, and purple is for those who torture others and offer up their misfortune… There are many other colors.”

“Then-“

“It’s a reagent that won’t react unless you commit a certain level of crime. Based on the number of deaths, it’s at least three orders of magnitude higher. Unless you’re the one who killed it all at once, it won’t react.”

Wilhelm nodded slowly.

“That’s why it’s not used often. If you’re a criminal who can judge whether you’re a warlock using this reagent in the first place, you can tell without having to use this method.”

“It’s a meaningless reagent unless an extremely strong warlock is trying to hide and run away. But… The effect is absolute.”

Katharine poured a drop of her reagent into the tea in front of her and slowly savored her scent.

“Like this.”

She put down the teacup gracefully. Numerous colors and hues were dazzlingly embroidered on the teacup.

“Let’s check for yourself.”

Katharine, she smiled confidently.