When Aint Armian created a model Saint Bird in the city hall and proudly revealed his na before everyone.
The situation ca to an end.
All three evil ones were either killed or captured and transported to Wienderk’s prison.
And in the subsequent additional search, no evil ones were discovered.
Of course, it wasn’t certain.
"We can’t directly check inside."
Examining another person’s aura hall or mana heart was taboo, and even Aint Armian couldn’t freely search through their insides.
But externally, there were no more who appeared to be evil ones, and it was the sa when examined through the Dragon Faith Order’s artifacts.
Thus the situation was concluded for now.
But it wasn’t over.
[Duke Wienderk announces cancellation of the 198th Continental Academic Conference and holding a morial service for those who died in this evil one incident...!]
Though the cause was clearly revealed and the culprits caught, it was an incident that left eleven victims.
Especially since the deceased were nobles and royalty, it couldn’t just be passed over or continue with a festive atmosphere.
[Waves of condolence pour out for the victims...]
The Continental Academic Conference was cancelled, and morial services and funerals took its place.
But where there is darkness, there is also light.
Swoosh-
When Aint Armian drew back the curtains, the scene outside the window was revealed.
Below, countless gathered crowds.
"Aint Armian!"
"Aint Armian!"
And the na they were chanting.
This incident that produced eleven victims had given birth to a hero nad Aint Armian.
"Stand back!"
Duke Wienderk sent knights to protect him, but it seed he couldn’t step outside even one foot.
"Ugh. A life without freedom. I really didn’t expect this."
It was natural for people to be enthusiastic about heroes.
When chaos cos, people look for soone to depend on. That’s a hero.
The founding emperor of Armian was once like that, and Aint Armian would be the sa.
Because that was the most likely path for the world to survive.
"Yes. He said he’d go first and move the mana stone composite to where it’s needed. When I said I’d go with him, he told to maintain this atmosphere a bit longer before coming."
Gerhard Goldenheim had left first.
Since teleportation magic circles couldn’t be used with the mana stone composite, considerable ti was needed to move it again.
"I think he said the Dragon Faith Order."
"I agree."
A place that outwardly advocated religion but was full of excellent wizards.
And a place that despised demons and evil ones.
At least if the mana stone composite safely reached the Dragon Faith Order, it would be impossible for evil ones to cause trouble again unless a demon was summoned.
"I heard they’ll do anything if you pay them..."
More precisely, the magical experints and research that could be done with money.
"But what’s the real purpose of the evil ones? What do they gain by killing eleven people?"
Knock knock-
Just then, soone knocked on the door.
"Lord Aint Armian, you have a visitor."
"A visitor?"
"...Well."
Before the hesitant clerk could finish speaking, the door burst open.
There stood a completely unexpected person.
"...Your Grace?"
"First ti eting you, Aint Armian."
The master of Wienderk, Duke Gransis Wienderk.
"I’m sorry for visiting so suddenly. Normally I wouldn’t commit such rudeness, but the situation being what it is, I was a bit urgent."
The duke naturally sat on the sofa.
"Ah, no."
At the sudden appearance of such a big shot, Aint Armian had no leisure to bla him for it.
If Gardner hanging around his neck hadn’t infused him with energy, it would have taken longer to collect himself.
He didn’t really expect even bowing, but thanks to that, Aint Armian threw off his bewildernt.
The duke’s eyes showed interest at that sight.
"It’s fine, Your Grace. However, I expected you would summon ."
Though he had greatly helped resolve the situation, it was sothing done without any consultation with the territory’s actual owner.
It was natural for the duke, whose mood had been soured, to summon or seek out Aint Armian at so point.
No matter what preparations Gerhard Goldenheim had made in advance.
"How could I do that? You are the benefactor who removed Valerich’s troubles. It’s nothing for to move one step in my own territory, not so distant place."
Aint Armian tried to ignore what Gardner was saying as if it were unexpected.
"I received a rough report. Thanks to your activities, we found and caught evil ones without much damage."
"Yes."
"Impressive. Not only recovering Armian’s secret swordsmanship known to be lost at such a young age, but already achieving this level of accomplishnt. The head of Armian must be very pleased."
"You’re too kind."
Aint Armian showed humility.
At that mont, Aint Armian didn’t see a small flicker of interest in the duke’s eyes.
Nor that the duke’s judgnt and conclusion about him had been made at that mont.
"However, stepping forward in that situation was hard to see as purely from a sense of justice. You were looking for a stage to make your na known, and Valerich beca that stage - that’s my thought."
"That’s..."
"Ah, don’t be anxious. I have no intention of blaming you. That’s not why I ca. Rather the opposite."
"...The opposite?"
Aint Armian asked cautiously.
"Long ago, when the founding emperor rose in anger against demons, it was we Wienderk who most reliably stood by his side, I take pride in that."
How about it.
"Shall we repeat that legend together once more?"
The duke smiled slightly.
==
While Aint Armian was eting with the duke, Gerhard Goldenheim was walking through the mountains with Rosalia Wienderk, having left Valerich.
The reason for using past tense was because they had encountered an unexpected obstacle.
"..."
Gerhard Goldenheim and Rosalia Wienderk faced off against a man standing alone blocking their path.
Through the black clothing covering his entire body, pitch-black pupils stood out particularly.
The man extended his finger pointing behind Gerhard Goldenheim and Professor Rosalia Wienderk.
"That thing."
It was a relatively thick voice.
"I need to take it."
"Who are you?"
"Is there a reason to tell you?"
There was no need to ask.
As he began to reveal his aura in earnest, the magic faintly seeping out was proof that he was an evil one.
"I’ll give it to you."
"What nonsense?"
Rosalia Wienderk’s brow furrowed at Gerhard Goldenheim’s unexpected words, but he continued speaking without concern.
"Instead, let ask just one thing. No matter how much I think about it, I can’t co up with an answer."
Gerhard Goldenheim had pondered and pondered again why evil ones had killed eleven people.
But no clear answer erged.
Demon summoning at least had the possibility of annihilating the continent’s power holders gathered to watch the academic conference all at once.
If that had succeeded, humanity would have suffered a trendous blow.
But what would be gained by killing rely eleven nobles?
"Stopping the academic conference? Or just killing so as venting anger? Or maybe..."
Gerhard Goldenheim paused briefly.
"Expelling Wienderk from the empire? But is that possible with just that level?"
"Stopping the academic conference."
"I see."
"Now hand that over as promised."
"Sorry, but promises without contracts have no obligation to be kept. So you should have written a contract first."
"You deceived ."
"You lied too, so aren’t we even?"
Actually, he didn’t know if it was a lie or not, but that wasn’t important.
"Professor."
"You had a useless conversation, Gerhard Goldenheim."
"Just in case."
Rosalia Wienderk stepped forward.
"I think I said the sa thing recently, but I’ll say it again. I detest anyone coveting what’s mine."
"I’m targeting it for the first ti."
"The one behind you is probably the sa anyway. You filthy evil one."
She opened her subspace and drew out her staff.
"Tell your master clearly. What the price will be."
In the clear sky without a single cloud, snowflakes began falling one by one.
"Everyone stand back, I’ll handle him."
"But..."
"Stand back."
The Red Shell Knight Order mbers who had been hesitating at Gerhard Goldenheim’s words retreated.
A joint attack would be effective, but if the angry Rosalia Wienderk seriously unleashed magic, it would likely beco 1-1 rather than 1 1.
Above all.
"...Ha, damn it. Sir Harten."
"Yes, I sense it too."
There wasn’t just one enemy.
"Die."
Imdiately after ice rain poured down at Rosalia Wienderk’s gesture.
Kieeeek!
Grrrr-
Monsters revealed themselves from various parts of the mountain range.
8th-grade shadow monsters flew through the sky, and dozens of Orcs, 7th-grade monsters with massive muscular builds resembling ogres, approached with thundering steps.
Thump thump!
Gerhard Goldenheim secretly gripped his excited necklace.
"Wait. It’s not yet ti for you to step forward."
Then he drew out his staff and manifested magic.
Rumble-
Massive rock piles struck the Orcs. That was the signal.
"Each take two! Process them as quickly as possible and regroup at the carriage!"
"Yes!"
The Red Shell Knight Order, who had been holding their breath, all kicked off the ground at once.
Roaaaaar!
When the Orcs knocked away the rock piles and revealed themselves again, the knights’ swords greeted them.
—!
Though sword and flesh collided, an explosive sound rang out.
And the results were all the sa.
Graaaah!
Orcs falling with screams, knights not missing the opportunity to slash again.
re 7th-grade monsters couldn’t possibly face the Red Shell Knight Order, one of Goldenheim’s finest.
It didn’t take long for all the Orcs to fall as bloody sses.
But they couldn’t imdiately return to the carriage.
"...There are more enemies."
"Sa here."
Because the Orcs were only the beginning.
==
Gerhard Goldenheim overlapped several layers of defensive magic circles on the cart carrying the mana stone composite while monitoring the situation.
The battle between Rosalia Wienderk and the evil one was evenly matched, and the battle between knights and Orcs was one-sided.
’Easy enough.’
While the attack during return was unexpected, the forces prepared for such attacks didn’t disappear.
Gerhard Goldenheim thought they would block them without difficulty.
"More enemies!"
"Many monsters!"
Even when knights discovered other monsters and engaged in battle again, that thought didn’t change.
And.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
It was the sa now.
A rocky fist that erupted from the ground struck soone who had been stealthily approaching. The fist couldn’t advance further, but the opponent’s stealth was completely broken.
"...Oh no, I’ve been caught. I thought it was perfect, but how exactly?"
"I roughly expected this would happen."
Nothing was caught by the detection magic spread all around. However, Gerhard Goldenheim had other ans.
"Even so, it’s not sothing you can easily find... Well, whatever. I’m asking just in case, but you wouldn’t consider just giving that to , would you?"
"As if."
"Right, I suppose so."
The robed man, the evil one, shrugged his shoulders.
His atmosphere suddenly changed.
"Then I’ll just take it."
The magic extending from his right hand beca a giant fist and instantly shattered the rock.
Simultaneously, black fla masses flew toward Gerhard Goldenheim.
Gerhard Goldenheim hastily erected a rock barrier, but it easily lted away.
"...!"
At the stronger destructive power than expected, he urgently manifested the next magic.
Crack-
The ground split and his body sank below with the cart. The fire masses struck the wrong place.
"You’re doing troubleso things."
The evil one threw himself into the crack without hesitation. Imdiately after, a flow of magic-infused sand struck him.
Clang clang clang-
The sand that could instantly crush ordinary monster hide was blocked, unable to penetrate the magic.
"Such a trivial trick... what?"
But the real thing was separate. Glass bottles hidden within the sandstorm.
They exploded precisely near the evil one thanks to the sand, covering his entire body.
And smoke began rising from all directions. The flowing liquids ate away at the magic.
"...This is that thing. Holy water made by the Dragon Faith Order. I took quite a hit!"
"Just one hit?"
Gerhard Goldenheim’s voice ca from within the crack. Steel spears that sprouted from the crack walls pierced through the corroded magic.
And small spheres entered those wounds.
————!
Chain explosions occurred, twisting the evil one’s body.
The spheres’ identity was none other than mana stones inscribed with Explosion.
"Ugh, that was a bit dangerous! But with just this much, I can’t be...!"
The evil one’s tattered body rapidly regenerated.
Or tried to.
BOOOOOOM!
If a massive greatsword that erupted like a volcanic explosion hadn’t precisely aid for the gap and failed to penetrate his body.
"Huh...?"
The evil one’s eyes widened as his lower half was completely blown away.
"Huh huh...?"
As if unable to understand, he tilted his head.
"Where on earth did this co from?"
"Are those your last words?"
Even if there were any, he had no intention of listening.
The greatsword swept from bottom to top.
The evil one’s body was completely split in half.
Brutishly overwhelming aura completely decomposed the split flesh.
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