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Chapter 75: Three Wizards (6)
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Johan thought to himself. Although Johan had instigated such a situation, it wasnt entirely unsurprising.
After all, the opponent had little choice. Johan dismounted his horse and drew his sword, intending to defeat anyone he faced without underestimating them.
?
However, the opponent did not move.
Standing still, the veins near Mahreets eyes became distinct and darkened. The mercenary leader, drooling, began to speak with a trembling hand.
. !
It was a chilling voice, deep and powerful, vastly different from before.
At this voice, the mercenaries yelled out with a different emotion than before.
If the previous cheers were of respect for a brave knight, now they were of fear towards an incomprehensible mystery.
The leader prophesies!
Everyone shut up! The leader is prophesying!
Mahreet continued to pour out prophecies towards Johan.
, ! - . , !
Johan listened to Mahreets prophecy with an amused expression, not believing a word.
Suetlg had advised that prophecies are often wrong and inaccurate, and Johan, by nature, was far from such blind faith.
Arent these just forced, possibly wrong predictions?
, - ? .
If Johan had been an ordinary knight, he might have panicked at the thought of facing the Emperors forces. However, Johan asked without flinching.
Such prophecies I can make too!
Is that all?
, ! ?
Is that all? Tell me more. Cant you see what will happen to your own neck?
Johan took a step forward. Then something strange happened. A black, ghost-like figure began to appear behind Mahreet.
Despite this unusual phenomenon of a black ghost appearing behind someone in broad daylight, the surrounding mercenaries showed no reaction.
Johan realized that he was the only one who could see this ghost.
. . . .
And your neck?
. . .
So, your neck?
With each question, Johan stepped closer. With each step, the black ghost became darker and more violently agitated, as if it feared Johan.
A strong spirit dominates the mystical.
Johans unshakable soul shook his opponent.
Finally, Johan stood before Mahreet.
Now, what do you think will happen to your neck?
. . .
!
Johan struck Mahreets face. Mahreet flew sideways. Johan spoke fiercely.
How dare someone who cant foresee their own future prophesy? Better worry about saving your own neck. Who are you? Come out and face me!
, . . .
Instead of answering, Johan repeatedly struck Mahreets face. Blood splattered, and his mouth was shut. Without being able to open his mouth, even if he tried to prophesy, there was no way.
Eventually, it was the black ghost that surrendered.
Johan was unfazed by dozens of prophecies, but the ghost could no longer endure.
Above Mahreet, a black mass billowed and bloomed. Only now visible, the mercenaries screamed in alarm.
My God! What is that?!
Its a malevolent spirit! A malevolent spirit!
Johan caught the malevolent spirit. Not with a silver-plated sword or blessed ash wood, but with his bare hands.
However, the strong power of Johans soul enabled him to grasp the malevolent spirit with his bare hands. Once caught, Johans formidable strength was unleashed.
Johan exerted all his strength to crush the malevolent spirit. As his grip intensified, the malevolent spirit screamed silently.
I asked, how does it feel to have used magic?
Is this magic? But last time. . .
Suetlg nodded.
To wield magic, one needs to be interested in and understand the mystery.
But there were always exceptions.
Right. It requires complicated procedures and processes. You have to be interested in the mystery. But sometimes, even someone who knows nothing can perform magic with innate talent and instinct alone. Like a gravedigger who has lived near a tomb for a long time, casting exorcism spells with chants learned from ancestors, or a shepherd wandering all their life, predicting the future just by looking at the stars.
What you showed is similar. Taming the malevolent spirit with the power of voice and soul, thats magic.
Well, if you think about it, I subdued it with strength.
. . .Well, anyway.
Johan summoned Valkalmur from his soul. A small black shadow flickered on the palm of his hand. Once his true name was revealed and subdued by Johan, Valkalmur was no longer a malevolent spirit scheming evil. It had become merely a strand of dark power, stripped of intelligence and voice, and subjugated.
There was less Johan could do with Valkalmur than he had thought. It was barely stable enough to lift a sheet of paper.
Thinking magic is not all that special, arent you?
!
No need to be surprised. I felt the same at the beginning. Getting into magic is just the start. Isnt that how it is with everything in the world? Gradually, youll be able to do more. Just keep an interest and explore.
I understand.
Johan had intended to practice with this power he had acquired at his leisure. Suetlg looked at Johan as if it was nothing new.
But to subdue a malevolent spirit with your voice. . . You might be well-suited to be a priest.
Traditionally, priests were better at handling such malevolent spirits than wizards. A deeply faithful priest could scare off a malevolent spirit with just his voice.
Actually, more with fists than with my voice. . .
If anyone asks, say you subdued it with your voice. That sounds more plausible.
Suetlg spoke decisively.
Subduing a malevolent spirit with a voice seemed more plausible than with fists.
The former sounded like a person full of faith, while the latter seemed more like a brute.
As the mercenaries whispered rumors that , Mahreet woke up. Suetlg, who was beside him, looked at Mahreet and asked.
You must have slept soundly for once, without any nightmares.
How. . . How did you know?
Mahreet, not knowing who Suetlg was, felt overwhelmed by his aura and spoke to him respectfully.
Havent you always had nightmares, seen your own death in the future, and sometimes felt like you were not yourself?
No! How did you know?!
Mahreet was startled. There was a mysterious aura about Suetlg, making Mahreet certain that Suetlg was a wizard.
Wizard-nim, please help me! No matter how much I follow the prophecy, the shadow of death does not leave me!
Do you wish to escape the unfortunate prophecy?
Yes!
Then do not believe in the prophecy. That will allow you to escape it.
. . .Thats such nonsensical talk. . .ugh.
Only then did Mahreet notice Johan beside him. Johan, with his large build, sat up and asked Mahreet.
Are you hurt?
. . .Yes?
Mahreet took out a bronze mirror and looked at his face. It was swollen and in a mess.
??!
I tried to control my strength, but the malevolent spirit was so strong that I couldnt help it. Sorry about that.
It was a lie. Even if the malevolent spirit had been weak, he would have hit hard.
Suetlg consoled the confused Mahreet and explained what had happened.
The revelations that it was not divine revelation or blessing that had given him prophecies, but a malevolent spirit, and how he had narrowly escaped death due to good fortune.
Then, that malevolent spirit. . .
A devout knight here banished it with a prayer. Be thankful. It wasnt something just anyone could do.
I have received a favor so great I could never repay it in a lifetime! Sir Knight, thank you!
Even Mahreet, who was not a wizard, knew how remarkable it was to vanquish a malevolent spirit. He bowed down in front of Johan.
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Chapter 75: Three Wizards (6)
.
Johan thought to himself. Although Johan had instigated such a situation, it wasnt entirely unsurprising.
After all, the opponent had little choice. Johan dismounted his horse and drew his sword, intending to defeat anyone he faced without underestimating them.
?
However, the opponent did not move.
Standing still, the veins near Mahreets eyes became distinct and darkened. The mercenary leader, drooling, began to speak with a trembling hand.
. !
It was a chilling voice, deep and powerful, vastly different from before.
At this voice, the mercenaries yelled out with a different emotion than before.
If the previous cheers were of respect for a brave knight, now they were of fear towards an incomprehensible mystery.
The leader prophesies!
Everyone shut up! The leader is prophesying!
Mahreet continued to pour out prophecies towards Johan.
, ! - . , !
Johan listened to Mahreets prophecy with an amused expression, not believing a word.
Suetlg had advised that prophecies are often wrong and inaccurate, and Johan, by nature, was far from such blind faith.
Arent these just forced, possibly wrong predictions?
, - ? .
If Johan had been an ordinary knight, he might have panicked at the thought of facing the Emperors forces. However, Johan asked without flinching.
Such prophecies I can make too!
Is that all?
, ! ?
Is that all? Tell me more. Cant you see what will happen to your own neck?
Johan took a step forward. Then something strange happened. A black, ghost-like figure began to appear behind Mahreet.
Despite this unusual phenomenon of a black ghost appearing behind someone in broad daylight, the surrounding mercenaries showed no reaction.
Johan realized that he was the only one who could see this ghost.
. . . .
And your neck?
. . .
So, your neck?
With each question, Johan stepped closer. With each step, the black ghost became darker and more violently agitated, as if it feared Johan.
A strong spirit dominates the mystical.
Johans unshakable soul shook his opponent.
Finally, Johan stood before Mahreet.
Now, what do you think will happen to your neck?
. . .
!
Johan struck Mahreets face. Mahreet flew sideways. Johan spoke fiercely.
How dare someone who cant foresee their own future prophesy? Better worry about saving your own neck. Who are you? Come out and face me!
, . . .
Instead of answering, Johan repeatedly struck Mahreets face. Blood splattered, and his mouth was shut. Without being able to open his mouth, even if he tried to prophesy, there was no way.
Eventually, it was the black ghost that surrendered.
Johan was unfazed by dozens of prophecies, but the ghost could no longer endure.
Above Mahreet, a black mass billowed and bloomed. Only now visible, the mercenaries screamed in alarm.
My God! What is that?!
Its a malevolent spirit! A malevolent spirit!
Johan caught the malevolent spirit. Not with a silver-plated sword or blessed ash wood, but with his bare hands.
However, the strong power of Johans soul enabled him to grasp the malevolent spirit with his bare hands. Once caught, Johans formidable strength was unleashed.
Johan exerted all his strength to crush the malevolent spirit. As his grip intensified, the malevolent spirit screamed silently.
I asked, how does it feel to have used magic?
Is this magic? But last time. . .
Suetlg nodded.
To wield magic, one needs to be interested in and understand the mystery.
But there were always exceptions.
Right. It requires complicated procedures and processes. You have to be interested in the mystery. But sometimes, even someone who knows nothing can perform magic with innate talent and instinct alone. Like a gravedigger who has lived near a tomb for a long time, casting exorcism spells with chants learned from ancestors, or a shepherd wandering all their life, predicting the future just by looking at the stars.
What you showed is similar. Taming the malevolent spirit with the power of voice and soul, thats magic.
Well, if you think about it, I subdued it with strength.
. . .Well, anyway.
Johan summoned Valkalmur from his soul. A small black shadow flickered on the palm of his hand. Once his true name was revealed and subdued by Johan, Valkalmur was no longer a malevolent spirit scheming evil. It had become merely a strand of dark power, stripped of intelligence and voice, and subjugated.
There was less Johan could do with Valkalmur than he had thought. It was barely stable enough to lift a sheet of paper.
Thinking magic is not all that special, arent you?
!
No need to be surprised. I felt the same at the beginning. Getting into magic is just the start. Isnt that how it is with everything in the world? Gradually, youll be able to do more. Just keep an interest and explore.
I understand.
Johan had intended to practice with this power he had acquired at his leisure. Suetlg looked at Johan as if it was nothing new.
But to subdue a malevolent spirit with your voice. . . You might be well-suited to be a priest.
Traditionally, priests were better at handling such malevolent spirits than wizards. A deeply faithful priest could scare off a malevolent spirit with just his voice.
Actually, more with fists than with my voice. . .
If anyone asks, say you subdued it with your voice. That sounds more plausible.
Suetlg spoke decisively.
Subduing a malevolent spirit with a voice seemed more plausible than with fists.
The former sounded like a person full of faith, while the latter seemed more like a brute.
As the mercenaries whispered rumors that , Mahreet woke up. Suetlg, who was beside him, looked at Mahreet and asked.
You must have slept soundly for once, without any nightmares.
How. . . How did you know?
Mahreet, not knowing who Suetlg was, felt overwhelmed by his aura and spoke to him respectfully.
Havent you always had nightmares, seen your own death in the future, and sometimes felt like you were not yourself?
No! How did you know?!
Mahreet was startled. There was a mysterious aura about Suetlg, making Mahreet certain that Suetlg was a wizard.
Wizard-nim, please help me! No matter how much I follow the prophecy, the shadow of death does not leave me!
Do you wish to escape the unfortunate prophecy?
Yes!
Then do not believe in the prophecy. That will allow you to escape it.
. . .Thats such nonsensical talk. . .ugh.
Only then did Mahreet notice Johan beside him. Johan, with his large build, sat up and asked Mahreet.
Are you hurt?
. . .Yes?
Mahreet took out a bronze mirror and looked at his face. It was swollen and in a mess.
??!
I tried to control my strength, but the malevolent spirit was so strong that I couldnt help it. Sorry about that.
It was a lie. Even if the malevolent spirit had been weak, he would have hit hard.
Suetlg consoled the confused Mahreet and explained what had happened.
The revelations that it was not divine revelation or blessing that had given him prophecies, but a malevolent spirit, and how he had narrowly escaped death due to good fortune.
Then, that malevolent spirit. . .
A devout knight here banished it with a prayer. Be thankful. It wasnt something just anyone could do.
I have received a favor so great I could never repay it in a lifetime! Sir Knight, thank you!
Even Mahreet, who was not a wizard, knew how remarkable it was to vanquish a malevolent spirit. He bowed down in front of Johan.
Chapter 75: Three Wizards 6.Johan thought to himself. Although Johan had instigated such a situation, it wasnt entirely unsurprising.After all, the opponent had little choice. Johan dismounted his horse and drew his sword, intending to defeat anyone he faced without underestimating them.?However, the opponent did not move.Standing still, the veins near Mahreets eyes became distinct and darkened. The mercenary leader, drooling, began to speak with a trembling hand.. !It was a chilling voice, deep and powerful, vastly different from before.At this voice, the mercenaries yelled out with a different emotion than before.If the previous cheers were of respect for a brave knight, now they were of fear towards an incomprehensible mystery.The leader prophesies!Everyone shut up! The leader is prophesying!Mahreet continued to pour out prophecies towards Johan., ! - . , !Johan listened to Mahreets prophecy with an amused expression, not believing a word.Suetlg had advised that prophecies are often wrong and inaccurate, and Johan, by nature, was far from such blind faith.Arent these just forced, possibly wrong predictions?, - ? .If Johan had been an ordinary knight, he might have panicked at the thought of facing the Emperors forces. However, Johan asked without flinching.Such prophecies I can make too!Is that all?, ! ?Is that all? Tell me more. Cant you see what will happen to your own neck?Johan took a step forward. Then something strange happened. A black, ghost-like figure began to appear behind Mahreet.Despite this unusual phenomenon of a black ghost appearing behind someone in broad daylight, the surrounding mercenaries showed no reaction.Johan realized that he was the only one who could see this ghost.. . . .And your neck?. . .So, your neck?With each question, Johan stepped closer. With each step, the black ghost became darker and more violently agitated, as if it feared Johan.A strong spirit dominates the mystical.Johans unshakable soul shook his opponent.Finally, Johan stood before Mahreet.Now, what do you think will happen to your neck?. . .!Johan struck Mahreets face. Mahreet flew sideways. Johan spoke fiercely.How dare someone who cant foresee their own future prophesy? Better worry about saving your own neck. Who are you? Come out and face me!, . . .Instead of answering, Johan repeatedly struck Mahreets face. Blood splattered, and his mouth was shut. Without being able to open his mouth, even if he tried to prophesy, there was no way.Eventually, it was the black ghost that surrendered.Johan was unfazed by dozens of prophecies, but the ghost could no longer endure.Above Mahreet, a black mass billowed and bloomed. Only now visible, the mercenaries screamed in alarm.My God! What is that?!Its a malevolent spirit! A malevolent spirit!Johan caught the malevolent spirit. Not with a silver-plated sword or blessed ash wood, but with his bare hands.However, the strong power of Johans soul enabled him to grasp the malevolent spirit with his bare hands. Once caught, Johans formidable strength was unleashed.Johan exerted all his strength to crush the malevolent spirit. As his grip intensified, the malevolent spirit screamed silently.I asked, how does it feel to have used magic?Is this magic? But last time. . .Suetlg nodded.To wield magic, one needs to be interested in and understand the mystery.But there were always exceptions.Right. It requires complicated procedures and processes. You have to be interested in the mystery. But sometimes, even someone who knows nothing can perform magic with innate talent and instinct alone. Like a gravedigger who has lived near a tomb for a long time, casting exorcism spells with chants learned from ancestors, or a shepherd wandering all their life, predicting the future just by looking at the stars. What you showed is similar. Taming the malevolent spirit with the power of voice and soul, thats magic.Well, if you think about it, I subdued it with strength.. . .Well, anyway.Johan summoned Valkalmur from his soul. A small black shadow flickered on the palm of his hand. Once his true name was revealed and subdued by Johan, Valkalmur was no longer a malevolent spirit scheming evil. It had become merely a strand of dark power, stripped of intelligence and voice, and subjugated.There was less Johan could do with Valkalmur than he had thought. It was barely stable enough to lift a sheet of paper.Thinking magic is not all that special, arent you?!No need to be surprised. I felt the same at the beginning. Getting into magic is just the start. Isnt that how it is with everything in the world? Gradually, youll be able to do more. Just keep an interest and explore.I understand.Johan had intended to practice with this power he had acquired at his leisure. Suetlg looked at Johan as if it was nothing new.But to subdue a malevolent spirit with your voice. . . You might be well-suited to be a priest.Traditionally, priests were better at handling such malevolent spirits than wizards. A deeply faithful priest could scare off a malevolent spirit with just his voice.Actually, more with fists than with my voice. . .If anyone asks, say you subdued it with your voice. That sounds more plausible.Suetlg spoke decisively.Subduing a malevolent spirit with a voice seemed more plausible than with fists.The former sounded like a person full of faith, while the latter seemed more like a brute.As the mercenaries whispered rumors that , Mahreet woke up. Suetlg, who was beside him, looked at Mahreet and asked.You must have slept soundly for once, without any nightmares.How. . . How did you know?Mahreet, not knowing who Suetlg was, felt overwhelmed by his aura and spoke to him respectfully.Havent you always had nightmares, seen your own death in the future, and sometimes felt like you were not yourself?No! How did you know?!Mahreet was startled. There was a mysterious aura about Suetlg, making Mahreet certain that Suetlg was a wizard.Wizard-nim, please help me! No matter how much I follow the prophecy, the shadow of death does not leave me!Do you wish to escape the unfortunate prophecy?Yes!Then do not believe in the prophecy. That will allow you to escape it.. . .Thats such nonsensical talk. . .ugh.Only then did Mahreet notice Johan beside him. Johan, with his large build, sat up and asked Mahreet.Are you hurt?. . .Yes?Mahreet took out a bronze mirror and looked at his face. It was swollen and in a mess.??!I tried to control my strength, but the malevolent spirit was so strong that I couldnt help it. Sorry about that.It was a lie. Even if the malevolent spirit had been weak, he would have hit hard.Suetlg consoled the confused Mahreet and explained what had happened.The revelations that it was not divine revelation or blessing that had given him prophecies, but a malevolent spirit, and how he had narrowly escaped death due to good fortune.Then, that malevolent spirit. . .A devout knight here banished it with a prayer. Be thankful. It wasnt something just anyone could do.I have received a favor so great I could never repay it in a lifetime! Sir Knight, thank you!Even Mahreet, who was not a wizard, knew how remarkable it was to vanquish a malevolent spirit. He bowed down in front of Johan.
