Chapter 12 – Holy Meat
#1
The idea of engraving magic circles onto meat was a simple one.
Lawrence, who was once Yu Haon in the 21st century.
He was someone who enjoyed playing games, and games often had various items with special options.
So, he made some pieces of meat as bait, some as food, and some to use as a makeshift holy grenade like this.
In truth, the result was a disposable artifact he made out of boredom, meant to be used once and discarded…
But the meat he created turned out to be an excellent weapon.
It had a much better impact than expected.
“Fire—!”
“—Burn my enemies to ashes! Fire Bolt!”
Sizzle!
The sound of crackling fire roared loudly.
The mages had finally finished chanting.
Boom! Boom—!
An overwhelming display of magic lit up the surroundings like fireworks.
Among the dazzling spells, the highlight was undoubtedly the spell cast by the commander.
Whoosh—!
A small sun rose into the night sky.
Lawrence, after smacking a wolf with the bone, turned to look.
“That’s 5th Circle magic… I’ll reach that level someday too.”
The burning orb of fire.
That spell was undoubtedly…
“Turn to ashes, Fire Rain!”
Freya, having completed her chant, unleashed the flames of judgment upon her enemies.
Whoosh—!
Like a passage from the Bible, rain made of fire poured down on the wolves, set to burn everything in sight.
Just like Sodom, they would be destroyed.
Crash! Crash! Crash!
The rain of fire swept over everything, erasing the abominations that shouldn’t exist in this world.
It was called [Fire Rain] because it rained down hundreds or even thousands of fire bolts.
Everyone, including Lawrence, watched the scene of judgment in awe.
‘This is the true power of a mage. I’m envious, so envious.’
It was a scene that made it clear why Montemer was called a prestigious magic family, and why its members held key positions in the Magic Tower.
The blazing fire proved Montemer’s might.
But the battle wasn’t over yet.
“Grrr—.”
“More are coming!”
From within the darkness, even more wolves began to gather.
At this point, it was clear that this attack had been thoroughly planned.
Freya and Loria coolly assessed the situation.
“Who could have leaked this information?”
“I don’t know. But it seems like they’ve overlooked something.”
The two of them looked at Lawrence, who was still smacking wolves with a bone.
Just an eleven-year-old.
A boy at an age where he should be acting spoiled, fighting bravely in front of the soldiers.
And drawing the wolves’ attention with the scent of the meat.
“I agree. Though, I’m not sure why he chose a bone over a better weapon…”
“Hah! So those rumors weren’t entirely wrong, after all.”
Loria couldn’t hold back her laughter.
She didn’t know where the rumors of him being a madman had started, but they didn’t seem entirely false.
She chuckled, but maintained her focus to pull forth the image of her magic.
Meanwhile, Lawrence continued to urge the hesitant mages.
“Hey! Hurry up with the casting! You trying to get the soldiers killed!?”
“Y-Yes! Mana, heed my call…”
Whoosh—!
Standing at the very front of the battlefield, Lawrence quickly summoned his own magic.
Freya and Loria watched him closely.
But for now, they had to focus on the battle.
There were too many questions left unanswered—about Algeras, the undead, and Lawrence.
But for now, surviving came first.
The Phoenix Mage Corps began purifying the battlefield with their magic.
#2
[Healing]
[Remaining uses: 27/30]
‘There’s still plenty of capacity.’
The battle had ended.
It was impossible for there to be no injuries at all.
They had fought off a pack of over a hundred wolves with only a handful of mages and regular soldiers.
Not many mages were needed.
One excellent mage could easily outmatch a hundred ordinary people.
Since the knights, who were supposed to guard the frontline, had been absent, the soldiers had suffered various injuries.
Lawrence didn’t bother hiding his abilities from them.
[Healing]
A warm light poured over the soldiers’ wounds.
Everyone gasped in surprise as they watched.
“Young Master, this is…”
“Shh. Heal quickly and get ready to move. You can walk, right?”
“Yes, we can.”
Loria approached them.
It was very rare for a mage to use healing magic, especially in a prestigious magic family.
Only those blessed by the goddess could use holy power, and they were called priests.
The distinction between mages and priests came from the fact that they used entirely different magical systems.
“You… Can you use holy power too?”
“Just a little?”
“…”
Loria squinted and stared at Lawrence.
Freya, who had gathered materials from the scene to investigate, also gave him a meaningful look.
Was this boy really the mad Young Master everyone talked about?
‘No, that’s not it.’
The way he meticulously healed the wounds and cared for the injured was no different from the priests at the cathedral.
It was clear to Freya.
She could see the goodwill in the soldiers’ eyes, and the reverence in the mages’ gazes.
All of it was directed at Lawrence, the youngest son of the Montemer family.
‘Lady Medeia, I’m sorry, but…’
Freya decided to observe him a little longer.
After all, they had almost lost Loria and the other mages.
If that had been part of Lady Medeia’s plan…
‘No, it’s too soon to make conclusions. I’ll watch the Young Master a little longer, but for now, we must find the traitor.’
“Is the carrier pigeon safe?”
“They’re all dead except for one. Someone came through during the battle.”
“The knights….”
Only one pigeon, which they had set aside just in case, had survived.
This meant the enemy knew their supply situation well.
Just then, the sound of someone running toward them reached their ears.
“Aaaah—!”
“Help, help us—!”
Everyone turned their heads in that direction.
Especially Lawrence, who reacted so quickly that those watching grew even more wary.
Loria glanced at Lawrence and muttered.
“You, we need to talk later.”
“Whenever you want.”
“First, we need to catch those guys.”
Three knights, their armour in tatters, were approaching.
Lawrence could see clearly.
The mana they carried was as black as night.
#3
He took another piece of meat out from the Boston Bag.
There was still plenty of the Holy Meat left.
A grin crept up on his face.
[Dragon Body is growing.]
[Hatchling: 23%]
The time for further growth was approaching.
“Grrr—.”
“We… We are victims! You should treat us with respect!”
“Hey, I have a few questions I’d like to ask.”
The knights were tightly bound.
Lawrence slowly approached them.
In one hand, he held a piece of Holy Meat.
By the way, it was raw meat.
The knights stared at the meat for a moment with puzzled expressions before turning their gaze back to Lawrence.
Loria walked over to him, speaking with a sharp expression.
“What’s there to ask? Traitors need to be executed.”
“That’s fine too, but we need to extract information first.”
“Information? Do you think they’ll tell us anything?”
“It’s alright, sis. We have the power of Holy Meat.”
What nonsense is this?
Loria looked at Lawrence with a bizarre expression.
Not only her, but everyone at the campsite wore the same look.
Loria carefully asked her brother.
“You… are you really insane?”
“What are you talking about? You shouldn’t act normal when dealing with crazy people.”
“He’s definitely lost it… maybe after all those years of torment, he finally went mad.”
Well, it didn’t matter.
All that mattered was solving the problem in front of them.
“Where’s Demian?”
“……”
“You ran away, didn’t you? Where is Demian?”
“Demian… He’s the vice-captain of the knights.”
Lawrence nodded and looked at the knights.
Though hesitant, they began to speak.
They said they had first entered an important stronghold in the village.
‘They’re preparing something there.’
Lawrence nodded again, and Freya took out her notebook to jot down the information.
She must have been organizing the details to send with the carrier pigeon.
“Now, let us go.”
“Yes, no matter how much of a Montemer you are, treating knights like this—”
“Be quiet.”
“It’s true that Sir Demian is acting strange, but we haven’t all betrayed Montemer!”
Yeah, they’d say that.
Lawrence smiled brightly and nodded.
He asked them:
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“Wh-What? What are you—”
“I’ll give you some meat.”
[Artifact: One-time-use Tomahawk Meat]
[Manifestation: Healing]
[Number of uses: 10]
[Note: If the meat is destroyed, all uses will be consumed at once.]
[Overlapping healing occurs depending on how much the meat is damaged.]
In other words, if the meat is smashed enough, it would release the effects of ten healings at once.
Lawrence swung the chunk of meat without hesitation.
Thwack—!
“It’s Holy Meat, you bastards.”
“Aaahhhh—!”
“H-How could you!!”
Sizzle—!
Where the meat hit, the skin began to blacken and burn.
Everyone was shocked.
For flesh to react like that—.
“They’re already…!”
“Yeah. These bastards are about to become Black Knights.”
“Uuurghhhh—!”
A Black Knight, an undead knight.
The signs were clear.
Black blood, green eyes, purple skin…
As their eyes turned green, soldiers quickly rushed over and thrust their spears into the knights’ necks.
Thick, black blood dripped down and stained the ground.
Sizzle—.
It was obviously contaminated blood.
Lawrence swung the meat again.
Crack—!
“Aaarghhhh—!”
“What is that meat!?”
“It’s imbued with healing magic. Just sanitizing it a bit.”
“……”
Loria looked at her brother as if he were truly mad.
Lawrence shrugged and said:
“Someone kept sending me rotten meat. So, I went to the cathedral.”
“Poison…”
“I guess someone really hates me.”
Loria couldn’t say anything to her brother.
This eleven-year-old boy had already grown up facing threats to his life.
Freya, who was standing next to Loria, also kept her mouth shut.
‘Has the plot to kill the illegitimate child already begun? If so, his life in the annex was just a ruse. And was he told to observe the battlefield…? Hmm, I don’t quite remember that part.’
In truth, it was a command to abandon him if he acted out.
One by one, the mysterious elements began to make sense.
Lawrence Montemer.
He was already fighting for his life, and in such an environment, he was boldly surviving.
Freya slowly knelt on one knee and looked up at Lawrence.
This gesture was a show of gratitude for healing the soldiers who had almost died and an expression of her intention to treat him as a true heir of Montemer.
“We express our gratitude to the Young Master.”
“We express our gratitude!”
Lawrence smiled slightly and nodded.
Loria, watching her brother, made a comment.
“Don’t go picking up his personality.”
“……”
Maybe I shouldn’t have saved them?
Lawrence thought that for a moment, but his sister turned to him and said:
“We need to talk. Somewhere quiet.”
“Shall we?”
“Do you know? You’re the most suspicious person here.”
Lawrence simply smiled and said nothing.
The two of them moved to a quiet place to begin their conversation.
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