Episode 6: A Certain Prison Camp (5)

"Warden, the last supper has begun."

"Don't let anyone approach."

"Yes, I will follow your instructions."

As the guard left, Clarke opened a box in one corner of the warden's office.

A silver bracelet he was carefully keeping.

It was a magic tool that amplified his energy.

'Something must have been wrong back then.'

Clarke bit his lip, recalling the riot a few days ago. A young mage who couldn't even unleash mana had endured the energy of a 5-circle knight.

It was something he had never heard or seen in his fifty-odd years of life.

'It wasn't like he was enduring it. What should I say... it felt like it wasn't working at all.'

At the time, there were too many eyes watching, so he couldn't confirm it further. The thought that there might be something he didn't know about Arahan also played a part.

He searched relevant books just in case, but there were no suitable records. Since it was a family veiled in mystery, he didn't expect much from the start.

'...I have to check properly this time.'

He had decided to become a death row inmate himself, so there was no problem with killing him, but wouldn't he have to return the humiliation he had received?

That was the relationship between knights and mages, who were opposites in every way.

'I can't believe I'm going to use this. I'm losing face.'

Clarke took out the bracelet and put it on his wrist.

He hadn't even released his energy yet, but he already felt full of power.

He smiled lightly and headed to the banquet hall.

-Bang!

When he arrived, the last supper was already over.

Not a single piece of that large amount of beef could be seen.

It was even Berti beef, so it was a big hit to the prison camp's finances, but Clarke didn't care about such things.

"You're just coming now? It would have been nice if you had tasted it, but what should I do?"

"Number 218. No, Jed Arahan."

Clarke gave the young mage an unkind look. The look was full of hostility and was getting thicker, soon changing to killing intent.

"Why are you doing this again."

Even though it was a killing intent that a 5-circle knight was determined to unleash, Jed didn't even blink an eye.

Rather, he was too confident.

"Why? Are you sulking because I didn't leave any for you?"

"...That day. How did you do it?"

Jed shrugged his shoulders and sneered.

To be insulted like this by a half-wit who couldn't feel mana, not even the same 5-circle mage. Was there any more humiliation than this in his life?

He wanted to tear him apart and kill him right now, but there were rules even here.

In particular, crystal records were the iron rule from the start to the end of the execution. He wasn't a mere slave, but a child of Arahan.

A huge aftershock would engulf him if he ignored the imperial law.

'He had his last supper, so his execution is only a matter of time. First, I have to find out if there's anything I don't know about Arahan.'

Knights and mages.

The two classes had developed while checking each other.

Maintaining a thorough distance was the basics of the wizard.

Therefore, the knight developed charge skills to narrow the distance in one fell swoop, and conversely, the wizard developed space control magic to stop the approaching knight.

Arahan was the top family among the magic ways.

Even a small amount of information would be a great gain.

'Depending on the quality of the information, I may get out of this remote area.'

Clarke gave Jed a fierce look even as he was having happy imaginations. He went right up to Jed and grabbed his shoulder, pressing down with strength.

-Woo Woong!

Energy was being released slowly.

He was determined not to back down this time and was doing his best with sincerity...

"Huh...?!"

Only Riu was showing any response.

A heavy pressure was pressing down on the boy's body as if it was being trampled. Riu had no choice but to crawl on the floor, vomiting the beef he had barely encountered again with pain that seemed to explode his body.

"Keueuek...!"

As he was about to foam at the mouth, Jed's brow distorted.

"Why don't you do in moderation."

"...?!"

"Kill him legitimately through execution. Don't be acting a fool like this."

A relaxed and cold voice.

Clarke couldn't believe it at all and gathered all his remaining strength.

Riu had already passed out, and Jed was just looking at him with a expressionless face.

'I even used magic tools, so why...?!'

What's more, they were in a ultra-close state.

As expected, it wasn't mistake. It wasn't that he was enduring, but that it wasn't working at all.

In order to be this unmoved, he had to be at least 1 circle ahead.

That was what Clarke had learned, past experience, and this world's common sense.

'This guy is a 6-circle mage...? There's no way!'

There's no chance that a half-wit who can't even use magic would suddenly become a 6-circle magician.

'Wait a minute! So is this the power of Arahan?!' Arahan was a family in the west, and Clarke was from the south. For that reason, he had only heard about Arahan through rumors, and Jed was the first time he had actually seen them.

The rumors were usually exaggerated, but from this appearance alone, it didn't seem like there was false rumors at all.

'...It's really absurd. Is the gap of bloodline so big?'

A feeling of losing his strength.

No matter how much 5 circles Clarke was, it was the result of cultivating his whole life.

But he couldn't even get this worthless thing on his knees.

He withdrew the energy he was raising and laughed dispiritedly. There was no point anymore.

Just as the empty feelings began to fill up, Jed asked as if he was despising.

"Did the futile effort end?"

"I don't want to acknowledge, but it's amazing.... As expected, Arahan is a dangerous existence."

"Try carrying some stones at this chance. Then you might get a little stronger."

"The execution will be executed immediately tomorrow morning. Even if it is Arahan, I cannot ignore the law that His Majesty the Emperor has set. The evidence is certain and the procedure is followed, so there's no chance you'll live."

"Do as you like."

"...Then, enjoy the last night."

With those words, Clarke directly went up to his warden's office.

To write a report to upload to the knight system, but his eyes were closing for some reason.

'Let's pull yourself together. There's more hidden abilities.'

He didn't find out properly, but it might be good information to active knights.

He was feeling deprivation, but he started writing the report while hoping the other knights would not feel the same way.

'Damn.'

Was it because he had consumed a lot of energy, or was it a sense of powerlessness he was feeling? He was overcome with tiredness suddenly and put down the pen he was holding.

There was something obtained from the Clarke's face-to-face meeting.

Accurately, it's right to say it's because of the last supper.

[The penalty is partially alleviated.] [Strength : 100 (-40)] [Agility : 100 (-40)] [Stamina : 100 (-40)] [Sense : 100] [Magic : 0]

It changed from minus 50 to 40.

It's because he shifted to a normal diet and was doing exercise consistently, but It probably was because of the Berti beef's role.

Indeed, the taste was excellent and the nutritional value was perfect, the best food.

'It's certainly different.'

The effect of strength, agility, stamina raising by 10 was truly amazing.

The changed body's sense was quite satisfying.

Indeed, raising a stat was how difficult in the game, it's might be obvious it's because his stats rose by 30 at once.

"Riu. Wake up."

"Ugh...."

Riu regained consciousness only after 2 hours.

Clarke, that son of a bitch, so meanly used magic tools.

"How's your body? Can you walk?"

"Ugh…. My stomach is nauseous, and I feel like I'm going to throw up."

"You already threw up. There isn't going to be a lot coming out."

"My precious beef.... It was Berti beef...I'm going to curse Clarke that guy for the rest of my life."

Thankfully, Riu recovered quickly. Contrary to appearance, he's quite strong. I patted his back and lowered my voice.

"You were good at using your hands."

"Did you see? Huh, about the level."

Riu smugly took out the object he had hidden in his bosom.

It was the key he had slyly snatched while collapsing earlier.

It was so natural that I vowed I should do better at managing valuable items in front of this guy.

"The truth is, it was possible because that guy was concentrating on you. But are you really okay? 5-circle isn't becoming a dog or a cow, is it?"

"Just something."

"There's definitely something you know that I don't. Otherwise, it can't be explained."

Is it because he was born on the streets and ate a lot of air, relying on the situation?

I think I need to be careful in front of this guy.

I changed the topic and quickly added.

"Anyway, we have to escape tonight. Let's go out when you recover enough."

"Aren't we going to go out right now? The Warden will notice soon."

"Be relaxed, don't worry. He'll be sleeping and collapsed about now."

"Huh? How can you be sure that he's sleeping?"

Of course, I know.

The bracelet that guy was wearing.

What was the name…, was it 'Nureuk's Bracelet'?

Because it was a junk item, the exact name was dim, but I certainly know the ability.

An item that temporarily amplified magic or energy, but significantly accumulated fatigue.

It was a junk item among junk items that I had almost never used while playing.