Novel Will Be Taken Down on 17 May or Earlier Chapter 121 - History Being Overwritten (1)

[Baton Tainted by Evil]

 

[Grade: Epic]

 

[Restriction: None]

 

[Effect: Sealed]

 

[Description: The demon’s curse dwelled on it, and its effect was sealed. In order to know its proper effect, it must be purified.]

 

67th in the pecking order, Amdusias.

 

The loot he dropped was a baton that seemed to have been carved from the horns of a beast.

 

Anyway, a baton. Seeing that it had no level restriction, the effect might not be ordinary.

 

“Not a bad look for someone from an inferior race.”

 

First of all, it passed Grandfel’s sense of aesthetics.

 

Well, its grade was epic.

 

I could look forward to what kind of effect it would have.

 

[Map of Oblivion Drawn in Blood]

 

[Grade: Epic]

 

[Restriction: None]

 

[Effect: Sealed]

 

[Description: The demon’s curse dwelled on it, and its effect was sealed. In order to know its proper effect, it must be purified.]

 

66th in the pecking order, Kimaris.

 

The guy seemed to have spit out a map.

 

When it came to maps, the first thing that came to mind was a treasure map.

 

Like the baton, it was difficult to guess the effect until it was purified.

 

‘By the way.’

 

…So, can I just receive this and take it?

 

Grade [epic] items.

 

As I explained grandly, just by looking at the grade, these were rare items.

 

Above all, I was well aware of the effects of [Pentagram of Pure Knowledge].

 

‘It’s like getting the same level of fraudulent items day by day.’

 

I wasn’t the one who defeated Kimaris and Amdusias.

 

The loots were obtained by the senior mages who entered [the Demon King’s Castle of Rhythm] and [the Devil’s Castle of Indulgence], respectively.

 

Yes, the loots were given to me by the Mage Tower.

 

The reason was as simple.

 

– “Chief Lee Hoyeol probably knows best how to use it.”

 

If this was a simple item…

 

Due to my integrity.

 

I wouldn’t have been able to receive and take the loot.

 

But it was a demon’s item.

 

The loots of the demon kings, at that.

 

It had an extremely unclean energy.

 

Therefore, it had to be purified through [Exorcism].

 

“I will live up to your expectations.”

 

Indeed.

 

It was a great intention.

 

Compared to Grandfel’s cause, my material desires were like dust in front of a mountain. I shamelessly accepted it too.

 

Yes, wasn’t it against formality to ignore sincerity?

 

Well, yes.

 

Of course.

 

[Eyes Burning with Malice]

 

[Grade: Epic]

 

[Restriction: None]

 

[Effect: Sealed]

 

[Description: The demon’s curse dwelled on it, and its effect was sealed. In order to know its proper effect, it must be purified.]

 

64th in the pecking order, Flauros.

 

The loot that I acquired after defeating him was really acquired by my own power. It should be okay to look at this with a bit of pride.

 

“It looks ugly. It couldn’t be worse.”

 

…Despite what I thought, I broke my excitement with my own words.

 

As the name suggested, its appearance was like an eyeball itself.

 

So looking at it with aesthetic sense, there was nothing I could do about it.

 

I packed the loot into my inventory and shifted my gaze.

 

To the status window.

 

[Name: Grandfel Claudie Arpheus Romeo]

 

[Title: The Last Adventurer]

 

[Class: Demon hunter]

 

[Level: 425]

 

[Stat]

 

Strength: 67 / Agility: 73 / Mana: 350 / Luck: 6 / Aesthetic: Low

 

[Points: 35]

 

Thanks to removing the item worn, the aesthetic stat went down.

 

I raised 35 levels when I defeated Demon King Flauros.

 

It was a tremendous increase, but it was also true that it was disappointing.

 

Because Flauros was a boss monster of level 850.

 

‘It’s like there’s a wall every 100 levels.’

 

I felt this every day.

 

The sharp increase in the required experience points.

 

This was what I felt when I went from level 200 to level 300.

 

Now that I’d reached level 400, the rate of increase in level probably had slowed down significantly.

 

If rankers at a similar level to me heard it.

 

They might say that I didn’t know how to be satisfied.

 

They might get angry.

 

‘Put yourself in my shoes. They might say something like that.”

 

However, for me, it wasn’t enough to be at a level comparable to the top ranker.

 

I still had a long way to go to turn the pouring overestimation into reality.

 

In that sense, it was good news.

 

“It looks like you finally know your place.”

 

The news that the demons’ activities had subsided.

 

Of course, because I was a demon hunter.

 

I knew very well how clever the demons were.

 

Now I was just watching the situation.

 

The demons could reach out again at any time.

 

“It suits you to lie down like that.”

 

So I had to use this short peace properly.

 

If I had been busy pouring water into the bottomless pot.

 

Now was the time to properly restore it from the bottom up.

 

‘In short, I have to take care of my substantiality.’

 

By the way…

 

I had dug out so many holes and wells.

 

I didn’t know where to start.

 

But there was a saying that well begun is half done.

 

The first step was important.

 

Tap tap–

 

Knowing that fact.

 

I first headed to where my pride led me.

 

If you said that I still had a long way to go and asked where I was going.

 

There was no big problem because I wasn’t going to get out of the Mage Tower anyway…

 

Hubble-bubble.

 

I recited at the boiling water.

 

“I will come back before the water cools down.”

 

*

Garnet Hall.

 

The return of the highest-quality magic tools that had been taken out was done quickly.

 

Some of the senior mages relented with regret.

 

The one who seemed particularly regretful was the flame mage, Bensch William.

 

“It ended quickly.”

 

“Isn’t that actually a good thing?”

 

“That’s true, but I feel strangely regretful for this…”

 

Tsk.

 

Bensch looked at the [Small Mana Sun] drifting away. Even if it was the senior mage who requested it, the removal of top-class magic tools was not easily permitted.

 

A senior mage armed with top-class magic tools.

 

That alone was enough to raise concerns from everyone except the Mage Tower. In the first place, it was the first time Bensch handled a magic tool of that level.

 

“…I literally felt like I was the Fire Dragon.”

 

Bensch was tantalized.

 

Of course, his regret didn’t last long.

 

His unexpected natural enemy.

 

Matis appeared at Garnet Hall.

 

That too, with good hearing.

 

“I’m sorry, then, Bensch William.”

 

“…Y-Yes?”

 

“I always grind my teeth when it comes to the Fire Dragon.”

 

“No, I wasn’t… I wasn’t referring to Karimjeva!”

 

“Yes. We’ll talk about it at a later meeting.”

 

“…A-A meeting? A later meeting?!”

 

A meeting with Senior Matis!

 

Just imagining it made him feel sick under pressure.

 

First, let’s avoid it.

 

The moment Bensch walked out of Garnet Hall with a pale face.

 

Marcelo and Belliere, senior mage of healing school, encountered him.

 

“You look pale. Is there anywhere you feel hurt?”

 

Bensch tried to smile at Belliere’s warm-hearted question.

 

“…My heart is going to be in bad shape soon. Haha.”

 

“?”

 

…What are you talking about?

 

Marcelo and Belliere exchanged glances for a moment.

 

They caught sight of Matis.

 

Belliere greeted him first.

 

“I haven’t seen you in a while. Have you been well?”

 

“There was no problem.”

 

“Both of you had a hard time in the Demon King’s Castle rupture. Senior Matis, and Senior Belliere. I have unintentionally passed on an important responsibility to you two.”

 

Hoyeol and Marcelo.

 

Because the two chiefs unintentionally entered the same rupture.

 

Matis and Belliere were the ones responsible for the other two ruptures.

 

Matis shook his head.

 

“It was Chief Hoyeol who was doing the hard work, not me.”

 

News from the world was also delivered to the Mage Tower.

 

Without having to go far, you could see how the world worked just by listening to the conversations between adventurers in the lobby of the Mage Tower.

 

“Thank you.”

 

Belliere returned the magic tool she took out and turned around.

 

Her jade eyes looked surprised.

 

“I didn’t know because I wasn’t interested until now. People in this world are very interested in others, aren’t they? Really, the talks about Chief Lee Hoyeol never end…”

 

Of course, the Mage Tower officially moved in this Demon King’s Castle rupture.

 

This meant that a lot of attention had been paid to them as well.

 

Bellierre swept the goosebumps on her forearms.

 

“I feel burdened just by the attention I get now.”

 

How on earth did Chief Lee Hoyeol get to that position,

 

By enduring a lot of pressure?

 

More than just being curious, she felt a sense of respect.

 

Trudge.

 

The three left Garnet Hall and climbed the stairs.

 

Marcelo continued the topic from earlier.

 

“I can also guess the weight he carries a little bit. I wanted to share the burden. Sir Hoyeol doesn’t allow that easily.”

 

“It’s not because Chief Marcelo is lacking.”

 

“Chief Lee Hoyeol has his own firm standard.”

 

Hoyeol’s standard.

 

Although they weren’t exactly sure about it.

 

It was clear that he was not conscious of anyone’s gaze or evaluation.

 

“Thanks to this, he brought a new wind to the Mage Tower. Over and over again.”

 

There was no need to explain, you could tell just by looking at what happened at regular conferences and pre-verification. It was Hoyeol who poured out rejection without considering the senior mages’ or the schools’ reputation.

 

Matis and Belliere.

 

Marcelo laughed a little at the two senior mages’ evaluation of Hoyeol.

 

“I’m relieved that you two say so.”

 

To a third party, it was an insignificant exchange.

 

But Matis and Belliere couldn’t ignore it.

 

“…”

 

They knew what Marcelo meant.

 

Matis looked at the back of Marcelo, who was walking ahead.

 

‘He’s thinner than before.’

 

Many thoughts came to mind, but Matis shook them off.

 

Then he opened his mouth.

 

He tried his best to change the subject.

 

“Coincidentally, it looks like we all head the same destination.”

 

It wasn’t really planned.

 

The three were walking up the stairs toward the same place.

 

Soon, three people reached their destination.

 

Marcelo said.

 

“I know that it is impossible to remember forever and be remembered. There are things you have to forget in order to move forward. But I want to greet him at least this time.”

 

For mages below the skill level,

 

It was an unknown location.

 

『Where the Eternal Snow Sleeps』

 

In front of it, Marcelo calmly continued.

 

“It’s like the first counterattack.”

 

They only knocked down three demon kings.

 

It wasn’t enough to call it revenge for the Mage Tower that was manipulated by the demons.

 

But this was definitely a first step.

 

“…Shall we go in?”

 

Belliere, who had been silent, asked.

 

Three people entered 『Where the Eternal Snow Sleeps』.

 

And they faced each other.

 

“……!!!”

 

They never imagined.

 

That person would be here.

 

.

 

.

 

.

 

Dark history was something you couldn’t forget even if you wanted to.

 

Thanks to this, I remembered the setting of Grandfel clearly.

 

I also knew the impact of those settings on me.

 

So, I.

 

My pride.

 

Also, the reason why I visited 『Where the Eternal Snow Sleeps』 where Senios slept.

 

I could guess.

 

『He was the heir to a great family, but that family was ruined by the demons.

 

The only survivor of the family, Grandfel Claudie Arpheus Romeo, hereinafter referred to as Grandfel, walked the path of a demon hunter to take revenge on the demons.』

 

Grandfel was alone.

 

He was the only survivor of the Claudie family.

 

At the same time, he was Akshan’s last demon hunter.

 

For Granfel, the Mage Tower was a new home.

 

However, one of its members, Senios, lost his life to the demons.

 

Even if Senios’ death was the death Senios had wished for.

 

Even if his end was full of pride.

 

As long as the demons were involved.

 

As long as he was the elder mage of the Mage Tower.

 

Gandfel couldn’t take his death lightly.

 

Indeed.

 

The oppression of the demon kings.

 

That included mourning for Senios.

 

『The first thing Grandfel learned as the next head of the family was to be indifferent about trivial matters.

 

The position of head of the Claudie family was a position where even the slightest agitation was not tolerated.』

 

I didn’t know how much Grandfel-style mourning would be conveyed…

 

At any rate, this was the best I could do.

 

“Senior Mage Senios…”

 

The address ‘nim’ didn’t come out no matter how hard I tried.

 

I looked at the coffin where Senios had fallen asleep and turned.

 

And we faced each other.

 

…What are those gazes?

 

Marcelo, Matis, Belliere.

 

For some reason.

 

Those three people were looking at me with emotional gazes.

 

*

Tok.

 

“…?”

 

A nemesis wasn’t called a nemesis for no reason.

 

No. 3, Lee Yerim, woke up to the sound of a presence.

 

Tok.

 

The sound of something hitting the window.

 

Now she could tell without having to check.

 

“Seriously…”

 

Stammer.

 

Lee Yerim managed to open her eyes and picked up her smartphone.

 

Sunday.

 

5:50 a.m.

 

Lee Yerim groaned, burying her face in the pillow.

 

“Lee Hoyeol, my one and only younger brother. Do you not sleep…?”

 

Even spam messages were not this bad.

 

He sent greeting letters to their parents every morning.

 

Thanks to this, Lee Yerim felt like a relatively unfilial child.

 

Mrs. Choi even said that she was more worried about her marriage path than Hoyeol’s player career.

 

Jerk–!

 

So Lee Yerim kicked the blanket and shouted.

 

“No, can’t you just send a text message?”

 

Creak–!

 

A letter flew in the moment she opened the window.

 

The letter clung to Lee Yerim’s face.

 

Hubble-bubble, Lee Yerim suppressed her boiling anger.

 

“Youuuu… Is this magic, too?!”

 

Whether you’re older, more mature, or whatever.

 

Nemesis is nemesis.

 

“…But you’ve worked hard. This noonim will let you off, bastard.”

 

Family is family.