Chapter 149:

Chapter 149:

Zap!

An electric current barrier appeared between Kalia and Buford.

The transparent barrier, thin enough to reveal the dominance of magical power, spread thinly like the auroras of the Winter Isle.

However, the destructive power of the thin and mysterious translucent barrier was not as beautiful as it appeared.

When Bufords fingertip grazed the barrier, sparks flew.

Argh.

Feeling a sharp pain, Buford instinctively withdrew his hand.

Nevertheless, the skin on his longest extended finger was completely burned.

Buford, who held the burnt flesh, glared at the owner of the barrier approaching him.

To think that words of salvation would come from that filthy mouth This is the ultimate blasphemy.

His calm words were sharp.

His gaze was as cold and chilling as the silver hair shining brightly.

Kalia, without any emotional response, gazed at the sudden appearance of the barrier in front of her, as if she had expected it.

Even Buford, whose finger was burned through the barrier, looked at her with an expression devoid of emotions.

Look at this, look. My words were right, werent they, Prince? You said we should be careful?

The air tore open with a swoosh, and a demon emerged from the black void.

The warlock with dark skin embraced the injured prince, planting a kiss on his injured hand.

The burned skin was healed by the dark magic.

Youre someone who doesnt even flinch when youre hurt. But why do you desire something so trivial? Really how envious.

Damon stared at Kalia with its torn eyes and then turned to Simon beside her, laughing.

You call yourself the Archmage, yet you have such a terrifying presence. You.

You call yourself a warlock, yet the stench of evil emanates from you.

Simons sarcastic remark sharpened Damons eyes.

Those words were the worst for her, who was always rejected for using dark magic and treated as filthy.

Well, history is written by the victors. After becoming the losers in this war, can you still say such arrogant words?

Well Im sorry, but Ive never learned the word defeat, so I dont know what youre talking about.

An arrogant man whose cheekiness is sky-high.

Thud! Kwaang!

A surge of black and blue magical currents collided in the air.

The impact created a small whirlwind.

The paper and curtains were in disarray, and the people who had been lost in thought screamed and pressed themselves against the wall.

Just with the slight release of their power, the spacious tournament hall became a mess as if a storm had hit.

The guards who were waiting couldnt even think of intervening in the clash between the Archmage and the warlock, so they tightly gripped their weapons.

Amidst the chaos, Buford approached Kalia again.

Whats so difficult? I just want to make sure.

He looked at her, grumbling with annoyance.

Kalia, with her expressionless face, watched him without any hint of wavering, as beautiful as a finely crafted statue.

When he glimpsed her through the black shadows, she seemed to be someone who could easily laugh, but the Kalia that Buford faced was always that expression.

No emotional response, as if saying, You are nothing more than a passing breeze, a dignified expression.

But why does his heart flutter like this?

Why does he feel such a strong desire to reach her?

Thump, thump. Thump. Thump.

His heart pounded roughly.

General, my heart feels like its going to burst when I see you. Why is this happening?

As Buford approached fearlessly, a while ago, Simon, who was close to him, caused the current barrier to spark once again.

He glared at Simon, who stood still and suppressed the demon magic.

Even though Damon was a warlock using an unknown power, it couldnt compare to the overpowering magic of the Archmage who had surpassed enlightenment.

She was gradually retreating, while Simon didnt seem the least bit strained.

If you come any closer, I can erase you from that spot without leaving a trace.

Buford frowned at Simons words, his face showing annoyance.

How did it come to this? Why are there so many obstacles?

He felt frustrated.

Should he release all the chimeras he brought and scatter the young Archmages focus? He pondered this thought.

Just as he was thinking that, Kalia, who had been standing like a statue all this time, moved.

!

Simons translucent shield rippling in front of him had no effect on Kalia.

She effortlessly pierced through it and approached Buford.

Kalia!

Simon urgently called out to her.

Even Buford, who had desperately wished to reach her, was taken aback by her sudden movement.

Do you want me?

Hah! A prince who thinks hes so superior.

Buford chuckled bitterly despite being pulled by Damon.

Youre just as foolish as me, so what

With a pale and disgusted face, she quickly created a dimensional rift.

Even in the midst of it, Bufords gaze never wavered from Kalia, and Kalia, too, didnt take her eyes off him.

Was it because his heart belonged to a different owner? That didnt matter.

After all, what contained this heart right now was his own body, and he was the one feeling the burning passion towards her.

As the black rift enveloped the two of them completely, Bufords vision also turned completely dark.

* * *

The conference hall where they had completely vanished.

Simon and Kalia quickly disposed of the remaining chimeras and surveyed the chaotic scene.

There were some who sat down and sobbed, and others who fainted while holding onto doors that wouldnt open due to the chimeras corpses.

A few wicked individuals crawled into the defensive barrier Simon had created for Louismond.

Fortunately, while there were some who lost limbs, there were no casualties.

W-What happened

I-If its like this

With fearful faces, they looked at the chimeras corpses.

The ones still alive were writhing and moaning.

Kalias ice sword was lodged in its head.

Kieeek!

With a final scream, the last chimera was taken care of.

Startled nobles instinctively gathered where Kalia and Simon were.

The short-lived battle was over, but fear still dominated the space.

Louismond looked at the chaotic tournament grounds with cold eyes.

Then, he stepped out of Simons barrier and surveyed the dazed representatives of the host countries.

I understand that there are weaknesses. The leaders of just and proud nations have stooped so low and lowered their voices because precious ones are at stake, I suppose.

Louismonds voice filled the silent space.

In one nation, the safety of the people may be at stake, like in Rojas, and in another nation, they may have been forced out by a corrupted royal family consumed by darkness. However if we continue to be swayed by darkness, we will be consumed by an even greater darkness.

They if they dont take the antidote they provide, all the royals will be exterminated. How can we do anything about it? Even if we join forces and defeat them everyone will die in the meantime!

As he exclaimed those words, some people hung their heads in despair.

Some clenched their fists, filled with gloom and misery.

No, we wont die.

Kalia said quietly.

She returned the ice sword and summoned Amuntias sword.

As the massive ice sword disappeared like magic and the flame-engulfed sword of Amuntia appeared, the royals of the participating countries all swallowed hard.

They looked at Rojas General Commander, who was performing non-magical but seemingly magical feats, with awe-filled eyes.

No one will die by demonic magic. I will make sure of that. I will ensure they dont die.

With those words, Kalia firmly plunged Amuntias sword into the ground, holding it with both hands.

Thump!

At that moment, a burst of white light erupted from the point where the sword was embedded, so bright and dazzling that everyone present had to close their eyes.

The radiant light, so white and blinding, as if their souls were being cleansed.

When the light became too intense for everyone to breathe, just as it became difficult to breathe, the light disappeared in an instant.

People slowly opened their eyes.

They exhaled as if their breath had been taken away, their breathing quickened by shock.

Its gone.

What what is this

Then, where magic had vanished, there were only fairies and monsters with their bodies torn apart, like stuffed dolls, and human corpses remaining.

Louismond addressed the stunned crowd with a solemn voice.

Rojas will never surrender to the power of darkness. We will find our own path to salvation.

Everyone fell silent and looked at the Crown Prince. And they looked at Simon and Kalia, who stood on either side of the Crown Prince.

The pupils of those who gazed at the three pillars of Rojas youth flickered.

The more afraid we become, the larger the darkness grows. We must never give in to fear.

Looking at each one of them, Louismond forcefully spoke his final words.

If you want to protect, dont be afraid. Stand up on your own. We may have suffered individually, but together, we will fight back.

With those words, Louismond turned around.

Simon and Kalia followed slowly behind him, their cloaks fluttering.

The light of Simons protective enchantment enveloped the three of them.

Leaving the closed door behind, the remaining people stood there for a while, dazed and with a lingering smell of blood.

The first to rise was the King of Datrian, who had lost his heir.

Without hesitation, he immediately sent a message to the kingdom.

[We have lost the prince, and there is no need for further hesitation. We prepare for war.]