The Mage’s Nemesis Has Reincarnated - Chapter 67

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The Natural Enemy of Mages Has Been Reincarnated – Episode 67
The regular forces of Agos were all skilled warriors of intermediate Aura Expert rank.
Trained solely for warfare, they surged forth like unleashed beasts the moment the Rear Gate of Hamilton opened, slaughtering every enemy in sight.
All while wearing smiles drenched in carnage.
‘These bastards really are complete dogs, just like the rumors said.’
‘Trash who can’t even form an aura. Just drop dead already.’
‘With this much of a skill gap, we’ll occupy the lord’s castle easily, just as the Lord predicted.’
The knights ransacked the lord’s castle like wild horses with their reins cut loose.
Having endured tedious, endless training, they found the stimulus of slaughter intoxicatingly exhilarating.
Especially with victory and honor awaiting them at the end.
Squelch! Squelch!
“Gahhhhh!”
“Ughhhh!”
The wet sounds of tearing flesh and screams echoed everywhere.
Most of them from Hamilton’s defenders.
The gap between the two sides was so vast it was almost laughable.
Yet the faces of the knights committing the massacre bore not a shred of pity or mercy.
They simply repeated their slaughter without restraint.
The carnage flooded their veins with adrenaline, making them crave blood all the more.
A scene that could no longer be called combat—only massacre.
Agos’s regular forces were utterly intoxicated by their own uncontrollable violence.
Basking in an inexplicable pleasure.
It was only when they spotted a sixteen-year-old boy that reason flickered back into their minds.
“Hey, look over there.”
“What the hell is that kid?”
“By the looks of his outfit, he’s from the Golden Eagle Mercenary Corps?”
“Is he insane?”
Approaching without armor, carrying only what looked like a feathered blade, the boy’s appearance drew hollow laughter from the knights.
They never once considered that their opponent might be a mage or an aura user.
They could only guess based on the Golden Eagle Mercenary Corps insignia emblazoned on his clothes.
A greenhorn mercenary who’d only just started his mercenary career.
“The Golden Eagle Mercenary Corps must be desperate, accepting a brat like that.”
“Of all people, he had to run into us. What rotten luck.”
Despite being enemies, they all silently offered prayers for Zeke’s soul.
He was about to die caught up in this war, after all.
“I’m curious what kind of screams a brat like that makes.”
“Just watch. I, Rohan, will show you exactly what happens when a clueless brat tries to play mercenary.”
The knight who introduced himself as Rohan stepped forward with absolute confidence.
Even if the boy was young, an enemy was still an enemy.
He had no intention of letting the boy pass.
He simply wanted to add a child as a trophy to his collection of slaughter.
That was why Rohan had stepped forward of his own volition.
While pitying the boy in his heart, his eyes gleamed with murderous intent.
As they closed the distance between them, the gap narrowed in an instant.
‘Do not resent me, even in death.’
The knight of Agos thought this as he swung his blade toward the boy.
A sickening crunch.
Something traced an arc through the air and fell.
It was a human head.
The knights watching the scene wore grim smiles.
“Poor bastard. Why did he have to crawl into a mercenary company?”
“Pathetic brat. He shortened his own lifespan.”
“Still, to have his head lopped off in one stroke. Rohan, that boy really has no mercy—”
The knights’ faces drained of color in an instant.
Because they saw the boy standing there, perfectly intact, like a ghost.
“Did… did you see that?”
“I’m not seeing things, am I?”
“What happened? The head definitely flew off—”
“Then… whose head is this?”
The knights realized too late.
It was not the boy’s head that had flown through the air, but that of the overconfident knight who had stepped forward.
“Ro… Rohan?”
“Rohan is… dead?”
In that moment, the same thought crossed everyone’s mind.
‘What in the world just happened?’
Before they could even comprehend the situation, another head traced an arc and rolled toward them.
It was the head of a knight who had been near the boy.
In the blink of an eye, another sickening crunch sounded, and another body fell.
By now, even the most foolish knight could not remain ignorant.
Of what the boy before their eyes had done.
“Kill… kill that bastard!”
At someone’s cry as a signal, the regular soldiers of Agos rushed toward the boy.
Five of them charged.
Coming from different directions and surrounding him from all sides, the situation was as disadvantageous as it could be for the boy.
In fact, it would not have been strange if he were reduced to minced meat.
But the result was the opposite.
The boy evaded their attacks with fluid movements, and after swinging his blade a few times, five knights lay sprawled like puppets with their strings cut.
Unbelievable swordsmanship.
Horror filled the eyes of the soldiers who witnessed this carnage.
Ally and enemy alike.
‘He defeated five Aura users single-handedly?’
‘Is that even possible?’
‘And he didn’t even seem to be using Aura….’
Armed with nothing but a feather-light blade, lacking any notable equipment, the boy appeared defenseless.
Yet he had produced an outcome beyond all expectations.
Most of the knights hadn’t even seen how he moved.
“Insane….”
“This is messed up….”
The knights of Agos swallowed hard, one and all.

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Deckard, Captain of the Red Wolf Mercenary Mage Company, had felt uneasy throughout.
He still couldn’t determine the identity of the opposing mage.
‘If they happen to be a 7th Circle mage, our chances of victory are slim.’
But such anxiety vanished completely the moment the gates of Lord Hamilton’s castle opened.
“The gates are open!”
“Everyone, move in!”
Watching the soldiers of Agos swarm through the broken Rear Gate like a hive of bees, Deckard exhaled in relief.
“It’s over.”
“Indeed it is.”
“We should have held the gates to the end.”
“Exactly what I said, Captain. There was no need for us to even step in.”
“What a waste of coin spent on hiring those mages.”
“Well, we got our pay and enjoyed the feast, so I’m satisfied.”
“Hehehehe.”
Though his men were joking around, Deckard didn’t scold them as he might have before.
By their reasoning, the war was as good as finished.
What Deckard had been wary of was only until the gates opened; now that they’d been breached like this, Hamilton’s chances of victory were slim.
No, nonexistent.
‘No matter how many 7th Circle mages they have on their side.’
Mages were powerful, but they couldn’t withstand hundreds of Aura users.
No matter how thick a barrier they erected, it would shatter under sustained assault.
Just like those gates.
Moreover, in a chaotic melee where allies and enemies were intermingled, a mage’s utility became severely limited.
This was why Deckard remained confident even if they faced a 7th Circle mage.
‘It’s finished. We just need to walk leisurely with our hands behind our backs.’
He had come to participate in a territorial war, yet victory had come far too easily.
Though he would return home without any notable achievements, none of the mages wore expressions of discontent.
Who would resent a victory gained without effort?
Unlike Aura users, mages were not bloodthirsty murderers.
“We should be heading out soon, shouldn’t we?”
“Yeah. It’s not completely finished yet, so we should at least make a show of supporting them.”
The mages positioned in the rear ranks only began moving forward after the aura users in the front lines had advanced.
As expected, the interior of the fortress was chaos incarnate.
The scene was filled with the clang of weapons, anguished groans, and screams—a slaughterhouse.
Everything unfolded as anticipated.
Except for one thing.
“W-what is all this?”
“Why are there so many regular army corpses?”
Contrary to expectations, the bodies on Agos’s side were far more numerous.
Most had their necks severed, and those who remained relatively intact were groaning with limbs hacked away.
“Agos’s regular forces, most of whom are aura users, suffered this much devastation?”
“Hamilton’s soldiers shouldn’t be this strong, should they?”
Unbelievable as it was, the corpses of Agos soldiers were piled nearly as high as those of Hamilton’s forces.
That meant this wasn’t a one-sided slaughter—it was nearly an evenly matched battle.
‘Or perhaps a 7th Circle mage was involved.’
Unease crept across Deckard’s face.
The traces of explosions scattered throughout made it clear that the opposing mage had definitely intervened.
The puzzling detail was why all the corpses bore the marks of sword wounds.
“C-Captain, sir. Look over there.”
“What? What’s the matter…?”
As Deckard turned his gaze, his eyes widened dramatically.
Limbs flew through the air, heads soaring skyward.
Soldiers charged forward from all directions, shouting, but the result remained the same.
“That’s… our side, isn’t it?”
Agos’s regular forces were being slaughtered helplessly.
Astonishingly, by a single person.
“L-look at that bastard. How many is he cutting down right now…?”
“Damn, this is insane. Completely insane.”
Though an enemy, the martial prowess on display was truly remarkable.
It was a sight that could only draw curses.
What made it even more astounding was that the opponent had the youthful, innocent appearance of a boy.
Deckard, his expression grave, muttered as if speaking to himself.
“That’s him.”
“Sir?”
“That’s the one responsible for this entire situation.”
The one who had created all those corpses they’d seen earlier was right there.
If we couldn’t stop him, we might lose this war.
“Prepare magic immediately. If we can’t kill that bastard, we’re dead.”
“Y-yes, understood.”
The mages raised their staffs and aimed them at Zeke.

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[Mana detected at 60 meters in the 3 o’clock direction.]
While Zeke was slaughtering the Aura users, he turned his head toward the direction the message indicated.
‘Ah, so that’s where those money bags were hiding?’
The mages he’d been searching for were gathering their mana and constructing their incantations.
It appeared they were preparing to bombard him.
The regular forces of Agos recognized this too and increased their distance from Zeke.
They were already trembling with fear, but they retreated even further.
To give the reinforcing mages a clear line of fire.
So that Zeke might be completely sent to the afterlife by this barrage.
‘Do you think I’ll die so easily?’
Zeke’s form vanished like an arrow, his inner scorn unspoken.
“Oh, he’s coming!”
“Everyone! Begin the bombardment——!”
The mages of Agos who were about to unleash their prepared spells suddenly froze in panic.
“What!?”
“H-how is this possible?”
“The mana disappeared?”
“You too?”
The mana they’d accumulated vanished in an instant.
With their mana gone, they naturally couldn’t cast magic.
What use was a gun without bullets?
In the moment the mages fell to the level of ordinary people, bewildered and stammering.
“Peekaboo.”
Zeke, who had closed the distance, swung his feather blade.
Of course, after copying the magic.
“Gaaaahhh!”
“Aaaahhh!”
As their limbs were severed, the mages shrieked with voices that seemed to tear.
They tried to gather mana for a counterattack, but it was futile.
Like pouring water into a broken jar, it simply vanished somewhere.
Bewildered by this incomprehensible phenomenon, they wavered only briefly.
“P-please, spare me!”
“Nooooo!”
Faced with Zeke’s blade dance, the mages screamed and chose to flee.
What else could a mage do when unable to cast magic?
They had to save the one life they possessed.
From the start, they had never possessed any sense of duty to win in this war.
Unlike the regular forces of Agos, they felt no sense of belonging to the territory either.
They were merely mercenaries who moved for coin.
Regardless, I had no intention of letting a single mage slip through my fingers.
“Where do you think you’re going? You have something to give me.”
“Kyaaaah!”
I descended upon him like a specter, replicating his magic and severing his arm in one fluid motion.
[Randomly replicating 5 spells from ‘Avalon’.]
[Magic Replication 30/100 mages]
[Skill ‘Magic Replication’ has reached 6-star achievement.]
[Maximum acquirable spells increased: 5▶6]
[Proficiency remaining until 7-star achievement: 10/30,000]
After replicating from roughly thirty mages, my achievement rank climbed to 6-star.
Smiling at the welcome news, I turned my gaze toward the mage running beside me.
“You look rather formidable. Are you the Captain?”
“…!”
Deckard stared at me with eyes wide in shock.
“It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry—I won’t kill you. However….”
My feather blade moved with blinding speed.
“It’s going to hurt quite a bit.”
One of his legs was severed, and Deckard lost his balance.
Excruciating pain coursed through his entire body.
The war he thought would be an easy victory had transformed into hell itself.
[Magic Replication 100/100 mages complete!]
[Sub-Quest cleared!]
[Reward: 5th-tier skill proficiency increased by 10,000.]
[Proficiency remaining until 7-star achievement: 20,510/30,000]
I had finally subdued all one hundred mages and completed the replication.
Observing my basic skills, now numbering in the hundreds, a smile spread across my face.
“Shall we bring this war to an end?”
At my demonic visage, the regular forces of Agos shuddered with revulsion.

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