Chapter 116

The guy called Gawain was ridiculously strong. For me, dodging his attacks was the best I could do. And it wasn’t just him—there were still three others. The other three were just watching the situation, and Lorcha was holding them off with a water barrier, but I couldn’t relax since I didn’t know when they’d join in. Plus, Gawain’s attacks felt off. My gut kept screaming that I had to dodge his attacks, not block them.

“Hoh… You’ve got pretty good instincts! As expected! Dodging instinctively like that!”

“I just don’t wanna touch a disgusting freak like you.”

I had no interest in rubbing bodies with some guy my age.

“As expected of the weapon our organization was after! You’ve got the potential to become a weapon that can even kill gods!”

What the hell, I’m not some Monster Hunter monster. The idea of turning me into a weapon pissed me off. They definitely needed to be taught a lesson for treating people like monsters. I didn’t want to get close to that guy, so I had to keep my distance and settle this with magic.

“Scales of the Steel Dragon, pierce my enemy.”

Countless sharp steel scales flew toward Gawain. If even one hit, it’d limit his movements… Oh, crap. The scales melted the moment they touched his body. I gritted my teeth as I watched the remnants of my attack turn into molten metal.

“Unfortunately, I’m as hot as my heart… Anything made of iron melts the moment it touches me. That’s why I can block most magic and easily defeat enemies who rely on martial arts or swords. Well, except for Sir Lancelot, of course.”

In short, his body was ridiculously hot. If his body was that hot… it meant his skin was burning red inside. So… this bastard was a commie to the bone? The blood of an anti-communist warrior roared.

“Today’s your funeral, you unlucky pig bastard.”

“I’m pretty lean, though? Plus, it seems like martial arts are your specialty… You do know you’d turn into sticky meat stew if you touched me, right?”

That was definitely true. Fighting him bare-handed would be a disaster. I had to find another way.

“You talk big, but you don’t have a plan, do you? I hate people like that. The kind who shout first without any strategy…!!!”

“Too bad! I hate bastards who look like you!”

Just dodging his punches and kicks was pushing my limits.

“Spirit of Water, devour my enemy!”

A massive amount of water poured toward him. If I could soak him and then hit him with a lightning spell, I could win.

“Hahaha… Sorcerers always think the same and fall for the same tricks…”

He wasn’t wet at all. The water I shot evaporated before it even touched him. How hot was his body? No wonder the iron mine felt ridiculously hot earlier… This bastard was the cause. He was like global warming, raising the temperature.

I had to take him down with environmental protection magic. But with most of my attacks sealed, I had few options left. Well, I could sacrifice an arm and turn it into charcoal, but I wasn’t willing to go that far.

Then, Lorcha’s voice rang out.

“Ha… Let’s switch positions, Werner.”

Suddenly, my body was swept toward Lorcha like I was caught in a river current. Lorcha calmly faced Gawain, riding the flowing water.

“Hey, don’t joke around! Lorcha, you saw it too. Water attribute magic doesn’t work on that bastard!”

“All sorcerers think they can win by just pouring water on me. But water attribute magic is meaningless against me. It all evaporates before it even touches me.”

Lorcha chuckled, then glared at Gawain with a disgusted expression.

“You’re exactly the type I hate. People who look down on water attribute magic, saying it’s only good for entertainment or weak in offense and defense…”

“I didn’t say it like that. I just said water attribute magic is meaningless against me.”

“Today, I’ll show you how great water attribute magic is as a gift for your journey to the afterlife.”

A blue aura began to swirl around Lorcha. She had devoted her life to water attribute magic. Sure, magic is better when you’re proficient in multiple attributes like Werner. It lets you handle various situations and enemies.

But there’s a unique strength in stubbornly sticking to one path. Lorcha, who never compromised and poured everything into one thing, wouldn’t lose this fight. I started to believe that.

“Young people these days are so bold. Talking back to adults like that~!”

“Ah, must be nice being old. Is your mom’s last name Saurus? If your mom spreads her legs, would a historical site come out? Are there ancient murals in your mom’s womb?”

The level of trash talk made me dizzy. Even Lancelot, who always maintained a cool and stoic image, was sweating bullets.

“Ha, kids these days have such foul mouths! This is why they have no manners!”

“Having no manners is better than having no mom, right?”

Lorcha, who spat out a diss reminiscent of a Harlem rap battle, now radiated a deep blue magical energy instead of trash talk. The humid yet cool magic was enough to chill the heat in the iron mine.

“I told you, water attribute magic is useless against me…!”

“Jaws of the Abyssal Dragon, pierce and devour the arrogant and wicked.”

Suddenly, giant shark teeth appeared and tore into Gawain’s right arm. To be precise, they only bit into the flesh, but it was still a fact that they injured that seemingly invincible bastard.

“So, you’ve materialized a part of a water spirit’s body. And a high-ranking one at that!”

“Don’t worry, the Abyssal Dragon is younger than your mom.”

Gawain, who had been listening to the trash talk, finally snapped and spewed fire from his mouth, burning away the teeth that had appeared.

Then, Gawain charged straight at Lorcha. If he touched her, she’d be cooked like a well-done steak. I quickly threw myself in to save her. I didn’t care if the other Round Table bastards targeted my back. They were idiots who just watched while their comrades fought.

His hand touched my arm.

“Damn it…”

It was ridiculously hot. It felt like dipping my arm into boiling oil. And that was just a graze.

“Haha, hot, right? Hey, young lady! You talked big, but your friend got hurt, huh? If you’re gonna talk big, you should fight properly!”

Lorcha didn’t say anything and came over to check my arm.

“Idiot… If it were me, it would’ve just been a light burn…”

“It’s fine. Compared to what I’ve done to you…”

The wrong I’d done to her over 12 years with only 11 days off was too great. A burn like this couldn’t make up for it.

“Werner… You’re really an idiot. You could’ve just stayed back and waited while I fought… But you had to step in and get hurt again.”

“Haha… Maybe it’s because I’m happy you’re worried about me.”

“…Spirit of Water, embrace the wound and bring peace.”

Cool water enveloped the burn, and the pain gradually subsided.

Lorcha stepped forward, leaving me behind. She was still radiating a deep blue magical energy, but it felt colder and more chilling than before.

“It’s been a while since you’ve seen your parents, right? Go visit them and show some filial piety.”

Lorcha’s magic pressed heavily on the iron mine.

“It means go to hell, you bastards. Of course, I won’t let you die easily.”

“Lorcha, you don’t need to get that angry…”

Lorcha pulled out a blue gem from her pocket. It was clearly no ordinary item, radiating immense power.

“By offering the gem protected by the MacLynn family, I approve the contract with the Spirit King of Water. This contract shall be passed down through generations.”

A intense blue light began to envelop Lorcha. The three who had been watching realized something was wrong and rushed in, but it was too late.

She had completed some kind of contract and stood before me, radiating oceanic magical energy.

“Now, no one can hurt you. What happened last time won’t happen again. You won’t cry or lose anything anymore.”

Lorcha’s back was as solid as the sea and as beautiful as flowing water.

“I’ll make sure of it.”