Only I Am Immune to Magic - Only I Am Immune to Magic chapter 109

Episode 109. I shouldn’t be there

“Stop!”

As the blindfolded paladins were about to pull out their swords, Barus hurriedly shouted.

The paladins drew their swords but stared at him in a hesitant manner.

“Nobody has been hurt yet. Shouldn’t all intellectuals precede dialogue over force?”

Varus said with a benevolent face and gestured to the paladins.

The knights saw Panthor approaching through the mud and reluctantly let go of the hilt.

“Are you the captain?”

Aaron asked, blatantly exuding speculation.

Varus smiled and nodded.

“yes. I am Barus, the Heretic Questioner who led them. Please forgive my rudeness.”

“The Heretic Questioner?”

Aaron frowned.

I expected that the Church of Light would be the first to move because it was a group that branded the Dark Elves as traitors.

However, it was a bit surprising that the Heretic Questioner was dispatched rather than a simple investigation team.

‘It’s because of Nesty.’

It wasn’t hard to guess why.

He took the Saint of Light, who was supposed to be locked up in the temple, without an escort and made her disappear for a month.

From the standpoint of the church, it was an unscrupulous act tantamount to kidnapping.

It wasn’t strange that the Heretic Questioner was here, as Nesty must have been looking for him with lights on while he was working in Death Landing.

“If they knew it was the young master approaching, the knights would have gladly opened the way.”

Varus continued to speak quietly.

‘This kid killed Azazel? A passing dog must be laughing.’

But his intentions were completely different.

It is true that the water of life grows in Blade Canyon and the concentration of demonic energy in Death Landing fades, but there is no evidence that it is because of Aaron.

Azazel, the Grand Duke of the Devil, left a strong mark in Death Landing before she died.

It would be possible to find out if the anomaly that was happening now was the smoke screen he sprinkled before resurrecting, or if it was due to some other reason.

“You speak as if you know me.”

“Of course you know. Mineville’s Drake Slayer, Tmolin’s Demon Slayer. Descendant of the great hero Oberyn. Aren’t you Master Aaron?”

Barus recited the nickname Aaron had earned in the past and encouraged him to the fullest.

Nobility is surprisingly simple, and even if you are in a bad mood, your face straightens up quickly when you hear something cheering you up.

“Anyone who knows that would do this to my people?”

However, there were a few nobles who did not.

Either you’re really angry, or you’re just not interested in nicknames like that.

In Aaron’s case, it was both.

“the people… … You mean?”

Varus’ smile completely disappeared.

Calling the renegade who played at the hands of Azazel the people?

Even if it was the thoughtless words of a young boy, I could never pass them by.

“Death Landing became my land a month ago. And the shadow forest where the dark elves live belongs to Death Landing. Then it goes without saying that they are my people.”

“When you say Shadow Forest, do you mean the forest that appeared after the recent disappearance of Blade Gorge?”

“okay. I freed the Dark Elves, who were falsely sealed by your church and allied forces a thousand years ago. And killed Azazel with them. Here’s the proof.”

Aaron took Azazel’s horn and a branch of the water of life from his backpack and threw them.

Varus stared at Aaron with hostile eyes and picked up the object that had fallen at his feet.

“… … hmm. That’s how it happened.”

After staring at the antlers and branches for a long time, he threw them into the fallow field by the side of the road.

Evidence to prove the party’s feat was stuck in the mud that was just beginning to melt.

“… … .”

Despite the blatant provocation, Aaron showed no reaction.

He quietly retrieved the items, brushed off the mud, and stored them in his bag.

Varus looked at him as if he was having fun.

“Now I understand why Azazel has the nickname cunning.”

“Don’t go round and round, just tell the gist.”

“Did you think I would be tricked if you brought Azazel’s horn?”

“… … what?”

Aaron’s face twisted slightly.

Varus admitted to himself that the horn he had just seen belonged to Azazel.

But instead of diminishing, his hostility towards Aaron only grew.

He opened his mouth before Aaron could say anything.

“You knew beforehand that demons appeared in Tmoline. I was there when the goblin appeared in Count Arnin’s family. Isn’t it a strange coincidence? A bastard with no powers suddenly appears and subdues demons and little demons.”

“Sounds crazy! The reason the lord went to Tmolin was because of my sister!”

Enraged at Varus’ words, Rhaast struggled and shouted.

“If you ask the dwarves in Tmolia… … Cuckoo!”

But his cry was short-lived.

One of the paladins surrounding him struck him in the back of the head with a scabbard.

“Sir Rhaast!”

Surprised, Nesty breathed divine power into his bleeding head.

However, the shock was so great that he did not wake up even after the wound was treated.

“What are you doing!”

“You must not fall for the temptation of the renegade. Saint Lady Yeha.”

“We will protect you.”

The Paladins completely separated the struggling Nesti from Raast.

“The knight who becomes a vassal is very loyal. Well, it was enough to brainwash the saintess, so even one article would not have been a big deal.”

Varus nodded with a happy face.

A speech technique that drives the opponent after creating a scenario according to the situation.

It was the most common method used by the Heretic Questioner when interrogating sinners.

“You built a foundation of trust by killing Tmolin’s demons and Arnin’s demons, and completed legitimacy by enticing the saintess. Besides, since Azazel took off her own horns, what could be a more perfect plan?”

As if intoxicated by his perfect reasoning power, he continued talking without pause, his mouth slightly open.

His narrowed eyes were glistening with the madness of false beliefs.

“Now that everything is ready, it must have led the renegade hiding in Blade Gorge. But that ends here. you are… … .”

“Ah, you talk too much.”

Aaron, who had been listening to the story with his arms crossed, cleared his ears and stopped talking.

“I tried to listen to it until the end, but I can’t because my ears will bleed.”

“Hmm, this is my sentence on behalf of the Goddess. Are you saying you’re rejecting the goddess’ sentence now?”

Varus asked, tilting his head.

No human on the continent can be free in front of the light.

Even if he was innocent, if he blocked the sentence of the Heretic Questioner, the agent of divine punishment, that in itself was blasphemy.

“I don’t care if it’s a goddess or anything, so release my people quickly.”

“… … Aren’t you afraid of divine punishment?”

“I don’t really like the Sephiroth.”

“Inoooooum!”

Barus’ half-closed eyes opened wide, and a roar erupted in his ears.

The paladin and the saintess, as well as the distant Pantor, reflexively covered their ears.

Aaron was the only one standing still.

He blew the finger that had been cleaning his ear and looked at Varus.

“I wondered when it would come out like that.”

Varus was standing with a mace, emitting white eyes.

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“Dirty renegade bastard. Finally, you can’t overcome the weight of your sins and confess.”

The divine power flowing from his hand brightly colored the tip of the mace.

Hundreds of sinners have had their heads crushed by this mace so far.

Even if the opponent was a noble, even if he received the blessing of a hero, he could not avoid the mace of the divine punishment.

“You have already committed an unforgivable sin. If you quietly pay for your sins, I will send you to the goddess without pain.”

“It would have been great if I had been a bard with that kind of language skills.”

Aaron shook his head at the sight of Varus’s mouth, which was constantly moving.

With a sad face, he unsheathed the Cosmos and held it in his right hand.

A careless attitude, as if there was no need to draw out the sword.

Varus’s eyes, which had been burning like fire, sank coldly.

“You will regret it.”

Throwing a short word, Varus kicked the ground.

The distance that was only a few steps narrowed in an instant, and the mace fell on Aaron’s head.

coo-!

In the next moment, the ground he was standing on collapsed and a thick cloud of dust rose.

“It shouldn’t be like that.”

“yes?”

The paladins turned their heads at Nesti’s sudden muttering.

Nesty paused for a while, then drooped the corners of her eyes.

“I’m a bit worried.”

“Yeah. stop it The one who just died is a traitor.”

“no. Not Aaron.”

“yes?”

The knights frowned as if they were talking about something.

Nesty pointed to the spot where the dust had risen with a worried face.

“Heretic Questioner. Do you think we should hurry up and save them?”

“What are you saying… … .”

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Before the conversation could continue, the sound of something dragging in the dust was heard.

Nesty put on a frustrated expression before even confirming the identity of the sound.

“It is already over.”

“… … !”

After a while, the dust cleared and the faces of all paladins turned black.

Aaron, who thought his head was crushed to death, was approaching, dragging the bloodied Varus.

“hey. take this.”

He looked at the hardened paladins and threw Varus out like a piece of luggage.

dump-

Falling in front of the Paladins, Varus seemed to have been hit in the face with a blunt weapon, and it was hard to see with his eyes open.

No one would have thought he was alive had it not been for the wheezing that was about to break.

“You are indeed the one who received the power of Azazel.”

Pantor, who had returned before he knew it, said as he took care of the fallen Varus.

“No matter how much you try to cover up your sins, you won’t be able to hide under the light.”

“There are many unknown truths in the world.”

“There is no truth clearer than the light.”

“The light might be. But not the church.”

“… … .”

“I’ll let you know soon. How many things you don’t know.”

“… … Don’t think this is the end.”

Pantor glared at Aaron for a moment, then climbed onto the horse with Varus.

Then he looked down at the saintess and held out her hand.

“Saint Empress, join us… … .”

“I’m not going.”

“If you don’t leave now, your eminence may be in danger.”

“I am proud in front of the goddess.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you not going?”

“… … All right. If that is your will.”

Panthor bit his lip until it bled and gestured to the paladins.

The knights who were holding Nesti and Raast finally freed them and mounted their respective horses.

“Let them go too.”

Panthor was about to move, but Aaron blocked the way.

He pointed to the dark elf whose hands were still tied.

“… … .”

Pantor stared at them with a hard face, then searched for something in the arms of the fainting Varus.

Jinglang!

A heavy bundle of keys fell at Aaron’s feet.

“See you again soon.”

He signaled to start before Aaron could pick up the key.

doo doo doo-

Soon, dozens of horses moved wildly and left.

“f*ckers. To temper.”

Aaron blew away the dust raised by the horses with his hand and approached the Dark Elf.

“Are you okay?”

After everyone was free, Teredal asked, stroking his wrists.

Turning the agent of divine punishment into blood is a felony that is comparable to betrayal.

If the Church of Light’s prestige is the same as it was a thousand years ago, they will now send an army to Oddhaken’s territory.

“huh. don’t worry.”

Aaron shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing and pointed somewhere.

“We have a Joker.”

“… … yes? Did you call me?”

Nesti, who was looking at Raast’s condition, suddenly felt the gaze pouring out and tilted her head.

Only I am immune to magic

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