Chapter 183

Lorcha was narrowly dodging attacks by a hair’s breadth. Just avoiding the flying ice spears and arrows was exhausting, but thanks to Damian handling the other enemies, she could focus on evasion, and thanks to that, she managed to dodge without much trouble. The ice attacks Boars were throwing around were slow compared to Tristan’s, so Lorcha could dodge them as long as she stayed focused.

“Just dodging won’t mean anything!”

“…Like your belly fat?”

“My belly fat is gone now!”

“You’ve become obese.”

“You damn brat! Is that all you can say?!”

“Next pig, you.”

Lorcha was provoking as much as she could, but she still had no real plan. Others might have many ways to exploit weaknesses, but she, who had dedicated herself solely to water attribute magic, had no other options.

“Dragon’s fang, pierce through.”

Sharp water pillars rising from the ground,

“Trident of the sea god, skewer and kill.”

Water spears approaching from three directions,

“Hungry sea’s wrath, it’s time to feast.”

A spell that tears flesh and pours salt into the wounds to inflict pain,

“I told you it’s meaningless, you dried-up hag!”

All of them froze upon touching Boars’ body, losing their meaning. No matter what she tried, she couldn’t break through Boars’ cold aura, and Lorcha’s magic power was gradually depleting.

“This damn…”

“It’s too late to surrender now! You’re going to die in the most horrible way in this world!”

Lorcha decided to pour all her magic power into one spell, betting everything on this one move. Even though it was a bad move, it was the only option she had left. But at that moment, she noticed a man sitting on a tree behind Boars.

It was Damian, her son from the future and the source of her stress.

“Hey!!! Hurry up and help!!!”

“…”

Damian quietly took out a small bag containing something. Then he detached the lower part of his mask.

“Hey, what are you doing?!”

“…It’s lunchtime. Sadly, I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday.”

Damian took out a piece of bread from the bag.

“Ugh… the bread’s all dried up. No matter how thick and soft it is, dried-up bread is worthless.”

Damian crushed the dried-up bread with his fist, and it crumbled to the ground. Meanwhile, Lorcha, who was dodging attacks, was furious.

“Hey, you bastard! Are you seriously being a foodie while people are fighting?!!”

“Mother taught me not to skip meals.”

“Didn’t she teach you to help when someone’s fighting in front of you?!”

“…Nope. She did tell me to get lost if I didn’t want to see this mess, though.”

“You petty jerk.”

No matter how much she insulted him, Damian started spreading butter on a soft piece of bread from his bag.

“Lard is nice, but butter suits this bread better. Flip the bread and spread butter on the inside. Spreading it on the outside is pointless and just wastes clean hands. Extra effort for nothing.”

While the others were fighting, Damian leisurely spread butter and honey on his bread, even adding turkey ham. This was enough to anger the combatants.

“After I kill that pig, you’re next, you bastard!”

“After I kill that dried-up Tower Lord, you’re next, you masked pervert!”

No matter what they said, Damian quietly chewed his sandwich. Then he left a meaningful remark.

“Our mother valued table manners. She said there’s a lot to learn from meals. Don’t you think so too?”

“What…”

“Neither our mother nor I like repeating ourselves. That’s all I can say.”

With that, Damian bit into an apple and said nothing more.

“That bastard must have some disease where thorns grow on his body if he speaks honestly, damn it!”

Damian wanted to applaud his mother’s sharp insight.

For a brief moment, he recalled what he had said. Even if it seemed like meaningless chatter, he believed there was some meaning to it.

“Well, I get what you’re trying to say… but is that even possible…?”

Despite Lorcha’s doubts, Damian continued to munch on his apple, giving no answer.

“Are these guys doing a comedy skit in front of people?!”

“There’s no one here but me! Just a frozen pig and a crazy demon brat!”

Lorcha decided to create a new spell on the spot, betting everything on this one move. Normally, developing a spell required complex communication with spirits, intricate magic power conversion calculations, and the approval of the Spirit King.

The only exceptions were spells that didn’t require communication with spirits through incantations, or those who had a direct contract with the Spirit King, allowing them to communicate directly without intermediaries.

“If you mess this up, I’ll kill you….”

“…Suit yourself.”

Damian tossed aside the apple he was eating and took out a canteen to drink water. Lorcha clicked her tongue and visualized the spell in her mind. She managed to get approval from the Spirit King of Water, with whom she had a direct contract, without any intermediate steps.

“Spirit King of Water…”

“I told you, no matter how much water you pour on me, it’s meaningless!”

“I will reclaim the blessing of graceful water from the impure one.”

“What…”

Instantly, droplets formed and began to seep out of Boars’ sweat glands, eyes, and nose. The droplets froze upon touching her skin.

“Hah… So it’s a spell that drains the moisture from my body… But as you can see, my skin freezes everything. This is pointless, isn’t it…”

“Your brain must have fattened up too, you idiot.”

“What?”

While Boars was confused by Lorcha’s words, Damian, who had been quietly observing the fight, predicted its outcome.

“The outcome is decided.”

As the water from her sweat glands began to freeze, Boars’ body was gradually covered in ice. The water from her tear ducts froze, and her eyeballs began to freeze. The water from her nose froze, blocking her nostrils.

“Absorbing all the water in your body? That’s too much trouble just to kill you, you pig. This spell was made just for you.”

Boars’ massive body was now completely encased in ice, with only her mouth remaining unfrozen.

“Damn it…!”

“At first, I thought about pouring a waterfall of water on you, but even an idiot like you would dodge that.”

“Save me! I suffered too! With this body…”

At that moment, an apple flew from somewhere and plugged Boars’ mouth.

“Come to think of it, I quite like this. Stuffing an apple into a piglet’s mouth and roasting it whole.”

Hearing Damian’s words, Lorcha chuckled.

“Yeah… I like that too.”

“Sadly, I haven’t had it often.”

“Really? How about having it now?”

“…Not bad.”

With their magic-infused fists, Damian and Lorcha struck the frozen Boars, shattering her into ice pieces scattered on the ground.

“Though I prefer roasted whole pig. I don’t like frozen pig. The only common point is the apple in its mouth.”

At that moment, Lorcha’s fist struck Damian’s jaw.

“Are you seriously eating bread and watching while people are fighting? Am I some kind of fighting dog?”

“…That hurts.”

“Tch, but how are you so strong at your age? You instantly found her weaknesses and how to exploit them…”

“Let’s just say it comes from experience. I don’t owe you any more answers.”

“You’re still a jerk…”

“Gah!”

Lorcha, who was about to curse him again, was startled. Damian, who had been talking just fine, suddenly vomited black blood.

“Hey, what’s going on! Did you get hurt fighting?”

Damian, seemingly weakened, slumped down.

“No way I’d get hurt by those trash mobs… This is just ink.”

“Are you seriously walking around drinking ink?!”

“Well, there’s squid ink pasta, right… It’s similar. So don’t worry about it.”

Damian shook off Lorcha’s concern and ran away. Lorcha quietly looked at the black blood Damian had vomited and fell into thought. She recalled reading something similar in a book about demons, but the details were foggy, as if obscured by mist.

Far away, Damian continued to vomit black blood.

“Damn it… I need to hold on a little longer… Damn it…”