The Mage’s Nemesis Has Reincarnated - Chapter 192

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The Natural Enemy of Mages Has Been Reincarnated – Episode 192
After Ethan’s massacre became known, the world’s condemnation poured down upon the Twelve Forerunners.
Of course, they were called twelve, but in reality, only three remained.
The rest had all disappeared or perished.
[There’s no one left but us now.]
“Sigh… How did things come to this…”
[The reason is clear. It’s because of the Successor of God. We must kill him without fail.]
Baluduk, who had been sighing moments before, held his breath.
‘Zeke… if he dies, what becomes of me?’
To be honest, Baluduk desperately hoped Zeke would not die.
Zeke was the only person who knew how to use sorcery without magical power.
If he died, it was Baluduk who would suffer the loss.
‘The Heavenly Demon War? I never cared about that from the start. It was merely a promise to receive sorcery from my patron, Andrealpus.’
A promise could be broken.
Of course, I was worried about the consequences, but right now I was more concerned about whether the Heavenly Demon War could even be properly conducted.
“Do you think the Successor of God will try to interfere with the Heavenly Demon War as well?”
[I don’t know. To be honest, we don’t even know his purpose. Why he’s interfering like this.]
“If we don’t provoke him, wouldn’t he leave us alone?”
[Are you saying we’ve already stirred up the hornet’s nest, Baluduk?]
“Yes. Based on his behavioral patterns, he appeared and interfered whenever we attempted a surprise attack or touched his family. Had we kept our distance from him from the beginning and simply gone about our business, the situation wouldn’t have deteriorated to this extent.”
“I share that opinion. We must distance ourselves from him now.”
Baluduk couldn’t help but feel grateful for Clifford’s agreement with his position.
If they moved in the direction of not killing the Successor of God, it was Baluduk who would benefit.
Stella, the First Forerunner, also respected the opinions of the two.
[Very well. Let’s postpone our revenge against the Successor of God. The Heavenly Demon War is more important right now.]
“A wise decision.”
Baluduk spoke while inwardly celebrating.
Until he heard Stella’s next words.
[It’s beyond our hands anyway. Things are moving in earnest in the Demon Realm.]
“Pardon? What do you…”
[I received word that six high-ranking demons, including Seire, will manifest. They say they’re coming solely for the purpose of dealing with the Successor of God.]
“Ah…”
“That’s fortunate.”
“Y-yes, indeed. Now the Successor of God is as good as dead.”
Baluduk agreed with Clifford’s words, but his true feelings were far different.
‘This is… Six high-ranking demons coming down? Just to capture one human?’
With this turn of events, Zeke’s death was now a certainty.
No matter how skilled one was, it was impossible to face six high-ranking demons simultaneously.
[It’s fortunate that Ethan is dead, since that was causing us trouble. Now we can focus solely on our own work.]
“Our own work, you say…”
[It’s about the Heavenly Demon War. Those above have realized the gravity of the situation and decided to accelerate the schedule. My guardian, Beelzebub, will likely coordinate the timing by provoking the Celestial Realm.]
“I, I see.”
[We don’t have much time left. With only three days remaining, we need to manage an incredibly tight schedule. Clifford?]
“Yes, Stella.”
[How many sacrifices have you gathered?]
“We’ve only collected half of what was planned.”
[Gather them as quickly as possible. By any means necessary.]
“Is that acceptable?”
[We’re already facing criticism from all sides anyway, aren’t we? There’s nothing we can’t do. And Baluduk?]
“I’m listening.”
[Did you receive the gravity field from Decarabia?]
“Yes. I’ve hidden it in a place known only to me.”
[Since Decarabia has perished, we’ll need a technician to operate the gravity field. Find one as soon as possible, and also hurry to secure Arcnium, which is essential material.]
“Understood. But what about the Archbishop and the Demon Resurrection Grimoire…?”
[We can’t kill the Archbishop yet. Originally, I planned to kill him and deepen the conflict between the Elos Church and the Mados Religion, but circumstances have changed. We need to postpone his death—he still has value in gathering followers.]
“Then, what if we killed the Saint instead of the Archbishop…?”
[Leave the Saint alone. It wasn’t part of the original plan, and it could unnecessarily complicate matters.]
“Ah, yes.”
Baluduk didn’t fully understand, but he simply nodded in agreement.
[So don’t worry about that. I’ll handle the Archbishop matter myself. And forget about the Demon Resurrection Grimoire project that the Lich Dragon Council was leading. With the Lich Dragon dead, that plan is already as good as dust.]
“Understood.”
[And Clifford?]
“Yes.”
[If the opportunity arises, attempt to raid Decan’s Treasure Vault once more. If we end up using the elven relics that were stored there during the Heavenly Demon War, it could turn the tide against us.]
“Understood. I’ll attempt it if the opportunity presents itself.”
Satisfied with the response, Stella’s tone brightened.
[Good. Each of you, do your part. I’ll do mine. Together, let’s complete our preparations for the Heavenly Demon War.]

* * *
The Demon Realm is home to seventy-two high-ranking demons.
While each possessed formidable power, those ranking in the lower tiers failed to earn recognition from their peers.
Thus, the Demon King imposed upon them a singular mission.
[By any means necessary, lead the Heavenly Demon War to victory. Should you succeed, you shall receive my acknowledgment and that of the high nobility.]
The demons ranked sixty-fifth and below, having received the Demon King’s command, resolved to exploit the Human Realm to seize victory in the Heavenly Demon War.
Their first undertaking was to subjugate dragons—the supreme force of the Human Realm—beneath their dominion.
Yet dragons refused to yield even before overwhelming strength, prompting them to alter their approach.
They would tempt the dragons with the promise of eternal life through transformation into Lich Dragons.
Thus, the dragons willingly sold their souls to the demons and became Lich Dragons of their own accord, subsequently commanding humans known as the Twelve Forerunners.
[But I hear those Twelve Forerunners have dwindled to merely three?]
[Indeed. The Lich Dragons themselves have been nearly decimated as well.]
[Are there only thirty remaining on the Western Continent?]
[I cannot fathom how matters deteriorated to such a state.]
Unexpectedly, six high-ranking demons had manifested in the Human Realm.
Rank seventy-two, the Serpent Lord, Andromalius.
Rank seventy, the Mineral Aristocrat, Seire.
Rank sixty-eight, the Genius of Schemes, Belial.
Rank sixty-seven, the Prodigy Musician, Amducias.
Rank sixty-six, the Demon Marquis, Kimeries.
Rank sixty-five, the Genius of Sorcery, Andrealpus.
Their convergence in the Human Realm, tasked with leading the Heavenly Demon War to victory, served a singular purpose.
The elimination of Zeke McLafflin, the scion of divinity.
[The reason matters have reached this juncture is abundantly clear. The scion of divinity. The Demon King himself has recognized the gravity of the situation and issued the order for his elimination.]
[Seire, since you’ve broached the subject, speak truthfully. Did Decarabia truly fall to this so-called scion of divinity?]
Seire nodded with a grim expression.
[Yes. It was undoubtedly his doing.]
[Preposterous. A human capable of slaying demons? Unthinkable.]
[Which is precisely why he is the scion of divinity.]
[Was that not merely a fabrication by humans?]
[I too have heard such tales. That a human, untrained in magic or aura, wielded transcendent power.]
[Never did I imagine such rumors were grounded in reality….]
The legend of the scion of divinity had achieved notoriety even in the Demon Realm.
Of course, it had been dismissed as an exaggerated falsehood—humans, fond of boasting, fabricating grandiose myths to conceal their species’ weakness—yet it had proven to be fact.
Was not the evidence standing before them irrefutable?
Seire, bearing firsthand experience, elaborated further.
[He possesses a remarkable ability. He severs magical power and demonic essence, rendering all magic useless. Furthermore, he can absorb any spell and release it at will to counterattack.]
[That is nothing short of a monster.]
[By what means could such a being be eliminated?]
[Without demonic essence, we fight with our hands bound. What difference does it make?]
The Demon Faction objected, but it wasn’t as though they had no countermeasures.
[Don’t worry. I, a genius of schemes, will devise a proper plan for you.]
As Belial spoke with confidence, the other demons nodded as though reassured.
Only Amducias, who cared solely for music, and Kimeries, Clifford’s guardian, remained indifferent.
[Well then, let me formulate a strategy….]
[Wait. Someone’s coming over there?]
At those words, the demons’ gazes converged on a single point.
Even the previously indifferent Amducias and Kimeries turned their heads.
[It’s a human.]
A single human was walking toward them.

* * *
Thud, thud.
Footsteps echoing through the dark Corridor.
Heig listened to the sound with an anxious expression.
Yet the owner of the footsteps emerging from the Corridor was far brighter than expected.
Not merely in countenance, but in attire as well.
“Ah, so it was you, Holy Maiden.”
“Hello, Heig. You’ve come again today?”
“Yes. To cure my chronic ailment, I must be diligent. Hehe.”
The commoner Heig had come once more to receive holy water.
It was because of the Holy Maiden’s words that only through such diligence could accumulated toxins be purged and his chronic condition be healed.
The Holy Maiden Prisciel guided him with a fresh smile toward where the holy water was kept.
I cannot fathom how many nobles and commoners seek out the Holy Sanctuary of the Sacred Empire to receive the precious holy water, generated only in fixed quantities each day.
Truly beyond counting.
Knowing this truth, Prisciel distributed the holy water equally to both nobles and commoners.
There is no distinction of rank in curing illness, and she believed that the God of Light, Elos, would wish his blessings to reach all equally.
As they walked through the Corridor, a spacious chamber opened before them.
Unlike moments before, the brightly illuminated space contained a statue of the Goddess Elos.
In the palm of that statue lay water shimmering with rainbow hues, and Heig’s mouth fell open.
“No matter how many times I see this place, it truly takes my breath away.”
“Hehe, it really is beautiful, isn’t it?”
Prisciel scooped the water pooled in the palm and poured it into a vessel.
Just enough holy water for a single sip had been prepared.
“Here you are, faithful one.”
“Thank you, Holy Maiden.”
“Not at all. The compassionate Elos could not bear to see the wounded and thus bestowed upon us the grace of holy water. I merely receive it and pass it along.”
“Still, I am grateful. Thanks to you, my chronic ailment continues to improve.”
“I’m truly relieved to hear it’s improving.”
At Prisciel’s smile, Heig’s own mood brightened as well.
If angels existed, I wondered if they might look like the saintess standing before me.
“Would you care to drink it now?”
“Ah. Yes.”
Heig immediately drank the holy water.
He expected his body to surge with vitality as it always did, or so he thought.
“…?”
Heig felt something wrong with his body’s condition.
“…Saintess. Is this… really holy water?”
“What do you mean?”
“The taste is identical, but unlike usual, I feel like I’m going to retch…Ugh!”
The moment Heig tried to vomit, the saintess swiftly covered his mouth.
“You mustn’t spit it out. Spitting out precious holy water? You’ll be struck down by divine punishment. Quickly, swallow it down your throat.”
“Ugh, ugh!”
Unable to suppress the bile rising in his throat, Heig suddenly lost consciousness and collapsed.
Thud!
Prisciel, who had been watching coldly, spoke to Heig as his eyes opened.
“Who is your master?”
“Mados… the god of darkness and destruction, Lord Mados.”
“Congratulations. You have now become a follower of the Mados Religion.”
Prisciel—no, Stella—smiled wickedly.
“You shall become a sacrificial lamb for the Heavenly Demon War that approaches.”

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