The Knight Who Devours Magic - Chapter 47

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Episode 47. False Accusation
The Lightning Sword, Evan Orgus’s cherished blade, was known to be the finest artifact—custom-forged by House Aslan with the aid of master craftsmen and spirit mages when he reached 6-Star Rank.
Yet its name could never match the legendary artifact that had descended through House Trian as their symbol for centuries: the Rock Wall Sword.
And the mastery of their wielders was equally disparate.
A low, rumbling growl echoed through the air.
Crash!
Evan’s movements, honed for speed through the Strong Body Technique, were so fast that even Muno couldn’t track them—
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yet the blade before him, wielded by Enoch Trian, stood like an impregnable fortress, meeting every strike without the slightest opening.
Though the exchange of blows unfolded so swiftly that even his heightened senses could barely follow, one thing was unmistakable.
Count Enoch’s sword held firm, living up to its name, absorbing the lightning-bright onslaught without yielding.
Enoch Trian’s speed, refined through balanced evolution across all his abilities, was every match for the Lightning Sword.
It alone seemed to illustrate just how vast the gulf was between two men both called 6-Star Rank.
In the end.
“You truly intend to proceed this way, Count?”
Evan halted before that immovable wall, his voice thick with fury.
“Be reasonable. I cannot execute a gifted knight and a 4-Class spirit mage over one administrator.”
The Count’s expression hardened as he uttered those cold words.
A calculus that measured human worth against raw power—a brutal scale.
Yet by the laws of this world, where rank and strength held dominion, it was a perfectly natural reckoning.
But.
“Then what of the crime of murdering an envoy in cold blood?”
From Evan’s position—from House Aslan’s perspective—there was justification beyond that.
“That crime I shall investigate myself—”
The Count began to answer with a weary sigh, his face darkening, when—
“The corpse! Check the corpse’s face!”
Muno suddenly cried out, as if the thought had just struck him.
The massive Magical Aura had already dissipated without trace.
‘If that corpse is a double, the build might be similar, but the face would be different.’
Yet drawing attention that way only provoked a fiercer backlash.
The knights of House Aslan had to look again at Kalin’s pallid face, still streaked with blood where he lay fallen.
“You dare mock even those you’ve slain?”
“Such barbarism!”
“Commander!”
“Your Grace! We cannot overlook this!”
One by one, the knights of House Aslan’s contingent erupted in rage.
Yet even in the midst of their fury, the Count turned to Muno and demanded verification.
“Muno—are you certain?”
“Yes. The corpse was left behind and she vanished. Damn it.”
“Your proof?”
What made it worse was that he couldn’t now locate any trace of the mage who had unleashed such overwhelming Magical Aura across the fortress.
Where in the world had power of that magnitude simply gone?
“…I’m afraid that will be difficult at present.”
He felt close to madness, yet no clear path to resolve the situation presented itself.
“Hah.”
The Count exhaled heavily, his face grave.
“Then cut off the heads of that wretch and the spirit mage at once—”
Evan seized the moment, bursting out as if seized by a fit.
But.
“We’ll settle the insult the investigation team dealt to me first.”
“…Pardon?”
“The order of precedence must be clear, shouldn’t it? Besides, Muno is the son of Drasen, not of House Trian, and the spirit mage Rasmia has already voluntarily severed her contract—they have nothing to do with us.”
The Count’s response came with astonishing speed.
‘This old man…?’
Muno’s heart lurched.
Evan and the House Aslan knights fell silent, their faces slack with disbelief.
“What…?”
“So first we’ll settle the matter of your insult to me, and we’ll address their crimes separately. I’ll take them into custody for now. You there!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Confine Muno and Rasmia. However, treat them as noble prisoners. Detain them until the full facts of this incident come to light.”
“Yes!”
Before anyone could protest, Klam and Robero came rushing over in a flurry.
Seeing the knight commander and vice commander move at such a simple command, the other knights exchanged stunned glances.
Evan shouted again moments later.
“You cannot do this!”
“And your men’s disrespect was acceptable?”
The count continued to press Evan Orgus, bearer of the Lightning Sword, for accountability.
Meanwhile, the two brigands—no, Robero, commander of the Trian Knight Order, approached Rasmia with concern brimming in his large eyes, only to collide with Klam.
“Ahem. Miss Rasmia, I shall…….”
“……Very well.”
“Brother!”
“Who’s eating whom? Think about what you’ve done.”
“No, that’s…….”
“I apologize.”
Muno, pinned under Rasmia’s sharp glare, found himself at a loss for words no matter how many mouths he possessed.
Yet Klam surprised him with words he never expected to hear.
“Don’t worry so much. Not even House Aslan can demand your execution over the life of a mere administrator.”
In a world where human rights had been trampled into the dirt, perhaps that was something to be grateful for.
‘Damn it…….’
A sigh escaped him, but one thing had to be made clear.
“That woman didn’t die.”
“I know. I believe your words. But without proof, let’s think about how to demonstrate it first.”
“Ha…….”
All that came was another sigh.
And through it all.
“Miss Rasmia, allow me to escort you.”
“Don’t call me ‘miss’! How old do you think I am!”
“But I cannot very well call you ‘madam’…….”
“Just call me by my name!”
“Is that……permissible?”
“Ugh. Really, Commander! Don’t make that strange face just because I’m having you use my name. Back away!”
A middle-aged unrequited love was in full bloom.
‘What can be done about this.’
Unaware of Muno’s burning heart.
* * *
On one side of the corner sat a silk bed, and on the other a separate space with its own washroom.
The ‘room’ Muno had been led to appeared remarkably comfortable.
Except.
Creeeak.
Click.
The iron-barred door was locked firmly shut.
Clank.
“Was this truly necessary?”
Shackles around his wrists and ankles, connected to the wall by a long iron chain.
“I apologize, but such are the rules.”
“Bear with it a little longer.”
Klam spoke from beside the guard in a consoling tone, but the words never quite reached him.
“……How did things turn out?”
“His excellency continues to harp on the investigation team’s rudeness. He’s willing to let the administrator’s death pass as an accident. Normally, it would be a matter settled with compensation, but the situation is delicate now.”
“I imagine so.”
An elderly knight, honorary vice commander, had been marked as a mage-user and killed in House Trian.
And because of that incident, before the delegation sent by House Aslan could even begin their investigation, now an administrator had been murdered.
It was difficult to brush aside the investigation team’s offense as mere sophistry.
“Still, don’t worry. His excellency never abandons his own. You’re not upset by what he said, are you? In that situation, it was the best he could do…….”
“I understand that much.”
“……Right. So rest now. No matter how powerful House Aslan is, they cannot touch you further within House Trian itself.”
“House Aslan is not the problem.”
“What?”
“The missing mage. That woman will come after me.”
“You……?”
Watching Klam’s expression shift as if something had finally clicked into place, Muno couldn’t help but let out a bitter smile.
Still, Klam was a knight of House Trian, so his fixation on the crisis facing the family wasn’t unreasonable.
“If it were merely to sow chaos between House Aslan and House Trian, coming here would have been pointless…….”
He’d been about to voice this logical conclusion when reality reasserted itself in his mind.
“No, wait. If someone has the ability to orchestrate a situation like this…….”
His initial assumption had to be discarded.
Then was it truly not targeting me, but rather coming to maximize the chaos itself?
His thoughts began spiraling into even greater complexity.
“Still, the fact that you saw through the mage isn’t baseless reasoning for them to target you. We’ll prepare accordingly.”
“Ah…….”
Only after hearing Klam’s words did certainty return to him.
‘They came knowing I can pierce through Magical Aura. I’m certain of it.’
The corpse the Female Mage had left behind was identical down to the clothes, physique, and facial features.
If they’d even replicated the face perfectly, this wasn’t something conjured in an instant by magic.
‘It was prepared in advance.’
Meanwhile, he himself had grown overconfident in the Demon Devourer Ability.
Even a being of unknown rank—a monster far beyond his measure—had prepared this thoroughly, yet he’d relied solely on his power and let his guard down.
In the end, that creature had used magic to slip away from the scene without triggering his senses at all.
It had left an innocent corpse in its place and framed him in the process.
At this point, there was no doubt.
They came knowing about my ability.
“What’s wrong?”
“……They’ll target me. I’m certain of it.”
“I know, I know. I’ll report this to the commander and…….”
“Could we set a trap here? A trap capable of catching a 5-Circle, or even a 6-Star Rank mage?”
“……What?”
“Ordinary defenses won’t suffice. We need preparations thorough enough that at least that old man—no, the commander himself—would need to personally stand guard!”
“Madness. Talk sense, you wretch!”
Klam, who had been treating him with courtesy until now, suddenly twisted his expression and shouted.
Hearing that outburst, Muno couldn’t help but flinch.
The guard standing beside Klam stared at him with vacant eyes—the look one gives a lunatic.
‘Damn……. Blast it.’
In his desperation, he’d made an absurd demand, but now, hearing it spoken aloud, he realized how utterly unreasonable it sounded.
“……Just assume a high-ranking mage will breach and attempt my capture, and prepare as thoroughly as possible. I’ll find my own methods as well.”
“Ha…….”
Klam exhaled heavily, and seeing Muno’s gaze no longer wavering, he bit his lip and nodded slowly.
“……Very well. I’ll have Rasmia moved to the cell directly next door at least. Enhanced guard, of course.”
“Thank you. I’m grateful.”
“However, given the gravity of the matter, I won’t be able to come here often. So if you need anything, speak to Ron here.”
Watching the guard bow his head immediately, Muno could only nod heavily.
“……I understand.”
Fortunately, those minimal measures were implemented swiftly.
Within hours of Klam’s departure, Rasmia found herself in the cell directly across, separated by iron bars.
Guard Ron and additional soldiers had been posted, and at least two knights were now stationed permanently at the entrance.
Then a day passed, then another.
Around the time Muno was beginning to wonder if his worries had been excessive,
something registered in his senses.
‘Magical Aura!?’
The moment Muno’s eyes snapped wide open from contemplating countermeasures,
“Hnngh. Why am I so drowsy?”
“Stay alert. The shift change is still……. Hnngh. Ugh. Me too……?”
“Something’s wrong…….”
Thump.
Suddenly, the guards and knights began collapsing one after another as if overcome by sleep.
And then.
“The mage!”
“As expected—that pathetic spirit summoner can be overlooked, but to think magic won’t work on these trivial knight rabble. You do have something, don’t you, test subject. Right?”
Before Rasmia’s shout had even finished echoing, a languid voice rippled out from behind him.

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