Adopting the Male Protagonist Changed the Genre - Chapter 193

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Chapter 193

“Meteor Spear!”

Someone shouted the name of the spear.

The Meteor Spear was like the Grim Reaper’s scythe to dark mages, so much so that the saying “abandon everything and flee when faced with a spear made of light” had spread secretly among them.

Nevertheless, the dark mages surrounding the round table couldn’t immediately think to dodge because they were certain that the Meteor Spear couldn’t possibly appear in this place.

And for good reason—wasn’t the sacred relic’s sole owner currently hovering between life and death?

“Huh, what?”

“Why is that…?”

The discrepancy between known information and the reality before their eyes.

That moment of hesitation determined the fate of several dark mages.

Whoosh.

Something like a white egret gracefully descended through the half-destroyed roof and landed on the round table.

A fairy peeked out from between Giuseppe’s hair as he elegantly adjusted his pristine white priest robes even in the heart of enemy territory.

The fairy looked around in all directions with sparkling eyes and shouted.

“500 gold for all of them combined!”

“They’re all dark mages.”

“Damn it, dodge!”

It was when the dark mages, belatedly coming to their senses, tried to dodge the spear.

The thin chains that had been coiled around the spear like vines spread out in all directions like a net. There wasn’t even time to offer a price to cast dark magic.

Clang!

They scattered as if each had its own will, rushing to bind the dark mages who were fleeing in all directions.

“A priest using magic! What is this!”

The dark mages’ secret round table meeting instantly became a hunting ground.

Someone quickly rolled their body to avoid the chains, while another cut through the chains with an aura-laden sword.

Soon the mana chains roughly dragged the prey they had caught.

“Ugh!”

Giuseppe stepped on the back of a dark mage who had been dragged onto the round table like a beast caught in a snare.

Then he summoned two more spears and drove them into the dark mage’s hands as if making an insect specimen.

“Ahhhhh!”

“Wow, someone who serves a god sure has a nasty personality.”

A mocking voice filled with derision.

The dark mage, whose hands were pinned by spears and couldn’t move, sobbed in pain and barely managed to lift his head.

A pink-haired man in a gray cape stood beside Giuseppe with his arms crossed.

The dark mage realized he was a mage not from the magic tower cape, but from the fact that he was standing on thin air.

Unlike Giuseppe, who appeared gentle but wore an inhuman pale smile, the man begged for his life from the mage, having found humanity in the mage’s gray eyes.

“P-please… spare me… You’ve misunderstood… I-I’m just an ordinary merchant, nothing more.”

At those words, the mage turned his gaze to him.

With the intuition of a merchant who led a large trading company, he read the slight sympathy in the mage’s eyes and felt a moment of joy.

Tap.

Giuseppe’s fingertip touched the dark mage’s forehead. The golden gleam in his eyes flashed fiercely like that of a nocturnal predator.

Soon Giuseppe, who had removed his hand from the man, wiped his fingertip with a handkerchief and muttered.

“Learning dark magic purely for your own safety and wealth—how admirable.”

At those words, the mage frowned and clicked his tongue.

“N-no… Th-there are reasons for all of that…”

However, the dark mage’s pathetic excuses couldn’t continue any further.

“May merciful Aria not listen to your atonement.”

With that brief prayer, Giuseppe pulled the Meteor Spear from the round table and gripped it in his hand.

And then…

Squelch.

“Gack!”

The man’s world went dark.

Giuseppe spoke in a calm voice.

“The explosives are located at the northeast large lodging facility. Have you identified the positions of the others?”

“…Most of them, except for the Red Mage Tower Master.”

Chaser, who had averted his gaze from the man’s gradually dimming eyes, placed a messenger creature on his fingertip.

He whispered the location of the explosive magical devices and the directions the fleeing dark mages had taken, then lightly kissed the tip of the butterfly’s wing.

“To my master.”

The yellow butterfly, carrying its master’s message and kiss, flew up into the sky, undaunted by the fierce downpour and strong winds.

* * *

This was the longest night of her life.

The woman ran and ran without rest.

Yet the pursuers appeared from all directions as if they were tracking her location in real time.

She realized that tracking magic had been placed on her only after she had stained her sword with her pursuers’ blood.

Only after removing the magic mark on her back with her aura could the woman shake off her pursuers.

After confirming that no more human presence could be felt around her, the woman leaned her back against an old stone wall and caught her breath.

The blood on the sword the woman held dripped steadily as it was washed away by the rainwater.

“Ha, a priest and a mage together. The world must have turned upside down while I wasn’t looking.”

Even thinking about it again, it was absurd.

What had attacked her when she escaped outside were figures wearing red raincoats.

Some wielded swords imbued with divine power, while others wielded staffs containing magic.

It was definitely a combination she had never imagined, and therefore extremely troublesome.

She wiped away what might have been sweat or rainwater and pulled her back away from the stone wall.

Fortunately, the darkness and typhoon were on her side. The rain would cover her footprints, the gale would disturb her pursuers’ vision, and the darkness would hide her body.

So now that her pursuers had lost track of her position was her chance.

‘I should hide in an abandoned house where people rarely go and recover my strength, even if just a little.’

For her, who had once been a renowned knight, this level of adversity didn’t even count as hardship.

The woman stuck her head halfway out of the alley to survey her surroundings. It was just as she was about to carefully take a step after confirming no pursuers were visible.

Feeling something’s gaze, the woman spun around with her sword at the ready.

“…”

However, as if it had been her imagination, there wasn’t a soul in the alley, and only the fierce downpour targeted her.

In the woman’s gaze, which remained vigilant to the end, she spotted a single raven hiding under the roof. Only its blood-red eyes gleamed in the darkness.

The woman immediately recognized what it was.

“Shadow Crow…”

As if responding to her low murmur, the monster cawed while clicking its beak.

“Damn it!”

The woman immediately dodged.

‘That woman is still in the city!’

The Ascetic had said so. Marquess Blanche, who could distinguish dark mages, commanded monsters.

At the edge of the woman’s vision, she could see Shadow Crows stealthily multiplying in the darkness.

They were hidden on trees, under roofs, on old castle walls, or in the shadows of tall spires, watching every corner of the city like sentinels.

“There she is! Catch her!”

Among the pursuers’ shouts, the crows’ cries rang out like alarm bells.

The Shadow Crows flew up vigorously even while being tossed about like paper in the gale, circling above the dark mage’s head and guiding the pursuers.

The woman finally realized how the pursuers had been finding her location, but there was no other way to stop it.

She had no choice but to run through the downpour until she died of exhaustion.

* * *

Atop the tall spire.

Unable to endure the headache, I leaned against the wall and gulped down mana potions.

I could feel a bit of mana filling my mana vessel, but the headache didn’t subside. The cause of the headache wasn’t mana deficiency.

“Ugh, I’m dying.”

Even while groaning, I intermittently stole the vision of the Cao I had released throughout the city to track the current locations of the dark mages.

Scenes from all over the city poured chaotically into my vision.

Only after my overloaded brain, like an overheated engine, cried out in pain did I stop synchronizing with Cao.

When I identified the location of the sword-wielding female dark mage, one of Chaser’s butterflies flew in through the rain-lashed window like flower fragrance.

Through Chaser’s messenger, news came that the explosive magic device at the northeast large lodging facility had been removed.

I relayed the dark mage’s location in response and got to my feet.

Though it would be a temporary effect, I had all the priests and mages who joined this mission wear red raincoats to enhance their sense of belonging and lower their guard toward each other.

I attached one of Chaser’s messengers to each of them so they could quickly receive the information I gathered.

Afterward, Giuseppe used his authority of insight to read the past of the dark mage he had bound and identified the locations of the explosive magic devices.

Fortunately, the plan was proceeding successfully.

The number of remaining explosive magic devices was at least three.

Five hours until detonation.

‘I can do this.’

As I savored that hope and looked out the window, I locked eyes with a small child peering into the spire from outside.

My body froze first at the surreal sight.

Because outside the spire was a thousand-foot precipice with no place to even set foot.

“So, you’re the command tower.”

A vile sneer that didn’t match the child’s innocent face sent chills from the top of my head to my toes.

After confirming the large staff that looked far too heavy for the child to carry, I whispered like a groan.

“Red Mage Tower Master…”

“Tsk tsk. Well now. My identity has spread too widely lately, how troublesome.”

Wow, I think I’m screwed.

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