Chapter 122: v7c13

Almark was breathing roughly and somehow managed to keep his collapsing body up with his energy.

His magic power was almost exhausted.

He had forced his body to undulate the magic power, which was not even fully developed, and had released it from his entire body in a ridiculous manner.

It was a miracle that he was still conscious.

If the weapon had not rolled into his hand, he would have been killed.

　Almark looks at the stick in his right hand.

　He had swung it as hard as he could earlier, but there was not a scratch on it.

　It was a surprisingly sturdy stick.

It seemed that they were targeting this stick.

(What should I do now?)

It was when Almark looked again at the two duplicated magicians lying on the floor that something strange happened.

　The two bodies began to make a grinding noise.

　Smoke rose with a strange smell.

Before he could think, the men, including the robes they were wearing, were all gone along with the smoke.

　All that remained were two copper coins lying on the floor.

If one looks at the coins, one can see that they have some kind of complicated patterns drawn on them with black paint.

Oh, yes, the magic of transformation,

　Almark understood.

　The two magicians were not really human beings, but rather transformed copper coins.

The magic of transformation is a magic that changes the appearance of an object at any given moment, not on the spot when the magic is applied.

It was a higher level of magic that Almark had not yet even imagined

　It was no wonder he could not sense the other man's presence earlier.

After Almark entered the room, this copper coin in the hallway must have been transformed into a magician.

But still, who would do such an intricate thing, and for what reason?

　At that moment, Almark jumped.

He gathered all the strength he had left in his body and jumped to the window.

　With the sound of breaking glass, he felt his back being cut open.

He jumped as soon as he saw the figure of the stranger in the hallway, but he didn't make it in time.

He was cut by something like a blade of wind.

Still in the air, he braced himself and somehow landed on his feet.

　As soon as he landed, bright red blood splattered on the ground.

"Oh, what a smart boy you are,"

　A voice came from overhead.

　A man in a black robe was coming down slowly, as if dancing softly, softly, softly.

A furrowed face.

　A strangely shaped walking wand.

He had the exact same face and appearance as the two men who had just walked in.

　(There were still copper coins?)

　Almark looks at the man who slowly landed in front of him and thinks.

　(No,)he thinks.

The man's face is noticeably less wrinkled.

Is he a little younger than the two men who had just walked in front of him?

　The man tosses away the two copper coins in his left hand as if he is bored.

(Copper coins are only as strong as the coppers he hold, )

　Almark realizes.

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　This man is stronger than the previous two.

　It must be hard for you to stand," the man tells Almark.

"If you put out that much raw, untrained magic, your heart would normally fail you right there and then.

　Almark measures the distance between him and the man with his eyes.

It's a little too far to be able to take a step.

'I won't get any closer,"

　The man said, as if he had read Almark's mind.

"I'm not going to let you hit me with that thing in your right hand," he said.

"You want this stick?"

　Almark said.

The mere sound of his voice was enough to make his vision go blank.

His back would not stop bleeding.

The wound seems to be deeper than he thought.

　(I'm close to my physical limit,)

"Who are you people? What is this stick?"

"If you don't know, it's better that you don't know."

the man said bluntly.

'You want to talk to me to buy some time until someone else comes."

The man stuck out his stick with a jerk.

I won't get on your hand," he said.

　(I have been waiting for that moment.)

　At the moment the man thrust out his stick, Almark stepped forward at once.

　The man's stick was within Almark's reach with one step.

Almark's stick shot the man's staff away, and the man's magic was triggered at the same time.

Almark was once again unable to free his body when the staff, which had flown high into the air, fell to the ground and made a dull thud.

'Watch out, "

　The man said.

'If you were in good shape, you'd be faster than I am with my magic."

　He twisted his face and laughed, "Too bad," he said.

"But I''ve got an idea of my own."

The man turns his back on Almark and picks up his wand.

"Anyway, I don't think we'll be able to touch it."

　He points to the stick in Almark's hand.

Now that you've destroyed both of the coppers, we can't even break the spell.

　Almark's right hand slowly raised.

　The man laughed at him.

"You'll have to take responsibility for that."

　Almark felt his body moving against his will.

　His feet moved forward.

　One step, two steps.

"If we can't do it, let the one who can carry it "

The man smiled without making a sound.

"Don't worry about the way back"

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