Chapter 340: ððšð²ðð¥ ðð®ð§ð®ðð¡ð¬ (4)
âðð¶ð€ð¬ðº.â
Johan inwardly let out a sigh of relief. The enemies were fiercely swinging their swords beside him, but Johan was worried about the wizard who had been behind them from the beginning.
He couldnât help but worry, as the wizard was surrounded by other soldiers and acting as if to declare, âðâð® ð¢ ðžðªð»ð¢ð³ð¥â.
Having interacted with many wizards and being a wizard himself, Johan knew very well how annoying wizards could be in this situation.
Just Jyanina had the potential to bring in terrible monsters and wreak havoc in the area if given the time.
Thatâs why Johan didnât even glance at the wizards when slaughtering the enemies. It would have been troublesome if the opponent dodged or hid out of caution.
Fortunately, the opponent seemed to be inexperienced in this area. If it had been about Suetlg, he might have felt uncomfortable and avoided it, but the opponent didnât notice and stayed still until he was taken by surprise.
In fact, no one here had expected that someone could be killed by throwing a dagger from that distance. . .
âWizard!!â
The guards next to him exclaimed in shock. They couldnât have imagined that he would die from such a distance without any sign.âGulp. . .â
The wizard who had been hit in the neck coughed up blood bubbles. The guards exclaimed with a bewildered expression.
âSpeak! Iâm listening! What should we do?â
âð ð°ð¶. . . ð§ð°ð°ððŽ. . . ð£ðŠð€ð¢ð¶ðŽðŠ ð°ð§ ðºð°ð¶. . .â
With that thought, the wizardâs breath stopped. However, the movement didnât stop. The wizardâs body began to convulse as if he were having a seizure.
âððµâðŽ ð¢ ðŽð±ðªð³ðªðµ!â
Johan was the first to notice. Just like Caenerna had gone berserk in the past, wizards who had a contract with spirits always had to be wary of the price. The more violent and evil the spirit, the higher the price.
The spirits dwelling in Johanâs body let out a low growl. It was a clear sign of rejection, meaning that the opponent was a very violent spirit.
âðð¢ðŽ ðªðµ ððªðšð©ðµð¯ðªð¯ðš? ðð§ ðªðµâðŽ ð¢ ððªðšð©ðµð¯ðªð¯ðš ðŽð±ðªð³ðªðµ, ðªðµ ð€ð¢ð¯âðµ ð£ðŠ ðšð°ð°ð¥-ð¯ð¢ðµð¶ð³ðŠð¥.â
Much of the magical knowledge Johan possessed was learned from Suetlg. Although Johan himself handled magic instinctively, he had no choice but to learn theoretical knowledge from others, and Suetlg was an excellent teacher.
âððð¬ð¢ððð¥ð¥ð², ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ð¢ðð¬ ð¡ðð¯ð ð¬ð¢ðŠð¢ð¥ðð« ððð¢ð¥ð¢ðð¢ðð¬ ðð§ð ð§ððð®ð«ðð¬. ðð©ð¢ð«ð¢ðð¬ ðð¥ð¬ðš ððð§ð ððš ð¥ð¢ð€ð ððšð§ðð«ððððšð«ð¬ ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð¬ð¢ðŠð¢ð¥ðð« ð©ðð«ð¬ðšð§ðð¥ð¢ðð¢ðð¬. . .
âððš, ð¬ðš ð ð¡ðð ð ð¬ð¢ðŠð¢ð¥ðð« ð©ðð«ð¬ðšð§ðð¥ð¢ðð² ððš ðð¡ð ðŠðð¥ðð¯ðšð¥ðð§ð ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ð¢ð ððð¥ð€ðð¥ðŠð®ð«?!
â. . .ððð¥ð¥, ð¬ð¢ð§ðð ð²ðšð® ðððð ð¡ð¢ðŠ ð®ð© ðð§ð ð¬ð®ððð®ðð ð¡ð¢ðŠ, ðð¡ððâð¬ ðð§ ðð±ððð©ðð¢ðšð§. ðð¡ððâð¬ ð§ðšð ð ððšð§ðð«ððð, ð¢ðâð¬ ð ðð¡ð«ððð. . .
âðð¡. ðð¬ ðð¡ðð ð¬ðš?
âððšð® ððð§ ð¬ðð ð¢ð ðð«ðšðŠ ðððð§ðð«ð§ð-ð ðšð§ð âð¬ ð©ðð«ð¬ðšð§ðð¥ð¢ðð², ðð®ð ð¢ð¬ð§âð ð¬ð¡ð ðð«ð«ðšð ðð§ð ðð§ð ðð¢ðð«ðð? ðð¡ððâð¬ ð ðð«ðð¢ð ðð¡ðð ð ðšðð¬ ð°ðð¥ð¥ ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðð¢ð«ð.
âðð¡ðð«ð ðð«ð ðð¥ð¬ðš ð ðð§ðð¥ð ðð§ð ð°ðð«ðŠ ðð¬ð©ðððð¬ ððš ð¡ðð«.
â. . .ðð¡ððâð¬ ðð¥ð¬ðš ð ðð«ðð¢ð ðšð ðð¢ð«ð, ðð®ð ððšðð¬ ð¬ð¡ð ð«ððð¥ð¥ð² ð¡ðð¯ð ðð¡ðð ð¬ð¢ðð? ðð§ð²ð°ðð², ðð¡ð ð«ððð¬ðšð§ ðâðŠ ððð¥ð¥ð¢ð§ð ð²ðšð® ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð¢ð¬. . . ð¬ð¢ð§ðð ð²ðšð®âð«ð ð²ðšð®ð§ð , ð²ðšð®âð¥ð¥ ðŠððð ðŠðð§ð² ðšð©ð©ðšð§ðð§ðð¬ ð¢ð§ ðð¡ð ðð®ðð®ð«ð. ð ð°ðšð§âð ðð ððð¥ð ððš ðð±ð©ð¥ðð¢ð§ ðð¯ðð«ð²ðð¡ð¢ð§ð ððš ð²ðšð® ðð¯ðð«ð² ðð¢ðŠð, ð¬ðš ð¥ððð«ð§ ðð§ð ð«ððŠððŠððð« ð°ðð¥ð¥ ð°ð¡ð¢ð¥ð ðâðŠ ð¬ðð¢ð¥ð¥ ðð¥ð¢ð¯ð.
âðð¡ðð ð ð ð¥ðšðšðŠð² ðð¡ð¢ð§ð ððš ð¬ðð². . . ðâð¥ð¥ ðð¢ð§ð ðð¡ð ðð¥ð¢ð±ð¢ð« ðšð ð¥ð¢ðð ððšð« ð²ðšð®.
âðð¡ððâð¬ ðð¡ð ðšð«ððð« ðšð ð§ððð®ð«ð. ððšð§âð ððð¥ð€ ðð¥ðð¬ð©ð¡ððŠð². ðð§ ðð§ð² ððð¬ð, ð°ð¡ðð§ ð²ðšð® ðŠððð ð ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ð¢ð, ðšðð¬ðð«ð¯ð ð¢ðð¬ ððð¢ð¥ð¢ðð¢ðð¬ ðð§ð ð®ð§ððð«ð¬ððð§ð ð¢ðð¬ ð¢ððð§ðð¢ðð² ðð§ð ð§ððð®ð«ð. ð ð°ð¢ð³ðð«ðâð¬ ð ð«ððððð¬ð ð°ððð©ðšð§ ð¢ð¬ ðšðð¬ðð«ð¯ððð¢ðšð§ ðð§ð ð¢ð§ððð¥ð¥ð¢ð ðð§ðð, ð§ðšð ð©ðšð°ðð«.
âð ð®ð§ððð«ð¬ððð§ð.
âððšð§âð ðð«ð² ððš ð¬ðšð¥ð¯ð ðð¯ðð«ð²ðð¡ð¢ð§ð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ððšð«ðð ðð¬ ð¬ðšðšð§ ðð¬ ð²ðšð® ð¬ðð ð¢ð. ðð¡ðð ð¢ð ð¬ðšðŠððð¡ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ð¬?
âð ð®ð§ððð«ð¬ððð§ð. ððšð§âð ð°ðšð«ð«ð².
Johan grabbed the guy next to him and threw him away. The warrior flew away screaming at the monstrous force.
âEuaaaak!â
The wizardâs body was blown to pieces with the sound of lightning. Sparks also flew at the guards next to him. Struck by lightning, they rolled sideways and convulsed.
âOh my God! Itâs a crazy malevolent spirit!!â
âProtect His Highness!â
Johanâs men were terrified. Although they prided themselves on being well-informed, the power of the malevolent spirit was terrifying. It had knocked out several warriors.
Once again, a flash of fire flashed. Johan grabbed another enemy next to him and threw him. The flying lightning collided with the enemy, burning him.
âðð©ð¢ðµ ð¬ðªð¯ð¥ ð°ð§ ð€ð³ð¢ð»ðº ð£*ðŽðµð¢ð³ð¥ ðªðŽ ðµð©ðªðŽ. . .?!â
One of the surviving guards realized the situation and was shocked. What was that? He was blocking the spiritâs attack with human flesh and bones.
âYour Highness! Youâre being reckless!!â
Johanâs men screamed in shock. The duke, who had seen the extent of his opponent, now lifted two enemies at once, raised them as shields, and began to charge forward.
His men, who were hurriedly following him, unknowingly squeezed their eyes shut. Lightning flashed and flew towards them.
ðð¡ð®ð!
There was a thud as something heavy fell, followed by the smell of burning flesh and clothes. Johan had blocked the enemy by throwing them. The spirit tried to pounce on him in anger. Then Johan threw the remaining enemy again.
In the meantime, the distance was completely closed. Johan looked straight at the spirit.
The spirit didnât attack right away, perhaps because it was exhausted from burning people. However, it wasnât scared. The spirit hissed as if mocking him, making crackling sounds like fire, and glared at Johan while coiling its body like a snake on top of the corpses.
It was strongly felt that he dared to do something.
Johan silently raised Giant Slayer. It was a weapon that had turned many enemies blocking his path today into bloody pulps. However, it was still not a weapon that could harm spirits.
The spirit contracted its body as if to say, âðð³ðº ðªðµ ð°ð¯ð€ðŠ.â Johan swung with all his might. The sound was so loud that the men behind him trembled.
As Giant Slayer touched the spiritâs sphere, a dazzling light flashed and burst out. Electricity traveled through the weapon and into Johanâs hand. The blessing flowing through his blood vessels and the spirit dwelling in his flesh and bones blocked the shock.
And that was the end of it.
With that single blow, the spirit that had been causing such a noisy riot disappeared without a trace.
Before the men or anyone else could react, Valkalmur was the first to react. Valkalmur was startled by the spiritâs sudden disappearance and shook.
Johan, who was frowning at the tingling shock that was running through his body, said to Valkalmur.
âBe quiet, Valkalmur.â
Valkalmur obeyed the order. However, that didnât mean Valkalmurâs surprise had disappeared. Usually, there were cases where spirits ran away or were caught. . .
This was the first time Valkalmur had seen a case where they were annihilated all at once.
Perhaps the lightning spirit that was hit didnât think it would end up like this, so it must have been so provocative.
The spirit that had lived for hundreds of years, but it disappeared so meaninglessly!
âYour Highness, weâre done!â
âYouâve worked hard. Letâs go inside.â
âLet us take the lead this time!â
âNo. . . Itâs fine.â
âWhat do you mean itâs fine! Absolutely not!â
The men said strongly, as if they would never back down this time. They had just seen Johan struck by lightning. He seemed fine, but they couldnât help but worry.
âI donât know when or where that malevolent spirit will attack again. Weâll take the lead.â
âDonât usually spirits who have been badly beaten and run away not show up again?â
âHow can we trust a malevolent spirit! Weâll take the lead!â
âI understand. You donât have to capture him, but if you see anything suspicious, cut his throat right away.â
Johan warned the men because he was worried. If there were more wizards, trying to capture them for no reason could lead to an accident. The men nodded as if to say not to worry.
Valkalmur wanted to say that the spirit hadnât run away, but had died. However, he couldnât communicate it. Valkalmur had to swallow the truth inside.
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
Until the moment Johanâs men ran up the stairs and kicked open the door, Manansir was contemplating whether to run away, fight, or surrender. He had heard the news late because he was too drunk.
âYour Majesty! The enemy has opened the door!â
âR. . . Really?â
âWe should escape through the back door and into the underground passage. . .â
âThereâs a pirate b*stard over there!â
Among the soldiers, Manansir and his men were already being called pirate b*stards who stole ships. As they faced each other across a corridor, Manansirâs guards drew their weapons in terror.
âShhtop, I shurshender!â
Manansir shouted, reaching out his hand as if to calm them down. He didnât know how they had gotten this far, but it was safer to surrender at this point. It would be dangerous to try to escape or resist.
Besides, the other party was a noble, so he wouldnât be able to refuse the custom of surrender.
âShhh, calm down. Iâll shurshender. . .â
However, the enemies did not stop and rushed in. Manansir was bewildered, even in his drunken state, because their momentum didnât seem like that of soldiers accepting a surrender.
âWh. . .at?â
Johanâs men wielded their swords mercilessly. Manansirâs guards were cut deeply, as was Manansir himself. Manansir wailed in the pain that was welling up.
âI shaid I shurrendered!â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
â. . .I think heâs saying heâs surrendering?â
Johanâs men were bewildered. He had already been fatally wounded. . .
He was mumbling nonsense in a slurred pronunciation because he was so drunk, so they thought he was casting some kind of spell, so they stabbed him first, but he said he was surrendering.
âWhat should we do?â
âHeâs in pain, so letâs just cut his throat. Weâll have to report the truth to His Highness the Duke. . .â
âItâs okay. Heâs not the kind of person who would punish us for this.â
Even so, the soldiers raised their swords with grim expressions. Manansir struggled and then died. In the meantime, other soldiers who had captured and interrogated a servant came up from the other side.
âManansir is over here?â
âReally? I havenât seen him. Where is he?â
The soldiers searched the entire floor thoroughly for half a day. Then, after hearing the testimony of the terrified slave, they turned the corpse over just in case.
â. . . . . .sh*t.â
âWill we be punished for this too. . .?â
âDonât talk nonsense, rookie.â
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
âYou killed him? Well, if you killed him, thereâs nothing you can do. Isnât it a battle where you can die if you resist?â
Johan, who was resting downstairs with his guards, said so after hearing the report. The men didnât dare make eye contact and said again.
âIâm sorry. . . I killed him after he surrendered. . .â
âWhy did you kill him?â
âHe was mumbling something, so I thought he was using magic. . .â
âReally? Then itâs that guyâs fault. He should have shouted clearly so that you could hear it well. Good job. Youâve worked hard, so go and rest. Weâll share the rewards when we get back.â
â!â
The men looked at Johan with their eyes wide open. It was very strange to make such an expression with their fierce faces that had experienced all kinds of battles. Johan said in a slightly uncomfortable voice.
âIs there a problem?â
âWe are truly grateful for your grace!â
âThatâs enough. Go and rest.â
Considering that he went through all this trouble because of the guy who stole the boat, Johan didnât really want to leave Manansir alive. If he had lived he would have done something in his own way, but if he had died. . .
âBe sure to pack up everything inside and bring it with you.â
âIsnât that our specialty?â
âAnd take care of that pirateâs body.â
âOh. Are you going to hold a funeral?â
âNo. Iâm going to send it to the Sultan. Itâs a dangerous job, so Iâll have to send one of the eunuchs.â
â. . . . . .â
The men who were listening felt a little sorry for the eunuchs.
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
When the news of the initial defeat came in, the nobles under the Sultan thought it was a false rumor.
âðð ððšð®ð«ð¬ð, ðð¡ð ðð®ð§ð®ðð¡ð¬ ðð«ð ð¬ð©ð«ðððð¢ð§ð ððð¥ð¬ð ð«ð®ðŠðšð«ð¬ ðð ðð¢ð§ ððš ððšð§ððð¢ð§ ðð®ð¡ðð€ð¡ðð«-ð ðšð§ð .
âððš ð²ðšð® ðð¡ð¢ð§ð€ ðð¡ð ðð®ð¥ððð§ ð°ð¢ð¥ð¥ ðð¡ðð§ð ð ð¡ð¢ð¬ ð ðð§ðð«ðð¥? ðð¡ðð² ðð«ð ðð¢ð ð ð¢ð§ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ðšð°ð§ ð ð«ðð¯ð. ððð®ð©ð¢ð ððšðšð¥ð¬.
However, the rumors continued to come in more and more specifically, and eventually some of the surviving soldiers even ran away and testified.
The nobles under the Sultan were shocked and horrified by the report.
If Yeheyman or Suhekhar, who were both excellent commanders, had been defeated, it would have been understandable. However, how could they have eaten up so many troops? They couldnât understand how they could have eaten up so many troops.
Even if they had run away and held out inside the castle, they might have been able to do something, but several nobles fell backwards at the report that they had all been captured as prisoners.
âðð¢ð ð¬ðšðŠððšð§ð ðððð«ðð² ð®ð¬?? ðð ðð¡ð ðð®ð§ð®ðð¡ð¬ ðððð«ðð²ðð ð®ð¬. . .
âðð«ð ð²ðšð® ð¬ðð²ð¢ð§ð ðð¡ðð ðð¡ð ðð®ð§ð®ðð¡ð¬ ð¡ðð¯ð ð ðšð§ð ðŠðð ðð§ð ðððð«ðð²ðð ð®ð¬ ððšð« ð§ðš ð«ððð¬ðšð§ ððš ð©ðð ðð§ ððð¬ððð«ðð¬?! ðð¡ðð²âð«ð ð£ð®ð¬ð ð¬ðð®ð©ð¢ð ðð§ð ð¥ðšð¬ð! ð ððšð¥ð ð²ðšð® ð§ðšð ððš ð¥ððð¯ð ð¢ð ððš ðð¡ð ð¥ðšð¬ðð«!
âððšð®âð«ð ðððððð« ðð¡ðð§ ð ð«ðšð ð®ð ð ðð§ð ðð¡ðð ððšð®ð¥ðð§âð ðð¯ðð§ ðððððð ðšð§ð!
âðð¢ð ð²ðšð® ð£ð®ð¬ð ð¢ð§ð¬ð®ð¥ð ðŠð?!
âðððšð© ð¢ð! ðð¡ðð ð ðšðšð ð°ð¢ð¥ð¥ ð¢ð ððš ððš ðð¢ð ð¡ð ððŠðšð§ð ðšð®ð«ð¬ðð¥ð¯ðð¬ ð¡ðð«ð?
Someone shouted, and the people in the room felt a chill down their spines. There was probably no one in the world who could contain their anger after hearing this defeat.
How many people will die here?
,âðð¶ð€ð¬ðº.â
Johan inwardly let out a sigh of relief. The enemies were fiercely swinging their swords beside him, but Johan was worried about the wizard who had been behind them from the beginning.
He couldnât help but worry, as the wizard was surrounded by other soldiers and acting as if to declare, âðâð® ð¢ ðžðªð»ð¢ð³ð¥â.
Having interacted with many wizards and being a wizard himself, Johan knew very well how annoying wizards could be in this situation.
Just Jyanina had the potential to bring in terrible monsters and wreak havoc in the area if given the time.
Thatâs why Johan didnât even glance at the wizards when slaughtering the enemies. It would have been troublesome if the opponent dodged or hid out of caution.
Fortunately, the opponent seemed to be inexperienced in this area. If it had been about Suetlg, he might have felt uncomfortable and avoided it, but the opponent didnât notice and stayed still until he was taken by surprise.
In fact, no one here had expected that someone could be killed by throwing a dagger from that distance. . .
âWizard!!â
The guards next to him exclaimed in shock. They couldnât have imagined that he would die from such a distance without any sign.
âGulp. . .â
The wizard who had been hit in the neck coughed up blood bubbles. The guards exclaimed with a bewildered expression.
âSpeak! Iâm listening! What should we do?â
âð ð°ð¶. . . ð§ð°ð°ððŽ. . . ð£ðŠð€ð¢ð¶ðŽðŠ ð°ð§ ðºð°ð¶. . .â
With that thought, the wizardâs breath stopped. However, the movement didnât stop. The wizardâs body began to convulse as if he were having a seizure.
âððµâðŽ ð¢ ðŽð±ðªð³ðªðµ!â
Johan was the first to notice. Just like Caenerna had gone berserk in the past, wizards who had a contract with spirits always had to be wary of the price. The more violent and evil the spirit, the higher the price.
The spirits dwelling in Johanâs body let out a low growl. It was a clear sign of rejection, meaning that the opponent was a very violent spirit.
âðð¢ðŽ ðªðµ ððªðšð©ðµð¯ðªð¯ðš? ðð§ ðªðµâðŽ ð¢ ððªðšð©ðµð¯ðªð¯ðš ðŽð±ðªð³ðªðµ, ðªðµ ð€ð¢ð¯âðµ ð£ðŠ ðšð°ð°ð¥-ð¯ð¢ðµð¶ð³ðŠð¥.â
Much of the magical knowledge Johan possessed was learned from Suetlg. Although Johan himself handled magic instinctively, he had no choice but to learn theoretical knowledge from others, and Suetlg was an excellent teacher.
âððð¬ð¢ððð¥ð¥ð², ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ð¢ðð¬ ð¡ðð¯ð ð¬ð¢ðŠð¢ð¥ðð« ððð¢ð¥ð¢ðð¢ðð¬ ðð§ð ð§ððð®ð«ðð¬. ðð©ð¢ð«ð¢ðð¬ ðð¥ð¬ðš ððð§ð ððš ð¥ð¢ð€ð ððšð§ðð«ððððšð«ð¬ ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð¬ð¢ðŠð¢ð¥ðð« ð©ðð«ð¬ðšð§ðð¥ð¢ðð¢ðð¬. . .
âððš, ð¬ðš ð ð¡ðð ð ð¬ð¢ðŠð¢ð¥ðð« ð©ðð«ð¬ðšð§ðð¥ð¢ðð² ððš ðð¡ð ðŠðð¥ðð¯ðšð¥ðð§ð ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ð¢ð ððð¥ð€ðð¥ðŠð®ð«?!
â. . .ððð¥ð¥, ð¬ð¢ð§ðð ð²ðšð® ðððð ð¡ð¢ðŠ ð®ð© ðð§ð ð¬ð®ððð®ðð ð¡ð¢ðŠ, ðð¡ððâð¬ ðð§ ðð±ððð©ðð¢ðšð§. ðð¡ððâð¬ ð§ðšð ð ððšð§ðð«ððð, ð¢ðâð¬ ð ðð¡ð«ððð. . .
âðð¡. ðð¬ ðð¡ðð ð¬ðš?
âððšð® ððð§ ð¬ðð ð¢ð ðð«ðšðŠ ðððð§ðð«ð§ð-ð ðšð§ð âð¬ ð©ðð«ð¬ðšð§ðð¥ð¢ðð², ðð®ð ð¢ð¬ð§âð ð¬ð¡ð ðð«ð«ðšð ðð§ð ðð§ð ðð¢ðð«ðð? ðð¡ððâð¬ ð ðð«ðð¢ð ðð¡ðð ð ðšðð¬ ð°ðð¥ð¥ ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðð¢ð«ð.
âðð¡ðð«ð ðð«ð ðð¥ð¬ðš ð ðð§ðð¥ð ðð§ð ð°ðð«ðŠ ðð¬ð©ðððð¬ ððš ð¡ðð«.
â. . .ðð¡ððâð¬ ðð¥ð¬ðš ð ðð«ðð¢ð ðšð ðð¢ð«ð, ðð®ð ððšðð¬ ð¬ð¡ð ð«ððð¥ð¥ð² ð¡ðð¯ð ðð¡ðð ð¬ð¢ðð? ðð§ð²ð°ðð², ðð¡ð ð«ððð¬ðšð§ ðâðŠ ððð¥ð¥ð¢ð§ð ð²ðšð® ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð¢ð¬. . . ð¬ð¢ð§ðð ð²ðšð®âð«ð ð²ðšð®ð§ð , ð²ðšð®âð¥ð¥ ðŠððð ðŠðð§ð² ðšð©ð©ðšð§ðð§ðð¬ ð¢ð§ ðð¡ð ðð®ðð®ð«ð. ð ð°ðšð§âð ðð ððð¥ð ððš ðð±ð©ð¥ðð¢ð§ ðð¯ðð«ð²ðð¡ð¢ð§ð ððš ð²ðšð® ðð¯ðð«ð² ðð¢ðŠð, ð¬ðš ð¥ððð«ð§ ðð§ð ð«ððŠððŠððð« ð°ðð¥ð¥ ð°ð¡ð¢ð¥ð ðâðŠ ð¬ðð¢ð¥ð¥ ðð¥ð¢ð¯ð.
âðð¡ðð ð ð ð¥ðšðšðŠð² ðð¡ð¢ð§ð ððš ð¬ðð². . . ðâð¥ð¥ ðð¢ð§ð ðð¡ð ðð¥ð¢ð±ð¢ð« ðšð ð¥ð¢ðð ððšð« ð²ðšð®.
âðð¡ððâð¬ ðð¡ð ðšð«ððð« ðšð ð§ððð®ð«ð. ððšð§âð ððð¥ð€ ðð¥ðð¬ð©ð¡ððŠð². ðð§ ðð§ð² ððð¬ð, ð°ð¡ðð§ ð²ðšð® ðŠððð ð ð¬ð©ð¢ð«ð¢ð, ðšðð¬ðð«ð¯ð ð¢ðð¬ ððð¢ð¥ð¢ðð¢ðð¬ ðð§ð ð®ð§ððð«ð¬ððð§ð ð¢ðð¬ ð¢ððð§ðð¢ðð² ðð§ð ð§ððð®ð«ð. ð ð°ð¢ð³ðð«ðâð¬ ð ð«ððððð¬ð ð°ððð©ðšð§ ð¢ð¬ ðšðð¬ðð«ð¯ððð¢ðšð§ ðð§ð ð¢ð§ððð¥ð¥ð¢ð ðð§ðð, ð§ðšð ð©ðšð°ðð«.
âð ð®ð§ððð«ð¬ððð§ð.
âððšð§âð ðð«ð² ððš ð¬ðšð¥ð¯ð ðð¯ðð«ð²ðð¡ð¢ð§ð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ððšð«ðð ðð¬ ð¬ðšðšð§ ðð¬ ð²ðšð® ð¬ðð ð¢ð. ðð¡ðð ð¢ð ð¬ðšðŠððð¡ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ð¬?
âð ð®ð§ððð«ð¬ððð§ð. ððšð§âð ð°ðšð«ð«ð².
Johan grabbed the guy next to him and threw him away. The warrior flew away screaming at the monstrous force.
âEuaaaak!â
The wizardâs body was blown to pieces with the sound of lightning. Sparks also flew at the guards next to him. Struck by lightning, they rolled sideways and convulsed.
âOh my God! Itâs a crazy malevolent spirit!!â
âProtect His Highness!â
Johanâs men were terrified. Although they prided themselves on being well-informed, the power of the malevolent spirit was terrifying. It had knocked out several warriors.
Once again, a flash of fire flashed. Johan grabbed another enemy next to him and threw him. The flying lightning collided with the enemy, burning him.
âðð©ð¢ðµ ð¬ðªð¯ð¥ ð°ð§ ð€ð³ð¢ð»ðº ð£*ðŽðµð¢ð³ð¥ ðªðŽ ðµð©ðªðŽ. . .?!â
One of the surviving guards realized the situation and was shocked. What was that? He was blocking the spiritâs attack with human flesh and bones.
âYour Highness! Youâre being reckless!!â
Johanâs men screamed in shock. The duke, who had seen the extent of his opponent, now lifted two enemies at once, raised them as shields, and began to charge forward.
His men, who were hurriedly following him, unknowingly squeezed their eyes shut. Lightning flashed and flew towards them.
ðð¡ð®ð!
There was a thud as something heavy fell, followed by the smell of burning flesh and clothes. Johan had blocked the enemy by throwing them. The spirit tried to pounce on him in anger. Then Johan threw the remaining enemy again.
In the meantime, the distance was completely closed. Johan looked straight at the spirit.
The spirit didnât attack right away, perhaps because it was exhausted from burning people. However, it wasnât scared. The spirit hissed as if mocking him, making crackling sounds like fire, and glared at Johan while coiling its body like a snake on top of the corpses.
It was strongly felt that he dared to do something.
Johan silently raised Giant Slayer. It was a weapon that had turned many enemies blocking his path today into bloody pulps. However, it was still not a weapon that could harm spirits.
The spirit contracted its body as if to say, âðð³ðº ðªðµ ð°ð¯ð€ðŠ.â Johan swung with all his might. The sound was so loud that the men behind him trembled.
As Giant Slayer touched the spiritâs sphere, a dazzling light flashed and burst out. Electricity traveled through the weapon and into Johanâs hand. The blessing flowing through his blood vessels and the spirit dwelling in his flesh and bones blocked the shock.
And that was the end of it.
With that single blow, the spirit that had been causing such a noisy riot disappeared without a trace.
Before the men or anyone else could react, Valkalmur was the first to react. Valkalmur was startled by the spiritâs sudden disappearance and shook.
Johan, who was frowning at the tingling shock that was running through his body, said to Valkalmur.
âBe quiet, Valkalmur.â
Valkalmur obeyed the order. However, that didnât mean Valkalmurâs surprise had disappeared. Usually, there were cases where spirits ran away or were caught. . .
This was the first time Valkalmur had seen a case where they were annihilated all at once.
Perhaps the lightning spirit that was hit didnât think it would end up like this, so it must have been so provocative.
The spirit that had lived for hundreds of years, but it disappeared so meaninglessly!
âYour Highness, weâre done!â
âYouâve worked hard. Letâs go inside.â
âLet us take the lead this time!â
âNo. . . Itâs fine.â
âWhat do you mean itâs fine! Absolutely not!â
The men said strongly, as if they would never back down this time. They had just seen Johan struck by lightning. He seemed fine, but they couldnât help but worry.
âI donât know when or where that malevolent spirit will attack again. Weâll take the lead.â
âDonât usually spirits who have been badly beaten and run away not show up again?â
âHow can we trust a malevolent spirit! Weâll take the lead!â
âI understand. You donât have to capture him, but if you see anything suspicious, cut his throat right away.â
Johan warned the men because he was worried. If there were more wizards, trying to capture them for no reason could lead to an accident. The men nodded as if to say not to worry.
Valkalmur wanted to say that the spirit hadnât run away, but had died. However, he couldnât communicate it. Valkalmur had to swallow the truth inside.
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
Until the moment Johanâs men ran up the stairs and kicked open the door, Manansir was contemplating whether to run away, fight, or surrender. He had heard the news late because he was too drunk.
âYour Majesty! The enemy has opened the door!â
âR. . . Really?â
âWe should escape through the back door and into the underground passage. . .â
âThereâs a pirate b*stard over there!â
Among the soldiers, Manansir and his men were already being called pirate b*stards who stole ships. As they faced each other across a corridor, Manansirâs guards drew their weapons in terror.
âShhtop, I shurshender!â
Manansir shouted, reaching out his hand as if to calm them down. He didnât know how they had gotten this far, but it was safer to surrender at this point. It would be dangerous to try to escape or resist.
Besides, the other party was a noble, so he wouldnât be able to refuse the custom of surrender.
âShhh, calm down. Iâll shurshender. . .â
However, the enemies did not stop and rushed in. Manansir was bewildered, even in his drunken state, because their momentum didnât seem like that of soldiers accepting a surrender.
âWh. . .at?â
Johanâs men wielded their swords mercilessly. Manansirâs guards were cut deeply, as was Manansir himself. Manansir wailed in the pain that was welling up.
âI shaid I shurrendered!â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
â. . .I think heâs saying heâs surrendering?â
Johanâs men were bewildered. He had already been fatally wounded. . .
He was mumbling nonsense in a slurred pronunciation because he was so drunk, so they thought he was casting some kind of spell, so they stabbed him first, but he said he was surrendering.
âWhat should we do?â
âHeâs in pain, so letâs just cut his throat. Weâll have to report the truth to His Highness the Duke. . .â
âItâs okay. Heâs not the kind of person who would punish us for this.â
Even so, the soldiers raised their swords with grim expressions. Manansir struggled and then died. In the meantime, other soldiers who had captured and interrogated a servant came up from the other side.
âManansir is over here?â
âReally? I havenât seen him. Where is he?â
The soldiers searched the entire floor thoroughly for half a day. Then, after hearing the testimony of the terrified slave, they turned the corpse over just in case.
â. . . . . .sh*t.â
âWill we be punished for this too. . .?â
âDonât talk nonsense, rookie.â
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
âYou killed him? Well, if you killed him, thereâs nothing you can do. Isnât it a battle where you can die if you resist?â
Johan, who was resting downstairs with his guards, said so after hearing the report. The men didnât dare make eye contact and said again.
âIâm sorry. . . I killed him after he surrendered. . .â
âWhy did you kill him?â
âHe was mumbling something, so I thought he was using magic. . .â
âReally? Then itâs that guyâs fault. He should have shouted clearly so that you could hear it well. Good job. Youâve worked hard, so go and rest. Weâll share the rewards when we get back.â
â!â
The men looked at Johan with their eyes wide open. It was very strange to make such an expression with their fierce faces that had experienced all kinds of battles. Johan said in a slightly uncomfortable voice.
âIs there a problem?â
âWe are truly grateful for your grace!â
âThatâs enough. Go and rest.â
Considering that he went through all this trouble because of the guy who stole the boat, Johan didnât really want to leave Manansir alive. If he had lived he would have done something in his own way, but if he had died. . .
âBe sure to pack up everything inside and bring it with you.â
âIsnât that our specialty?â
âAnd take care of that pirateâs body.â
âOh. Are you going to hold a funeral?â
âNo. Iâm going to send it to the Sultan. Itâs a dangerous job, so Iâll have to send one of the eunuchs.â
â. . . . . .â
The men who were listening felt a little sorry for the eunuchs.
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
When the news of the initial defeat came in, the nobles under the Sultan thought it was a false rumor.
âðð ððšð®ð«ð¬ð, ðð¡ð ðð®ð§ð®ðð¡ð¬ ðð«ð ð¬ð©ð«ðððð¢ð§ð ððð¥ð¬ð ð«ð®ðŠðšð«ð¬ ðð ðð¢ð§ ððš ððšð§ððð¢ð§ ðð®ð¡ðð€ð¡ðð«-ð ðšð§ð .
âððš ð²ðšð® ðð¡ð¢ð§ð€ ðð¡ð ðð®ð¥ððð§ ð°ð¢ð¥ð¥ ðð¡ðð§ð ð ð¡ð¢ð¬ ð ðð§ðð«ðð¥? ðð¡ðð² ðð«ð ðð¢ð ð ð¢ð§ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ðšð°ð§ ð ð«ðð¯ð. ððð®ð©ð¢ð ððšðšð¥ð¬.
However, the rumors continued to come in more and more specifically, and eventually some of the surviving soldiers even ran away and testified.
The nobles under the Sultan were shocked and horrified by the report.
If Yeheyman or Suhekhar, who were both excellent commanders, had been defeated, it would have been understandable. However, how could they have eaten up so many troops? They couldnât understand how they could have eaten up so many troops.
Even if they had run away and held out inside the castle, they might have been able to do something, but several nobles fell backwards at the report that they had all been captured as prisoners.
âðð¢ð ð¬ðšðŠððšð§ð ðððð«ðð² ð®ð¬?? ðð ðð¡ð ðð®ð§ð®ðð¡ð¬ ðððð«ðð²ðð ð®ð¬. . .
âðð«ð ð²ðšð® ð¬ðð²ð¢ð§ð ðð¡ðð ðð¡ð ðð®ð§ð®ðð¡ð¬ ð¡ðð¯ð ð ðšð§ð ðŠðð ðð§ð ðððð«ðð²ðð ð®ð¬ ððšð« ð§ðš ð«ððð¬ðšð§ ððš ð©ðð ðð§ ððð¬ððð«ðð¬?! ðð¡ðð²âð«ð ð£ð®ð¬ð ð¬ðð®ð©ð¢ð ðð§ð ð¥ðšð¬ð! ð ððšð¥ð ð²ðšð® ð§ðšð ððš ð¥ððð¯ð ð¢ð ððš ðð¡ð ð¥ðšð¬ðð«!
âððšð®âð«ð ðððððð« ðð¡ðð§ ð ð«ðšð ð®ð ð ðð§ð ðð¡ðð ððšð®ð¥ðð§âð ðð¯ðð§ ðððððð ðšð§ð!
âðð¢ð ð²ðšð® ð£ð®ð¬ð ð¢ð§ð¬ð®ð¥ð ðŠð?!
âðððšð© ð¢ð! ðð¡ðð ð ðšðšð ð°ð¢ð¥ð¥ ð¢ð ððš ððš ðð¢ð ð¡ð ððŠðšð§ð ðšð®ð«ð¬ðð¥ð¯ðð¬ ð¡ðð«ð?
Someone shouted, and the people in the room felt a chill down their spines. There was probably no one in the world who could contain their anger after hearing this defeat.
How many people will die here?