CHAPTER 21

Oh, not once, what is this… I'm the neighborhood punching bag, the neighborhood punching bag.

Meyer also looked at me in embarrassment at an unexpected situation.

Wipera, who looked back at me belatedly, laughed at me.

"Ha! How weak are you that you're trying to hold the little boy's hand!"

Fortunately, it seems that Meyer was not caught hot.

Relieved by him, I stood up from spot, smiling foolishly.

Then I stood with my back to Wipera and opened my eyes at Meyer.

'It's not time yet!'

As if he had read the desperate intentions in my eyes, Meyer nodded vaguely.

How long has it been since such a bomb almost exploded.

While I was nervous in a cool atmosphere, the boss match was just around the corner.

It was not until I reached the front of the room where the boss monster was located that Wipera showed his true self.

"Preliminary vice commander, it's time for you to step up."

Wipera's eyes looking at me were hideous.

The spear troops surrounded me so that I could not run away, afraid that Wipera's words would fall.

"I think you've done the least you've ever done in the dungeon. It's finally time for you to be of help, I mean. If you've been on my back, I'll do my part."

"… What do you mean?"

I asked, eye contact with each and every one of the people around me.

A smirk in their eyes. They looked down on me as if I was a rabbit in a corner.

Wipera took a step forward and shouted.

"You'll know when you experience it in person. 『The blade of revenge』!!"

It was so terrifying for Wipera to speak the ignition word, and my body was enchanted.

I scattered the magic explanation on me with my quick eyes.

[If a designated party member suffers damage, the attack will increase according to the percentage]

I'm the designated party member.

It was clear that he would deliberately sacrifice myself as a sacrifice for his attack power.

"Are you surprised I'm a supportive wizard?"

Of course. Wipera pulled out a dagger with his teeth.

I, who took a breath, stared at the Wipera and said.

"It's even more surprising that it was a trash offering of a colleague than a supportive wizard."

Both weren't that surprising.

I approached him with suspicion in the first place, and I already knew that Wipera was a supportive wizard.

I guess he's been hiding it without reporting it to the Black Knights, but he couldn't hide it even from the party members.

He didn't report to the Black Knights, but I can see everything in the party window.

However, I was wondering why he hid that he was a supportive wizard…

'This is how you use it when you're backstabbing your co-workers. So you couldn't report to the Black Knights.'

Supportive wizards are relatively easy to hide.

Gray hair is quite common, and even if you appear as a wizard on the way, you can wear it as if you lost your hair early.

Maybe he thought my calmness was a footstool that drew me to the last strength, but Wipera snorted.

"Ha ha! Pretending to be relaxed."

"… You're abusing the magic that was made to avenge the party members. Saint Marianne will be stunned."

"I'll say it's not malicious, it's application. Magic is the study of application."

The face of Wipera, who talked and laughed, was disgusting.

I wanted to punch him in the face right away, but I can't.

I had to get some more information.

Now, Wipera has only cast a spell on me, but there is no clear evidence.

Either there's more blatant evidence coming out of his mouth, or he can stab me directly into the murder of a colleague.

To be honest, he's really going to stab me.

Of course, I keep it a secret because I won't be able to talk about it if I reveal my thoughts…

I asked with a trembling voice pretending to be afraid.

"… Are you going to kill me?"

"Now you've got the picture, haven't you? Killing. Sacrifice, or sacrifice… Think of it as a sacrifice. I'll kill that boss easily because of your sacrifice."

"… If you don't kill me, can't you catch the boss in front of you with the spear unit? Why are you taking the risk of killing a colleague?"

"Unit?"

Wipera snorted.

"Then, you'll get a shared experience."

Only then did I get a glimpse of the inside story. The boss monster of dungeons receives different experiences depending on the contribution.

Wipera still lacked attack power and level to catch the boss monster alone, but if he doubles his attack power, the story changes.

"… Are you saying you're going to kill a soldier just because you're going to monopolize the experience, or just because you're going to grow up on your own?"

"Hmm, you're short-sighted. Look at it in the long term. If I defeat the Demon King, who has become stronger by using you useless people, will there be peace in the world? It's like a cow's sacrifice for the great."

It was a dog's noise.

What are the buds of possibilities that Wipera has trampled on?

The feeling of looking at the mountain of the corpses of the geniuses that the criminal has built up to become a genius is terrible.

It was all the more so to know his life, which ends up as a criminal without being able to make a proper name.

Why do other members of the unit cooperate with the actions of the Wipera?

Threats? Or…

I looked around the others with a look of embarrassment.

Instead of avoiding my gaze, they faced me with a glaring smile and greedy eyes.

'My share of compensation… Looks like they're sharing it.'

The experience is Wipera, and the money is the troops.

Their strange superiority must have been so.

While I was aware of the situation, Wipera raised his hand and squeezed my chin.

He forced my head up and whispered, thrusting a knife right under my neck.

"I don't hate you. No, I pity you. I know the same supportive wizard. How rubbish this ability is…"

My throat was sore from the sword's spew.

However, the sword soon became distant since he did not intend to kill me immediately.

"When I was frustrated by the difference in talent with the others in the 1st Army, the magic happened by chance. It was for a while that I was happy that I could become a wizard… How frustrated I was when I realized my attributes were of a damn supportive wizard!"

I think he's left to express himself as a wizard.

He won't appreciate what's given.

I wanted to refute one or two things, but I held it in quietly.

He had to go wild like this and let his heart out.

"Yes… But soon I realized. All this was God's will… St. Marianne gave me this magic because she wanted me to be a stronger spearman."

Up to here, it seemed plausible.

This is self-justification, people can do it.

But the problem was that this was not the end.

"The criminal doesn't know God's will… I'm going to be a strong spearman as God wishes. By fair means or foul I'm the chosen one!"

Beyond divine luck, even the chosen one…

Seeing him completely lost his taste while rationalizing himself, I felt like I had to slowly shut up and clean up the bottom of that guy who showed the floor.

However, as he talked, whether he gained momentum, Wipera continued to flutter.

"This ability is useless, but it can be a boon for me to become a higher-level spearman. But what about you, who's just an earthly wizard? Look at your humble self. What can you do with this thin wrist?"

"Kot!"

Wipera broke my forearm.

Clearly, my body was not worth looking at as he said.

However, I didn't want to hear it through the mouth of that guy who was doping with someone else's life.

'You're the one that keeps the awareness of supportive wizards falling to the bottom!'

It's an internal enemy.

Such a man should be exterminated without having to be sent out of the dungeon.

It's the worst if this dog poop idea spreads and is tied together.

Wipera, who doesn't know what I'm thinking, clicked his tongue as if he was sad.

"Of course, you must have been desperate too. Any means and methods. So you must have become a vice commander with that body? I was also desperate."

"Don't use me for your sophistry. Unlike you, I'm the one that the leader brought."

I gave up my honor.

At this point, I understand everything about Wipera, and I don't need to listen to him anymore.

Now, as soon as I was about to give Meyer a signal to end the skit, Wipera, who seemed to stab me right away, suddenly stepped back.

"Still bluffing… Well, that's not a bad attitude. Weak dogs usually bark well."

No. He really brought me here…

I told him the truth, but Wipera didn't seem to believe me at all.

"Because you and I have a sense of comradeship as supportive wizards… All right, I'll give you a choice."

When Wipera's frightening words fell, another member of the unit dragged Meyer.

"… Mey, no, Sevi?"

Why… You're bringing a tiger that's been sitting there.

I was about to call him, too, but…

Should I say that I did it on behalf of annoyance, Or should I say it's a scramble for nothing…

"Will you sacrifice a young soldier to survive and be on our side, or will you just sacrifice yourself? Now, choose."