231 Markion the Prophet (4)

Boowoo!

Rachel was bitten with a rush.

It was to avoid the fist of Golem, which came with a terrible spirit, leaving a violet ether glow.

Boom!

Golem's fist, which missed its goal and was stuck on the ground, was buried to the elbow.

Golem's attack in violet ether was different from the previous one.

If he had been hit by the fist wrapped in that hideous purple ether, his whole body would have been crushed.

Nevertheless, three fearless knights rushed unhesitatingly toward the built-up golem.

Kaka-kang!

Boom!

Ether and Ether encountered, and the sword cleaved the joint of the stone.

It was an unfavorable fight.

Golem was getting energy from the children's ether. The smaller the purple ether, the smaller the ether residue was.

If you push them once, the Ethers on this side will be brutally worn out.

But I couldn't stand back or fight tactfully.

If this line is breached, it will damage civilians who have not been able to evacuate.

Not only the servants but also the apprentices who tried to appease the wild horse were still scattered around the collapsed mansion. The horse was their full possession. It is something that cannot be easily left behind.

Gilead, who noticed the embarrassment of the defender, burst the mine.

"Hahahaha, everyone has been struggling, but will you ever be able to deal with a loyal artificial life in this great fortification?"

"There's no one as good as you for a long tongue."

The face of the wrinkled Gillard was distorted when the cello provoked. His mouth was covered in blood, too.

"I will put you first in the framework of salvation. Your body will not be able to go out of this garden alive!"

Cuckoo!

Quagit!

The attacks of the celebrated Golem were no match for the previous attacks. The floor was so hard to dig that it created a hole, and the view was blurred by the rising dust.

Nevertheless, the path of moving the body has become much more sophisticated than before.

Gillard's spirits on the shoulders of the largest golem were hideous.

It was a powerful force that I could have confidence in.

There are three remaining golem.

The Golem surrounded by the Ether of the fortress was slowly tightening up the knights' reserves.

Arthur and Cher, who were no longer able to avoid, managed to withstand Golem's attack by injecting ether into the Gauntlet. Even the joints of the harnesses were broken and scattered.

The violet ether wrapped in golem was deadly powerful.

Even though they fought bravely, they stopped short of neutralizing the two.

The last one was the largest one, with the clearest ether around it.

Golem howled.

Cooooooooooooooooooooh!

"My faithful servant, kill those unbelievers!"

Whoo-hoo!

Instead of listening carefully to Gillard's words, Arthur attacked Golem again.

Now the beast was not as dim as before. It gained intelligence and leaped with a Gillard to escape Arthur's sword.

It was dangerous.

Masu was learning the situation as if he had an ego.

We used too much of the advance to evacuate people earlier. The battle against Golem also cost Ether. Now Arthur's ether was not enough.

Clayo, who couldn't support himself and collapsed again, clenched the dirt floor.

Children were being pushed by the last one Golem, whose movement left a purple afterimage.

Clayo lacked ether to create another magic spell.

'How can I...!’

Hester Ward was enjoying all these events like a show.

Isn't this terrible light at the end of a dark life really nice to see?

Most of the houses were ruined by the terrible tremors that shook the heavens, but only one side of the North Korean wall barely remained in shape.

The wizard, who hid himself in a precarious position on the balcony of the north wall, relaxed and balanced himself even at a close height.

Even now that I became an adult, my sense of sharpening when I was stealing was not rusty.

"It's the first time in my life that I've ever seen a show in a box office.’

A low-class aristocrat who stood up for a private escort and wizard was a source of income during his school days.

Even though he was a scholarship student at the Capital Defense Corps, he was just a sorcerer for the aristocrats.

While Hester was standing outside the box seats, those who used to play silly tricks got up around the time of the intermission and left the opera house, feeling each other's bodies.

Because of that, Hester could not see the back of many performances. I couldn't imagine buying a ticket because of difficult circumstances.

Hester had never wasted a single Ildinar until she was properly paid.

She was a scholarship student at the Capital Defense College.

Dormitory fees were exempted and tuition fees were replaced by scholarships, but other expenses had to be covered by themselves.

From transportation fees to accommodation fees to the labs that no one in class felt burdened by, to the wand, magic books, and experimental media mana ore to develop magic.

The cost to cover has skyrocketed.

Of course, the teachers were kind.

Women who felt sorry for the commoner girl were sometimes given donations and money from the Capital Defense Corps.

However, the fact that she had to artificially show the appearance of a student who is a good student to be sponsored and a strong but good subject matter reader made her feel ashamed.

Because he received a scholarship, he had to become a soldier and cross the limbs under the orders of a gifted noble boss.

The hope of escaping the back alley by becoming a great wizard because of the ether sensitivity.

Had he really known what it meant to be a wizard, the 11-year-old himself would not have made the same choice.

Hester, who was born an illegitimate child of the laundry department, asked for an unaffordable cost.

The list of bills left behind by a single dream of not living like a mother or a sister was terrifying.

Material costs were not the only thing that had to be paid in return. It's more than that.

such as beauty

She was born in the southern resort of Novantes as an illegitimate child of a laundryman. Among them, his father was the second daughter of three different sisters.

The older sister, who was born when her mother worked as a maid of an aristocratic summer villa, had blond hair and violet eyes, which are rare in the back alleys.

Of course, my mother was kicked out for a small sum of money as soon as she was found to be pregnant, and her summer home was on sale.

The temptation was short for the young maid and the life left behind was painfully long. My mother raised three sisters in poverty.

The older sister, who was so beautiful, threw laundry soap at the age of 19, and walked arm in arm with a businessman Navurin or a nobleman who came on a summer vacation.

Around that time, Hester started stealing. The first thing he stole was a dusty magic book.

A thief is beaten hard no matter how young he is. Hester was not caught stealing by the bookstore owner, but she was beaten by her mother when she got home so safely.

My mother vented her anger, saying, "What kind of magic do you want to learn?"

No matter what I did, I stole the car and stole it in anger. He had no choice but to always steal practicing chalk and blackboard.

Hester was admitted to the Capital Defense College because she was never caught while stealing.

People praise Queen Carmela's reign of the poor, but the fact that she could not immediately freeze to death from hunger and read the letters did not change the fate of the young maiden, who flows into hard labor and laughter in the laundry.

Hester's face was by no means a shape to be called beautiful. It was a good thing.

Had Hester been born beautifully, she would have made a scar by applying lye to her face.

It is also the privilege of the beneficiaries to continue their lives beautifully.

Hester savors the misery and beauty of the battle down there.

A wizard who creates a divine bee-like window from the tip of his hands, a three prince wielding a graceful sword of fire, an aristocrat in neighboring countries who scattered his enchanting navy hair rather than the sea at night, and a charming girl like a rose in May.

Which of them will survive?

Everyone can die, but their ether is too bad to throw it away.

"It was a mistake to let the nobleman run away at the last minute, but you did a good job biting a bigger prey instead.’

Hester waved a mana stone full of pockets. Magic ingredients that you couldn't dare to have before.

It is a treasure that the idiots who enjoyed wealth and comfort just because they were born as aristocrats gave it to themselves.

From the beginning, someone is born humble and someone is born noble.

Someone is supposed to live under control, and someone is born with a dominating gift.

That's the way the world works. Hester was not an abolitionist. The exercise of authority by those who are blessed by heaven, who are completely different from her, was a pleasure.

However, it was funny that Bichon and nobility were not divided only by blood and family.

She did not want a country run by senators who were no better than a low-profile fistfight, and their children who did not know their intelligence.

So I chose the truly beautiful and truly noble as my master.

Juleica, the emperor's sister and the king's spouse.

When she clearly called her name, Hester became Lord Wizard Hester, who was given a mission from a illegitimate girl who had no birth record.

Queen Juleica was never a sign of sympathy due to her fake closeness and superiority.

She was born as a superior to the members of Congress and the nobility.

Trying to exploit a shallow superiority against someone born lower than me was a completely unnecessary act for a woman called the Princess of Maine and the Crown Princess of Brunen.

Juleica was still beautiful and dignified in the face of being defamed by a stupid, sick king and of being robbed of a legitimate crown by an illegitimate child.

"So, Lord Hester, complete this unprecedented magic right. I offer you the opportunity to become the greatest wizard in the empire and kingdom.”

The short, temperless order belonged to someone who took Hester's obedience for granted.

On the first day of contact with Zuleica, Hester caught Hydra's poison.

Hester cannot forget the joy of the day when the bloody clothes she stole in fear from Ezra's sloppy laboratory two years ago came back as "Hydra's Poison."

The crown prince's pledge of the covenant did not take much from her. Hester's oblivion was only his mother's name.

She became the subject of life from then on, and lived for her own goals.

The shabby old life is past now.

Hester knew more than a normal research wizard because he studied ten times harder than others to keep his scholarship alive.

When Hester, who graduated from school as a second-class student, entered the task force's task force's task force, the naive professors were so sad that they didn't continue their research.

Hester spat under her smiling face.

Jebedi Fusis was the second son of a lord who owned a large land in the south, and Maria Gentile was the eldest granddaughter of a wizard who was awarded the Order of Defense for building the wall of Absalom.

How can they understand Hester's life?

The magic that followed from Queen Isalt was originally the study of the aristocracy.

Having failed to have both birth certificates and church records, she was in a worse position than an orphan in a detention center.

Not many organizations gave opportunities to a single sorcerer with only one diploma.

Wizard Hester Ward chose Ezra's department based on only equal promotion conditions and the amount of risk allowance.

Working as a member of the task force's task force task force's task force task force.

A life she gave up on because her share in her life was only that much. I never dreamed that labor, which has been carrying out infantile self-restraint, would return to such a great blessing.

Hester had a sort of foreboding of fate.

All the trouble and pain was prepared for this time.

When he was writing "The Encyclopedia of Maasu," he was only listed as a co-author, far behind Ezra. Instead, I got some information in the royal library that would help Julica.

The experiment of finding my well-being at the expense of other people's lives was banned from the generation of Queen Carmela, who was adored by the strange notion of natural human rights.

Following the magic of Absalom II, all the attempts to continue his research were made.

The stupid mistake made by the great knight king, Carmela, was enjoyable, and Hester was able to always smile while settling the mess that Ezra had committed.

Man is an animal of the environment, and only what can be maintained in the midst of misery is true nobility.

"If she had known her proud eldest son would be a mad murderer and run wild, would she have been able to pursue such an impure nobility!’

Carmela died first, and her husband, National Anuerin, died later. This is why the memorandum, which recorded the study of Anu-Young, remained in the vault of the palace.

Zuleica dug up the memorandum.

Isn't the will, the high meaning praiseworthy?