CHAPTER 22

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

In the former case, it seemed that he would threaten me, who would become the vice commander, and wield the real power within the Black Knights.

The latter, on the other hand, would kill me and Sevi.

Meyer stared at me in a still calm face.

He looked full of complaints about whether he should still make a transformation.

I shook my head. The situation I looked at was very disturbing.

Though Meyer is strong, can he defeat them with all his weapons taken away?

Of course, he can control them… Will it take 10 seconds?'

… Still, it would be helpful to eliminate more risks.

I asked a question to bring their concentration to my side.

"How do you want me to trust you and be on your side? If I accuse you of your sins…"

"Who will believe it?"

"Of course…"

"You're alone, and we're multiple. Besides, I've been working hard in the Black Knights for a long time. It's not a matter of putting our sins on you."

"…"

"Think carefully. It's not a bad choice. You have a bad reputation in the Black Knights. If our spear unit takes your side, you'll have a position."

Wipera seduced me gently.

But when I rarely gave the answer he wanted, he burst out.

"How long do you think a trashy, supportive sorcerer can hold out as vice commander?"

"Supportive magic is more useful than you think."

"Useful? Is trash useful? Supportive magic is trash!"

"I don't think that's what someone who is eagerly benefitting from such support-type magic should say."

I raised my eyes and looked at the Wipera. I smiled as much as I could, twisting my lips.

"Your way is wrong. Don't even bring up the story of a supportive wizard anywhere. I'm ashamed of being a supportive wizard."

"Oh, my God. Do you want to die?"

Wipera's face was cracked. It seemed that his pride was hurt so much that he was ridiculed by me.

With his teeth clenched, he forced a smile and gave strength to his hand with the dagger.

Then he kicked my calf and forced me to sit on the floor and chewed it out.

"Okay, I'll do as you wish. You won't be lonely. I'll bury that archer in the dungeon with you."

He was going to kill Sevi, too.

"Leader won't stand by this."

"He doesn't think much when the dungeon closes. I'll report to him that you panicked in the dungeon and caused extreme damage to the troops and changed your fate in the monsters' attack."

Wipera lifted the dagger into the air.

I closed my eyes tightly, guessing the pain of falling on my neck.

But I didn't feel anything.

Rather, the hand of Wipera, who was squeezing my shoulder, fell off.

"Keuk…!"

What I could see with my head quietly raised by Wipera's groan was Meyer, who held Wipera's arm holding the dagger, as if an eagle grabbed a rabbit.

Whether he shook them off, the crew members holding Meyer were thrown to the ground with a cold look.

Wipera also did not seem to understand the sudden situation.

He tried to pull out Meyer's hand, but he only kept struggling in vain to see if he didn't budge.

Meyer gritted his teeth, looking down at me with an angry face.

"What the hell…"

I could feel life from his voice.

More than when the knife was held to my neck, goosebumps wound around my body.

At that moment, Meyer's new form shook. It was the release of the transformation magic.

The little spirit of the boy was engulfed in light, and soon a huge man in black appeared in the place with a chaotic atmosphere.

The shadow of Meyer, who returned to his original form, covered me like I was swallowed up.

"Let's see it…. I guess you were going to give me a signal only after being stabbed by the knife. You."

Meyer's anger was scary enough to make me hiccup.

Even more because I'm alone in the momentum rushing towards me right in front of my nose.

I didn't think he'd like it, but it was more than that. I smiled awkwardly and made an excuse.

"… I was thinking of eliminating some risks."

"You want to give your throat to get rid of a risk? Say something that makes sense!"

"I had an idea…"

Under Meyer's reprimands, I stood up from my seat whispering.

At this rate, I will die because of the eyes of Meyer looking at me.

"… Y-Your Excellency?!"

"The little boy just now…?"

The spear army muttered while looking at Meyer in an unbelievable face.

Well, transformation magic is not used very well, and few people can do it.

Not all supportive wizards knew how to use the same magic.

'Unless it's a magic program like mine.'

The spear troops were confused as to what to do.

The end of the stack of blades shook nervously, and soon began to creep down.

"K-keueuk!"

Wipera, who couldn't stand the pain of his arm twisting, dropped the dagger he was holding.

The sound of the blade hitting the stone rang sharply in the space.

"Anyway… That's enough to make them guilty."

Meyer shook off the hand of Wipera he was holding.

Wipera was not that small, but he rolled on the floor like leaves falling behind.

How hard Meyer held his arm, the armor covering the arm of Wipera was smashed.

I was shocked at the sight of it.

'Hey, did you usually shake hands with me like that?'

From now on, I should not offend Meyer as much as I can. I made up my mind over and over again.

Wipera alternated between Meyer and me with a pale complexion.

On his face, great despair and faint possibilities alternated.

"Keuk… N-now it's like this…"

Wipera eyes flashed after understanding the situation.

However, understanding the situation does not make a wise choice.

Wipera shook his hands instead of begging Meyer.

"G-Get her! Get her! If you kill her and increase my attack, I-I can catch that Meyer!"

Wipera's finger pointed at me.

So…

You thought you could double your attack by killing me and mixing it with Meyer, right now?

You're joking, right?

As far as I knew the numbers of Wipera's abilities, he only seemed to be trying to commit suicide.

He doesn't even know his superior's skills. It was so pathetic that it was ridiculous.

Meyer also laughed low as if he was full of energy.

It seems he was anxious while speaking. Wipera's body trembled visibly.

The troops were also infiltrated by the unrest, unable to come forward and were hesitant.

"M-Meyer Knox is human after all! He's not even fully armed right now. We just have to kill her! At this rate, we'll all be left!"

Perhaps he thought it was too late to ask Meyer for forgiveness, and Wipera clenched his teeth and shouted in a louder voice.

I could see what he was thinking.

Rats bite cats when they are cornered. Meyer is off guard. It also seemed possible to catch Meyer…

The head on the verge of death seems to have been paralyzed by the endorphins.

I sighed at the desperate resistance of the Wipera.

You're really going to come at Meyer… There's still hope. Hope.

Then I'll let you despair a little more.

I dissuaded Meyer for a moment and picked up the dagger that Wipera had dropped.

"If you kill me, you'll catch Meyer Knox?"

I pointed the pointed tip of the dagger towards Wipera.

Hatred and anger soared in the eyes of Wipera, who was excited by my provocation.

"You're a clever bitch after bringing Meyer back in, and I'll make you a companion for four years even if I die!"

The moment Wipera's words fell, I struck my forearm with a thick smile and the dagger I was holding.

"Jun Karentia!"

Meyer's anger rumbled the dungeon.

Meyer opened his eyes and grabbed my injured arm.

Unlike the rough and big grip, the touch on my arm was as careful as if he were dealing with a dried flower that would break right away.

"It's fine, it's fine."

"What's fine! Give me your arm… Wait. The wound…"

He looked down at my forearm with confused eyes.

A smooth arm appeared between the clothes cut by the knife.

Meyer murmured as if he could not understand.

"What the hell…"

"Keuk! Keueuk?"

Suddenly, a painful groan burst out of Wipera.

Blood was dripping down the left arm of the Wipera. It was in the same position as where I put the dagger.

"W-what! Why, why me!"

Everyone, including Wipera, looked at me with an unknown face.

I said with a big smile.

"You're not the only one with that ability."

I knew this would happen, so I wrote "Holy dedication" in advance when the smell was strange.

[The specified party member receives damage from one party member.]

This magic, a kind of evil spirit, was a secret move in preparation for the time when party members revolted.

I wrote it earlier than I thought, but the effect was clear.

The application of magic is based on the magic cast first.

In short, even if I am attacked, Wipera, not me, receives damage instead, but because I am not harmed, Wipera's attack power does not increase either.

"Damn it, Jun Karentia, you bitch…!"

Perhaps because he was a support wizard, Wipera was the first to notice the situation.

Perhaps he realized that it was impossible to subvert the situation no matter what.

Wipera screamed and glared at me with burning eyes. The red eyes with blood vessels were in a ferocious state.

With his despair at hand, I laughed aloud.

"It's not abuse, it's application, right? That's what you said."

I replied with a smile.