The Duke’s Madness - Chapter 12
The Duke’s Madness chapter 12
Warlock Frakil burst out laughing.
“mother? Do you think the sect you belong to is led by a b*tch?”
Arthur narrowed his eyes.
“A sect? What is it?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know. A sect led by the [Millennial Witch]? Or is it a sect led by [the Black Cross]?”
“hmm···. Sorry, but not both.”
Prakil smiled coldly at the answer.
“Looks like you don’t have the heart to talk. Then you have to make them feel inclined to talk.”
A strong flame rose from that laugh and Arthur’s feet.
Arthur, who had predicted that the magic would be cast from the moment Frakil smiled on his lips, easily dodged it.
‘The battle against the wizard is a fight against time. You can’t give me time to prepare the magic.’
With the thought, Arthur vibrated the ring.
At that moment, along with the rising mana, power beyond human limits overflowed from his body.
strengthening the body.
The most basic combat method using mana was cast.
Arthur, who finished his preparations, jumped right into Frakil.
Frakil also responded immediately.
He shouted harshly at the beggars who were watching.
“Get him alive! Otherwise, you will all die today!”
“It means that I will offer you guys as a sacrifice. Didn’t you understand?”
The faces of the beggars are terribly distorted.
However, against that ruthless warlock, no beggar had the courage to protest.
In the end, 50 beggars blocked Arthur’s way.
Arthur opens his mouth to such beggars.
“I plan to kill anyone who gets in my way, is that okay?”
“If you get in my way, I intend to kill you, with or without a grudge. Can I say it again?”
The beggars blink their eyes.
After that, I belatedly understood Arthur’s words and burst out laughing.
“f*ck you for killing us with these f*cking back and forth.”
“Still, I’m more afraid of wizards than swordsmen… If that’s a black magician!”
With a cry, the beggars attack.
It wasn’t that threatening, but there were so many of them that it seemed impossible to avoid them.
‘Uh… Frakil that guy. I haven’t fully shown my skills yet, but I don’t want to waste my energy.’
Arthur, who was worried, shrugged his shoulders.
I didn’t mean to make it easy anyway.
If so, wouldn’t it be okay to overdo it a little?
Concluding, Arthur swings his sword.
At that moment, the heads of the beggars running ahead run away.
The beggars who followed stopped in amazement.
After stopping the charge, they stared blankly at the two corpses that had been decapitated.
The corpses who did not even know why they died were opening their mouths.
However, that was just the beginning.
Blood splashes and throat drops.
The knife, which emits strange light, gently cut a person’s neck as if cutting tofu.
That alone is a problem, but it was too fast.
As soon as it came within range, whether it was lowering its head or avoiding its waist, its head ran away at once.
Because of that, the beggars with their mouths open shouted after breaking the siege in just one minute.
“X feet!! He’s a wizard too!”
The beggars ran away with a cry, and Arthur blinked his eyes.
‘I thought it was just the beginning, but they released me like this?’
After that, Arthur raised the corner of his mouth and muttered.
Lucky for you.
Arthur jumped forward again.
Frakil clicked his tongue at the sight of Arthur rapidly closing the distance.
‘Useless bastards… I’ll have to kill half of them when I’m done.’
They were collected to transport, search, and abandon the corpse, but as expected, they had no loyalty whatsoever.
However, I wasn’t surprised because it was expected.
Frakil infused magic into the completed spell.
The two rings made of magic vibrated violently.
The darkness rising with the noise catches the running Arthur.
It was a different magic from the fireworks from before.
Because of that, Arthur held the sword in reverse, not to avoid it, but to cut it off.
And I stabbed it with all my might.
With the sound of breaking glass, the darkness that held my ankles split in half.
Thanks to that, Arthur regained his freedom and raised his head.
“what? Where have you been?”
With these words, my body leaned.
The harsh shock felt from his side pushed Arthur’s body apart and crashed into the wall.
From the outside, it’s a perfect hit.
However, Prakil muttered incredulously.
“… look at this Are you reacting?”
In the meantime, Arthur, who blocked the blow a moment ago with a meteorite sword, shines his eyes.
“oh… Nice to see you again. Should we call that armor, or shell?”
After that, he quietly pulled back his right arm, which had been strengthened with the power of bloodline, and shouted.
“You know about this ability? Who the hell are you?”
“I told you, but I can’t reveal it. Anyway, we know each other.”
With the answer, Arthur jumps out again.
In line with that movement, Frakil swings his fist.
Strange noises resounded in succession, unsuitable for the sound of metal colliding with shells.
The two of them, who had exchanged dozens of sums in it, spread the same distance as if they had promised.
Taking advantage of that short break, Arthur stole his breath and Frakil tilted his head.
“you···. Is it one ring?”
“yes? My ring?”
“The energy you can feel is Circle 1, but are you hiding your power?”
“No, it’s the 1st circle. You are quicker than you look.”
After that, he glared at Arthur and tried to see his intentions, but it did not come easily.
It was also thanks to the mask he was wearing, but that guy’s voice hadn’t changed since he came here.
It was impossible to distinguish lies from the pitchless voice.
‘… It doesn’t seem like he hid his power, but is it really the 1st circle?’
The swordsman who made 50 beggars retreat and blocked my blow was only 1 circle?
Even if it goes against common sense, it goes against so much.
Because of that, Prakil was genuinely curious and asked a question.
“… What the hell are you?”
“You keep asking the same question. I can’t answer you… And can I sell my eyes?”
In the meantime, Arthur comes in and raises his sword aiming at Frakil’s chin.
Fortunately, thanks to the ability of the lineage that was activated, Frakil, who blocked the blow, immediately counterattacked.
Fists covered in reptilian skin rushed through the air.
Arthur, who looked at the fist without blinking an eye, raised the corner of his mouth.
‘Take care of Undine.’
At that moment, Prakil’s body tilted.
Surprised, Prakil hurriedly tried to balance himself, but it was not easy.
I don’t know what witchcraft I used, but it was because the filth was alive and shaking my ankles.
‘Right! Because it’s a Battle Magician, it had only one ring!’
Frakil tried to regain his balance, but it was too late.
The slanted body was thrown onto the filth as it was, and Arthur did not miss the gap.
The surge of meteoric swords neatly cut off Frakil’s right arm.
With a scream, the enraged Prakil cast two spells that had been completed in advance.
However, since Arthur was already out of position, he was able to dodge easily.
In the meantime, Prakil stood up from his seat and gnashed his teeth.
“… you guys Never, never kill me gracefully.”
At that moment, a strange darkness began to rise.
All the remaining beggars were frightened by the darkness and fled.
Adun was the only one who didn’t leave, hiding behind and watching the scene.
However, even that Adun was eventually abandoned by the darkness of Frakil, which swallowed up the light of the torch.
‘Mi, crazy! Why are those monsters here and making a fuss!’
It was when even Adun disappeared with a cry.
Arthur scratched his chin as he gazed at the darkness emitted by Frakil.
‘hmm···. It’s dangerous. I don’t think I have the skills to instantly realize magic yet, but with that armor, I can buy that time… .’
Future Frakil’s notoriety owed much to that lineage, not magic.
A shell and armor that blocks magic and sword damage.
As long as the lineage was perfectly expressed, there was nothing good about dragging it out for a long time.
After finishing his thoughts, Arthur asks a question.
“By the way, Mr. Frakil. It will block your ability and magic, right?”
“Your lineage. Are you sure you can block magic?”
Prakil’s gaze narrowed.
“You guys… . Are you sure you are an assassin from another school?”
“A different school?”
“The school of warlocks coveted my lineage. It looks like you came out of there.”
Arthur narrowed his eyes.
In the meantime, Frakil, who came to his own conclusion, raises the corners of his mouth.
“But you seem to only be able to use basic magic. That sort of trick won’t work anymore. You better be prepared.”
With the declaration, Frakil, whose entire body is covered in a black shell, moves.
In the meantime, Arthur narrowed his eyes and murmured.
‘I knew that wizards don’t listen to others, but black magicians are even worse… Also, you can misunderstand it on your own.’
After that, he lifted Frakil’s right arm, which he had cut off a moment ago.
Frakil, who was approaching Arthur, grinds his teeth.
“When will you pick it up… !”
Surprised, Prakil opens his mouth.
It was because the assailant raised my severed right arm and bit it out of nowhere.
‘what? Why did my right arm suddenly… .’
Along with the question, a chill passed by on the back of Frakil.
With a strange premonition, Frakil jumped at Arthur again.
In the meantime, Arthur muttered, with blood and flesh smeared around his lips.
“… eww. I expected it, but the blood of the warlock doesn’t taste good. It is bitter and astringent.”
Then, one beat later, he looks at Frakil, who is running toward him.
Prakil, whose entire body was covered in a black shell, looked more like a knight in black armor than a warlock.
With that thought in mind, Arthur jumped up from his seat in the same way.
At that moment, Prakil’s eyes widened.
It was because Arthur had completely disappeared from sight.
Although he is a black magician, he was more surprised because he boasted a more sensitive sense than most knight trainees thanks to his lineage.
‘The battle between the swordsmen is a battle between recognizing each other or not recognizing each other. And now I…’
I didn’t recognize that swordsman who suddenly jumped up.
Thinking this far, Frakil looked at the sword that pierced his chest and shed blood.
“what? Are you breaking through? Hmm… Now that I look at it, it seems that if you can’t handle it, it will break through.”
Frakil slowly looked away at the muttering that came from within.
And he burst into laughter at the sight of a man who was completely covered in a shell, just like himself.
“This crazy. Did you really take away my powers?”
In response to his low muttering, Arthur pulled out the knife he had driven into Frakil’s chest.
Thanks to the proper penetration of the heart, Prakil’s body collapsed on the floor without strength.
Arthur looked at him and murmured.
‘Legendary warlocks are said to have to be killed 100 times, but this person doesn’t seem to have reached that level yet.’
Feeling that the battle was over, Arthur smiled broadly.
“I will use my abilities well, Prakil. In a good place.”
At these words, the dying Prakil looks away.
And slowly open your mouth and ask.
“why… who are you? What is your identity?”
“Oh, I’m tired now. I can’t tell you.”
“… Then why are you trying to kill me? Was my bloodline really the purpose?”
Arthur shook his head and answered the question.
“no. I killed you because you tried to kill me first in the future.”
“That’s why I came to kill you first. It also steals your ability.”
Frakil narrows his eyes.
And he laughed and shouted.
“A madman lies to the end! If you say something like that, I believe… .”
However, I couldn’t speak to the end.
It was because Arthur’s sword, which moved at some point, cut Frakil’s head.
Frakil’s hand fell helplessly.
At the end of it he completely lost his life.
In the silence that followed, Arthur muttered as he looked at Frakil, who had become a corpse.
“In the end, the conversation didn’t work out until the end. But thanks to you, I’m learning one thing.”
Arthur paused briefly.
“I can’t communicate with the black magician. I learned a good lesson. Mr. Frakil.”