Michael broke up with Snorret and headed to the place she told him about.
He crossed the Nepenthes swamp, crossed the slime meadow, and even passed through the spider cave.
Lair was located halfway up the mountain, and the higher you climbed the mountain, the more desolate, desolate the surrounding scenery became as if you were in a graveyard.
It wasn't strange if a demon came out and attacked anytime and anywhere.
Michael cleared the way by hitting the fearlessly attacking gargoyle with the sheath of his sword.
It was time to go.
Hiss! Chaeng!
For the first time in a long time, there was a surprise attack that made him pull the blade out of its sheath.
He expected it to be quite strong, but to his disappointment, the opponent was not a magic beast.
“You’re surprised, Michaelis.”
“Ah, Sylvestian. Did you come looking for Rare too?”
“No, I was exploring the habitat of the Golden Mane Behemoth.”
"Yes? It seems that the strongest player on the island who took Galamut’s rare this year is Behemoth.”
Since their paths overlapped, Michael and Sylvestian decided to travel together.
The two quickly discovered Galamut's rare.
Numerous golden lights sparkled within a large cavity filled with pitch-black darkness.
There were so many that he thought they were fireflies, but they were actually Behemoths.
It was the pupil.
More than a hundred silver-maned beasts came with their teeth bared and drool flowing.
Michael and Sylvestian each drew their swords.
“There’s quite a bit of it.”
“I have no greed, so I will only catch the leader, Sylvestian.”
"What? Hey, Michaelis.”
"Why? Are you not confident? Then let me help you catch some small fish.”
"Hey...!”
Michael kicked the ground first.
He instantly dug into the gap between the Behemoth and swung his sword filled with sword energy.
Puck! Push!
It wasn't a cut, but a popping sound. Every time he swung the sword, two or three Behemoths fell.
“The fur and skin are the most important part, so you have to leave the outside intact.”
Sylvestian also started catching this Behemoth as if he couldn't lose. His hands were as clean as Michael's.
The two hunters quickly drove the Behemoth close to annihilation.
The spirit that showed their teeth at first was nowhere to be seen in the Behemoths, who now number less than ten.
The Behemoths whined like puppies, then lost their tails and ran out of the lair.
Sylvestian spoke urgently while taking a deep breath.
“Don’t chase. Shouldn’t we save some money for next year?”
“I think so. Where has the leader gone? Even though all its people are dying, I can’t see them.”
“If it’s the leader, I think you caught it earlier.”
"Hmm?"
“You don’t remember. He was much bigger and had eyes on his forehead.”
“Oh, was that the leader? I didn’t know because they were all similarly weak.”
Michael said indifferently and looked at the dead Behemoth.
This was to check if any items did not have a mana mark engraved on them.
At that time, he felt a new presence.
Michael and Sylvestian looked back at the entrance of the lair at the same time.
"What? Done?"
“You’re late, Lord Hallsten.”
The person who appeared one step later was Elijah Hallsten, a knight under the direct command of the Third Princess.
Elijah wore a long sword in the imperial palace but was famous for using a short sword and mango shoes in actual battle.
The two short swords lost their use. Elijah put the swords back into their sheaths and spoke as if he was helpless.
“Did two strong candidates for the championship collude? I don’t think it was a foul.”
Michael completely ignored the mocking words.
Sylvestian faced Elijah.
“If you go around the stone cliff on your right, you will find a spider’s nest. How about targeting the queen spider, Lord Hallsten?”
“Ah, Lord Millard. As expected from the Knight of the White Rose, he is also merciful.”
Elijah narrowed his lemon-colored eyes and continued.
“It will be a big help. As you know, if I don’t do something to save face, the night will be miserable.”
When words alluding to night service were spoken, the noble knight's face hardened.
Elijah did not miss Sylvestian's reaction and delved into it.
"Sir Millard, of course, you would understand. Because the white roses of the empire would be a little different."
Sylvestian's eyes became harsh at the insult under the pretense of sharing the same disease.
“...Beware of your words, Lord Hallsten. Show loyalty to the royal family.”
"Oops. I'm quite fond of you, and I'm sorry. And it's loyalty demand the first thing to say to the monster in the air prison next to you?"
“Lord Hallsten.”
“Ah, yes. You seem like a stubborn guy.”
When Sylvestian seriously tried to draw his sword, Elijah pretended to surrender and left.
Michael watched Elijah's back with some interest.
“You don’t seem to be loyal, but you managed to enter the palace without being disposed of.”
“I know that he almost got disposed of once. It's not because of loyalty issues... They said it was because I didn’t pass the ‘Failure Test’ that year.”
The training center did not hesitate to do cruel things to make the homunculus into a state of extreme competition.
A representative example of this was the failure test that Sylvester mentioned.
The method was to gather young homunculus and have them compete in an ironman race or survival competition, with the last place being disposed of.
Come to think of it, the failure test was also the opportunity for Michael to rebel for the first time at the training center.
If he stayed still, he felt like bad memories of the past would take over his head at will.
Michael concentrated on the conversation.
“I can’t even imagine that the third Princess’s direct knight was a failure.”
“I’m not sure, but I heard that at that time someone made an abstention on behalf of young Lord Hallsten. They say that’s why he was able to survive.”
Michael was shocked.
This is because the conversation he had to avoid memories perfectly raised olf memories.
Michael laughed as if he was a little taken aback by this coincidence.
“Ah, that kid back then..."
“Michaelis?”
"It is nothing."
Michael organized the Behemoths he had hunted, piled them up, and came out of the lair.
As he came down the eerie stone-strewn road that had the feel of a cemetery, water droplets fell on my cheek.
“It’s raining.”
“Is it spring rain?”
Unlike the tickling tone of spring rain, the two homunculus's feelings were dark.
On the continent, rain was not a blessing regardless of the season.
This was true even though it was essential for a good harvest. This is because rain was a factor that activated demonic beasts.
“Anyway, we’ve wiped out all the dangerous things around us, so it doesn’t matter, right?”
“Hmm, I guess so.”
It was at that time that Michael was about to agree to Sylvestian's words.
Clutter.
"What?"
He felt a strong vibration from beneath his feet.
The gargoyles that were imitating the stone statues all at once broke free of their petrification and flew into the sky.
The sight was no different from a herd of animals fleeing before disaster.
As expected, the accident occurred immediately. The ground began to crack deeply here and there.
Crash!
“Michaelis!”
Sylvestian grabbed Michael's arm and pulled him, who momentarily lost his balance.
It was a moment when he almost got sucked into a thousand-way cliff.
Of course, all he had to do was use the flying magic to come back up, but he was still thankful.
“Are you okay, Michaelis?”
"Yes. Rather, the name is too long to be called in a crisis. Call me Michael.”
"Oh yeah. But I don’t have a shortened name.”
"I'll Call you Sylvie.”
“...Well, if it’s convenient.”
Sylvestian, who had suddenly received a nickname, was dumbfounded.
Gradually, clang!
The shaking and splitting continued.
Not only that, but black energy was even rising from the deep crack.
Michael and Sylvestian quickly recognized the identity of the black energies.
“Thought body?”
“It seems like they were drawn out by the rain.”
The rain was getting heavier.
Then, as if it had eaten nutrients, the thought-form grew rapidly, becoming thicker and spreading wider.
It was as if there was a black fog in his vision.
Michael and Sylvestian poured sword energy into their swords and cut down the thought forms in front of them.
Because it is a being that has lost its original body, it is not that strong, but it can be mistaken for fog.
It was that big. There was no end to the cutting.
Sylvestian clicked his tongue and said.
“Why are there so many?”
“No, this is all one.”
“One? Really?”
Sylvestian's eyes slightly wavered at Michael's correction.
No matter how weak the thought bodies were, if the thought bodies spread on this scale were to merge into one, it would be an entity that could never be ignored.
Soon Michael revealed his identity.
“Isn’t it obvious? This is the thought-form of the demon dragon Galamut.”
“I can’t even imagine that the third Princess’s direct knight was a failure.”
“I’m not sure, but I heard that at that time someone made an abstention on behalf of young Lord Hallsten. They say that’s why he was able to survive.”
Michael was shocked.
This is because the conversation he had to avoid memories perfectly raised olf memories.
Michael laughed as if he was a little taken aback by this coincidence.
“Ah, that kid back then..."
“Michaelis?”
"It is nothing."
Michael organized the Behemoths he had hunted, piled them up, and came out of the lair.
As he came down the eerie stone-strewn road that had the feel of a cemetery, water droplets fell on my cheek.
“It’s raining.”
“Is it spring rain?”
Unlike the tickling tone of spring rain, the two homunculus's feelings were dark.
On the continent, rain was not a blessing regardless of the season.
This was true even though it was essential for a good harvest. This is because rain was a factor that activated demonic beasts.
“Anyway, we’ve wiped out all the dangerous things around us, so it doesn’t matter, right?”
“Hmm, I guess so.”
It was at that time that Michael was about to agree to Sylvestian's words.
Clutter.
"What?"
He felt a strong vibration from beneath his feet.
The gargoyles that were imitating the stone statues all at once broke free of their petrification and flew into the sky.
The sight was no different from a herd of animals fleeing before disaster.
As expected, the accident occurred immediately. The ground began to crack deeply here and there.
Crash!
“Michaelis!”
Sylvestian grabbed Michael's arm and pulled him, who momentarily lost his balance.
It was a moment when he almost got sucked into a thousand-way cliff.
Of course, all he had to do was use the flying magic to come back up, but he was still thankful.
“Are you okay, Michaelis?”
"Yes. Rather, the name is too long to be called in a crisis. Call me Michael.”
"Oh yeah. But I don’t have a shortened name.”
"I'll Call you Sylvie.”
“...Well, if it’s convenient.”
Sylvestian, who had suddenly received a nickname, was dumbfounded.
Gradually, clang!
The shaking and splitting continued.
Not only that, but black energy was even rising from the deep crack.
Michael and Sylvestian quickly recognized the identity of the black energies.
“Thought body?”
“It seems like they were drawn out by the rain.”
The rain was getting heavier.
Then, as if it had eaten nutrients, the thought-form grew rapidly, becoming thicker and spreading wider.
It was as if there was a black fog in his vision.
Michael and Sylvestian poured sword energy into their swords and cut down the thought forms in front of them.
Because it is a being that has lost its original body, it is not that strong, but it can be mistaken for fog.
It was that big. There was no end to the cutting.
Sylvestian clicked his tongue and said.
“Why are there so many?”
“No, this is all one.”
“One? Really?”
Sylvestian's eyes slightly wavered at Michael's correction.
No matter how weak the thought bodies were, if the thought bodies spread on this scale were to merge into one, it would be an entity that could never be ignored.
Soon Michael revealed his identity.
“Isn’t it obvious? This is the thought-form of the demon dragon Galamut.”
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