The Mage’s Nemesis Has Reincarnated - Chapter 141

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The Natural Enemy of Mages Has Been Reincarnated – Episode 141
Carbollearos’s mouth fell open in disbelief.
Even he, who had lived for thousands of years, had never entertained even the faintest notion of standing against the Demon Faction.
Yet this human—what confidence possessed him to declare he would slay demons?
No matter that Zeke McLafflin was a descendant of the gods who had even slain the Lich Dragon, this was simply absurd.
“You’re quite the boaster, Zeke McLafflin.”
“Think what you will—let’s just summon Dantalian already. I’ll give you a proper performance.”
“Sigh… who could ever match your stubbornness? Fine, I’ll do it.”
Carbollearos turned away with a sense of resignation.
He needed to call for Terion.
Moments later, the man entered the Cave.
“Have you finished your conversation?”
“Yes. More importantly, I need to speak with you.”
So saying, Carbollearos glanced toward Zeke McLafflin.
“I need to have a private word with Terion, so step outside for a moment.”
“Understood, Master.”
Zeke McLafflin left the Cave without hesitation, but something clearly displeased Terion, who snorted derisively.
“Hmph, Master? Some whelp who crawled in from who knows where…”
“What are you muttering about?”
“Nothing, sir. But what did you wish to discuss with me…?”
“Isn’t there something we need to discuss privately?”
“Ah.”
Terion finally grasped why his master had wanted them alone.
“You intend to summon Dantalian, don’t you? That’s why you sent him outside.”
“Precisely. Have you learned the summoning method?”
“Yes. I was told that one must draw a demon summoning circle using the blood of five virgins. The virgins must be between ten and twenty years of age, and they must be alive…”
“Indeed. Dantalian favors living sacrifices, after all.”
Carbollearos, who had never actually met Dantalian, spoke as though he knew him intimately, then issued his command to Terion.
“Then prepare everything for the ritual without his knowledge.”
“Yes, sir. I shall proceed as you command.”

* * *
“Patricia! Give me a hand with this.”
“Yes, Father.”
Patricia wiped the sweat from her brow and helped her father harvest the crops.
The heat made the work grueling, yet not a trace of complaint crossed her face.
Her father was in his forties and doing this labor—what excuse could she, at merely sixteen, possibly have?
“All done.”
“Heh, I’m grateful every time. My dear.”
“Hehe, it’s nothing.”
“Now go inside and rest. I’ll finish up.”
“No. Let’s finish quickly and rest together.”
Rant gazed fondly at his only daughter, who understood their labor shortage and always lent her hands without hesitation.
She had grown old enough to marry off, yet she still seemed like a child to him—a daughter as precious as a jewel.
“Hey, Rant! Take it easy! You should eat lunch while you work!”
A childhood friend from the village, the same age as him, approached with raised voice.
“Understood. Just this last bit.”
“Hello, Uncle Jake.”
“Oh my, is our Patricia helping her father again today?”
“Of course. Who else would help if I didn’t?”
“Heh, Rant, you’ve raised a fine daughter! A paragon of filial piety!”
“I’ve raised my child well, that’s for sure!”
A proud father and an envious uncle.
Patricia giggled softly at their contrasting expressions.
“But Patricia, haven’t you reached the age for marriage?”
“M-marriage? I haven’t even thought about such things.”
“Well, with no young men in our village, I suppose you wouldn’t think of it.”
“It’s not just young men that are missing. There’s no food, no entertainment, nothing compared to the city.”
At her father’s complaints, Patricia waved her hand in protest.
“I still prefer the village to the city. Look over there. How beautiful it is.”
The clear sky and clouds, hot yet refreshing to behold.
A cool breeze drifting down from the mountain in gentle waves.
Verdant trees that soothed the eyes merely by sight.
Dion Village, brimming with pastoral charm, was far more magnificent to Patricia than any city could ever be.
Her father, who had come from the city, seemed deeply dissatisfied with their surroundings.
“Beautiful? What’s beautiful about this remote backwater that no outsiders even visit?”
“There you go again. Your father has delusions about the city.”
“It’s not delusion—it’s the truth. Staying in this countryside will suffocate me to death.”
“Then why did you crawl your way here? Why not stay in the city?”
“I had my reasons. You think I wanted to come?”
“Please stop, Father. You shouldn’t say such things in front of Uncle Jake.”
No matter how close they were, speaking ill of the village in front of Jake, a native of this place, was hardly appropriate.
Patricia had tried to stop him, but Jake simply laughed it off as if it were nothing.
“It’s fine, Patricia. I’ve heard it so many times it’s practically nailed into my ears. And it’s not like I don’t know your father.”
“You see, right now I make my living from farming, but someday I’ll earn a fortune and expand into the city. Then I’ll find a suitable husband for our Patricia! We’ll live comfortably in a proper house! That’s how we’ll live, you know. Might as well dream big while we’re at it.”
“A man who hasn’t touched a drop, yet he sounds like a drunk.”
“Father does enjoy a bit of light drinking.”
“Ah… is that so?”
Jake scratched his head awkwardly, and by then the work had already been finished.
“You’ve worked hard, Patricia. Now let me go have a light drink and grab a snack….”
Her father trailed off mid-sentence, his gaze fixed on something to the side as his mouth fell open.
“A stranger?”
“What? A stranger’s come to the village?”
Following his line of sight, Patricia could indeed see someone who didn’t look like a village resident walking toward them.
Moreover, the person was wearing a robe.
“A mage?”
“No way. A mage wouldn’t come to such a remote backwater….”
Despite her father’s words, Patricia couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mage.
Something about the atmosphere felt unsettling and ominous.
And that gaze—it felt as though the mage was looking directly at her.
A thin smile spread across the man’s face.
Patricia flinched as the mage smiled toward them.
A premonition washed over her—one that felt all too real, as though disaster were about to strike.
“F-Father. L-Let’s go.”
“Go? What do you mean, go?”
“Don’t engage with that person. Let’s just leave.”
Had the mage heard Patricia’s voice?
The mage’s smile deepened.
“Is this what they call a woman’s intuition? You have good instincts for someone so young.”
“Mage, sir. What brings you to our humble village….”
A sharp crack split the air.
In that instant, Jake, who had been approaching, was sent flying dozens of meters backward.
“J-Jake!”
Rant cried out in alarm, but the mage simply waved his hand dismissively.
“I merely conjured a gust of wind to repel him. He’s not dead.”
“You bastard! What are you doing…!”
Rant instantly froze as the mage’s staff pointed toward him, his body turning rigid like stone.
It wasn’t a metaphor—his flesh was literally turning ashen gray as petrification magic consumed him.
The sound of stone creaking echoed softly.
“F-Father!”
“Don’t touch him. If you’re careless and he breaks, that’s not my responsibility, is it?”
Seeing her father turned to stone, Patricia stared at the mage with eyes drowning in terror.
“Why… why are you doing this? What on earth…”
“There’s no need to ask why. Just follow obediently. If you don’t, I’ll tear apart every villager limb from limb. Your father will be the first example I make.”
“Ah…”
“Need me to spell it out more clearly?”
The mage, Terion Maldorado, twisted his lips into a sinister smile.
“You’ve just been kidnapped.”

* * *
When fear dominates a person’s mind, thought ceases to exist.
The body freezes. The mind freezes.
Patricia only began to regain her senses when she found herself lying on a surface as cold as an Altar.
‘Why… why am I here…?’
Realizing her situation, Patricia felt utterly bewildered.
She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here.
‘Ah… kidnapped.’
She’d been abducted by some mage.
The moment that thought surfaced, the image of her father—hardened into a stone statue—flashed before her eyes.
‘I… I have to save Father.’
She tried to sit up immediately, but her limbs wouldn’t obey.
Her arms and legs were completely bound by black chains.
Disturbing as that was, what truly alarmed Patricia was the presence of other women on the Altar besides herself.
‘Were… were they all kidnapped too?’
Counting them, five women in total—including herself—lay shackled upon the Altar.
As they regained consciousness, the other women wore expressions identical to her own.
Confusion. Terror. Dread.
They likely had no memory of how they’d arrived here either.
Just as she didn’t.
‘What do I do? And… what about my father…?’
There seemed to be no way to escape.
The five women soon found their vision darkening with despair.
They could dimly sense it—they would not survive this.

* * *
“Are the preparations complete?”
“Yes, Carrocksina. As you commanded, I’ve abducted five maidens and gathered them upon the Altar.”
“You didn’t commit any unnecessary bloodshed, did you?”
“Of course not.”
“This is a sacred ritual to summon my master, Dantalian. We cannot afford any profane acts.”
“Rest assured. How could I defy your orders?”
Upon questioning Terion once more, it appeared he had indeed brought them cleanly.
‘Fortunate that the excuse worked.’
Carbollearos felt a wave of relief wash over him, though he cast a furtive glance toward where Zeke stood.
“He knows nothing of this for now. But proceeding in silence will be impossible.”
“I anticipated as much and brought restraints. Here.”
Terion extended the restraints, which Carbollearos accepted.
“I’ll subdue him with these, then commence the ritual.”
“Understood.”
“I’ll handle it personally.”
With those words, Carbollearos approached Zeke discreetly.
It was a script they had rehearsed beforehand—pure theater.
“Ah, Carrocksina.”
The moment Zeke belatedly noticed Carbollearos and turned his head.
Click!
The restraints coiled around his wrists, severing his mana flow.
Bewilderment flickered across Zeke’s eyes.
“What… what is this…?”
“Forgive me, but there is someone who seeks you. I feared you wouldn’t remain docile, so I placed these restraints upon you.”
“What? What are you saying, Carrocksina?”
“There’s no time for explanations. Simply wait here.”
With that, Carbollearos turned away.
Now it was time to summon the Demon Faction.
“Heh, you fool.”
Terion, watching from a distance, let out a contemptuous laugh.
How delightful it must be for him to watch the other experience the same betrayal he had suffered?
Yet Zeke merely smiled inwardly.
Everything was a performance between Carbollearos and himself.
The only one truly deceived was Terion.
‘Soon enough, I’ll see this Dantalian for myself.’
A subtle smirk played across Zeke’s lips.

* * *
Under Carbollearos’s watchful gaze, the ritual commenced.
“Ow!”
“Ah!”
Terion used magic to carve small wounds across the women’s wrists.
The flowing blood naturally streamed onto the Altar, its surface etched with intricate magical circles.
Soon, a complete magical circle was formed from the blood of five maidens.
“Snowwood Poe Imler Et Poe Day Et Ruff Essiperkers A Derey Pape Evi, Denapser pour la fête de l’Assail—I have prepared an offering for the Legion Commander of the Demon Realm. I humbly beseech you to reveal yourself and answer my call.”
As Terion chanted the incantation, the blood inscribed within the magical circle grew even more crimson.
Simultaneously, the surrounding mana was drawn downward through the circle.
A tremendous whooshing sound erupted.
The magical circle, as if intent on devouring every scrap of mana in existence, continued its relentless consumption—demanding ever more.
Unflinching, Terion willingly poured forth his own magical power.
‘Take my power as well!’
The magical circle, having swallowed such tremendous power, finally ceased its hunger.
Then.
A deafening roar tore through the air.
A colossal torrent of magical force erupted from the circle in a blinding flash, sweeping across the Altar.
The five bound women trembled like frightened deer, while Terion’s lips curled into a smile brimming with exultation.
Nearly three meters tall, with bat-like wings.
The very same form as Dantalian, the demon I had encountered before, now materialized before me.

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