Chapter 118

Lorcha unleashed an extraordinary power. By the way, the Spirit King… Officially, wasn’t Airi the only one who had a contract with the Spirit King? I heard there were a few who refused the contract themselves. There was a swordsman who gave up a contract with the Wind Spirit for revenge, a sorcerer who abandoned the contract for their beliefs, and even someone who avoided contracts with spirits altogether, refusing even the Spirit King’s contract… But who would have thought that one of them would be Lorcha…

“Pillar of the Spirit King’s water, envelop and purify the evil.”

A massive pillar of water then wrapped around Gawain’s body. I thought it would evaporate in an instant, but he couldn’t escape easily and had to spew out a large amount of flames before barely managing to break free. On the other hand, Lorcha seemed to create that water pillar without much effort.

If Gawain used about 50 units of magical power to spew fire, Lorcha seemed to use only about 10 units to create that water pillar.

Gawain, drenched in water, shouted.

“Lancelot! Gallahad! What are you two doing, not helping me?!!”

This was dangerous. Even Lorcha couldn’t handle that bastard Lancelot at the same time. That Lancelot guy is a monster that even I, Camelian, and Ricardo combined couldn’t defeat.

But Lancelot didn’t move an inch and said this.

“This is outside the contract.”

“What? What the hell is this bastard saying?!!”

“My contract with your king only involves following the king’s orders. I never agreed to follow the orders of trash like you.”

“What kind of nonsense is that, Lancelot! Hurry up and fight these bastards!!!”

“My orders were to subdue the Spirit King of Steel. I’ve fulfilled my orders and will receive part of what was promised. Unless the king orders me to subdue them, this is a pointless fight for me.”

So, in short, he only does what he’s ordered to do and has no need to join this fight. But subduing the Spirit King of Steel… Is that a bluff?

“Fine, I was an idiot to expect anything from an arrogant bastard like you! Gallahad!!! You at least come and help me!!!”

Then, the masked woman accompanying Lancelot responded.

“I share Sir Lancelot’s stance. You were the one who started the fight, so you should finish it yourself, trash.”

Gawain’s body began to burn. Is this why they say losers burn when they get angry? Quite a direct expression, huh?

“Karahes! You at least come and help me!!!”

Then, a masked man began to approach.

“As per headquarters.”

“Dammit! The only one helping me is this piece of trash… Really, these bastards!!! I’ll report today’s events properly to His Majesty!!!”

Suddenly called trash, but Lancelot and Gallahad didn’t care at all. Lancelot, with a calm expression, alternated his gaze between Gawain, me, and Lorcha, then spoke.

“Sir Gawain, as a condolence for your funeral, I’ll give you a prophecy. Today, the one who kills you will be the weakest and most insignificant person in this territory.”

Lancelot then slashed the wall with his sword. Behind the cut wall was a space of pure darkness. I think I’ve seen similar tricks before, but was it made like that?

“And you two sorcerers… Still foolish. I hope you grow more by next time.”

“Who the hell does this bastard think he is, calling us foolish…”

“Then, farewell.”

Gallahad and Lancelot disappeared into that dark space. I have no idea how it works, but now’s not the time to worry about those bastards. Right now, I need to focus on Gawain and Karahes.

As Karahes approached Lorcha, I immediately cast a spell at him.

“Lightning, become an arrow.”

The lightning, stretching like an arrow, aimed for his face and hit directly. Any normal human’s face would have turned to mush… Even if it didn’t kill him, it must have dealt significant damage.

“Hmm… This tastes pretty good. Lightning attribute magic has that thrilling taste, it’s the best, right?”

He was fine. To be precise, only his mask was shattered, but his annoying face and grating voice were intact. The lightning arrow spell is quite powerful, so taking a direct hit and remaining calm shouldn’t be possible. Moreover, judging by his words…

“You bastard, you absorbed my magic.”

“Yep~ All members of the Black Round Table are born with unique constitutions. Since I was young, I could eat magic. Whether it’s a Tower Lord or whatever, any enemy who uses magic is just a chef to me.”

Like that nymph with the annoying way of speaking, it seems only troublesome opponents are gathered here. So, there was such a secret. Then, perhaps Lancelot and Gallahad also have some unique constitutions?

“You’re both sorcerers, right? Then I’ll enjoy eating both of you. Not a single piece of flesh left on your bones…!”

He greedily opened his mouth. The shape of that mouth was disgusting… Personally, I hate bastards who look like that the most. But it’s obvious that he’s a counter to sorcerers… No, Gawain is like that, and this Karahes guy too, most sorcerers have a bad compatibility with them.

Even if I use a large-scale spell from Enok’s book, it would just be a special meal for him.

Then, I should use a spell that won’t matter even if he eats it.

“Lightning, become armor.”

The lightning attribute magical power began to envelop my body like armor. Since it’s not a projectile attack, I can directly punch him with a lightning punch. I charged at him and kicked him in the face.

But what got torn off wasn’t his face, but the flesh of my calf.

“Did you think I couldn’t eat it just because it’s a magic-enveloped attack? Did you mistakenly think I could only eat projectiles? I can eat the magical energy itself that magic emits!”

You should have explained that earlier, you bastard. Blood started flowing, and the only thought in my head was that I shouldn’t send this guy to Lorcha. The compatibility was too bad for a sorcerer.

Even if Ricardo, Camelian, or Glacia were here, it would have been easier… No, even one of them would have made a difference.

“Now, it’s my turn!!!”

He charged at me and opened his mouth. This crazy bastard thought of people as hot bars.

“Steel, envelop my body!”

If I’m going to die, at least I’ll make sure to leave some implants in this bastard. That’s what I thought as I used the steel attribute magic. But seeing my body turn to steel, he changed his stance and kicked me away.

Even with my body enveloped in steel, the impact wasn’t negligible. Moreover, Karahes’s martial arts skills were quite impressive.

But why did he change his stance when he could have just eaten me? He charged at me to eat me, but since he eats magic, he should be the natural enemy of magic… Wait, Lancelot just said he subdued the Spirit King of Steel.

But to subdue the Spirit King, who is magic itself, sending just Karahes would be enough. But sending three like this… Could it be that Karahes can’t eat steel attribute magic? So when I turned my body to steel, instead of eating me, he switched to a kick?

Then, the answer is simple. From now on, I’m Iron Man.

I charged at him with my body clad in steel. With my iron fist, I’ll smash his face.

“Tsk… Seems like you figured it out.”

So, this was his weakness? Now that I know his weakness, this bastard is as good as dead. Thinking he would retreat, I pressed deeper. But contrary to my expectations, Karahes approached me and bit my shoulder.

The steel enveloping my body shattered, and he chewed on the steel that had been covering me.

“Well, it’s not that I can’t eat steel attribute magic. It’s just a bit hard to eat. Everyone thinks the same, reacts the same, and gets beaten the same… It’s not even funny…”

“You damn pig bastard…”

Is there really no answer? Even if I use pure martial arts without magic, it’s clear that my body will be torn apart by Karahes’s mouth.

“Now, it seems you have no more moves.”

He kicked me in the abdomen. I blocked it with my arm, so there wasn’t much damage… But the impact was so strong that I flew through the wall.

Just as I was considering fighting with pure martial arts, ready to lose a limb, a sinister voice came from behind me.

“How dare you reduce me to this state… You insolent bastards…”

Wondering who it was, I turned around and saw a giant steel-spiked hedgehog tied up with black chains, groaning. It seemed like the Spirit King of Steel, covered in wounds, had been beaten badly by Lancelot.

“How dare you, the Spirit King of Steel…”

“Hey, you there.”

I approached him, thinking he might help. The groaning Spirit King of Steel’s pupils shook when he saw me.

“You… You are…”