The Mage’s Nemesis Has Reincarnated - Chapter 102

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The Natural Enemy of Mages Has Been Reincarnated – Episode 102
Even with a hunter’s senses, I could feel people gathered somewhere within.
‘Judging by how they’re paired off, this must be where the slaves were brought.’
There was a chance the Lord of Hamilton might be inside, so I made my way to the upper floors.
As expected, numerous rooms came into view, each with doors firmly locked.
For me, such trivial obstacles meant nothing.
Crack!
As I shattered the door handle and pushed it open, a man beating a slave came into view.
The startled man’s eyes widened in shock.
“What the hell, who are—”
“Get out. Unless you want to die.”
My charisma in disguise was formidable.
Perhaps due to my grim appearance, Maligore’s characteristic dark aura emanated from me as well.
“I-I’m sorry!”
The terrified mercenary quickly released the slave and fled the room.
Just from the armor I wore, anyone could tell at a glance that I was a nobleman of high rank.
Bang—!
“Who are you?”
“Get out.”
Crack—!
“What are you—”
“Get out.”
As I burst through each door and told them to leave, the mercenaries scattered like frightened dogs with their tails between their legs.
Some, their eyes wild from being interrupted in their enjoyment, even attempted to use magic.
“Do you want to die?”
The moment the mana they’d gathered snuffed out like a candle flame, leaving them powerless, they panicked and fled without exception.
After forcing open all twenty doors this way,
‘He’s not here.’
Petro Ridermond was nowhere to be found.
‘Where should I go now? Should I continue climbing higher?’
I climbed through the Lord’s Castle, focusing my search on finding the Count.
Using my hunter’s senses, I checked every location where I felt a presence, but most turned out to be servants or guards taking their rest.
Even those presences grew sparse, and eventually I felt nothing at all.
‘I’ve climbed all the way to the top, and if he’s not here… could this be the only place left?’
I stopped before the final room.
This was the only room where the Count was likely to be.
‘I sense two presences, and one of them might be the Count?’
I decided to enter and opened the door.
Naturally, it was locked.
Crack! Screeeech—
Zeke’s eyes snapped wide open as he forced them open.
The sight before him was utterly unexpected.
‘What? People?’
Thirty bodies lay in perfect rows across the spacious hall.
‘How did so many people end up here without triggering my Hunter’s Sense? Ah!’
As Zeke drew closer, realization dawned.
These were not living people.
They were corpses.
‘My Hunter’s Sense skill only detects the movement of living creatures. That’s why these bodies went unnoticed.’
Thirty corpses in total.
Who had transported these bodies here?
Or had the people who worked in the Lord’s Castle died in this very place?
What was the identity of these corpses?
Faced with such an unexpected situation, my questions branched out in multiple directions.
‘Could the Lord be behind this? Either way, this is deeply unsettling.’
As my doubts multiplied, something changed.
My Hunter’s Sense detected the movement of a single person.
‘Someone’s approaching from that direction?’
My gaze turned toward the wall.
The absence of a visible door suggested a hidden passage was concealed there.
This was the perfect moment to use a certain skill.
‘Activating Future Foresight.’
Countless threads of fate wove across my vision, and the future three seconds ahead became crystal clear.
I could see exactly who would emerge from the wall.
‘Found him. Petro Ridermond.’
The very count I had been searching for was behind that wall.
In moments, he would push open the secret door and peek through.
Then he would close it again and retreat inside.
‘He’s not even pretending to investigate—he’s just leaving?’
Currently, I was disguised as the Dark Lord.
The count in my vision did not recognize me as an ally of the Dark Faction.
Had he recognized me, he surely would have acknowledged me in some way.
‘So he belongs to the Dark Faction but has never actually met me before.’
The count from the future simply confirmed the identity of the intruder and withdrew.
It was obvious where he was going.
‘To report to whoever else is in the Secret Chamber. That’s certain.’
I sensed two presences within the Secret Chamber.
One was the count; the other remained unknown.
‘Let me observe how he reacts first.’
In that fleeting moment, having concluded my thoughts, I turned my head.
Moments later, the secret door opened exactly as I had foreseen through my future sight, and Petro Ridermond poked his head through.
Yet I examined only the corpse with keen interest, feigning ignorance of everything.
Only after the door closed did I glance back.
‘My hunter’s instinct tells me he’s returning to whoever is inside.’
He had likely gone back to report the appearance of the intruder he’d discovered.
‘If I wait a bit longer, I’ll know their response.’
Whether they would welcome me or reject me.
The response came swiftly.
Rejection.
“Grraaaaahhh…”
“Grraahhh…”
The corpses suddenly opened their eyes and rose to their feet.
It was a situation I hadn’t anticipated—shocking enough to make me recoil.
‘What are these things? Zombies?’
Thirty corpses I had thought dead now moved as if alive, rising with deliberate purpose.
They turned their gaze upon me in unison, and with mouths split wide as if they’d found prey, they rushed forward.
“Grraaahhh!”
‘Damn.’
Like a protagonist thrust into a horror film, a curse escaped my lips—yet I maintained my composure.
The familiar Quest window materialized before my eyes.
【Sudden Quest: Eliminate the Undead】
└You have encountered thirty undead on the highest floor of Ridermond Lordship Castle.
└Eliminate them immediately.
【Conditions】
└Undead Eliminated 0/30
【Rewards】
└5th-Tier Skill Proficiency +10,000
‘So I just need to kill all these bastards, then.’
Upon seeing the Quest, my lips curled upward.
Judging by their form and speed, this was no difficult task.
Whoosh—
I conjured an Aura Blade and calmly cleaved through the first one.
Crunch!
As its neck severed and its body collapsed with the momentum of its charge, the counter registered.
[Undead Eliminated 1/30]
‘Child’s play.’
With a smirk, I severed the legs of the next undead rushing at me, then drove my blade through its skull.
Crack!
[Undead Eliminated 2/30]
‘Pattern recognized.’
What followed was a smooth feast of slaughter.
The undead moved with surprising speed, yet they couldn’t match Zeke’s pace.
I wasn’t even wielding a sword or any other weapon.
‘They try to bite like dogs, but it’s futile.’
Having dispatched over ten in an instant, I evaded their attacks and cut them down.
It didn’t take long to dispose of thirty.

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The Forbidden Chamber at the very top of the Lord’s Castle.
Zakar Patrick, hood drawn over his head, was conversing with a man in the Secret Chamber within.
“Hehe, the famous Immortal of the Forerunners graces this humble place with his presence. This lowly servant is truly overwhelmed with gratitude.”
“Spare me the flattery. Did you prepare the corpses I mentioned?”
The man, Count Petro Ridermond, wore an oily smile.
“Of course. You arrived by teleportation so you wouldn’t have seen it, but I’ve prepared thirty corpses in the outer hall.”
“Let me verify that.”
Zakar Patrick closed his eyes and concentrated, channeling his mana before nodding.
“Indeed, pristine corpses without a single wound, exactly as I ordered.”
“I gathered commoners and used poison to kill them cleanly without damage. But how did you know without even going out to look?”
“You don’t need to know.”
“Haha, yes.”
Zakar Patrick had no desire to explain that it was thanks to magic that sensed and connected the locations of corpses.
“Now that the materials are ready, we begin the ritual immediately.”
“Is there anything more I can help with? Just say the word.”
“My only instruction is to stay out of my way and leave.”
“Hahaha. Understood. Then I shall take my leave….”
That’s when it happened.
Creak! Screeeech―
The count froze at the sound of the door opening.
“W-what’s going on? I’m certain I locked the door….”
“Who was supposed to come?”
“N-no one. The door was locked, so it couldn’t be.”
“Then who is it?”
“Could it be the Dark Lord who has come….”
“That’s impossible. He’s scheduled to arrive tomorrow.”
Then who in the world had entered?
Since this was a secret chamber, there was no way to see or confirm.
“Go out and check.”
“Yes.”
Count Petro Ridermond, who had stepped outside for a moment, burst back in with startled eyes.
“Zakar Patrick! Zakar Patrick!”
“What’s all this commotion?”
“An intruder, sir! There’s an armored man examining the corpses!”
Zakar Patrick’s eyes opened slowly.
“An intruder… Whoever they are, they must die.”
He closed his eyes and released his mana, remotely raising the corpses he had accessed moments before.
“Imr Imnaij Diénai Isisir.”
As Zakar Patrick muttered something, the count couldn’t contain his curiosity and asked.
“W-what did you just do, sir?”
“I’ve undead-fied thirty-nine corpses and commanded them to kill the intruder.”
“Pardon? Weren’t those corpses supposed to be used as materials for the ritual? If the undead-fied corpses suffer damage…”
“That won’t happen. Do you know why undead are undead? Because they don’t die. No matter how much they’re slashed or dismembered, a single application of my mana will restore their wounds.”
Of course, he could only restore the undead in this manner, but such details were irrelevant to the count’s eyes.
What mattered was the grandeur of the Forerunners, who created armies of the immortal.
“Magnificent! Truly, the immortal Forerunners…”
“Wait.”
Zakar Patrick’s brow suddenly furrowed.
He removed his hood and seemed to concentrate intensely before his expression shifted to one of shock.
At this rare display of emotion from the Forerunner, the count gasped.
“W-what’s wrong, sir?”
“My corpses… they’re taking damage.”
“What?”
“How is this possible?”
Zakar Patrick looked up with an expression of disbelief.
In an instant, thirty of the undead had been torn to pieces.
He tried repeatedly to raise them remotely, but it was futile.
The very notion of an immortal army rang hollow.
‘My soul call… it’s not working?’
Sensing that something was terribly wrong, the Forerunner quickened his pace.
“Zakar Patrick! Zakar Patrick!”
The count followed the Forerunner out of the Secret Chamber.
The Forerunner stared blankly at the thirty dismembered corpses.
‘Even wound restoration isn’t working?’
He poured his mana into them, but neither restoration nor reuse was possible.
This had never happened before.
A sight that defied belief even when witnessed with his own eyes.
Zakar Patrick looked around once more, but still sensed no trace of the intruder.
“To destroy my servants beyond even resurrection and then vanish… Just who could…”
Suddenly, Zakar Patrick turned to the count with a terrifying gaze.
“Describe the intruder’s appearance in detail!”
“W-well, um… Black hair, thick eyebrows, and sunken eye sockets that gave off a sinister appearance. As for the armor, I don’t recall the details clearly, but it was black armor with red markings drawn upon it…”
As I described the suspect’s appearance, Zakar’s eyes widened in shock.
“You’re certain? You’re absolutely certain of what you saw?”
“Yes, sir. I speak only the truth. Why would I lie about someone’s safety?”
Zakar’s face betrayed his disbelief.
The description matched perfectly with someone I knew.
‘Maligore Desbon. That bastard infiltrated without a word, slaughtered my undead, and vanished?’

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