My Catastrophic‑Level Summon Devours Gates - Chapter 141

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Episode 141

Gulp.

When did swallowing saliva become such a difficult task?

From the moment the orb created by mana exploded.

Sir Isra and Ms. Emilia exchanged countless attacks and defenses.

The continuous attacks fired after pushing back with Banish.

Sir Isra was also impressive for nullifying them with a single strike.

Just when I thought he would press forward in one go.

After escaping crisis with Blink, she used Dig to momentarily stop Sir Isra’s movement.

Then bound him with memorized gravity magic before unleashing a one-sided barrage of attacks.

“Master’s fan. She’s quite skilled.”

Ingrid’s gaze, arms crossed, never left the two people in collision.

“Will it be okay?”

“You don’t need to worry about Iron Head.”

Ms. Emilia is an A-rank Hunter.

Seeing how she’s stored powerful spells with Memorize, it’s safe to say she’s at peak level.

Her skills are worthy of being a direct disciple of the 12 Heroes.

“He’s not weak enough to fall to attacks lacking precision.”

“Really?”

To judge precision while looking at those deadly attacks.

Someone who was active as the strongest witch in life is truly different.

At that moment.

An eerie feeling directed my gaze into the pit.

Whoooosh!

A crimson whirlwind devoured all the raining magic spells.

“Aura?”

Yes.

It was aura.

Goosebumps rise all over.

It was clearly different from the energy Sir Isra usually manifested.

Should I say it was filled with killing intent?

Along with the overwhelming force that made everything kneel.

It felt like the word ‘rage’ had been summoned into reality.

“This can’t be.”

“That energy. Isn’t that it?”

“It must be. No, it seems even more than that.”

Elderly people.

Could you please interpret what you’re discussing?

“Gerard’s Sword. Do you know its exact name?”

“It’s the Fallen Knight’s Blood Longsword.”

“See there. There’s a reason I put you forward as my representative.”

Alphonse waved his hand dismissively.

“Hehe. The crimson aura can only be seen when the true power of that sword is drawn out.”

“This is why this fellow is called by the alias Black Knight.”

“But I didn’t know your summoned being could draw out that power.”

It’s only natural.

Since Sir Isra is the original owner of that sword.

I pushed down the story held in my heart below my throat.

The aura emanating fierce momentum.

It was frightening yet.

Sad.

Why does Sir Isra’s final moments seen in dreams overlap with the crimson aura?

[Blacksmith’s Soul]

Even without holding a weapon.

Looking at that aura, I could feel Sir Isra’s state of mind.

The Fallen Knight’s Blood Longsword containing fierce energy wasn’t for any other reason.

The resentment of countless people soaked into the sword.

Sir Isra’s grief at failing to protect the lord he served.

The rage of being betrayed.

And blood.

Converting the negative emotions dwelling in the blade into power was the identity of the corrupted aura.

“Really. You command summoned beings that are unbelievably powerful.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m not just being polite. If these were living beings, they would have become the world’s strongest Hunters.”

That’s correct.

The Two Vassals each reached the pinnacle in their respective fields during their lifetimes.

The magic spells Ms. Emilia poured out disappeared without leaving a single trace on the crimson whirlwind.

Riiip!

A sound similar to paper tearing occurred.

“Haah!”

Sir Isra’s form shot up above the pit.

Ms. Emilia used Banish once again.

Perhaps because it was a spell used once before, the pushing distance was reduced by half.

Crash! Bang!

The simultaneously deployed magic spells were all blocked by the sword.

Ms. Emilia desperately trying to create distance.

Sir Isra chasing her while wrapped in terrifying killing intent.

It was truly a deadly game of tag.

“To break through Weight Gravity with a single sword strike!”

“Hmm. Better than expected.”

“Damn old fool. If you lend your sword to such a skilled fighter, what about my disciple!”

“Kekeke. Will you still say magic is greater than the sword after this?”

“Then I’ll lend my beloved weapon!”

“You should have done that before starting. Tsk tsk.”

As could be heard from the fierce debate… no, argument of the 12 Heroes.

The tide of battle was already tilting to one side.

“If Master’s fan had gained a bit more experience, it would have been a good match, but it’s unfortunate.”

“That’s unexpected.”

“What?”

“You’re giving Ms. Emilia high praise.”

“Looking at talent alone, I think she could become the Eclipse Witch.”

Huh?

Wasn’t that a position only allowed to mages with the greatest talent of their era?

“That’s right.”

“You’re saying her talent is as great as yours?”

“Oh my. How could that be?”

An answer without a hint of doubt.

Ingrid’s confidence was also the greatest in the world.

“I was the strongest among all Eclipse Witches in history.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because they inherit the knowledge of previous generations.”

Hmm.

If she says so herself, it must be right. Well.

The precarious game of tag that lasted over 5 minutes.

Crash!

A house-sized boulder was sliced away.

It ended the moment a sword was pointed at the nape of Emilia’s neck, who stood right behind it.

* * *

The blade glinting at Ms. Emilia’s nape.

It seemed like they had exchanged attacks for quite a while.

But looking at the time, only about a minute had passed.

“Phew.”

Now you can breathe, everyone.

“The disciple of the 12 Heroes is truly different.”

“Wow. If it wasn’t for hyung, I would have suffocated to death.”

“Wasn’t Sir Isra much scarier than usual too?”

“So that’s the Black Knight’s sword. It’s much more frightening than what I saw in videos.”

The Support Team friends chattered away.

My impression wasn’t different.

A disciple of the 12 Heroes.

Though Ingrid said her precision was lacking.

If I had learned the same skill, I wouldn’t have been able to use it as skillfully as that.

“That’s natural. My Lord didn’t specialize in learning magic.”

“Ingrid has talent though.”

“Master has only had a small taste of magic so far.”

Ingrid crossed her arms.

“If you wish, I can make you stronger than Master’s fan.”

This was a passage where her pride as the Eclipse Witch could be felt.

“Mage. Don’t scheme.”

“Master said he wanted it. You Iron Head.”

“He never said such a thing.”

“You should be able to sense the intentions harbored in his heart. That’s the duty of a retainer.”

“Don’t try to fulfill your selfish desires that way.”

Sir Isra and Ingrid flaring up again.

Very heated. So heated.

“Sir. Are you alright?”

“There’s no hindrance to my movement.”

Sir Isra’s condition didn’t look very good.

His Bone Armor and clothes were torn.

His skin was covered with burn marks everywhere.

“Roan. Please treat him.”

“I’m, I’m fine. My Lord. How about repairing me directly after such a long time?”

“Iron Head. You’re trying to make Master work.”

“You say that because you haven’t experienced that pain!”

【Force. Heal.】

Black currents covered Sir Isra.

“Grrrrr!”

Force Heal.

A Healing Spell that Roan can use with [Law of Silence].

Its effect overwhelms most healers!

Instead, should I say.

There’s a minor drawback – you feel quite a bit of pain during the Rapid Healing process.

“Reduce the pain sensation a bit.”

“Even if I do that, I can’t reduce the pain of the Healing Spell!”

Well, it can’t be helped.

These are injuries you sustained. Endure it with grit and determination.

Ms. Emilia approached with a flustered expression.

“A-are you alright?”

From the atmosphere, it seems like Sir Isra lost.

“Since he’s Sir Isra, a knight among knights, he’ll be fine.”

“Khhheup!”

“See? He says he’s fine.”

As long as his head wasn’t damaged, recovery or repair was possible.

“B-but still.”

“Injuries are medals for a knight. Don’t worry about it.”

A voice flowed out between clenched teeth.

“Hohoho. A brave knight is indeed different.”

“Grrrrr. That’s right.”

Ingrid spun her body around.

Shaking shoulders.

She’s having a hard time holding back laughter. Such a hard time.

“That was truly magnificent!”

“That Summoned Being. How was it able to draw out the power of the sword!”

This time, the two elderly people approached with big strides.

Why do you look like you’re about to fight to the death?

“Min-ho. How about learning magic at the Clock Tower?”

“Don’t talk nonsense. Tell my proxy to learn magic?”

“He’s a proxy, but not a disciple, is he?”

“Then he can become a disciple from now on. Hey!”

What is this about?

Why would I, a Necrosmith, become your disciples?

“Couldn’t I teach you and your Summoned Being?”

“You’ve done quite a bit of sword training, so don’t make excuses.”

An eerie aura swirled in both elderly people’s eyes.

Let me try to stop at least one of them.

I looked at Ms. Emilia with eyes full of pleading for help.

You understand my feelings, right?

Ms. Emilia mumbled her lips for a moment, then spoke up.

“M-Master.”

“Yes. Emilia.”

The eerie light swirling in Alphonse’s eyes subsided.

Phew.

Thank goodness.

As expected, he listens well to his disciple.

“You were truly excellent today.”

“Th-th-thank you!”

“Among A-rank Hunters, there would be no one who could match you.”

“Heh, hehe.”

“When you display your true skills, you do this well, don’t you?”

The murderous atmosphere was relieved.

Good.

The conversation between master and disciple was very heartwarming.

If we continue with this atmosphere and Ms. Emilia just persuades him…

“M-M-M-Master!”

“Tell me.”

“If it’s M-Min-ho! I’d be h-h-happy even if he becomes my s-s-senior disciple!”

What?

What did you say?

The conversation shouldn’t be going in that direction!!!

I thought I had barely managed to turn the mood around, but it seems it was the calm before the storm.

I glared at the Two Vassals.

They’re trying to buy me wholesale after seeing you two.

Say something.

“Haha. To recognize our Lord’s talent, the 12 Heroes are indeed different.”

“The sight of him pleading to Master looks wonderful.”

Don’t make such proud expressions!

Those elderly people look like they’re about to make Solomon’s judgment!

I have no choice.

“I’m truly grateful for both of your invitations.”

“Have you made a decision?”

“Of course you’ll choose the path of the sword!”

Ahem—

At the light cough, both elderly people closed their mouths.

“I’m sorry, but I cannot choose either of you as my master.”

“Min-ho. Didn’t I even serve you tea!”

It was milk tea, not black tea!

Hmm.

The milk tea wasn’t bad either.

But not to the extent of taking you as my master.

Alphonse cleared his throat loudly with a “Ahem.”

“Then at least tell us the reason.”

The reason for refusing the teachings of the 12 Heroes.

It was simpler than I thought.

“I already have a master.”

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