Chapter 47

Just a moment ago, I thought the fight between Glacia and Airi was pretty intense, but their fight was literally a catfight. Compared to Melissa and Camelian Peony’s battle, Falcon Punches, construction signs, and whatever else were nothing but kitty punches. The world is vast, and there are many strong people. There are realms that minors and fresh adults can’t reach.

Blood spears poured down like a rainstorm, and a storm of sword energy raged. The blood spears Melissa aimed at Camelian Peony clashed with Camelian Peony’s slashes and disappeared. Melissa, who unleashed countless blood spears, was impressive, but Camelian Peony’s skill in deflecting them all was equally remarkable. Sword-wielding characters are usually described as science, but Camelian Peony was different. She fought using precise judgment and excellent physical abilities.

No matter how much Melchior and I tried to mediate with Gandhi-like non-violent dialogue, it didn’t work. As I realized the futility of non-violence and why the UN felt powerless, the two finally looked at each other and started talking.

“Melissa, I recommend you stop now.”

“I’m not kind enough to spare the woman who ruined the engagement our princess was looking forward to and destroyed the place of memories for me and my husband.”

“Sigh… It seems talking won’t work.”

“This is why I can’t stand you. Always acting like you’re different, acting all high and mighty and righteous. It makes me want to vomit!”

I remember they used to be close, but judging by their current dialogue, it seemed like they were mortal enemies. Melchior, who followed me, was pinching the space between his eyebrows. That’s the sorrow of a married man. The burden of being the head of the family gave even a barbarian warrior reason. It must be tough if he had to find reason.

I asked Melchior, who was sighing.

“As far as I remember, Sister Melissa and Sister Camelian Peony were close. Why are they like this…?”

“Because they’re friends, Werner.”

“Because they’re friends?”

Are they unleashing such flashy, life-threatening techniques because they’re friends? They’re not ninjas fighting some grand battle. Though, judging by the scale, it might be comparable. But it seemed like one of them might get seriously hurt.

Suddenly, Melissa’s blood spear grazed Camelian Peony’s side, and Camelian Peony’s slash lightly scratched Melissa’s cheek. Melchior and I instinctively knew—this was really bad. We were way past the level where dialogue could fix this.

Melissa lightly touched her cheek, and Camelian Peony moved her hand to her side. Their eyes changed as they saw the blood on their fingers. They were glaring at each other with genuine intent to kill.

“Hahaha… Blood? You really want to die, huh? If you wanted to die that badly, you should’ve just said so.”

“…That’s my line. I’ll go all out, so don’t regret it.”

“Who thought we weren’t serious until now? Fine, bring it on. Let’s bathe in half-elf blood today.”

They’re like hematophilia patients, getting excited at the sight of blood.

Melissa bit her thumb, and a large amount of dark red blood gushed out. If blood is that turbid, it’s likely high cholesterol, but Melissa, being hundreds of years old, couldn’t hide her age. I should tell Glacia to take care of her mother later. Children want to care for their parents, but parents don’t wait. Your mother’s health isn’t great, so be filial.

“From now on, I’ll use the queen’s blood, not some random blood… If you die, it’s not my fault, right?”

What kind of scam terms are these? This is why you should be careful with terms and conditions, damn it.

Camelian Peony adjusted her sword and took a stance.

“I recently saw a decent sword technique… I’d like you to be my test subject.”

That stance… Isn’t that the casting pose of the boss from the hidden quest, the Ghost of the Verdi Family? The boss was infamous for its insane difficulty…

The black blood Melissa spewed had already formed the shape of a giant bird. And Camelian Peony’s sword was emitting a dark, ominous sword energy. If those collided, neither would come out unscathed.

As Melchior stepped forward, unable to watch any longer, I stretched out my arm to stop him. Stopping conflicts, stopping fights—that was my duty, inheriting the spirit of the UN.

I walked to the midpoint between Camelian Peony and Melissa, but they were too focused on each other, waiting for the perfect attack timing, and didn’t notice me.

I pondered what spell would be useful in this situation and recited the most suitable one.

“Typhoon, become a wall.”

A strong gust of wind blew around us, creating a typhoon wall centered on me, Melissa, and Camelian Peony. If you even touched that wall, you’d turn to dust.

Only then did the two sisters notice my presence.

“Sisters, how about stopping the fight here? I, the youngest, am asking nicely.”

And I clapped my hands together. It might seem like a simple gesture, but it was a kind of sign language magicians use to show they’re angry and shouldn’t be messed with.

“…Or I’ll really get mad. Okay? Let’s end this nicely.”

Although it might sound like, “Sisters, stop fighting, the youngest is begging you, boo-hoo,” the actual meaning was, “I’ll really get mad if you don’t stop now.” Of course, they knew that and scoffed.

“If you don’t want to get hurt, move aside, Werner. And don’t think your threats will work on me.”

Camelian Peony, with her big ears, didn’t listen to me.

“Kid, I’m really mad right now, so go play over there. And do I look like someone who’d yield to threats?”

You’re not even human, you’re a vampire.

I sighed, feeling frustrated with these two non-humans.

“Sisters, what’s the point of fighting like this?”

“Werner, this isn’t your business.”

“Kid, don’t interfere and move aside.”

Are they trying to bully me with their age? These Confucian talibans, the evils and injustices caused by them are countless. Anger at those evils and injustices welled up inside me.

“Alright, it’s clearly impossible to fight you sisters with normal magic.”

“Then move aside. I’ll go back to settling things with Melissa.”

“Who said you could walk back on two feet? And kid, if you understand, then quickly…”

I gathered magical energy at my fingertips. In the side story, the sensation of gathering magical energy was described as something circulating through the blood, gathering at a single point.

“I really hate it when my sisters or brothers fight. So, to stop you sisters here…”

Melissa, quick to catch on, seemed to realize what I was about to do.

“Damn it, don’t you know what’ll happen if you use that?!!!”

“I guess I’ll have to use Great Magic.”

Only then did Camelian Peony’s eyes change.

Of course, I know using Great Magic now will put a huge burden on my body. I don’t know the side effects, but it’ll probably just be a bit of a fever.

“Dragon of lightning, descend to the earth, dance and laugh…”

I started reciting the original spell, but my chest already felt hot. So this is the sensation of a grand chest.

“Dragon of the earth, ascend and reveal your majesty…”

Before I could finish the spell, I vomited blood. So using it doesn’t just burden you, it’s actually forbidden? In the first part, when I was 10, I couldn’t even use a single area skill because of the nerfs? Even Neople wouldn’t nerf something this much.

I vomited blood and collapsed to the ground. Damn, Great Magic is worse for your health than marijuana. Maybe I should become a Great Magic eradication ambassador later. Though I’m a Great Mage, compared to celebrities who smoked marijuana, that’d be nothing.

I just vomited blood, and there was no pain, but all my strength drained away.

Melissa and Camelian Peony retracted their blood and stances and ran towards me. As I fell, the typhoon wall I maintained disappeared.

Seeing this, Melchior also ran over in shock. Wow, seeing that big guy run is kind of scary.

“Werner!”

“Kid!”

“Werner!!!”

Ah, my eardrums are going to burst because of Melchior.

Melchior checked the blood at my mouth and seemed to grasp the situation. Camelian Peony and Melissa were panicking, not knowing what to do.

Melchior took off his shirt and wrapped it around me, picking me up. Ugh, I hate being in a man’s arms…

Then Melchior said to Melissa and Camelian Peony,

“Right now, treating Werner is the top priority… But if anything happens, be prepared.”

I don’t like a man’s affection, but brotherly love is fine.

And maybe because it’s so cold, my eyelids felt heavy, and my eyes closed on their own.