Episode 569. Youâre Mean, Even Behind Your Back (3)
Matisse, a senior in Black Magic, speaks up.
âYou wouldnât have gotten that far.â
Behind him, black magic power was already rising.
Indeed, if Matisseâs black magic is manifested, even if it is Barbatos, who leaves no trace of magical power.
I doubt weâll be able to trace it.
The fabric of black magic is the past and background.
Even if heâs cast off his powers.
There must be something left where Barbatos left off.
But Marcelo added.
âI understand your sentiment, Senior Matisse, but.â
Iâve said it many times, black magic is dangerous. Even if I wasnât âblackened,â as they say, there was the possibility that the manifestor could be consumed by the black magic and become waste.
âThe opponent is the Ten Thrones.â
It was an implied statement.
If you dared to peek into the past and background of the Ten Thrones.
There was no telling what the aftermath would be.
But Matisse nodded grimly.
âIâm ready to consider it an honor.â
Youâre more than just reliable, youâre cool, Senior Matisse.
Once upon a time, when I was a humble parachutist.
I would have been tempted to rely on you for everything.
But.
âYour request will be withdrawn with the authority of the Chief, Matisse.â
Not anymore.
Ending with the Shadow Mercenaries.
Because Iâm no longer willing to accept anyoneâs sacrifice.
âIâm not willing to lose anyone.â
Matisse politely asked back.
âI understand your concerns, Tower Master and Chief. But now that Barbatos has given up his power. I donât think he should be allowed to live.â
The current mood in the Crystal Hall?
It was the exact opposite of Matisseâs solemnity.
Most players seemed a little excited.
âThen doesnât that mean he actually committed suicide?â
âBarbatos, thatâs only a high-level scarecrow now, right?â
âHow can we be lucky enough to hunt it?! â
Matisse said, looking at them.
âThrowing away a power more precious than life and running away. Barbatos must have his next purpose, and whatever it is, we must not be swayed, soâ¦â¦.â
The black magic, with a little more sparkle.
Despite my dissuasion, Matisse did not seem to change his mind.
If thatâs the case, I guess I have no choice but to show this side too, right?
âYou have nothing to fear, Matisse.â
Why, even if itâs the Ten Thrones, itâs still the demon in the end, right?
And who am I?
The demonâs natural enemy, the [Demon Hunter].
The Akshan was full of such Demon Hunters.
The last survivor of that Akshan, and now its leader.
I cleared my throat and swallowed.
âOf course, Iâm the leader because Iâm the only one.â
Anyway, I opened my mouth to show him the proof.
âIâm calling you.â
Of course.
Still, no one had moved a muscle in the Crystal Hall. Not to mention the crowd of players and the Todayâs Arcana crew thatâs still filming.
âI really donât like this.â
It canât be helped, Hoyeol.
Sometimes you have to give up something to keep something.
At this moment, I have to give up my pretensions and shame â¦â¦!
âTempest over the horizon.â
A vision that flickers while exhaling.
[Skill, âAkshanâs Guardian Spiritâ is activated].
And then, in the Crystal Hall, the face of Akshan, the outstanding beautiful Akshan Wolf, appears. Itâs been a while since Iâve heard his name. Tempest strode over to me and stuck his huge head in.
Buck-buck.
I patted Tempest on the back and said.
âI havenât neglected you, Iâve just been waiting for the right time.â
You make excuses so shamelessly, right, Granfell?
I suppose the good news is that Tempest was convinced.
If it were a cat, it wouldnât even pretend to listen.
âWhy, just like Tower Master did.â
I take a moment to be grateful that Akshanâs guardian spirit is not a cat.
âAuuuuuuuuu-â
Was that one word and a brief petting enough?
Tempest let out a howl.
It immediately began tracking Barbatosâs scent.
Another flicker of vision.
[The Guardian Spirit of Akshan, âAkshan Wolfâ, tracks the demon].
[All the demons in the Land of Anomalies, âSeoulâ, cower in fear].
[All demons in the Land of Anomalies, âSeoulâ have their stats reduced].
The Crystal Hall begins to stir.
âIt must have occurred to other players as well.â
Well, thatâs understandable.
Demon Hunters are different.
The Akshan Wolf has been treated well since the days when Arcana was just a game.
âAkshan Wolf!!!â
âSee, heâs related to Akshan?â
âWas the rumor that his class is a demon hunter real â¦â¦?â
âNo, if youâre going to be so sure about that, then what is the Magic Tower?â
However, it seemed like there was greater interest in the other side.
âIâm sure heâd be happy to tell you if you asked in a formal manner.â
Of course, no one would ask me such a trivial question at this point, given the seriousness of my expression. You can tell just by looking at the broadcasting station staff that they canât live with the feeling of a scoop, right?
Letâs see.
I rack my brains.
I wonder if I can track down Barbatos with just Tempest.
âUnder normal circumstances.â
I would have just relaxed and let Tempest take care of everything.
But these were not normal times.
The opponent is the Demon King of the Eighth Throne.
Barbatos clearly had a dream.
To track him down more surely.
âMatisse is right.â
It was necessary to call upon the power of black magic.
In that sense.
You can imagine my internal conflict.
Reluctantly, I opened my mouth.
âAnswer my call.â
As I said, I will throw away my shame and disgrace today, I vowed. Then, as if waiting for me, our Grandfell spoke a second name â¦â¦!
âDiend Chrysiad Eternal Darkness.â
A fitting name, itself.
The spirit of darkness.
Diend (The End).
Creeping.
And then, out of thin air, Deend.
A combination of Diend and Tempest.
Iâll be able to track Barbatos soon enough.
My natural enemyâs senses were telling me that this was enough.
Of course, my other senses were hard at work.
âDi, diend what?!â
âWhatâs so long, it canât be a name,â¦..â
âOh, it canât be some kind of spell to summon Diend, right, â¦â¦! Eternal Darkness. Itâs probably closer to the probability of a spell than the probability of such a name existing in the world!â
Iâll never get used to this, this shame.
If it were just me, I might have followed Barbatos into a rat hole after he cut off his tail and ran away, I swear. Thank you for sticking by my side, Grandfell â¦!