I Was Threatened To Go Out With Her Majesty the Princess

36 – Episode 36

The warlock, Krell, stood up, stepping on the remaining ashes.

He was ordered to kill anyone who came near here.

The Battle of the Greedy Clan in the Outskirts attracted the attention of many

Abyss residents.

The inhabitants of the Abyss wondered why the Greed School did such a thing.

Nearly 16 people had already come to this place in case there was something

unknown.

So Krell killed all the inhabitants of the abyss that came to him.

he yawned. A little bit of rainwater splashes through the gaping mouth.

It was a tedious task. If there are people coming, kill them. After the body is

sacrificed, the traces are cleaned up.

Having been repeating such a simple thing for several days already, boredom was

no joke. He thought that next time, even if he coveted a reward, next time he

wouldn’t take one because he was bored.

“Hurry up and go..”

As usual, it was time for Krell to give orders to his warlocks.

He tilted his head as he watched Glaya swinging her ax in the distance.

However, that’s for a while.

sh*t.

The sound of bursting air resonates plainly.

The golden ax draws a graceful curve. Black ashes rise. The pushed air was

sublimated into wind, and the robes of the warlocks fluttered.

Patter.

Raindrops were pushed by the wind and hit various places.

All eyes of the warlocks were directed at Glaya. Like an angry bull, he put his

bulging, sinewy arms behind his back and lifted his thick legs into the air.

He took a step forward. Huge footprints are left on the black and gray ashes.

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His steps were heavy. A huge sound rings out. Soon a breakthrough occurs.

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The shock wave transmitted through the ground was enough to perplex the warlocks

and Krell.

“What… is this..!”

But that embarrassment doesn’t last long.

A second footprint was taken.

His new form disappears and then appears.

Leaving dark footprints on the soft ground.

Glaya stepped right in front of the warlock.

He groaned and clasped his large hands.

“low class? No, it’s an intermediate level.”

Glaya measured the level of the warlock. At this level, he was an intermediate

level black magician who had just been promoted from a low level.

I, who was drawing the circuit on the left, shouted.

“You can’t kill children!”

I need to extract information, so don’t kill me. Glaya nodded heavily. His hand

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grabs the heads of the warlocks.

“I will not kill you.”

okay. won’t kill

Glaya put down the ax altogether. His hand goes to the warlock’s floundering

limbs. He grabbed the warlock’s arm and soon.

— Woodeuk!

broke

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The warlock, whose bones were broken, couldn’t even scream properly. His mouth

is blocked by Glaya’s hand, and his face turns pale as he struggles to breathe.

— Woodeuk!

Another bone completely shredded.

Krell finally came to his senses from his daze. He hastily tried to fight back.

Raise your arms and your head quickly makes a circuit.

A circuit dyed black comes to mind. The circuit where the lines were formed

teratologically accelerated the activation of magic in an instant.

Glaya grabbed the ax again. he hits the floor

The golden ax of Glaya drew a golden trajectory, and as if an intangible

shockwave would grind everything, the black magicians’ circuits were completely

destroyed.

Krell… shut up. His eyes are shaking wildly. The magic he was preparing was

disorganized like his trembling mind.

Huung.

The wind passes under his chin. A gale blew the ends of his robes.

Berserker, Glaya on Prisilant. His hand starts moving again.

He accidentally broke the warlock’s arms and legs.

Released heavy momentum.

The mana of the area becomes heavy. This is now the realm of Glaya. You can’t go

out without his permission, and you can’t step out without his permission.

‘What… such a monster…’

I haven’t heard of this guy coming. Krell was just guarding this place, tempted

by the word that if you deal with the inhabitants of the bottomless pit, he will

give you a higher grade offering.

But… it wasn’t the inhabitants of the abyss, but the monster.

Krell’s spine cooled. Reason shouts. Run away from a monster you can’t defeat.

he took a step back The black magicians under his command also slowly pulled

their legs behind him. I don’t know if I can escape or not. But I had to try.

fluff.

One warlock with twisted legs from overexertion took a picture of the butt. Even

though I swallowed a single saliva, the sound of falling in the stillness where

I was careful was especially loud.

The pupils of the monster, who had only one black magician in his hand, rolled.

Glaya warned. Advised. Advised.

“Don’t move.”

The thick murderous intent of the slimy swamp enveloped the area.

A heavy word made the warlocks listen. Movement stops momentarily. Their

fingertips tremble. A great warrior was before their eyes.

“If you move. It might kill you.”

Glaya on Prasilant.

A great warrior who was once called a berserker.

He lowered the ax at an angle.

I, who was fighting tooth and nail to destroy and rebuild the warlocks’ magic

and subdue them, burst out laughing.

“That’s why I can’t attack that guy.”

From what I can tell, that guy is over 50 years old.

It’s a monster that even active knights attack and lose.

Even though there are hordes of warlocks, their power to control the atmosphere

is no joke.

This is why I thought charisma was not a joke back when I was a member of the

Royal Guard.

The Minister of Magic was always playful, but the head of the Royal Guard,

Glaya, was not.

Right.

I snapped my fingers.

Dismissed! Electricity jumps out. The warlocks who had lost their attention to

Glaya for a moment gasped and turned their heads. Their complexions had turned

pale.

A huge force weighs them down. A vicious murderous intent eats away at their

spirit. A vivid, maddening madness stops their movements.

Therefore, the warlocks saw it one step too late.

I cast the completed spell. Snap your fingers, complete the final calculations,

and connect circuits to circuits.

A wizard is someone who prepares.

A wizard is someone who becomes stronger as time passes.

Red lightning strikes from the sky, and the earth splits and then heals itself.

The warlocks gritted their teeth and tried to fight back.

The warlocks in my direction were the warlocks at the foot of the mountain, on

the left, located in the exact opposite direction of Glaya.

As a result, warlocks who were slightly less affected were able to compose

proper magic with relatively clear minds.

I laughed and destroyed their magic one by one. When the finger touches the

circuit where the magic is drawn, the mana invades and eats up the magic itself.

Mana’s demonic energy is mixed with it, and it feels like insects are crawling

all over the body, but that’s okay. I had to endure this much.

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I lit the magic candle fire. Ashes of gray smoke rise high into the sky. Glaya

waved her hand.

“Is that still blood?”

“It is an essential item for wizards.”

I lowered my gaze.

Below were 15 black magicians who had been subdued. Surprisingly, the minister

did not kill a single person. It just broke the limbs.

The limbs of the black magicians who tried to regenerate with magic were

strangely restored. The twisted limbs are still attached.

The limbs, with their hands pointing toward the back rather than toward the

chest, seemed to be looking at a bizarre-shaped spider.

“Yongke made it like this.”

“Did you even manage to make it like that?”

At the place the minister pointed to, there were black magician electric grills.

The thrillingly roasted ones were still suffering from the aftermath of the

electric shock, twisting their bodies.

I rubbed the magic candle with my fingers and turned off the light.

The black magicians turn it off. screaming and moaning I approached them

The minister crosses his arms behind him. he bent his brow.

“Isn’t the second officer good at interrogation?”

Certainly, the 1st Secretary would be good at curing curses, and the 2nd

Secretary would be good at torture and interrogation.

“He is not there now. so i have to Isn’t the minister not good at this?”

Shrugging his shoulders, he grabbed the black magician by the collar. Comes with

a black robe. The weight of the warlock who struggles with his robe is quite

heavy.

My strength isn’t enough to hold it with one hand like a minister.

I had no choice but to leave the warlock on the floor and snap my fingers.

Chaaagh!

Water is pouring down. The black magician, who had water in his pores at the

moment, twisted his body while saying ‘Kek-Kek!’ I set my eyes on him.

“Hey, wake up.”

the guy won’t wake up I snapped my fingers again.

Right.

Chaaagh!

I will add one more glass of water every time it doesn’t happen in the future.

The warlock, Krell, whose cool voice pierced his ears, suddenly woke up.