Chapter 481: The Far East Wasteland

Chapter 481: The Far East Wasteland

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“Hmm... Ahh... Like this? Is it working?”

To the east of Regalia, in a place known as the Far East Wasteland, Tūs the High-Order Muscle manipulated arcane energy throughout his body, his brow furrowed in concentration as he struggled with the intricate magecraft formulae before him.

A man was kneeling in front of him, watching him.

“...Master Tūs, what are you even trying to accomplish?”

Tūs gaze upon upon the man was sharp as a blade, enough to unsettle him.

“What, when did I say you’re allowed to speak? HUH?”

With Tūs pointing that out, the man hurriedly covered his mouth.

“Mm! Mmngh!”

The man, panicking as he muffled his statement of apology in his hands, was Gaspard.

He was currently in the midst of a lecture from his mentor, Tūs.

The reason being his possession by a Devilkin, a fact painfully obvious.

Subsequently entering the scene was Melchi, skipping on her way.

With a sidelong glance at Gaspard, Melchi chuckled gleefully, as she did every day since returning to this place.

“Always so pleased with yourself... The hell’s wrong with you?”

Tūs’ words elicited a response from Melchi.

“Well, you’ve always had Gaspard all to yourself, Master Tūs!”

Melchi glanced at Tūs, her gaze sharp.

“As his mentor, it’s my responsibility to straighten out this idiot’s flaws.”

“Meaning... keeping him to yourself?”

Melchi tilted her head, and Tūs trembled slightly.

“GAH, OKAY, FINE! WHAT A PAIN IN THE ASS! YOU TAKE CARE OF HIM YOURSELF!”

“NAHAHAHA! I WIN!”

With a triumphant raising of her fist, Melchi turned to Gaspard.

Since Asley had saved Gaspard, Melchi had been subtly hinting to Tūs every day: “Hand over Gaspard already.”

“Look, don’t destroy him, all right?”

Tūs referred to Gaspard almost as if he were a toy.

“Nuhuhuhu... Well, you heard him, my dear Gaspard~~! It’s my turn~~!”

Melchi proceeded to also refer to Gaspard as if he were a plaything.

“...! Maybe I’d be better off dead after all!”

“Hehehe... Nah, you’ll live! I’m gonna have a reeeeeeally good time with you...”

Melchi’s slender fingers wriggled like a monster’s tentacles.

His eyes met Melchi’s for a brief moment, and the one to look away with blinding speed was... him.

“A-anyway, I just wanna!”

Melchi narrowed her eyes into an expression of mischief.

“Hahaha... so you ARE thinking about things properly! Mm-hm, mm-hm! I knew you’d eventually come around and show how much you love your students! Well, no need to hide it now! I know you want your students to succeed — even Gaspard! Mm-hm, very nice!”

Then, as Melchi closed her eyes and nodded, the inside of her eyelids suddenly became darker. Then, when she opened them again, it was too late.

The giant Elf’s fist accurately struck Melchi’s head, the resounding crack echoing across the wasteland.

“YEOWCH!!”

Writhing in agony, Melchi’s flailing legs indicated that, unlike the mental damage Gaspard had suffered, her physical state was near collapse.

By the time Melchi had rolled across the Far East Wasteland, her consciousness had already begun to fade, unlike Gaspard, who was slowly regaining his senses.

And then, turning his gaze to Tūs, who continued to experiment with Magitek techniques repeatedly, Gaspard spoke,

“Master Tūs... Why...?”

He raised himself up, kneeling once more before Tūs.

“Oh, c’mon. I’m just doing what I want to do. Restoring your level is just a side thing.”

“What you... want to do...?”

“Whoop Asley’s four-eyes ass, what’s what! HAHAHA!!”

Tūs declared with a cheerful smile.

Indeed, Tūs’ kindness was not as deep as Melchi and Gaspard believed, as he himself admitted.

His innocent smile, akin to that of a child, and his insatiable curiosity for further exploration of the arcane arts widened Gaspard’s eyes in astonishment.

How palpable was the sense of excitement, the stirring emotions?

The difference between the Asley the Fool and Tūs the Philosopher was trivial.

What they both sought was the summit of strength, but inevitably they both faced setbacks along the way.

Asley had chased him relentlessly, overtaking him without realizing, being the Fool that he was.

Tūs ran tirelessly, confident he could overcome any obstacle as the Philosopher that he was.

Gaspard looked up at the Philosopher — an imposing figure indeed.

Restoring his level was just a side thing.

Realizing the truth in those words, Gaspard let out a deep sigh and quietly remarked,

“Honestly... I’ll never match up to how stubborn you are.”

“What? You said something? Or are you gonna stop talking nonsense and start doing some training?”

Naturally, the sage of the Far East had sharp ears. Gaspard’s muttered words were easily caught.

Gaspard’s face twitched as he wore bright red lipstick and an equally bright red dress, but his eyes were shining brightly.

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