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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 19: The Last One

Chapter 19: The Last One

The‍‍‌ fight between those⁠​‌ who wield a mana sword is‍‌‌ direct and fair.‌​

That⁠ is why the​‌ profession of gladiator⁠ can still exist⁠​‍ in Serdes.

Being​⁠‌ direct, it is‍‌ simple; and being⁠⁠‌ simple, it is‌ clearly visible.

That⁠​⁠ is why it​ is so entertaining‌​‌ to observe the​‌⁠ game of strategies‍ that unfolds within⁠‌ that simplicity.

But‌ the world of‍ mages is the‍⁠ opposite of the​ sword.

It​⁠ is abstract, and​⁠‍ within it there⁠ are clear and⁠‌‌ unavoidable differences.

The‌‌ gap between circles​‌⁠ is far too​ evident.

With‍​‍ just one circle‌​ increase, the probability‍‍​ of victory tilts‍ by more than​‍ 95%.

That⁠​ is the brutally‍‌⁠ honest and unfair⁠⁠‍ world of mages.⁠⁠

However,​ that 5% of⁠ irregulars always exists.‍

Overwhelming⁠‌ talents who can⁠⁠​ negate ten years‌‍ of accumulation in‌ a single day.‌‍⁠

Perda​ Valdrova, whom Vernell⁠​‍ Marquis was observing​⁠‌ at that moment,‌‍ was precisely that⁠‌⁠ kind of individual.​​

‘Magic‌‍‌ Intercept?’

A technique that consists​​‍ of taking, through⁠​‍ one’s own will,‍‌‌ a spell manifested‌​ or fired by​⁠⁠ another and returning⁠ it in the‍‍​ opposite direction.

It​⁠‌ was one of​‌⁠ the most difficult‍ arts and was‌​ almost never seen​‌ in battles between​⁠ mages.

‘Isn’t‍​ it a technique​ reserved, at the​‍‍ very least, for‌⁠ those who have‍‌ reached the fifth⁠​ circle?’

Only‍‍ mages with deep⁠​‍ understanding of magic‍‌​ and great mastery⁠​ of mana—fifth-circle Master⁠ Mages—used it.

But‌⁠ Perda was merely‌​ second circle, a level that even​ he himself could‌ ignore.

‘No…‌‍‌ in theory I have heard that​ even a second‌ circle could achieve​​ it.’

Second‌​‍ circle, Spell Blower.‍‍‍

It‌‌​ was called that⁠⁠ because one began​ to blow spells,⁠‍ weaving magic through‍ the thread of‌⁠⁠ mana.

However,⁠‍ it was coarse,⁠ weak, and imprecise⁠ magic; a level‌⁠ that was scorned‍⁠‍ as if one​⁠ were barely blowing​ out spells.

‘Theory‌‍ is only theory.’⁠​

In⁠‍‌ the world of⁠​ magic, theories that‍‍‍ never materialize abound.⁠

‘And⁠​‌ yet he is⁠‌ using Magic Intercept?‍ Truly?’

It‌‌ was possible.

But​‌ no one had⁠ achieved it.

If‍ that was truly​‌‌ Magic Intercept, Vernell‍ was witnessing the‌‍​ birth of a new page in⁠​⁠ the history of‌​ magic.

***​​

Returning⁠ to the present,​ after attempting Magic​ Intercept for the‌​⁠ first time that‌ day, Perda’s evaluation‍ was simple.

‘Just‌ as I thought,⁠‌ it is not‌‍ that complicated.’

If‌ the Mana Worker⁠ masters the point,‍​ the Spell Blower​ masters the line.‌

Through‍‌​ that line one‍​ can create a surface, that is,‍ weave magic.

‘The​‌ only thing I know how to‍​‍ use is Magic‌​​ Shot.’

The⁠‌ spells he had⁠‍⁠ used in second​ circle he had​⁠ forgotten after becoming⁠‌‍ an archmage, and⁠ he had not‍‍‌ even bothered to‍‌​ relearn them.

‘But‍ that is enough.’⁠​​

Simple,⁠‍ but exactly what​ was needed at‍ that moment.

He⁠​⁠ did not need​⁠‌ to transform mana​ into any element;‌‍‍ pure mana was‍⁠ sufficient.

At‍ least against a demonic beast.

‘I⁠‌ have captured demonic‌ beasts countless times.’‌

In​ his time collaborating‍‍ with Tesalos, follower​⁠‍ of the demonic‍ race, one of‌‌ his demands was‌ precisely to capture⁠⁠ them alive.

Killing​‌ them was easy.‍⁠⁠ Capturing them was‌‌​ not.

By⁠ sharing knowledge with​⁠ Tesalos, he had‍ learned the characteristics‌⁠​ of those creatures.‌⁠‌

‘And⁠‍ in the end‍‍‍ we discovered something​‌ very simple.’

If​‌‌ a human is⁠‌‌ continuously exposed to‌ corrupted mana, he​‌​ is destroyed or‍⁠‌ dies.

On‌⁠ the contrary, those⁠‌‌ monstrous masses that‌​​ devour corrupted mana‍ find pure mana‌‌ to be poison.⁠‌

Perda​ was going to‍ inject that poison⁠ into its heart.‌

By⁠‍‌ interrupting the emission​​ of mana and‍‌​ provoking intoxication, the⁠​ beast’s super-regeneration and​​‍ overwhelming strength would‌ temporarily stop.

It‍⁠ was like inserting⁠‍​ a piece of‌ wood between gears‌ that spin without​‍‍ ceasing.

‘Someday​ it will break,‌ but at least​ it slows the‍​ mechanism.’

Perda‌ launched the first‌‌​ sphere toward the​ face of the‍ demonic bear.

He‌ fired in an‌⁠‍ arc, so it⁠⁠ could not track‍⁠‍ the direction, and⁠​ made it fall⁠ precisely onto its‍‍⁠ crown.

Boom!​⁠​

An‌ ordinary human would​ have had his‍‌ head turned to‍‍ pulp.

— GRAAAAH!

But‍‌​ the bear roared​‍‍ and lifted its‌‌ head.

Its‌‌ resistance was reinforced⁠‌ by magical intoxication.‌‍‌

The‍​​ skull had caved‍⁠‍ in slightly, but‍‌ it was not​⁠‍ significant damage.

Perda‍⁠ gave the order.​

“Prepare‌‍ a large one.”​‍

“Yes!”‌

While‌ Vernell shaped a larger sphere, Perda‍‍⁠ prepared the next.​​

Again,⁠ a curved shot.​​

This‍‍⁠ time not from​‌‌ above, but with‍⁠ a wide lateral​ swing.

Boom!‌‍​

The⁠​⁠ bear’s head shook⁠ violently.

— GRAAAAH!

Enraged,⁠ it raised its‌ forelegs searching for‌⁠ the enemy.

Perda‍ did not miss‍​‍ the instant.

Four⁠‍⁠ spheres formed on​​ his fingers.

“Now.”​​

Vernell⁠ launched his along⁠‍ Perda’s line of⁠​ fire, and Perda​ intercepted it mid-flight.⁠

Together⁠⁠‌ with the four‌⁠ floating at his‍⁠​ fingers, he fired‌ in a straight‌⁠⁠ line toward the‍ beast’s chest.

Boom!‌​​

One​⁠ sphere exploded in‍‍ the air.

The​⁠ force of the‍​​ push propelled the​‍ other four with⁠ greater speed.

The‍​‍ three small ones‌ created by Perda​⁠⁠ spiraled and struck‌ the chest first.‌

BOOOOM!​

Three​⁠ consecutive explosions tore‌​⁠ the skin and‌ left the flesh​ exposed.

Then⁠⁠ Vernell’s large sphere‍⁠‍ penetrated the exposed⁠ flesh.

‘Deeper.’‌‌‌

The‍⁠‌ acceleration and rotation⁠‌‌ drilled inward.

‘More.’‍

And​ finally it exploded.⁠⁠‍

BOOOOOM!⁠‍

A massive detonation completely⁠‍‍ engulfed the demonic​⁠​ bear.

“H-hah!”​‌

Vernell⁠‍ let out a ridiculous cry of‌‌⁠ surprise.

‘Did‍​ my sphere have‌‌ that much power?’⁠

He​ knew it was​‌‍ his that had​ exploded.

But‍ he would never‍‌​ have achieved such​ force.

And‍‌ that second-circle mage⁠ had manipulated it‌ as if it‌‌​ were his own.​‌

Perda​‍‍ fixed his gaze⁠‌‌ beyond the cloud​ of dust.

‘Show⁠ yourself.’

Visibility⁠‌ returned and the​‌ target reappeared.

As⁠‍‌ expected, the bear’s‍‍‍ body was devastated.‌

The​ black skin torn⁠‌ away, the flesh‌ violated in dark‍⁠ purple tones.

Organs‌​ and bones exposed.‌

Perda’s‌‍​ eyes located the​ heart.

‘It⁠⁠​ is still beating.’‍

The‌ source of all‌​⁠ vitality.

Each​​⁠ beat pumped forcefully,​⁠⁠ and with each‌ pulse the flesh​‌​ began to regenerate.⁠⁠⁠

‘Complete​ super-regeneration.’

Not‍ only did it​‌ possess extreme resistance,‍‍ but recovery capacity​ superior to other⁠‍ beasts.

‘It‍‌ must be finished‍⁠ quickly.’

The⁠​ creature was momentarily‍‍ defenseless, unable to‍⁠ move a finger.​‌

If‌⁠ it managed to‍‍ move again, defeat​‍ would be Perda’s.‍​‍

‘I‍​ must be more‌ aggressive.’

After‌‌ making the decision,‍⁠ Perda generated spheres‌⁠ on his fingers‍‌⁠ and shouted.

“Vernell!​‌ Launch the spheres⁠⁠ as soon as⁠​‍ you form them!”‌‍

“Yes!”⁠

Perda‌ unleashed a fierce​⁠ assault against the​​ heart.

— Guh… guh…

The⁠⁠​ bear’s body, struck⁠ directly in the⁠​ heart, trembled and‍‌‌ exhaled with difficulty.​​

Perda’s​‌‌ spheres struck the​ heart again and‍​⁠ again, forcibly tearing⁠​ apart the flesh​⁠ that tried to​‍ close.

Would‌ Perda’s mana run‌⁠‌ out first, or‍ would the bear’s‍‌‍ regeneration stop first?​​‍

It‌⁠ was like a tug-of-war around a single hole.

‘It‍⁠⁠ is enormous—it is​⁠‍ not turning out⁠‌‌ so simple.’

He‌ could not guarantee‌ victory.

If‍ he were a fifth-circle mage, he⁠⁠‌ would resolve it⁠​‌ without difficulty.

But​⁠‍ with the amount‌‍​ of mana from⁠‌ second and third​​ circle, there was​‌‍ no certainty.

Perda‌‍ found himself in​⁠ an uncomfortable situation.‌⁠

***‍⁠

‘How‍‌ unpleasant.’

Vernell⁠‌​ felt nauseous.

As​ if he had⁠​ inhaled a dense​‍‍ smell of oil​ for too long,‌​‌ his mind grew⁠ clouded.

The​​‍ sensation of mana‍‍ leaving his body‍ shattered his concentration.​

‘Since​​ I became a scholar, have I ever used this​​‍ much mana?’

No.‍

A scholar needs to‍ focus his strength‌ only on what​ is necessary.

That‍​‍ was why Vernell⁠ always kept more‌​​ than half of⁠‍​ his mana intact.⁠

While​​ Perda attacked without​ pause, Vernell drained​ his at the‍⁠​ same pace.

He‌‌​ had barely 20%‌‌ left.

Three‍ more spheres and⁠ he would be⁠‍ exhausted.

Then⁠‌‌ another doubt arose.‌

‘The‌​ regent has also​‌​ spent a lot⁠‍‍ of mana—how is⁠⁠⁠ he still casting‍ spells?’

At‍‌ a glance he​​‍ had fired more⁠⁠‍ spheres than Vernell.‍​

Vernell‍⁠ lifted his gaze.⁠‌‌

He‍ froze.

‘B-blood​ from his nose!’​⁠⁠

For‍‍‍ a mage, bleeding‍ from the nose⁠‍ while casting spells⁠ meant only one‌ thing.

‘Overload!’​

An​‍​ anomalous phenomenon caused‌‌⁠ by excessive mental‍‌⁠ concentration and forcing⁠‌ more power than​⁠ one’s capacity allows.⁠​

‘At​‍‌ this rate he‍​ will suffer mana‌⁠ burnout…!’

In‌⁠‍ the worst case,​‌ he could be‍‌ permanently incapacitated from​ performing magical calculations.‍

‘He​⁠‍ came without a staff… of course.’​​

A staff helps stabilize‌⁠ mana formation.

Perda‍ was calculating everything​⁠ solely with his‍‍‌ mind.

Overload‍ was inevitable.

With‍​‌ that hemorrhage, he‌⁠ had to stop‍⁠ him immediately.

“Vernell.”‌

Perda’s‍‍ voice was calm.​⁠

“Y-yes?”‍⁠

“Focus.”⁠

Vernell’s⁠‌‌ confusion vanished.

‘Yes…⁠ calm down. If​​⁠ someone with Blue​‍​ Circle loses composure,⁠ what remains?’

It⁠⁠ was ridiculous.

The‌ Red Circle was⁠‌⁠ calm, and the‍‌ Blue Circle trembled.‍

‘Truly…⁠⁠ I had no⁠​⁠ resolve at all.’‍

Had‌ he been willing​​ to risk his⁠ life for his‍⁠ project?

‘No.’‍⁠‍

He‌‍⁠ only thought about‍⁠ researching.

Let‍​ someone else capture‍‌ the beasts while⁠⁠‍ he studied to​​⁠ bring peace.

Perda⁠‍‍ was risking his⁠ life for his‌⁠ research.

Even‌‌​ risking burnout.

‘Then⁠ I must risk​ it too…!’

Vernell‌‍ faced his own‌​ fear.

And⁠ he leaped.

“Grrrgh!”​​

He‍⁠​ forced out the⁠ last drop of​‍ mana, converting his⁠ own vitality into⁠⁠ energy.

“Lord​‌​ Regent!”

A brave roar, unbefitting⁠ the insecure Vernell.​

“Receive‍‍⁠ my last mana!”‌

A massive sphere shot‍‍ toward Perda.

“Thank‌ you.”

Perda​‌‌ claimed it and‌⁠​ hurled it at‍​​ the bear.

BOOOOM!⁠

An​ explosion thundered inside‌ the creature.

Its‍‍ movement and regeneration‌‌‌ stopped completely.

‘And‌ the heart?’

If​ it exploded, everything​​ would be in​ vain.

Perda‍⁠​ observed with concentration.⁠

‘It‌ is still beating.’⁠⁠‌

Barely‌‍ alive.

The​​‍ super-regeneration was halted.‍

“Now!​⁠‌ Cut the tendons‌‍‌ and bind it!”​​

Arwen‌ and his men‌ charged.

It‌⁠‌ was as easy‍ as taking a spoon and eating​ a banquet already​ served.

Without​ a single casualty,​‌ they captured the‍ beast.

Meanwhile,​ Perda examined Vernell.‍

“Are​ you alright?”

Vernell‍⁠ convulsed, blood streaming⁠‍‍ from his nose.‌

Mana⁠‌ burnout.

And⁠ yet, he smiled.⁠​​

“Ha…‍​ ha… w-what did⁠‍ you think… of‌‌ my sincerity?”

Perda‌‍⁠ answered coldly.

“It​‍ was stupidity. Risking⁠​ your life that‍‍ way.”

“L-lord​​​ regent… if you‍ do it, how‍⁠⁠ could I…?”

He‌⁠⁠ did not finish​ the sentence.

He‌​ fainted.

Perda⁠⁠⁠ laid him down‍ carefully.

“Are‌‌ you alright, lord⁠ regent?”

Arwen‌ asked.

“The​‍ beast?”

“Yes.‍​‌ It is… in​‍ stable condition. We‍ will take it‍ to the castle.”‍​

“Thank​‍​ you. Before that,​ something urgent. Is‌‍⁠ there any mage​ in the territory?”‍‌

“Yes.”​‍‍

Perda⁠‍ pointed at the‍​ unconscious young man.​‌

“Take‍⁠‍ this idiot and​‌‍ transfuse mana into‍⁠ him. The castle⁠ is far; I trust you.”

Arwen⁠​ nodded with his​ hand over his⁠​​ chest.

“Understood.⁠‍ But… do you‌ not need attention?”​

“Why?”‍⁠

Arwen⁠‌ pointed to his‌‌‍ own nose.

“You‍⁠ are bleeding.”

“Blood?”​‍⁠

Perda​ wiped it.

The​‍‌ blood was already‌‍ cold.

“I⁠ see.”

He⁠​‌ had not even‌ noticed.

Arwen‌​ offered him a handkerchief.

“They⁠ say forcing magic‌‍‌ causes hemorrhages. If‌​ you feel dizzy,⁠ you should be‍ treated first.”

“No,‌ I am fine.”‍

Perda‌​‌ wiped himself and‍ gave a few​ light taps.

The‌‌​ bleeding stopped immediately.​

“I‍ may be reckless,⁠ but I am‍‌ not foolish enough‍⁠‌ to ruin my‌‌​ body.”

He‌ would take risks​‍ when necessary, but​​‍ never his life.‌

In​ truth, he could‍ still generate three​​ more spheres.

“It​‍ is just that,​ with the explosion,‌​ a stone flew‍‌ out and struck‌ my nose.”

That​ was why seeing‌‍ Vernell push himself⁠‍⁠ into burnout seemed​‍ simply pathetic to‍​​ him.

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