The Foreigner on the Periphery

Chapter 31: Princess Run (6)

Shattered bones began to splatter all over the place, and flesh and crushed brains began to drip down.  

His head exploded so easily.  

What    !'  

At this, the heart of the fallen wizard began to chime!  

There came a sound, and black smoke rose. Artifacts hidden in clothes burned due to overload. The fishy smell of raw meat proved to be the cherry on top.  

Crazy!'  

Adrenaline rushed through the rest of their bodies, and cold sweats began to flow. The necklace that proved to be a magical tool that could reliably feed a counter once, unless one were too crazy to fight dragons, had been broken helplessly by the Witchs Cooperative.  

So, the question was Was that man really a dragon?

No, it cant be!  

Whatever he was, it was certain that he was a strong man. This was because he didnt even notice how his colleagues head had just exploded.  

They did not know that it was a curse that Minjun liked to use, and that it was a spell that sharply raised the air pressure in a specific, chosen part of the body.  

The result was tofu that eventually exploded like a balloon. The wizards immediately memorized the spell. Magic tools were useless, so the only way to buy them was to advance.  

They didnt say a word to each other, but their hands and feet met. The man next to him earned his time while the older warlock casts long spells.  

He, who had been tasked with stopping Minjun for a moment, opened his mouth. His teeth had been sharpened like beasts or orcs. He just rolled up his forearms.  

There was no hesitation. With those teeth, he bit his own flesh in his mouth. His entire body, including his chest, had been stained with excitement, blood splattering to the ceiling.  

"Great!"  

It was said that in the distant past, when there was no committee, the primitive black magic of that time had been a form of giving the pain and life force of the magician himself. However, if he persisted in that method, he would write a few spells and end his life, so the history of the development of black magic went hand in hand with the development of the method of shifting the burden of the magician to the tribute.

And today, except for Minjun, there was one reason why warlocks intentionally injured themselves. The most powerful black magic was that of the prototype, self-sacrificing magic, so it was trying to get out of a crisis situation even by cutting lifespan.  

Hurr!  

The flesh and blood that the wizard had in his mouth soon turned into a bloody flame. A cursed flame created with power several times the amount of black magic then accumulated in his body.  

At the moment he was about to blow the flames inside his lips at Minjun  

"      !"  

He eventually couldnt open his mouth. With the fire in his mouth, his face turned red, then black. His eyes turned upside down, revealing the whites of his eyes.  

Whoops!  

The wizard spewed blood-colored flames from every hole in his face, including his mouth, ears, and nostrils. The cursed flame burned his body instead of attacking the enemy as intended by the magician.  

This was because Minjuns curse hit him first. The curse that gave blood and flesh extremely flammable met the flames in its mouth, and the result was a freewheeling fire.  

Chi profit! Dump!  

There was a wizard with his charred head falls down. Two of the three died with this.  

It had only been a brief moment, but it was enough for the strongest wizard among them to complete the best spell he had.  

Whoa!  

A shadow rolled over the shoulder of the lone warlock. It wobbled and shook like boiling steam. Quickly, it tangled up in the air and began to form a shape.  

"    ogue."  

Minjun looked at it with an unchanging expression on his face. A monster appeared above the wizards head.  

It was a black summoned beast with only the upper body sculpted. The bloody fog that flowed from his lips colored the air, and gazes filled with ferocious murderous intent poured out.  

The shadow began to show off its muscular troll-like body while gaining a hefty mass. Although his legs were shaking with sweat, the warlock smiled with enthusiasm.  

Crer!  

A magician would not be aware of this. Thanks to his hard work, he was able to summon it in such a large form.  

Considering the fact that even if you call it the size of the palm of your hand, it could cause a massacre, and it was quite a huge achievement.  

In order to deal with this monster, one would have to use extreme physical and spiritual defense together. Unless it was literally a dragon, that intruder would be like this  

Huh?'  

The wizard then began to feel a sense of incongruity at that moment. It was because there was a strange hint on Minjuns face, which he thought had hardened, all because of fear.  

To say that it froze because it was scared  

"?!"  

The inorganic light in Minjuns eyes was trying to express something. It was disgusting irritability and boredom.  

Hurr!  

This time, Min-un did not memorize the spell, nor did he make any sacrifices. The black magic, which had already been filled with spirit and body, summoned a certain being in an instant.  

A black storm began to blow like fireworks exploding behind his back. It engulfed the space in an instant, much like a landslide turned over.  

    Ugh!  

There was a sound like the wind blowing through the wizards lungs. All the space he looked at had been blackened and terribly black. A dreadful acknowledgment and an awkward realization thusly followed.

Crrr!  

A creature huge enough to reach the ceiling and fill the room. Compared to the summons summoned by the wizard, it was like the difference in weight between an adult and a child.  

Seeing Minjuns bizarrely large shadow monster, the Warlock felt a numbness in his chest.  

Everyone, you!  

The fact that he finally found out that the other was a warlock proved the significant difference in skill between the two.  

Awesome profit!  

The warlocks monster reacted violently. The shadow, now even dwarfed, trembled and screamed and tried to run away. He began to writhe.  

At this, the bewildered wizard shouted at the summoned beast.  

"Come on, fight for me according to your contract! Dont try to run away, fight it anyway!  

Seeing that scene, Minjun scoffed. It was only natural that he couldnt control the summons summoned by black magic when he tried to appease them. In contrast to the puzzled wizard, Minjun gave an indecent gesture.

Like a trained hound that could sense its masters signal, black flashes rushed forward.  

Kyaaaaaah!  

It was like throwing a lamb to a hungry shark. When Minjuns monster tore apart the black flesh with both hands, it split along the grain.  

Next, he bit the nape of his screaming neck. Blood fell like rain, and the shadows became thin flakes and fluttered everywhere. The little monster disintegrated in the air in an instant.  

In addition to this, the magician connected to the summoner.  

"Cool!"  

He couldnt take it any longer and fell to his knees.  

The moment he vomited a chunk of blood, the remains of the beast disappeared without a trace.  

" Big!"  

Minjuns words land on the shoulders of the wizard who has lost his strength. It was a low-pitched, low-pitched voice that didnt feel any excitement.  

"Then, shall we have a real conversation?" Minjun sat him down and tied him up. The Orc boy hadn't woken up yet, so now the only people in this building remaining conscious were the warlock and Minjun himself.

Do Yong-seok was almost dead, and the man who interviewed him and other members of the organization were lying as cold corpses all over the building.  

The sub-organization of the Solidarity for Human Rights had fallen horribly at the hands of just one person. Realizing this, the bound warlock began to ask in a lifeless voice.  

"Why is the Master of the Oslo School so hostile to the Human Rights Solidarity?"  

Those eyes still had a glimmer of incomprehension, and Minjun realized that the supremacist had misunderstood his identity. The one he was now referring to was the infamous warlock who had not yet been arrested despite governments of 26 countries and eight elder dragons pursuing him.  

"   ogue."  

It was regrettable that he had been misunderstood as Theo Christiansen' and not someone else, but Minjun did not bother to correct it. He simply quietly hatched a Happy Bug from his finger and shoved it into the wizards nostrils.  

As usual, choosing the most effective means.  

However. slurp!  

This time it didnt go as easily as Minjun had expected. A stream of fresh blood flowed from the wizards nostrils. Minjun clicked his tongue as he saw the happy bugs, who were already dead, had been swept away together.  

After all, Im on a different level from people like the Society. Is this some sort of secret society?'

It was a means of resistance instilled in the brains of the members of the organization. To dismantle it, one would have to dig through the brain and eventually kill the opponent, so this method was like a blockade.  

Furrowing his brow, the wizard chuckled. Bubbles of blood bubbled up the corners of his mouth with each brief exhalation.  

"Keuk! Dont be silly and kill me! That worm doesnt work for me.  

He cried hard and continues talking again. "You wouldn't think of using torture to dig up information, would you? Im no match for you, but Im also a warlock. You cant open your mouth that way. Do not be in vain."  

It was a famous story that warlocks were accustomed to suffering due to the nature of their training methods. Minjun was also a black magician, so he knew it well.  

However, he didnt mean to rule out that option just because he did. Minjun began to mutter quietly.  

"Oh, there is no way. If thats the case, you should be tortured.  

"Cuckle! Its useless  

"Yeah, let's sell this one for you too. After all, I planted such a thing in my head What do you do?"  

Minjuns voice as he said that was filled with emotions that the wizard had never expected to hear. It was a tone that was hard to see as a bluff, a masterpiece that provoked fear. He felt an ominous feeling for a moment.

"The poorest yangban I've seen in the past year is a dragon, isn't it?" Minjun took out a black stone knife in his right hand and began to scratch his head with the other hand, telling a story that the other person did not know.  

"A yangban, who was close to a thousand years old, was being chased and was poised to jump into another world. But just one day has passed and he was caught and killed. He was said to have been hit and killed. Is it because a dragon, who lived for nine hundred or ten years, is behind by just one day? Does your head hurt?"  

The wizard didnt understand the context of the story, but one thing was certain. Minjun was confident. He could make him vomit any story he wanted out of his mouth.  

"By the way, I think you will update today."  

With that, he slowly drew the black sword. quietly biting his tongue.  

"It would have been better to plant a bug in your brain and have you die cleanly." Minjun had lived as a warlock for over 800 years, including the years he remembered.  

If there was one person who knew best how to torture a warlock, it had to be Minjun.  

"?!"

There was a creeping feeling of fear.  

In the wizards eyes, Minjuns expression, looking at him as if he was sad, was reflected. The feelings seemed sincere, and that fact made the wizard even more horrified.  

In addition to this, the moment when the tip of Minjuns sword was pressed against the old wizards skin made the victim regret ever being born.  

***  

"Yes, how are you? This is Mijun."  

After a while, Minjun was on the phone in a room full of blood. Beyond the receiver turned out to be Jenkinsons chief of staff.  

"It's not my style to work with an interim report like this, but I think you should know before proceeding further."  

Minjun was holding a folder phone in his right hand, and a light flame was lit in his empty left hand to wash away the blood and oil. He looked at the glimmering flame and calmly explained.  

As a result, it was as followed. The wizard knew that the Human Rights Coalition had plotted to trick Jenkinson, but he wasnt involved in it and didnt know the details.  

Due to the nature of the secret society divided into countless point organizations, he did not know the details of the operation that he did not participate in. If so, he would have to dig up contact information from the upper layers to know the contents, but the problem was that this wizard did not have the authority to do that.  

It was just a level that moved according to the unilateral notification from above. He didnt know how to make contact in the opposite direction. However, that didn't mean that there was no harvest today.  

"Soon, the Human Rights Coalition will have a major accident."  

Neither the exact date nor the method was known, but the wizard knew who the target was.  

"Are you that Stanin princess? The alien who came in a few days ago. Yes. She said she was going to hit her. I dont know if her purpose will be kidnapping or assassination. The reason is in the name of stopping the 8th group immigration."  

The important thing was that the Human Rights Coalition considered this operation very important, so even huge tycoons would soon be mobilized. Among them, there must be some who were mobilized for the vault robbery.  

"Now do you know why I called?"  

Immigration had to make a choice. A situation in which terrorist intelligence was obtained about a princess who was served as a distinguished guest from abroad. The common-sense procedure was to cancel all events and immediately returned the princess to her original dimension.  

The terminal lockdown order could make an exception only for the princess and her party.  

Were you an alien VIP?  

However, if that were to happen, the Human Rights Solidarity would not reveal its tail.  

"What are you going to do?" Minjun asked.

Were you going to let it go as it is to protect the alien visitor, or would you use the guest as bait to catch the thief who stole Jenkinsons property?  

Minjun thought this question was outside of Blairs authority, and he expected an answer, which he would naturally ask Jenkinson.  

However  

"Alright. Agent, Im sorry, but can I add one more thing to the quest?  

Contrary to his expectations, Blair said exactly what he wanted. After hanging up, Minjun shrugged. "You seem to have made up your mind this time?"  

As he took the receiver off his ear, he heard the slender voice of an old man mumbling through the thick scent of blood.  

"Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord.."  

Kwajik!  

After blowing the ritual dagger on his now useless forehead to make it what he wanted, Minjun was troubled.  

"Did you say you were doing it for nothing?:

He thought about this a little, then made up his mind. For some reason, things were getting bigger and more complicated, and it seemed to be getting more and more troublesome from his point of view  

It was enough to charge him thoroughly after the death as much as he had put in his arms. Minjun was not worried about Jenkinsons talent balance.  

If it's a hat, I'll pay for it by borrowing it, right?'  

It was because he knew well that the racial characteristics of a dragon were proof of strong trust from the standpoint of a bank in another world.  

***    

Hello. Are you Agent Ye Minjun?" Minjun then shook hands with the dwarf woman in the hotel lobby at Samseong Station.  

The woman who interpreted Princess Vermi was named Olga.  

"I was surprised that the immigration office suddenly increased the number of security guards. The princess is also very satisfied. You said you were the highest-rated agent in this country's immigration office?"  

Nodding carelessly, Minjun followed Olga into the elevator. When she pressed the button on her top floor, she quickly moved away from the first floor over the transparent elevator wall.  

Seeing that scene, Minjun muttered to himself.  

A mission to escort hes doing all sorts of weird things.  

What Blair asked Minjun to do was simple. He had been asked to take over as Princess Vermis bodyguard from now on. This was a task that Jenkinson didnt even ask for because he originally thought he would turn it down and because he didnt get the right grade.  

It means that I don't feel comfortable at the current level of security because I dangle and wave in front of my enemies using an alien VIP as bait.'  

Immigration wanted to achieve both difficult goals. They were aiming at Princess Vermi and enticing the Human Rights Solidarity to appear while ensuring the princesss safety perfectly.  

In addition to this, he made the calculation that he was the only agent who could do it all. Minjun felt the blank check in his arms getting heavier day by day.  

Even if youre keeping it a secret from your bodyguard.  

It was thought that Jenkinson and Blair were on a dangerous tightrope, but he had nothing to lose because he would pay for the effort, whether he succeeded or failed. Even if there was an interdimensional political upheaval due to this incident, he was confident that he would not be swept away.  

It was a paradox, but in that case, a committee he hated would protect him. Prisoners were valuable assets of the committee.  

While thinking like that, the two finally arrived in front of the princesss room.  

The dwarf began to knock on the door. "Princess, this is Olga. A new member of the security team has arrived."  

The Dwarf took the card key and opened the door. Excuse me.

As Olga took the lead, Minjun stepped into the room. Princess Vermi, who was sitting on the sofa, raised her head.  

At the same time, Bradleys expression hardened as she stood behind her. He glanced at the door and wiggled her mouth.  

   You?!'  

In addition to this, Princess Vermi and Minjun's eyes met.  

"    ogue."  

The princess, who saw him, stiffened in the same posture as she had inhaled her breath.  

"?"  

Today was the last day the princess decided to stay at the hotel to manage her dimensional motion sickness, after she had recovered quite a bit from her condition, unlike when she met Bradley.  

And so, she left all the windows in the Presidential Suite open and was enjoying the moist air that had just stopped raining.  

In addition to this, on a windy day, the usual phenomenon when the window was opened and the front door was opened had also been reproduced in the princesss room. When there was a passage for the wind to pass through, the headwind would surely be strong.  

Whew!  

A stream of wind began to blow towards the front door, and Minjuns bangs flew in the sky. As usual, he had an indifferent expression on his face.  

At this, Cathy grumbled, saying that her life was much like the eyes of an old man who had passed away, but those who had a unique taste linger on the princess, saying that they were like man with a story.'  

On the other hand, as he entered the doorway, where no one was there, the sensor light above his head activated and scattered light. It was not a bright white fluorescent lamp like a home, but a golden mood lamp that created a soft and strange atmosphere.

Hello? From today onwards, I will have you by my side. Take good care of me.  

He saluted dryly, and the dwarf interpreted the words with the sound of an iron shelf being pulled on the concrete floor.  

"     ogue."  

However, the princess still did not respond.  

"?"  

As the silence grew longer than expected, the dwarf spoke again with a ripping sound of his eardrums. However, the princess only opened her mouth slightly and looked blankly at Minjun.  

At that time  

Huh?'  

Minjun felt the fishy smell and other unique scents flowing in the room suddenly irritated his nose.  

Wait, what is this?'

As soon as he understood the identity, Minjun frowned without even realizing it.  

No way?

It was one of those chemicals that his sensitive nose could catch without error.  

Why in the midst of this? Are there any other Shutan men nearby?  

He looked around, but he couldnt feel any crocodiles or pheromones emitted by individuals of the opposite sex.  

?!'  

Only then did Minjun think of an ominous possibility.  

Thud! Thud! Thud!  

A very small, low-pitched sound could be heard as a drum beat. When the heart of a certain race beat very fast, it was the noise that the valves made against each other.  

The source of the sound turned out to be the princess who had hardened, much like a pillar of salt in front of her.  

Hey, wait.'  

All the circumstantial evidence was leading him to one reasoning. The pheromone that filled the room had been flowing from the princess.  

She was in love with someone at this moment.