The Killer’s Otherworld - Chapter 20



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020. Magic (2)

Turning his head, he saw a red-hot ball of fire between Ieri’s outstretched hands. It was as hot as a child’s head, and he could feel that it was incomparably hot compared to ordinary fire. Ikarone quickly rolled his body and distanced himself from Likero. When Ieri saw this, he stretched out his hand and the fireball flew towards Likero at high speed.

Likero, who discovered the fireball, grew wide-eyed and braced himself on his feet, but was unable to jump due to his injured ankle, grimacing in pain.

-Kuuung!

“Khuuuuuck!”

At that moment, a huge explosion occurred that shook the entire mountain. In the aftermath, Icarone, as well as all the werewolves around Likero, were blown far away. What about Likero in the center? There was no way he was safe. His whole body was burning and he was crying out in pain. It was a grotesque sight to see the fire not easily put out, and no matter how much he struggled, it was burning and digging into his flesh.

“Phew, that’s why I didn’t want to use Fireball… Is that okay?”

She winked at Icarone while wiping the sweat that had formed on her forehead. Icarone, who was lying on the floor in a state of shock at her inappropriate behavior and unrealistic appearance, nodded without saying anything.

This woman, with an innocent face that doesn’t seem like she could kill even an ant, annihilates monsters without a care. How many people like this exist? There are too many beings in this world with unmanageable powers. Icarone felt goosebumps even in himself, feeling the beauty in her smile that rose up slightly.

“back!”

Likero, who was struggling in the undying flames, suddenly flew towards Ieri. Likero, who seemed to have used all his strength, flew at the speed of light. With his entire body burning with fire and six sharp claws on his two forelegs, he looked like a demon. The moment the claws, scorched by fire, were about to touch Ieri’s surprised face, they fell to the ground helplessly.

-Crunch!

Raven’s body spun around and cut off Likero’s front leg with a single blow, decapitating the creature. All of its fur had burned off, making the bloodline on its neck more clearly visible.

-Whoaaaaah!

Like fell to the ground, spewing out blood. Raven stood firm in that spot as if he would not let even a single drop of blood touch Ierie, and covered himself in blood. At that moment, the image of the strong yet loyal knight was strongly imprinted on Icarone.

* * *

Temporary barracks for the punitive force.

Despite successfully defeating the werewolf lord and returning, the mood was considerably subdued. This was because the damage was greater than expected. Even though it was late at night, the voices of soldiers groaning in pain echoed throughout the barracks, and women in white clothing ran around to treat them.

Icarone couldn’t take his eyes off the unique treatment despite the drowsiness that was creeping up on him. He placed his hand slightly on the wound and recited a spell. Then, a slightly bright and warm light enveloped his hand, and after five to ten minutes, the bleeding stopped or even the small wounds healed. He could only marvel at the amazing treatment.

Ierie approached Ikarone, who was lying on the bed with her head up and her eyes wide open. Even though she was a lord, she went around tending to the soldiers’ wounds like those women. Although her methods were different from those women’s, she treated them in her own way since she was short on hands. She spoke while looking at Ikarone’s side.

“It’s as if you’re seeing priests treating patients for the first time?”

“Is that magic too?”

At Icarone’s question, she looked at him with an uncomprehending gaze for a moment before continuing.

“There are many things you are seeing for the first time. That is not magic, but divine power. Only priests who worship Maydeia, the Goddess of Life, can do this. Oh, and while we are at it, how about asking for healing here too?”

-widely.

When she tried to touch the scar on her face with her fingers, Icarone slapped her wrist in embarrassment. She stared at her slapped hand as if she was shocked.

“Well, I’m satisfied with what I have now.”

Why was her shocked look so bothersome…? Icarone stuttered like an idiot without realizing it.

Irie raised her head again and spoke with an indifferent expression.

“I see. The wound is deeper than I thought. I need to stop the bleeding first.”

She touched Icarone’s wounds like the other priests.

“Hmm.”

As Icarone flinched slightly, Ierie continued speaking while keeping her gaze fixed on him.

“Please be patient. This is precision work, so if you move it, it will go out of alignment.”

Was the nurse-like tone of voice a mistake? After about a minute, she took her hand away and said.

“It must feel like your flesh is being ripped off, but you’re holding it together well, right?”

What is that refreshing face that seems to have taken revenge? Icarone smiled bitterly as she watched Ierie speaking with a playful expression and looked at the wound. But wasn’t the place where Likero’s nail had cut her and split open completely closed? Even the women who were called priests could only stop the bleeding from a wound of this level.

Icarone looked back at her with eyes like a startled rabbit and said.

“Isn’t the lord a priest?”

She smiled and nodded.

“It’s a part of bio-magic. It’s a lot more difficult than dismantling, but the body is still made of mana. However, it can’t be restored like the priests. It’s more like connecting blood vessels, closing wounds, or setting bones?”

Icarone, who vaguely understood, nodded and continued speaking.

“Why couldn’t Likero dismantle it in one go? Because it was strong?”

“Well, that’s right. The more mana the target has, the higher its cohesion and the more complex the biological formula becomes. That’s why I used Fireball instead.”

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If you have a lot of mana, it means that you will be less likely to die like those poor werewolves back then without being able to do anything. Icarone continued to ask questions, feeling relieved that there was still a way. This was because, since this was his first time encountering magic, he thought that he should learn as much as he could while he could.

“Then how can I increase my mana? Are there many people who use magic like the lord?”

She smiled brightly, not showing any sign of being annoyed by the continuous questions, and opened her mouth again. At that moment, a shadow fell and a deep voice was heard.

“There are less than a hundred of them in the entire world of Eidos. It is an honor for such a person to heal you. My lord, the soldiers’ treatment is almost finished. Please go in and rest.”

“Ah, if it’s what the captain says, then I have to listen.”

At Raven’s words, Irie stood up from her seat and continued speaking.

“Oh, Lady Icarone, you will be coming to the Byren Castle to congratulate the punitive force, right? You must not escape anywhere. Do you understand?”

Byren? I have heard that Ierie is the lord of Byren. Perhaps these villages are part of the territory called Byren, and Byren Castle is the castle where she resides. There is also the reason I got Ray, but this is all for a reward, and I have no intention of giving up.

Icarone looked up at Raven and answered.

“Extra allowance.”

Raven glanced around the platoon and nodded slightly.

“It is only natural that a capable soldier be given a fitting reward. Don’t worry.”

With those words, Raven took Ierie out of the barracks. Icarone watched Ierie waving until they reached the barracks entrance, then turned her head and closed her eyes.

Magic… … It’s quite a scary ability. Was Raven wrapping her sword in white light also a type of magic? It was as if her sword had grown longer, increasing her range and making it easy to cut anything. I wondered what kind of trick she used, but it could also be magic. Could the strange abilities she gained after coming to this world also be magic? These are questions that can’t be solved by just thinking about them alone.

Icarone went to sleep, thinking that he would have to ask Ierie the next time he saw her.

* * *

On the way to Byren Castle.

From the moment of departure, Rechil has been sticking right next to me, peppering me with questions to the point of being annoying. The glares from the muscular men behind him are a bonus. However, it is not as hostile as before.

“When on earth did you get so strong? Or was it like that from the beginning?”

“…….”

“What level are you? I’m 14… but I’m sure you’re over 20?”

I couldn’t continue to ignore it, so I nodded. Then Rechil continued speaking in an excited voice.

“Oh! I’ve never seen someone like that before! How on earth did you get there so quickly? I’ve been hunting with these guys nonstop too…….”

There was a hint of resentment in his tone. Icarone turned his head and looked straight at her as he spoke.

“I lived with all my might, on the brink of death.”

“uh…….”

She was speechless at the cold response, and then they walked forward, looking straight ahead. After two days, they finally arrived at the Byren Castle.

“Wow~.”

“This is incredible…….”

“Hey, don’t be so country.”

Icarone also raised his head at the continuous exclamations from the people.

‘Hoo… … .’

A huge and sturdy castle wall that was easily over 20 meters high. Soldiers were lined up at an angle on top of it. The wide open gate was large enough for twenty men to pass through at a time.

As he entered, countless houses and farmlands spread out before him. Seeing the castle, which was of enormous size and grandeur, unlike what he had known, Icarone realized once again how high a position the lord of this place, Ierie, held.

“Wow~ Long live Lord Ierie!”

“Long live my lord!”

“Long live the punitive force!”

“Long live~!”

As I entered the entrance, I could hear the voices of the gathered residents, waving their hands and welcoming me. Is this how soldiers who returned safely after a campaign feel? Icarone turned his head to look at the loud cheers of people who had nothing to do with him. Everyone who met his eyes smiled brightly and gave him a thumbs up or raised both hands. Strangely, I felt a little comforted by the lack of pretense in their eyes, which had brought me to the brink of death several times.

After the welcome ceremony, each member of the punitive force was given their reward.

The regular mercenary gets 20 gold, and the platoon leader gets 30 gold. Even if they said they would give him an additional allowance, he expected it to be less than the platoon leader. Still, the minimum amount is already far more than the target amount. Ikarone stood before the administrator with anticipation. He asked with his eyes fixed on the documents with a demanding expression.

“Name and affiliation.”

“Icarone, 7th Platoon.”

“Icarone?”

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