Chapter 147 : Chapter 147
Chapter 147
Mogul, looking at the wizard and the wooden doll moving busily saying they would install a magic circle, muttered as if fascinated.
“I really don’t know what that guy is.”
At that voice, Sven, who was maintaining his greatsword, spoke brusquely.
“Stop glaring. Didn’t they say it’s impossible to spar because it’s a golem made by the Forest Witch. He said dodging your axe was a coincidence too, so give up your lingering attachment.”
“I’m telling you it wasn’t a coincidence! It clearly saw the axe and dodged!”
“To be seen through by a mere golem, that’s even more shameful.”
“Crazy bastard, do you think there is even one among the knights you boast of who can block my axe? I’m telling you that doll is special. Even the walk was different!”
Sven, lifting his head briefly and looking at the wooden doll, nodded.
“Didn’t they say it’s a doll made by the Forest Witch. Since it’s a doll made by a monster of the depths, it must be that special. Perhaps it imitated human techniques?”
At those words, Mogul narrowed his brow.
“It definitely wasn’t human aura…….”
Sven, glancing at Mogul, moved his eyes once again to look where the doll was, but still felt no aura.
“Still feel no aura.”
“Tsk, if you say so, then maybe…….”
Nevertheless, Mogul glared at the doll with a frowning face.
Because the domineering and ferocious aura felt the moment that doll appeared with the two wizards was not a simple illusion.
“Stop glaring, as long as it’s not an enemy, isn’t it fine.”
“Right, that is true too.”
Mogul, leaving the uneasiness behind, moved lightly and warmed up.
“If you rested enough, let’s start again.”
At Mogul’s words, Sven looked around with a crumpled face.
Devastated ground and deep sword marks engraved on trees as if a battle had already ended.
It was the trace left by rushing like a mad dog saying ‘let’s warm up’ after arriving running for hours at the words that that ignorant guy might be in danger.
“I decline wasting strength uselessly anymore.”
“So, I said let’s not use mana?”
Sven lifted his head and looked at Mogul who looked ready to rush any moment.
‘That guy must really think it doesn’t matter as long as mana isn’t used.’
Even before becoming a Master, he boasted a body tougher than anyone else and was a guy who continued sparring over five or six times once started.
Listing stamina or concentration and such wouldn’t make a dent.
“Huh? Why, or are you scared?”
Seeing the guy sneering with a provocation that didn’t work with a stupid face just like when young, I naturally felt bad.
“Ignorant bastard, how have you not changed a bit in that long time. Do you have no sense of crisis?”
“Ah, stop blabbering and let’s warm up!”
Seeing Mogul huffing and swinging his axe, the corners of Sven’s mouth went up.
‘It’s been a long time feeling like this.’
It was a face he saw every day when young.
A guy so tiresome he saw him three or four times a week even after both became Counts.
‘Contact was cut off, was it after the Duke left as expected.’
To be precise, they were just faithful to their roles.
Mogul just held his breath and hid his body according to the Duke’s request, and he just guarded the fortress that used to be bustling alone.
“What are you looking at so unluckily?”
Just hearing that ignorant voice, I had to hold back the laughter about to burst out.
‘If I say his voice is ignorant, he’ll run wild like a mad dog, but no matter how I listen, it’s an ignorant voice.’
“Just, fascinating.”
“What is?”
As Mogul, smacking his lips as if giving up on sparring and putting down the axe, asked brusquely, Sven smirked and said.
“Ian, that guy. Wondering if he is also Moner.”
“Huh?”
Mogul, tilting his head, laughed heartily at Ian’s praise and answered.
“Uhahat! That guy is indeed an amazing guy. Who would have imagined he could move the Magic Tower!”
“Ignorant bastard, not the Magic Tower but a wizard.”
“Didn’t you say that old man is a Tower Lord? Is Magic Tower anything special. Building a plausible building and if that old man insists it’s a Magic Tower, then it’s a Magic Tower.”
At Mogul’s words, Sven raised his head and looked at Garius.
When in the fortress, he didn’t pay much attention thinking he was a stranger, but Garius is a 6th circle archmage, one of the elders of the Magic Tower and serving as a Tower Lord of one tower.
An archmage who can twist reality and create miracles with magic.
To stand on the same battlefield as a Tower Lord difficult to see even once a year. Without the Young Duke, it would have been unimaginable.
“Certainly, that is also an amazing thing.”
As long as he is under restriction, establishing an independent Magic Tower would be impossible, but the fact that an archmage moved at the Young Duke’s words was undeniable.
“An amazing thing indeed. Do you remember the Duke struggling to move the Magic Tower?”
Sven, recalling the tussle between the Duke and the Magic Tower just before the Duke disappeared, nodded.
“…He did.”
“What do you mean he did. At that time, the Tower Lords he threatened must number at least ten. He just barely didn’t cross the line, but at that time he really intended to destroy the Magic Tower.”
After that, the quality of goods supplied by the Magic Tower dropped drastically.
It was also around then that the Magic Tower started playing tricks with magic stone prices.
“Tsk, should have destroyed a few back then.”
“……?”
As if there is a limit even to ignorance, when Sven looked at Mogul with a serious face, he crumpled his face.
“I don’t know what happened to cause such a fuss, but in the end, it means a wizard was needed. The reason he disappeared for this long must also be because there was no wizard.”
Mogul, slumping down next to Sven, scratched his head looking at Garius preparing the magic circle.
“Seems like communication works better than expected, maybe they would have changed their minds if a few towers were destroyed.”
At Mogul’s words feeling regret, Sven shook his head.
“Ignorant bastard, the Magic Tower absolutely does not bow to power. Rather than breaking under power, they are guys who would give up that land and hide.”
The reason the Duke didn’t cross the line until the end must be because he couldn’t move the Magic Tower with power.
If he thought he could move them with power, he would have destroyed the Magic Tower even if it meant making enemies of all Magic Towers on the continent.
“Must be so as expected.”
Of course, Mogul knew that much too.
“Still, wouldn’t he have felt better if he destroyed a few. Wouldn’t have been this frustrated either.”
Just brought it up out of longing for his close friend and lord to whom he offered his weapon.
Seeing that state, Sven suddenly narrowed his brow and stood up.
“Tiresome bastard, doing all sorts of things.”
“Me? What?”
Looking at Mogul tilting his head, Sven spoke brusquely.
“Enough. I will drive you to the brink of death, so pick up your axe.”
“……?”
“It’s frustrating seeing you pretending to be pitiful with that bulk.”
Seeing Sven raising his greatsword with a frown, Mogul, raising the corners of his mouth grinning, gripped his axe.
* * *
Kwaaang!
“Ah shit, starting again.”
Jeremy, frowning at the wind rushing with the roar heard from afar, grumbled.
“No matter if they are Masters and nobles. How important concentration is in drawing magic circles.”
Carefully correcting the shaken magic circle, and just as he was about to straighten his back finally.
Kwaaang!
“Aak! Shook again! Go a bit far away or something. Why do that bullshit nearby!”
Glaring nervously at where the two Counts were, the greatsword and axe were clashing at speeds invisible to the eye.
Kang! Kang! Kang! Kwaaang!
Watching the sparks echoing every time weapons clashed and the two figures bouncing off as if exploding occasionally, Jeremy shook his head, then looked at the doll and asked as if complaining.
“Brother, are all knights originally like that?”
- ?, ?, ?
“I know knights have slime in their heads, but still, I thought something would change if they became Masters.”
The doll nodded proudly and floated words above his forehead.
- Knight, strong, natural.
“No, not asking if strong or weak. Originally like that…….”
Jeremy, about to ask if their heads are only full of slime, swallowed his words seeing the doll looking enviously at the two Counts.
“Ha, forget it. What would I talk about with you, brother.”
Come to think of it, didn’t they say a knight’s soul entered the doll too.
It’s just that they haven’t had a conversation worthy of conversation, but the possibility that this side isn’t normal either was high.
Just seeing him playing golem at the witch’s house and practicing swordsmanship makes it certain somewhere in his mind is greatly wrong.
“Tsk, that’s why seniors warned so much not to associate with guys who have nothing but slime in their brains.”
Making a barrier with magic against the still rushing wind, Jeremy with a crumpled face looked at the two Counts again.
“Certainly, they fight well indeed…….”
- Human, quite, amazing.
“Quite my foot. Both are said to be Masters, at that level, compared to something like me, it’s a distant mountain. When I met Count Sven earlier, I was really deceived.”
Clearly, when he first faced Count Sven, he thought he was a normal person.
Unlike the knights he had seen so far, he felt the leisure and aura unique to the strong from Sven, and above all, he looked serious.
‘Master also said both Counts are amazing people.’
“But seeing that bandit-like Count rush at you, brother, makes me wonder if a knight is just a knight.”
When Mogul swung his axe at the doll, his heart almost stopped thinking the doll died.
It was fortunate the doll dodged by luck, if he hadn’t dodged, the doll would have been cut in two right there.
Swinging an axe abruptly because he felt an ominous aura, isn’t it an action incomprehensible to a wizard, a cultured person and symbol of wisdom.
“Really, there are no normal ones among knights. Don’t you agree?”
At Jeremy’s question, the doll staring blankly at the two’s fight urgently floated words.
- Me, aura, provocation.
“Ah, you mean Count Mogul provoked with aura? Really can’t understand how such a person became a Count.”
Jeremy, narrowing his brow recalling Mogul, belatedly read the words floating on the doll.
- Me, me, me.
…….
- Me, me, me.
“Don’t tell me, earlier you really provoked him first, brother?”
- Provocation, spar, failure.
Seeing the doll nodding confidently, Jeremy muttered as if futile.
“See, I told you there are no normal ones?”
- Re-challenge, opportunity, success.
“Shut up and fix over there.”