Dark Fantasy: Magical Eye Knight – Chapter 199

Chapter 199: Prejudice

 

“Definus of Deflore! You lowly savage!”

 

Definus shrieked, his voice piercing even from twenty centimeters in the air.

 

Russell drew back his face, which had been drawn in.

 

“Are all elves this fearless, or are you just an oddball?”

 

“Shut your mouth, you savage! Do you think you can talk to me like that and live?!”

 

“Talk like that and live?”

 

Definus gasped and bent over. Russell slapped Definus in the abdomen with his left hand, then looked at the elf, who was groaning in pain, and said,

 

“There are two types of people whom I despise. Those who disrupt my meal and those who talk excessively. You fit both.”

 

“You!”

 

Definus, gasping for breath, stretched out his right hand toward the ground. As soon as he did, a gust of wind blew, and the staff that had been lying on the ground flew into his hand. Definus gripped the staff with both hands and began to draw on his magical power. The momentum was tremendous.

 

“Hyaaa!”

 

With a shout, a gust of wind blew. Mana accumulated in an instant, and Definus’ mana merged with it, forming magic focused on Russell. The stones on the floor made a cool soun as they were blown away and chipped.

 

Definus, having created a wall of wind that threatened Russell, used the delicate touch of the wind to raise his body and land lightly behind Russell, away from his axe handle.

 

Definus stared down at Russell, who was confined inside a circular wall of wind that churned constantly.

 

“You uncivilized savage! Simply looking at the type of aggression reveals how you’ve lived your life! You must have survived by crushing objects with your overwhelming might! And you’ve come to this city to cause a scene! I have no idea what you want or care about, but I will knock that arrogance out of you!”

 

Russell could only hear the wind, as if a typhoon were blowing directly next to him, yet he could see past the wall of wind. Russell smirked as he read Definus’ lips while shouting.

 

“I should have punched your mouth instead of your stomach.”

 

He raised his left hand and placed it against the wall of wind that was holding him captive.A few drops of blood flew out, and a cut appeared on his fingertip.

 

Russell’s regular body was quite strong, even without the use of mana. He was powerful enough to smash stones with his bare hands. This wind has enough cutting strength and energy to cut cleanly through rock.

 

Definus was an elf. His ears, which had been severed at the points, were blunt, but the vigor that distinguished his kind remained. Aside from that, Definus left him with a strong impression.

 

It was difficult to say exactly what it was just now, but it felt as if oil and water had been forced together and were in harmony. An uneven harmony. It was astonishing, given that elves were initially endowed with the ability to be harmonious.

 

Elves were a popular species due to their long lifespans, excellent athletic ability, and attractive appearance. But like all races, they are not a race with only advantages.

 

A long lifespan created an innate laziness, a superior body led to a neglect of training, and beauty brought about the desires of others. There weren’t many elves roaming the earth anymore, and the majority of them dwelt in remote locations uninhabited by humans, guarding the ruins of their declining civilization.

 

In that regard, Definus was extremely similar to a human. Not only in appearance but also in his voice, behavior, and domineering demeanor. Russell had not met dozens or hundreds of elves, so making broad generalizations would be tough.

 

Russell, who had finished his brief reverie, shook off the blood on his fingertips. He then thrust his hand forward, as if plunging into dozens or hundreds of steel blades spinning wildly.

 

Kaga, kaga!

 

Fiery sparks flew across his skin. The wind was about to blow his body away. He infused mana into his feet and slammed them firmly against the ground, causing friction and locking his body in place.

 

His hand, which had entered the whirlwind, became quickly coated in blood. His skin was torn here and there, and his bones and muscles became evident.

 

However, Russell was more concerned about the wind than with the pain. The flow of mana in the air was already visible to him.

 

He had a good understanding of the magic caster’s control and goals. If he saw it, he could grasp it. Russell extended his hand a little further, grasping the mana that swirled around him.

 

Simultaneously, his will and image, as well as his mana, entered the wall of wind. Russell applied his mana as if he were painting over an already-created canvas.

 

A wizard’s duel is usually judged on how successfully they can disrupt their opponent’s magic and land their own.

 

There are numerous methods to interrupt it. You can either suppress it with your own magic resistance or scatter it by calculating the spell in reverse. There are several methods to disturb it.

 

However, Definus did not anticipate that his opponent would gain entire control of his own spells.

 

Zzzzaaaah!

 

The wall of wind opened with the sound of thousands of autumn leaves falling. The wind, which had been blowing as if it would grind stones, lessened dramatically, and his semi-transparent vision progressively improved.

 

The white orb vanished, showing Russell standing inside with one hand slightly outstretched.

 

“W, What the. . . . .!?”

 

Definus feverishly poured out mana and waved his staff around, attempting to recover control of his magic, but what had been stolen away did not return. Russell had already slipped through the entirely separate barriers of the wind and wrenched his neck twice.

 

“Looks like I wasn’t harsh enough. Let’s get this right. It will bring you to your senses.

 

Russell stepped forward, tapping the side of his axe with his recovering right hand. From Definus’ perspective, it was like a fortress approaching.

 

The terrified elf shrieked.

 

“What are you doing?! Kill, or rather beat this arrogant bastard!”

 

He nearly swallowed the word ‘kill’ since he remembered the orders issued by Definus’ master. He had to get the entire group, including interest, to the castle alive.

 

However, the troops, already afraid of Russell’s size and massive axe, paused and did not approach. Their shaky legs, aimlessly moving pupils, and loose armor and helmets revealed their untrained bodies and minds.

 

“They are the soldiers of the lord, but their condition is pitiful. Did you know and bring them anyway?”

 

“Ugh!”

 

Definus, cheeks flushed, waved his staff again, as if commanding an orchestra. The mana was then reorganized, resulting in a dense shockwave that shot towards Russell.

 

Russell frowned as he raised his axe straight up, then high and down. With a tremendous downward swing, the shockwave split in half and struck Russell hard from behind.

 

The stone fragments that had already been displaced by the wind became a dense, gray dust storm that spread out radially.

 

Definus floated in the air, his voice amplified by magic, and said.

 

“I do not wish to take your life. The culprits should leave the inn immediately and surrender calmly. Otherwise, I’ll cut one of your limbs and take you with me.

 

Russell smiled as he gazed up at Definus, who was floating in the air with a triumphant face.

 

“Who are you threatening?”

 

Then a beam of light emerged from the inn’s smashed front door. The small but powerful beam perfectly broke the staff that Definus was securely grasping.

 

“Ugh, aaagh!”

 

The minute the staff that had been assisting his magic shattered, Definus faltered in the air and began to plummet to the ground. Russell knew he had more mana than a human wizard, but he was unable to wield it effectively.

 

It is unusual to discover a wizard who does not employ magical equipment such as staffs, crystal balls, or spellbooks to aid their magic, but it is equally uncommon to find a wizard who relies solely on them. However, Definus quickly lost his equilibrium when his staff broke, causing his body’s flight magic to fluctuate.

 

Unbalanced. It was weird that he had come out into the world and worked for a human lord, as well as that he owned a slave auction business and enslaved his people. His uneven magical skills were also an intriguing aspect.

 

“My, my staff. . . . .!?”

 

Definus kneeled on the ground and stared blankly at the remains of his staff. The other soldiers gazed at the elf in confusion.

 

“Why is an elf like you making such a fuss? Shut your mouth.”

 

A distinct voice sounded from behind Russell. When he turned his head, Asharin was confidently heading out the inn’s front door. Her dark hair glowed in the sunlight, and her pupils flared yellow.

 

“The reason I decided to visit this city was because of that slave auction. I heard about a peculiar elf who kidnapped his own people and made them slaves. I had planned to come and see it for myself, but it exceeded my expectations. How were you punished?”

 

Currently, Asharin was taking the form of a human. It’s because things like fin-shaped ears, dragon horns, and long lizard tails are striking features, so it’s understandable.

 

Even putting those things aside, Asharin emanated the dragonkin’s characteristic arrogance and menace.

 

“The punishment of Elgnoer. It is a punishment in which a guilty elf’s ears are severed and they are banished, leaving a mark that prohibits them from returning to their country. Based on your mana, you appear to be an elf who has long passed your coming-of-age ritual. What type of sin have you committed to deserve this treatment? Did you kill even children?”

 

“. . . . . .For a human, you know a lot. But it isn’t your business, woman.”

 

Asharin’s eyebrows twitched in response to Definus’ nasty words. She was ready to take a step forward when Russell stopped her with his axe.

 

Asharin, who was about to unleash her flames with her mana, cooled her temper and stared at Russell.

 

“Why?”

 

“We are in the middle of the city. Even if he’s insane, don’t do it to him.

 

Even without that, the area around them was densely populated. People who had come to witness what was going on stood outside the soldiers, their necks stretched out.

 

“. . . . . .Hmph. I wasn’t going to do it like last time.”

 

“Yeah, right.”

 

Russell had confronted Asharin once and knew how powerful her flames were and how far they could spread.

 

She said that she would use flames with less force, but Russell, who had observed the destructive momentum and will rising within her, estimated that hundreds of people may have been killed immediately. That was because the least threshold for a dragonkin to generate mana was the same as the highest threshold for a human high-ranking wizard.

 

When Asharin clicked her tongue and entirely controlled her mana, Russell grabbed Definus’ collar and hoisted him up. Definus, held like a defenseless cat, looked at Russell, his eyes filled with fear and contempt.

 

Russell snorted and spoke.

 

“Alright, let’s go.”

 

“. . . . . . What?”

 

“I am asking you to lead me. To the castle. I also have business with your master.”

 

“What are you, cough!”

 

Definus’s head twisted forcefully, and blood spurted out. Sticky blood and broken teeth spilled white from his open mouth.

 

“Shut up and guide me. Next time, I’ll pull your arm or leg.”

 

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