The Shepherd Alone on the Hill is a Genius Wizard-Chapter 133: Eyes of Corruption (1)

When Turan first came into the world, he met a magical beast hunter named Midan in a small city.

Though the superstition that anyone can become a mage by hunting magical beasts is spread everywhere in the world, what left a deep impression about him was his distinctive look in his eyes.

Eyes that seemed to gaze at only one firm goal, as if claiming everything else was worthless.

Though his connection with them ended in a somewhat absurd way, it wasn’t long before Turan met a second person with similar eyes.

That person was the Burner Obil, who believed he could awaken new bloodlines by burning people and covering himself in their ashes using wisdom received from the gods.

And now, Bisen Kamain, the noble he hadn’t seen in a long time, showed the same look in her eyes as those two people before.

Despite clearly not having such eyes when they first met.

But the situation wasn’t good for asking about that now.

Right now, people were burning and screaming right beside them.

Turan immediately used telekinesis to start releasing the restraints on the bound villagers.

"Wait!"

Bisen, startled, immediately gathered moisture to create a pair of ice bow and arrow, perhaps to stop him.

However, when she shot these at Turan, Solif, who was right beside him, created a hammer of light to intercept it.

"How dare you!"

Though her magical power had grown somewhat stronger than before, it was still only at a mid to upper-mid tier level.

Naturally, Solif’s hammer, as a top-tier noble, easily shattered the ice arrow and continued on to strike Bisen’s abdomen.

"Kuk..."

Bisen collapsed, vomited everything she had eaten, and fainted with her face in her own vomit.

Of course, even this was done moderately - if he had struck in earnest, her stomach would have been torn out and she would have died instantly.

Meanwhile, having freed all the villagers’ restraints, Turan immediately passed the chain magic device to Solif.

"Subdue and watch her. We need to be careful as she might use some strange means."

"Don’t worry."

Leaving the boasting Solif behind, Turan immediately moved toward the burning people.

Though Meisa extinguished the fires by creating a vacuum state around their bodies, they were already near death from severe burns and suffocation.

"This is..."

To Meisa, who turned back with a helpless expression, Turan immediately took out and held out a healing potion magic device.

"Make this, I’ll feed it to them."

"Can we save them?"

"Plenty."

The healing potion magic device was considered somewhat subtle in performance, but this was only because its healing effect decreased the more powerful the magical creature was.

If it was medicine effective even on their bodies as top-tier nobles, it was practically an elixir of life for ordinary people.

Turan immediately classified the burn victims.

The criteria was based on how brightly the spark of magical power felt inside their bodies through the sacred artifact’s senses.

After placing the few who were already dead a bit apart and arranging the severe cases in order, Meisa held out a bottle containing sloshing liquid.

"I’ve made it!"

"Give it here. We’ll probably need to make more."

Turan supported the neck of the person in worst condition and took out a dagger to cut open their mouth that was stuck together from burns.

Then he took out the metal tube he usually used for Meisa’s meals, shoved it into the opening, and poured in the healing potion.

Shortly after, the people watching burst out in exclamation of surprise.

"Ohhh...!"

"They, they’re alive! The dead person is coming back to life!"

The body of the person who seemed about to die split open with a crack, and new pale skin grew from within.

The process of recovery - from stuck fingers to lungs burned by inhaling smoke and eyes damaged by heat - looked closer to resurrection.

Turan pulled the tube from their neck and immediately threw the empty bottle to Meisa while shouting.

"Next!"

After continuing to pour healing potion into several patients’ bodies, Turan noticed Meisa’s magical power had noticeably decreased and switched roles, having him charge the potion while making her feed it.

And so three people, five people, ten people, twenty people.

Though sadly there were some who had already passed away during the process, most of those in critical condition were able to save their lives.

"Whew..."

Turan let out a sigh of relief and patted Meisa’s shoulder who was standing beside him.

She wore a somewhat blank expression as if unable to process the suddenly started and ended situation.

"Good work, Meisa. I don’t think there’s anyone in immediate danger now."

"Ah, yes... we saved them. We did."

Meisa looked down at her own hands with an expression of disbelief.

Though she would have experienced simply saving someone from danger during the previous Black Spirit subjugation, she didn’t seem used to treating severely injured people.

"Yes, we saved them. I’ll handle the cleanup, so go change clothes first."

Since they had to directly contact burn victims’ bodies to insert tubes and pour medicine, both of their clothes were ruined with bodily fluids and soot.

After sending Meisa away, Turan gave instructions to the uninjured people.

"For now, though the injured have recovered, it will take time for them to wake up, so arrange for them to rest in houses. And don’t approach this area for a while."

"Understood!"

"Thank you, thank you so much!"

Naturally, they worshipped Turan like a god for suddenly appearing, subduing the demon, and saving their families and friends.

Just like the citizens of Kalamaf had done in the past.

Turan felt satisfaction at this fact.

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"Were there any problems?"

"None at all."

While Turan and Meisa were saving people, Solif had been watching over the chained Bisen.

He lightly kicked the still unconscious Bisen with his toe while speaking.

"So, how do you know this woman? Looking at her, she seems to be a Kamain noble, but if you’re dating, I want to tell you to break up. Her hobby is too nasty."

"She’s someone who hunted with me when I hunted the noble who was burning people to death here that I mentioned recently."

Since he had briefly explained before, Solif immediately understood.

"But that person was doing the same thing here? Why?"

"That’s what we need to find out now."

While the two were conversing, Bisen, who had been half unconscious, came to her senses.

She alternately looked at the chains binding her body and Turan before asking quietly.

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"Why are you interfering with my work?"

"I want to ask if you really don’t know why, but... let me ask first. Why are you going around doing this?"

There was no need to examine the circumstances.

Bisen must have attempted the ritual to obtain the Pyromaniac bloodline that was in Obil’s notebook in the past.

Since she had copied the contents written in the notebook at the time, it wasn’t strange that she knew the method itself.

But at that time, Bisen not only didn’t particularly trust the method of obtaining bloodline abilities, but also showed strong revulsion toward the act of burning ordinary people to death.

Though people’s hearts are bound to change with time and circumstances, isn’t half a year and a bit too short for such a dramatic change?

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After twitching her eyebrows for a moment at the question, Bisen calmly answered.

"Because... I need to obtain a third bloodline. Haven’t you already tried it too, Lord Turan?"

"Of course not."

At Turan’s answer, Bisen grinned as if telling him not to lie.