I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain-Chapter 21 (1)

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In an instant, the surroundings became as bright as broad daylight.

With suffocating heat, Ian was pushed back.

Kwarr-

The flames that had been endlessly spewing out gradually subsided.

Ian staggered and covered his face.

Damn it, my eyes

He couldnt help but cover his eyes with both hands, trying to withstand the pressure.

A headache and a sense of betrayal followed due to the depletion of magic power.

It was as if he had been hit in the back of the head by the unfriendly message on the information window.

He had thought that amplifying magic with the bead meant using only the beads internal magic power.

But it turned out that it absorbed the wearers magic power to amplify it.

It wasnt like this in the game Ah.

It was only now that Ian realized he had never used the bead alone even in the game.

Thanks to the high-level priests, by the time he could afford the purification cost, he was already equipped with plenty of artifacts and magic gear.

Among them were items that couldnt function properly without gems or beads, so he hadnt thought of using the bead by itself.

So, do those items also function as controllers for the bead?

It was a reasonable guess.

He had experienced multiple instances where the games settings had contrived reasons for certain things to happen, even if they seemed forced.

Like the layers of magic power within the bead.

Naturally, Ians forehead tightened again as he held the bead in his hand.

The density of magic power within the bead had noticeably decreased.

I think I could use it around 50 times if it was equipped with an item.

What a waste.

Ian sighed as he thought of returning the bead to the extradimensional space.

His vision had somewhat returned.

He blinked his eyes and focused for a moment.

Phew

A hollow laugh escaped Ians lips as he confirmed the state of the twisted ancient creature.

It was almost like a charcoal briquette.

The branches and tendrils that had been penetrated by flames had transformed into charred lumps.

Fwurr-

The surrounding branches were struggling to move properly and were being consumed by the fire.

Only the roots that tormented the anacondas were writhing, expressing their pain by disturbing the ground.

I bought lamp oil for nothing.

Might as well have burned some magic while he was at it.

Muttering in disappointment, Ian drew his sword to subspace.

Now it was time to relieve the suffering of that pitiful creature.

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Ippotranslation

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What happened?

Miguel muttered.

Though his words trembled with unease and the burnt corpses of some fireflies wriggled around him, he remained fixated on the night sky beyond the forest.

About an hour ago.

Kwaaa-

A booming sound accompanied a column of fire erupting into the night sky.

Since then, there had only been faint traces of light shimmering.

Its definitely brothers work.

He still couldnt tear his gaze away.

What can you possibly do with oil?

Miguel muttered and froze.

The faint sound of footsteps had slightly grazed his ears.

Its really coming, damn it

Exhausted, Miguel finally let out a sigh.

Ian Are you there?

Ian emerged from the forest.

Yeah.

Miguel breathed a sigh of relief as if a burden had been lifted.

Y-You almost gave me a heart attack! Anyway, what on earth did you do there?

Miguels voice halted as he saw Ians appearance, seemingly just having crawled out of an ash heap.

Are you alright?

Would I be alright?

Seriously, things were already uncomfortable enough.

With furrowed brows, Ian recalled the final moments of the twisted ancient creature.

The moment he stabbed the creatures weakness with his sword.

An explosion of magic power ensued with a resounding cry of determination.

It wasnt extremely dangerous, but the fact that the creature was in a pitiable state made things complicated.

Parts turned into charcoal briquettes fell off, and the surroundings turned into a chaotic mess, much like an exploding smoke bomb.

If youre going to die, at least die in a dignified manner.

A cold sensation spread through Ian as he stopped in his tracks.

Water.

?

Give me some water.

Miguel moved quickly.

Taking the water pouch he offered, Ian took a sip and quickly washed his face and gloves.

Ill continue holding the position. If anything appears, burn it or chop it up as you see fit.

Got it

Miguel turned his attention back to the fireflies as Ian walked past him.

Is that all? Arent you going to say anything else?

Nothing else. Except for shut up.

Ian approached Phillip.

Holding the torch, Phillip stared at Ian with an expression like that of a curious puppy since the moment he appeared.

Ian looked down at Maeve, who was sitting at Phillips feet.

How did this happen?

That Ive never seen anything like this before, even among my people. Its not an illness, either.

Phillip looked down at Maeve.

It must be some kind of addiction. Probably not dark magic, though.

Hmm.

Ian nodded in agreement.

It was a reasonable deduction.

Maeve was a disciple of TrEn, after all.

There was only a slight difference, but she had the power to negate negative things inherently with sacred power.

Even powerful dark magic or curses couldnt easily affect her.

However, the lingering sensation of the recent battle transmitted a completely different feeling through Ians senses.

A strange discomfort and unease.

Is it corrupted magic power?

During the moment Ian was scanning Maeves body again.

Just leave it to me, Sir.

Phillip knelt down on one knee.

He pulled out a dagger from his embrace and continued.

With this, youll feel better soon.

Ian tilted his head.

What are you going to do with that?

Dont you know? Were going to make a wound and extract the corrupted blood. Until only a sufficient amount of corrupted blood remains for it to overcome on its own.

What kind of insane talk is this?

Misunderstanding Ians expression, Phillip continued.

Of course, I know that losing too much blood at once can be dangerous. But in the end, blood is consumed and regenerated every time. Please believe me. Ive performed this spell several times at the border.

Sigh

Ian eventually covered his forehead with his hand.

He realized how uncivilized medical knowledge in this Dark Age was.

Given the existence of various forms of magic, mysteries, and even divine powers, it was natural that medical knowledge lagged behind.

But hearing nonsense that could only be found in history books made him feel like he was suddenly inundated with pent-up frustration.

Put that aside for now. If you dont want to see her in pain, that is.

Do you have a different plan?

As Ian was about to respond.

Ian?

Maeves voice faintly trembled.

Youve come Ive been waiting

She barely added, her hand reaching for the hilt of her sword.

Ians gaze turned to her left hand, which was holding the sword.

The trembling arm and the sleeve covering the scratched forearm protector.

As Ians eyes narrowed, Phillip hurriedly spoke.

Oh, you shouldnt move yet, Sir. Youre currently-

No, its okay now. This should be enough Ugh

Like a newborn deer, she stumbled and then vomited blood as she sat down.

Sir!

With a worried expression, Phillip shouted.

Without even waiting for an answer, Maeve tried to get up again.

Rest.

It was Ian who gently pressed down on her shoulder.

Ive already taken care of the demon.

Is that so youre helping me again

Her body relaxed under Ians touch.

As he supported her collapsing body, Ian turned to Phillip.

Remove the left arm protector.

Yes? Oh, yes!

Phillip moved around in a hurry.

Even in his absent state, his familiar touch was present.

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