Adopting the Male Protagonist Changed the Genre - Chapter 246

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Chapter 246

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Generally, the gazes that sword wielders send toward Cheri, the Duke of Baluashten, are divided into two types.

Either fear or respect.

The former was due to rumors that he was a patricide who killed his parents and siblings, while the latter was due to the reputation that he was the strongest person in the kingdom—no, perhaps on the entire continent.

When Cheri was by my side, there was nothing to fear, but I had never particularly been conscious of the fact that he was the strongest person in this world.

…Until right now, before seeing his battle with the Demon King.

The clash between the Demon King and Cheri was not an individual fight but like a natural disaster.

Every time Cheri swung his sword at a speed my eyes could never follow, winter descended upon the entire world.

Frost settled wherever his feet touched, and the frozen aura torn by the demon’s claws swirled like a blizzard.

Even though I had hidden myself in a safe place, I could sometimes feel my hair standing on end as if I were standing naked under thunderclouds filled with lightning. It was because of the killing intent emanating from Cheri and the Demon King.

How long had I been watching his fight like that?

When I thought I could no longer judge the course of the battle with my own eyes.

“Did you just see that? The Demon King’s wounds are healing.”

Leo, who hadn’t taken his eyes off Cheri for even a moment, whispered in a tense voice.

While it only looked like a pitch-black form to my eyes, Leo seemed to see something invisible to me.

“What do you mean?”

When I asked quietly, Leo answered while still not taking his gaze off the battle.

“The Demon King’s wounds. They’re healing at an unbelievable speed. The wounds the teacher inflicted are now barely visible.”

I knew that demonic beasts originally possessed overwhelming recovery abilities.

But to heal wounds while confronting Cheri? This was definitely not good news.

No matter how strong Cheri was, he was still human in the end. Unlike the Demon King, Cheri would gradually grow tired as time passed.

“If only we could divert the Demon King’s attention for even a single moment…”

Leo muttered in a regretful tone.

At those words, I gripped the revolver I had been holding in my hand all along.

My magic bullets that bind demons and demonic beasts imbued with magic might be able to give Cheri a chance to counterattack.

But…

‘It won’t reach.’

My hunter’s instinct, honed over five years, declared with certainty.

Even if I fired dozens of magic bullets, not a single one would reach the Demon King.

In the end, I could only watch like this.

As I bit my lips and chewed on my helplessness.

“What you should aim for isn’t the Demon King.”

Chaser’s voice came from behind me.

Chaser was covered with messenger creatures of various animal forms hanging from his head, shoulders, arms, and legs as he received magic power from the mages.

Because of this, he looked ridiculous, but the effect was certain—his complexion, which had looked like he could die at any moment, had improved considerably.

Chaser approached with staggering steps and supported my hand.

The pistol’s muzzle, which had been pointing at the Demon King, gradually turned to the right and stopped at a certain point.

“Do you see?”

At Chaser’s words, I narrowed my eyes and spotted something faintly illuminated by the moonlight.

“That’s…”

What was caught at the end of the pitch-black barrel.

It was Ophelia, who was watching the fight between the Demon King and Cheri just like me.

“That woman is the Demon King’s weakness.”

I didn’t understand Chaser’s words well.

Why was Ophelia the Demon King’s weakness, and why should I aim for Ophelia?

And most importantly.

“You know, Chaser. My magic bullets don’t work on people.”

Even though Chaser couldn’t possibly not know what I knew, his attitude was resolute.

“That’s right. But the Demon King doesn’t know that.”

I still couldn’t understand Chaser’s intention, but there must be a reason for his confidence.

I swallowed dry saliva and gripped the pistol with both hands.

Naturally, pointing a gun at a human was a first for me. That sense of wrongness gnawed at my nerves.

When Ophelia’s face appeared faintly in the pistol’s sight, sweat formed in my palms. After wiping the sweat from my palms several times, I finally calmed my mind and held my breath.

And the moment I pulled the trigger that felt unusually heavy.

Bang!

A straight line of light shot toward Ophelia.

The next moment, I couldn’t even breathe under the tremendous pressure that crushed my entire body like being pinned under an anchor.

A terrible scream filled with pain came from somewhere, but I had no leisure to assess the situation.

The magic power filling my magic vessel began to be consumed at a terrifying speed.

“Ugh!”

Chaser caught me as I collapsed forward and shared the magic power from the messenger creatures attached to him.

However, it was woefully insufficient. A drop or two of water given to someone dying of thirst in a desert would have felt more abundant.

I gasped for breath and raised my head to see what had happened.

In the distance, I could see the Demon King.

However, it was no longer confronting Cheri.

As if finally allowing Cheri’s attack, the Demon King, having lost one arm, was somehow standing in front of Ophelia.

Bound tightly in magic chains after taking the magic bullet I had fired at her instead.

As if protecting Ophelia from danger.

Seeing that, I understood the meaning of what Chaser had said.

The Demon King’s only weakness.

Something that demonic beasts, who supposedly had no emotions or camaraderie and wouldn’t hesitate to kill their own kind, originally couldn’t possess.

However, the Demon King raised by Ophelia was different.

Because.

“I had my suspicions when you cast magic targeting the ascetic. It seems the Demon King regards the ascetic as a parent.”

The Demon King Luca was raised by Ophelia’s ability.

The caregiver’s ability that makes someone grow especially special when raised with ‘affection.’

The Demon King, who grew up receiving Ophelia’s abundant affection, must have awakened to it.

The humanity that became a terrible weakness for him.

Probably from the moment he was called by the name Luca.

Soon, the magic chains that could no longer hold shattered into pieces.

However, instead of rushing at Cesar who had severed his arm, the Demon King ran to Ophelia.

Dawn slowly began to rise over the Demon King as he embraced Ophelia, protecting her until the end.

It was then that someone pointed at the night sky and expressed doubt.

Swept up in the commotion rolling in like a tsunami from the distant east, I too looked up at the night sky.

At first, I thought it was a star twinkling in the night sky.

However, despite the gradually brightening dawn, it began to emit increasingly intense light…

And started pouring down like meteors.

What fell from the distant sky like stars became spears of light that descended to the earth.

Screams and shouts erupted from all over the battlefield.

But soon people noticed that the spears of light pouring from the sky only harmed demonic beasts.

Spears of light also poured down in front of me as I stared blankly at the beautiful spectacle of a meteor shower.

I reached out toward it as if enchanted.

Then the spear of light scattered into pieces, and a familiar sensation flowed into my body.

The power of divine force that heals people.

Without realizing it, I spoke that name aloud.

“Comet’s Lance…”

This was the power of the holy relic that Giuseppe possessed, Comet’s Lance.

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