Desir approached the soldiers who had lost their rationality, and placed his hands on their heads. He attempted to invert the magic currently possessing them.
âSo thatâs why.â
Desir spoke to the members of Desirâs group. âIâve figured out why we canât invert the spell.â
The first thing Desir had tried when he saw the soldiers was to invert the spell. There was no other plausible explanation for the infection other than magic.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldnât invert the spell. No matter how hard he searched, he just couldnât find any spell on them to invert in the first place.
After examining the soldiers, he was able to realize why he was unable to detect any magic. . âThe soldiers werenât individually possessed by the mind controlling spell. They were connected to the spells that the magician was arranging from a remote point.â
Desir pointed towards the blood that was running down from the soldiersâ face.
âThis isnât ordinary blood. Itâs a conduit for the magician to arrange his spells through.â
This formless magic was well beyond human knowledge and ignored several theories that were the foundation of magic, as they knew it.
Undoubtedly, it was a form of Vision Magic. *Boom*
When the sound of an explosion came from somewhere nearby, Desir raised his head and looked around.
Black smoke billowed up from another location in the outskirts of the city. The Outsiders were still continuing their assault.
Desir didnât hesitate in giving orders to Romantica. He needed information in order to accurately grasp the situation.
âRomantica⦠can you confirm the direction of the flow of the black smoke for me?â âUnderstood.â
Romantica, busy invoking the spell, didnât seem very happy.
âThe Outsiders have entered the castle and are now heading towards the harbor. The number of infected people is increasing and if this goes on⦠â
Desir gave orders to a nearby soldier.
âPlease hurry and communicate the current situation to Colonel Yuta. We should give up on the defense of the rampart and go defend the harbor.â
The harbor was the focal point for the supply route. No matter how hard they tried to hold the rampart, if the harbor was destroyed, then none of their efforts would matter.
Desir spoke towards the remaining soldiers.
âThere are two ways we can resolve this situation. The first way is to pull the blood out of their body. The blood that is the catalyst of the spell.â
To do so, however, was impossible. It would mean death for the soldiers. âThe second way is to get rid of the magician who is performing this spell.â
Desir was thinking that if they directly confronted the magician, they would definitely be able to stop the spell.
Even if they couldnât invert the magic, if they could get rid of the magician, the spell would be broken.
âIf we follow the trail of mana coming from the catalyst, we can find the magician and put an end to all this.â
* * *
The room was filled with the thick, pungent smell of blood.
Raden looked down from the top of the church spire.
He saw a crowd of people, numerous beyond count, who were shuffling around. No, to call them people wasnât right. After all, they werenât human anymore.
â⦠â
It had a close resemblance to a tidal wave.
An army of the dead.
A spell that had started with a single individual was now dominating the entire Imperial Army, and had successfully forged a new army.
The undead army was flocking towards the location of the next skirmish between the Imperial Army and the Outsiders. As soon as they arrived, they lashed out indiscriminately, transforming both Imperial soldiers and members of the Outsiders alike.
This indiscriminate magic was unstoppable.
Even Raden had no choice but to watch the marching of the mad men.
âIsnât my army magnificent? An artistic parade, filled with those who thirst for blood. I must admit, Iâve really outdone myself this time. Iâve sculpted this beautifully!â
Sculpted.
Feather Mask would usually use that expression to refer to the cruel treatment that she has placed upon others. She referred to herself as an artist.
â⦠Turning the Outsiders, our own soldiers, is unnecessarily cruel.â
Raden kept his thoughts to himself. He was acutely aware of Feather Maskâs ability. âItâs almost time.â
âTime for what?â
âFor us to achieve our goal, of course!â
âWhat are you talking about? Isnât our goal to destroy the harbor, the enemyâs supply route?â Feather Mask just smiled in silence, not responding to Radenâs question.
It was a smile filled with pure excitement and thrill. *Crash*
There was a sound of an explosion and the building shook violently.
At the same time, sounds of weapons clashing and sounds of people screaming echoed through the building.
One of Radenâs subordinates rushed in and reported. âG-General, the Imperial Army hasâ¦!â
He could not finish his words. A pure white sword has penetrated his chest.
His body slumped, and revealed the Starling Party behind him, along with a few accompanying soldiers from the Imperial Army.
Raden recognized Desir and was startled. âThat man⦠â
He remembered Desir, because even though he didnât use all his strength to strike him, Desir was able to easily block his hatchet, which he had infused with his Aura.
âI knew you would be able to reach here.â Feather Mask greeted them while clapping.
Even though Desir expected the magician to be aware of their arrival, since he had been following her flow of mana, he was suspicious of how they were greeting them in such a relaxed state.
âWere you waiting for us?â
âThatâs correct. Desir Arman, I wanted to get the chance to meet you.â
Desir didnât think it was strange that the Outsiders would know his name after the incident at Prillecha.
âIâm flattered.â
Radenâs subordinates started to surround the Starling Party.
Desir smirked as he looked around him, taking note of the number and power level of the soldiers surrounding them.
There were approximately thirty of them.
Feather Mask spoke Desir.
âAll right. I would like to reward you since you managed to come here. Is there anything you want? How about a kiss?â
âThatâs nice, but I was thinking maybe you could stop the spells that are wreaking havoc outside.â
âThat may be a little difficult. It was a very tough spell to arrange, after all. Besides, I couldnât cancel it, even if I wanted to. Hmm, if you donât want the kiss, letâs see⦠What choice do we have here?â
After thinking for a while, she clapped.
âThatâs right. You should probably see the face of the artist that will be sculpting you, right?â She took off her mask.
Behind the mask was a captivatingly beautiful woman. Her eyes and hair were redder than blood. Her lips were occupied by a smile which seemed like it could bewitch men.
She lifted her dress slightly to curtsy at Desir.
âNice to meet you, I am Dracul Labutte Elkaera. Iâm the only surviving Blood Magician in this world, and an artist beyond anything youâve seen before.â
There was an intense, pungent smell of blood. At the same time, a red ghastly energy started to swirl around Draculâs body.
She was almost certainly invoking a spell.
There was a faint sound of wailing mad men outside the window.
An explosively dangerous situation had developed.
*BANG*
A single gunshot signaled a declaration of war. A wind spell came out of nowhere and completely blew up the rooftop.
Before the Starling Party charged in, Romantica had positioned herself in a neighboring building. A sudden attack from an unexpected direction hit harder than imagined. One of Radenâs soldiers was killed in a blink of an eye.
âEveryone, attack.â âWaaarrghh!â
The Imperial Army charged towards Radenâs bandits, disconcerted from the sudden loss of their comrade. The initiative had been seized by Romanticaâs quick thinking, and even quicker bullet.
Leading the Imperial Armyâs charge was none other than Pram. âKeukkk!â
One of the bandits who was blocking his advance had a long red mark carved into his chest. He wasnât able to dodge. Before too long, a few soldiers had fallen and the bandits continued to accrue damage. Raden wasnât going to let his men fall needlessly, and joined the battle. He drew a hatchet and imbued it with his Aura. âHow dare you⦠â
âYour opponent is me.â
Adjest blocked Raden, preventing him from joining the battle. [Frozen Palace]
Dozens of ice spells were shot out from the gigantic palace. Raden wasnât able to break through the walls of ice easily. With the number of spells flying towards him, he couldnât join the main force of the battle, and was forced to focus on Adjest first.
He stole an opportunity to assess the situation outside.
âKrodin! North-East! The two-story building! You handle the sniper!â
He was able to identify the location of the sniper in an instant through the trajectory of the spells.
âUnderstood.â
Communication within a well-trained team could be extremely fast. Three subordinates started to head out in order to deal with the sniper.
When the Imperial Army couldnât instantly crush Radenâs bandits, they began to enter formation while counter-attacking any oncoming blows.
Radenâs bandits were well-trained and masterfully controlled under his command. Their forces were composed of skilled soldiers ranging from the Pawn to Knight Classes.
Despite the huge numerical advantage the Imperial Army had, it wouldnât be an easy battle to win.
When the cover that Romantica was providing them was cut off, the advantage had fallen to the Raden Bandits.
Pram made a strenuous effort to succeed, but he eventually resigned himself to preventing soldiers from dying rather than taking out the bandits.
Adjestâs situation was not all that great either.
Raden quickly adapted to the Frozen Palace. He was able to calmly deflect all the spells Adjest fired and slowly advanced.
Through tactical responses to the spells she invoked, Raden had turned this into close-quarters combat in no time.
Radenâs swordsmanship was far greater than Adjestâs. With each swing, he gained a greater advantage.
[Magic Sword: Ice Breath]
Adjest invoked her Magic Sword in order to gain the upper hand.
However, her trajectory was easy to read.
Raden parried Adjestâs Magic Sword with his right hatchet before it could even reach half way towards its intended destination.
While she was off-kilter, from the counter-attack, Raden swung his axe from the left side towards her neck.
Adjest barely raised her sword in time. *Claaang*
The impact of Radenâs Aura-imbued hatchet was too great for Adjest. She was launched backwards, but before Raden could take advantage of this, she formed a layer of ice to prevent his approach.
All of Adjestâs attacks were being read.
Adjest has experienced something like this before. It was just like when she faced off against Donape.
Raden was not an ordinary man either.
A man known as the King of the Mountains.
A strong man who dominated numerous battlefields with his ferocious bandits.
He didnât just have overwhelming Aura⦠His swordsmanship was almost King Class.