This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

He kept kicking again and again, and Jared spit out his stomach fluids and blood.

A grudge spilled out of Barnabas's mouth, and he was heard with a kick of what thoughts he had lived with for seven years.

No more Barnabas Kaif was chosen as a candidate for court magician and was thought to be sure he would be a court magician.

Having lost the future he had in mind, driven his life crazy and hosted a flame of vengeance, he lives with a grudge of motivation.

Perhaps it was also the power of vengeance that gained enough strength to defeat Minotaur. It's ironic.

I don't know what's going to happen in the world.

As Jared was engaged to Olivier, the Duke's Lady, it follows that he never expected it in his life.

In Jared's case, he thinks it was an unexpected engagement, but he didn't lose anything and got a lot of stuff.

But Barnabas is different. The future I believed in was broken and my pride was hurt. I can't measure how much I hurt my heart. Burning in revenge and gaining power does not bring the future back, but he became stronger because of the purpose of revenge.

Even he had a choice not to take revenge. I know you're an adventurer, but you're just a magician, but you could have fought for someone without bracketing them in court magicians.

But Barnabas chose revenge. In the process, he killed innocent people.

The act is never the only thing to be forgiven. How long ago, because I was a victim, it's not a good reason to sin.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

I can't move a finger. I look down at Jared. Barnabas stopped moving.

Jared doesn't know how much time he kept getting kicked. He just endured pain and shock and kept biting his back teeth so he wouldn't lose consciousness.

Nobody tried to stop Barnabas because they heard Jared and Berta and Kurt kept Laurenz and Adelina away.

I'm not going to take the self-sacrifice for granted, but I think that's fine if they're safe.

"... you can't even open your mouth anymore?

I didn't even have the energy to respond.

I have been vomited bloody stomach juice many times and my throat hurts. I was hurt so much that I even wanted to meditate on my eyes and get easier.

It turned out to be a muddle that didn't seem like a battle between sorcerers, but the result is Jared's defeat.

I'm not dying, but I can't fight any more.

I want to fight, if I don't, I think. If I can regain any strength, magic, I sincerely hope to stop a man who is trapped in revenge and crazy.

As it is, Barnabas will find Adelina. The Laurenz with us are relentlessly involved and should kill them.

No matter how much I don't think I can let you do that, my body won't move to perfection.

If you're just conscious, and you can't do anything, it's no different than being dead.

Only the thought of ending up here connected Jared's consciousness.

"- I've been uncomfortable since I saw you."

I can't move, Jared. When Barnabas crouched by it, I put my hand over my chest to see what I thought.

"Again. You've been fighting out of hand, haven't you?

He went on to Jared, who doesn't remember losing his hand, but can't even argue.

"Your way of fighting is somewhere distorted. This is especially true of the use of magic. It is the magnitude of magic that is common to those who prefer a simple way of fighting. The magic gets rough because you can push without using small moves. You are exactly right. But your magic power is huge, but it doesn't mean you're out of standard. So it was uncomfortable - yes, it was."

I tilted my inner neck at something that was not uncomfortable right now.

"This is how I could understand it. Your magic is considerably curtailed. Suffer to understand why you are sealing up magic like this, but if you release everything, you will have more magic than me."

Barnabas has noticed me.

That most of them are encapsulated by Almeida.

"You want to know why I keep using this knife I use?

I don't know when I was picking it up. Put the knife in my hand in Jared's sight.

"There are things for magicians that can't make a difference no matter how long they continue to train and train. That's total magic. It is said that if you use it, the vessel will grow and the amount of magic will increase, but that is rare. Magic is all that's ever been born. So I've been trying to figure out how to get magic from the outside. And I got it. To a magic tool that can absorb magic."

I don't even need you to tell me. I'm talking about the knife in Minotaur's nest.

"As a result of trial and error, you can now absorb to me the magic flowing from the opponent you hurt by going through this magic prop. When fighting many enemies, you can no longer be frightened by the magic you have to be most careful about. The more I fight, the more magic builds up in my body. Don't you think that's great?

He was Barnabas, whose eyes sparkled as he boasted of the treasure, but when he found out he had not responded, he turned around and returned to his grumpy expression, kicking Jared's belly up.

"I'm bored. Well, fine. I mean, what are you trying to say, Jared Murphy? I want your magic. But you can't even seem to take away the enchantment. Therefore, I will force you to release your magic. What, severe pain runs and may interfere with the use of magic in the future, but it's none of your business to die here"

Jared stands on Barnabas, who laughed when he said that.

momentarily,

"- Ahhhhhhhhhh!?

The screams even seemed not to be my voice, along with the intense pain of illusion that my body might fall apart.

"Huh, hahahahahahahaha! Suffer, suffer, Jared Murphy! I can't tire of just committing injustice, and your sins in trying to shelter Adelina are greater than anyone else's!

Unusual pain runs through your body.

Skeletal stiffness. Cranial cranium cracks. My muscles break, my blood vessels rupture - to death. It afflicts Jared that such a future can easily be anticipated with such severe pain.

Wordless screams and I can't even breathe.

I don't even know if he's speaking or spitting blood, I just want him to open his mouth and ease the pain in a little bit. I just scream, hoping it gets easier as soon as possible if it doesn't come true.

"Just watching you suffer will relieve my grief, and my anger will subside! Oh, how could I have killed the other sinners so easily? If this is fun, I wanted to do more..."

Barnabas, who brings up a tranced look and tries to burn Jared's suffering figure to the retina, is shaking his body in small pieces.

The more Jared suffers, the more intoxicated he gets by the feeling that the swinging pleasure dominates his body.

I can't get tired of just shouting, Jared cramping backwards.

- It's the limit... my consciousness is broken...

I had the feeling that I was just slightly trying to resist it in a corner of my mind, hoping it would be easier.

If I die, I have the next victim. Some grieve.

Above all, I wanted to meet my loved ones. I hate to never see you again.

We have to fight it. If you don't resist, you lose everything. If you don't resist, you'll never see the smiles of your loved ones again.

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight.

- What?

Something broke in the back of my brain.

The sight of a lock that was locking a hard, rusty steel door was forced open in the back of his brain.

Slowly emerging from the door is a dark-stained human-shaped monster.

Place your fingers in the gap of the door and open them one by one.

The monster was laughing. When you are finally released.

The monster was grieving. He said he would finally be freed.

The monster laughs. He wants me to reach out and accept.

Monsters cry. He told me to refuse my hand and run away.

He talks to Jared as if there are two personages among the monolithic monsters.

I don't feel fear from monsters. I rather even remember the nostalgia. It's like a brother I've been with since I was born.

Accidentally intimate, Jared reaches out to the arms of a stretched black monster.

The monster deepened his grin.

Monster whimpers spilled.

And the monster and Jared held hands.

- I missed you.

Jared understood.

The monster was not a monster. He looks like a monster, but he's part of himself.

A pitiful, sad being who would hurt himself if it wasn't sealed.

- It's my magic.