Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

"Hey, stay!

"Fingers, fingers......!

Two members of the crew who ambushed him were still rolling around the floor. When the girl's black wand played the axe, her fingers and arms broke in a direction that should not be bent. To that appearance, a man came into the mansion after the girl glanced at him.

"Don't make a scene with a big adult like that. You're living in a world like this, aren't you?

"Oh, excuse me, master. I'll stop stabbing you."

Towards the man. That said, the girl shook down the black wand in her hand like a golf club, full swing at the head of the fallen man. The vivid bursting sound of Gucha and meat dominates the field, followed by a similar treatment for the other man. On the left and right walls of the entrance, bright red fireworks blossomed.

"... he said he was still in conversation. Well, I wasn't expecting a response. But you're really intolerant, you. Those bad guys still have a cuter way of killing them, don't they?

"If you think of them as monsters, it was fine, yes!

"Oh well. Don't count on me..."

A girl says the members of the grey rope are similar to monsters. The members who overheard it were struck by the feeling of chills running on their spines. It was as if they had been pronounced human. My heart is eroded by fear in the girl's words, but there is no sign of anger coming out. I'm not sure they thought it was a drawing star somewhere in their mind either. However, it was also true that sometimes monsters had worked more brutally than people did.

"Hii, fu, mii - sixteen people? The equipment and the quality of the prey are horns, they're all armed. Do you think it'll take a minute?

"What do you think? I don't know, but I'll do my best."

"Okay, let's go"

A man standing behind a girl slaps a bread and a hand. Then, at the same time, a girl rushed out to the group with a black wand. There was an age-appropriate look. I hit it earlier and it changed, and I can't see anything emotional in the girl right now. If you keep your mouth shut, they'll kill you. Either the effect of heightened terror to the extreme, or the members guarding the ground floor ran one after the other as they roared. If we all hit each other together, or... I guess there were even a few such thoughts.

"Uh-oh!

Scratch the scare out of your head, screaming all over you. Encourage and paralyze yourself and give up thinking. Otherwise, they would be drunk by the fear of the demons in front of them, the sixteen gangs burning their souls and setting up a special attack on the death.

As Ito walked out of the room to the stairs leading to the first floor, he felt uncomfortable with the wall. It is not uncommon to have so-called hunting trophies that decorate the heads of deer and other animals as peels, even if they are mansions like trons. However, it would be even a normal sensibility to wonder what the iron axe with the blade peeled off was stabbing at the wall.

"New hobby ornament, is it...? A lot of people here have weird tastes and... Wow, is this real?

A sharp pain from your fingertips when you let your fingers touch the blade gently. Releasing her fingers shortly after she felt it, Ito's blood was dripping a little from there. If it's fake, what sensibility is it still to decorate a real iron axe? Ito, a monk, chanted heels at his fingertips, wondering after the occasion.

"Now that's good, and... Still, the mansion is quiet as a lie today. If it was always, one of the fights would happen."

Guarding Tron's mansion are the grey rope crew. Even when it comes to biased members, there is a strong sense of gathering to satisfy one's desires rather than companionship, and there is constant strife within one's body every day. The figure could rightly be called sloppy, but for Ito it also felt like a crowd of Uyghans.

So why is Ito still mixed up in it? This is different from the royal castle. From the outside, the rabbit is also horned, and from the inside, it is surprisingly easy to get out. Stuck, Ito was always free to escape. But Ito wasn't planning on going back to the castle.

Even though his position is weaker than that of Sato et al., even now Ito is level three of the monks. Because he was so treasured and in a position to be treated quite well. It is mainly Sato and others who dirty their hands directly, and all they have to do is play a full backward support role. Later, if you put up with the abuse of Sato and others, you will be kept in spills that occur in the course of your work. That is a far more glamorous role for Ito than high school life, an event that could not have been accomplished before. In my head, I also feel like I shouldn't stay like this. That's just it. Ito was drowning in this situation. That's not unlike what you're essentially saying you're the same holes (mumbling) while keeping the beauty in line.

Even the slave girl from earlier is. Though I think it's pathetic on the surface, behind it, if you approach it gently after the act, isn't there a wang chang? and so on and working the lower bitches thoughts. It's not like Hierarchy fluctuates when he returns to the castle. Then I guess it's better to enjoy the situation now - that Ito, who knows the taste of evil, doesn't feel like falling back any more.

"Was it the front door that made the noise? Even in a hurry, they say they don't like it anyway, and at this point, slow down. - Hmm? Something smells weird...?

Weird odors intensify as we approach the entrance. Every time I go forward with my legs, the identity of that smell becomes clearly depicted.

- It smells like iron.

Not so uncommon in this workplace, it smelled like blood. However, its intensity is unusual. Fill your nostrils, this disgust. Obviously, it was not a level emanating from the amount of blood per person or two.

In front of you, there is a railing with a peek at the first floor of the blowout entrance. Get a little face out of there and you'll see who this iron-smelling thing is. I know, but I can't even turn back. Instead of reason, Ito instinctively felt so.

(Go back and have Sato and the others come with you?... No, no! In case anything happens, I'm sure they'll use me as a throwaway stone. Just a little peek here, and if you do, I'll run away by myself. Yeah, you should!

Ito approaching the dreaded railing. Squeeze your courage and peek into the ground floor.

"... what?

Blood. Just blood was spreading. The floors and walls of the brilliant mansion are stained with red blood. Sea of blood, a tragic murder scene. I could do any number of metaphors and I would have read such a sentence so boring, but I had never actually seen a sight so terrible. There are many wrecks on the floor that seem to be the source of blood, with some defects or visible fatal injuries. Not a single body was safe, and some of them rolled around who exchanged words in the morning. It's still better to be able to tell who it is from upstairs, and my head is blown away that it's terrible. It's like an archipelago floating in a sea of blood.

"Ugh, yeah..."

Unexpectedly, Ito threw up. I can tell by myself. I make an uncomfortable noise, the iron odor mixes with vomit, and if I'm at all alarmed, I'm going to throw up again. Tastes bad, tastes bad, this tastes bad. I desperately think so, but trembling feet never try to move. Yet only at times like this do my ears pick up even the extra sound. Ito's upsetting ears heard someone climb the stairs footsteps.

(Ko, it kills me......!

Fast every minute and second, crawl back the way you came. That was the best thing left for him. But as if to mock it, the demon who created this tragedy smiled at Ito.

"Oh, it's you, Ito."

"Huh...?

Ito unconsciously turns to a clear voice that shivers the bell. There was the figure of Yuna Guicheng, a female student who no longer knew where she was during the first day of her transfer.