The Hero Party Couldn’t Kill Me

Chapter 13: Blanc Magic Tower (2)

I was speechless and watched Blanc Magic Tower’s atrocities.

As soon as they summoned the woman, they immediately cut off her arms. I felt great pain, anger, and fear.

Then they laid her on her prepared magic circle. Until then, the woman remained conscious, but Pesima’s master stunned her with his magic. At the same time, everything went dark.

‘Damn it… ….’

It was cramped. At first I couldn’t hear them, and now I couldn’t even see them. I missed out on so many things because of that.

I was afraid that if I continued like this, I wouldn’t get anything from just watching the torture of the previous demon king.

That moment.

“… Toxic year. Give up! Because there is no chance of you living anyway.”

With great pain, I was able to hear a male voice for the first time. He cursed the woman in this way, but the woman persevered.

On the contrary, she resisted fiercely. The will to live was transmitted to me. Eventually, she opened her eyes. At the same time, the surrounding scenery was also visible again.

Pesima’s master collapsed in front of the magic circle. Pesima tried to wake him up by waving him like that next to her. Of course, there was still no sound.

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After a while, the Master regained his consciousness, and, rising in a fit of rage, he ordered Pesima to tie her woman to the corner of her room.

When I saw this far, I stopped looking at the memories and took a deep breath. Because it was too cruel to watch. In particular, it was difficult for me to endure because the pain and emotions the demon king experienced at the time were conveyed intact.

“… So, what was the magic that Pesima’s master did a while ago?”

I have inferred limited information. I focused on the moment when I heard his voice. And when the demon king opened his eyes, he thought about the fact that his master had collapsed.

And the conclusions drawn.

‘Did I transfer the soul to the body of an alien?’

In the end, Blanc Magic Tower knew the magic that could move the soul.

And their purpose… It was clear what it was. It is to enter the body of an outsider and raise his abilities even more.

If their magical skills are added to the blessed physicals of the aliens… A huge monster will surely be born.

‘But will this be the end?’

However, this does not clear all doubts. Why were they so obsessed with alien bodies? Is it really just to get stronger?

Even though it’s already recognized as the best mage tower in the empire?

First of all, I decided to look at the memories of the previous demon king to see if there was anything that could be a clue.

Actually, it was painful to keep looking at her memories. After being captured like that, the torture continued, and Pesima’s teacher continued to perform rituals to steal her soul.

Since the previous demon king kept losing consciousness, it was difficult to dig up more information because the surrounding background was also darkened every time.

But even in the midst of that, there was some harvest.

Because Pesima and her master used various magics when they were slightly conscious. She drew her blood and experimented on it, and even cloned her underbody with body copy magic.

He seemed to be eager to mass-produce the blessed body of an alien without summoning a new alien.

That’s why I watched it to the end with patience.

The psychological state of women, who find it difficult to endure more and more, was conveyed intact, and it became difficult for me to endure as well.

Then, at some point, women lost their human emotions, and only a few emotions remained.

A fury at the wizards who ruined him like this. And the will to never lose her body to Pesima’s teacher.

Of course, each time her teacher in Pesima pushed her to the limit, she persevered.

One day when such a desperate struggle was repeated.

While Pesima’s teacher was away for a while, a demonic sword appeared in front of the woman.

The woman began to overflow with her strength, and her arms, which had been cut off, also grew rapidly.

Pesima, who was taking her place in place of her master, saw the sight and fled in haste.

The woman who recovered her arms grabbed her magic sword. She was once again seething with her strength.

There was only one thought in the head of the woman who had awakened as the Demon King. Destroying the Blanc Magic Tower.

She recklessly destroyed the barriered door with a magic sword and escaped. As she went, she destroyed everything in her sight.

Soon after, Pesima came with her teacher to stop the Demon King. Pesima’s master calmly cast a restraining spell and was able to temporarily block the demon king’s movements.

But that’s it. The demon king remotely controlled her demonic sword with her own will and inserted her demonic sword into the belly of the person who made her this way.

Pesima’s teacher sat down while coughing up blood. But at the same time, he cast some magic.

At some point, he created a teleportation magic circle under the devil’s feet. No, to be precise, the magic circle was already drawn. It was only invisible to the eyes of the demon king who only saw Pesima and her teacher.

In this way, the Demon King and the Demon Sword were forcibly expelled from the Blanc Magic Tower. The point they arrived at was Kaoron, the city of demons at the time.

After seeing this far, I quickly passed my memory. Because I already knew what happened next.

As a result, the demon king fails to take revenge. It was because the magic tower had already disappeared when they tried to destroy the Blanc tower by occupying the capital, Solaum.

The enraged demon king destroyed other magic towers as a way of venting his anger, but he soon felt futility.

After that, I appeared, and the demon king died after continuing the war with all his motivation.

Even in the midst of that, he looked at Pesima until the end and ran as if he was going to kill him, but in the end he failed.

Because of an idiot who kept Pesima without knowing anything.

***

When I saw all the memories of the previous demon king, I was exhausted. In the end, she was the victim of ruining her life because of Blanc Magic Tower.

Of course, from the point of view of the empire, he must have been one of the worst demon kings of all time, but if you look closely, the real culprit was different.

“… After all, the Blanc Magic Tower was a problem.”

Pesima and her teacher. These were the true villains.

“I have some bad news.”

When I was thinking about Pesima for a while, the Demon Lord Titan appeared like a hologram on top of the magic circle again.

“Because you are not a demon lord, mana is not charged to operate this facility. The power here will be turned off soon.”

I looked at the titan with disgruntled eyes. Why are you saying that now?

If I knew it would be like this, I would have finished the memory recall sooner.

“Any last questions?”

I glared at him and pondered for a while. I understand that Blanc Magic Tower coveted the body of an alien. So when Pesima is resurrected, I know what she’ll be aiming for first.

But there are still many unanswered questions.

First of all, it was still unknown how Pesima was still alive, and what the purpose of Pesima and her teacher, including Blanc Magic Tower, was.

Perhaps Blanc Magic Tower had summoned aliens in the past?

“Could I possibly know the memory of the summoned alien?”

“Well, there must have been several aliens summoned before. However, there are only two memories of aliens in my database. The previous demon king I saw a while ago… Me.”

“Then you… Why did you become the Demon King?”

“Do you want to read my memories? As I said….”

“I can remember, I want to ask you about the wizard who summoned you. It doesn’t have to consume much mana.”

“Actually, maintaining the form like this costs a lot of mana.”

I got angry at the tone that seemed to be teasing me, but I held back and asked a question.

“I want to ask you about the wizard who summoned you.”

When I asked, the Demon Lord Titan’s vision smiled so much that his ears caught in his mouth. It was a creepy smile.

“Ah, you are finally asking about my teacher.”

“Master?”

“Yes, because I once served that human as Master and followed him. So, where do you want me to start?”

“Simply tell us his name, affiliation, and purpose. A three-line summary.”

“It’s like a Korean.”

I wanted a concise answer. Titan replied with a grin.

“My name is Leviathan, and you belonged to Fortuna Magic Tower. The purpose is… To create a world where demons and humans coexist.”

“…What?”

I was taken aback for a moment. Isn’t the purpose itself pretty good? But I realized that it was a trap. Things that started with good intentions often end badly.

“It’s time to go soon.”

“Let me ask you one more question. So Leviathan… Is the ancestor of Blanc Magic Tower? So, he was a contributor to the founding of the new empire, right?”

Gradually, the appearance of Titan became blurry. He said with an incomprehensible smile.

“It happened after I died, so I can’t say for sure. Except that the b*tch survived with the new emperor.”

***

“How is it, did you get any results?”

After a while, Mina came back to the basement of the castle. I was still sitting in my thoughts.

It was almost certain that a wizard named Leviathan was the founder of the Blanc Magic Tower. And the wizards of the Blanc Mage Tower continued to carry on her wish.

Perhaps the meaning may have changed in the process.

“A little bit. But there is one unanswered question.”

I said as I took out the magic circle that Rafaela had drawn.

Looking at the demon tribe again and Marion’s deteriorating health, it’s clear Pesima is still alive in some way.

And the magic Pesima must have used to survive was this. So, what the hell is this magic?

“I should have asked Titan earlier…”

Belatedly, regret came over me. If you were a disciple of Leviathan and a Titan who made full use of such a tremendous magic space, wouldn’t you have known the identity of this magic circle?

Then I suddenly saw the writing drawn at the bottom of the magic circle.

I’ve always thought it looked oddly like a Chinese character, but today the middle character stands out even more.

Wait… Isn’t this raw?

“Hey, Mina. Chinese characters are used in your country, right?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Then can you recognize this? It looks like Chinese characters.”

I’m not good at Chinese characters, so I decided to ask Mina. Mina carefully looked at the Chinese characters drawn under her magic circle.

“The writing is too curvy, and the strokes seem to be wrong, so I’m not sure.”

“Still, do you have any doubts?”

Mina, who was drawing Chinese characters on the magic circle one by one on the ground with her finger, frowning her eyebrows, put on an expression that she realized something.

Her face was white.

“Hey, is this not it?”

Mina took out her pen and drew a modified Chinese character on her paper. And he told me what it meant.

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Gisaengyeong (寄生靈).

“…f*ck.”

Swear words came out without my knowledge.

Stupid. How did I not expect this until now? And how can Marion be so foolish that she doesn’t know anything about her body?

But after going through these doubts, I had a strong thought.

“Rafaela!”

I had to go back to Blanc Magic Tower right away.