Chapter 60

“What time?” Mirania asked.

 

When I met the red eyes staring at me, memories flashed back, and I recalled 15 years ago when he asked how long I had left until my rest.

 

The expression disappeared from Mirania’s face as she glanced at the puzzled Grecan and Leverianz.

 

The point of death, that’s the moment to cure Alice’s illness.

 

‘It’s not something I’d say in front of these two, who don’t even know about Alice’s existence yet.’

 

Unlike other times, Malandor demanded without twisting the story.

 

“Be it blood or woman. I don’t need anything material. Coincidentally, I was also thinking of going to the second continent, so let’s go together. That was enough to ruin the night of obedience.”

 

Before Mirania, who could not respond to the unexpected request, Grecan and Leverianz responded immediately.

 

“Who said so?”

 

“I don’t want to.”

 

Mirania stared at Malandor with a pensive gaze.

 

‘Hasn’t he always been reluctant to be with me?’

 

Malandor caught her gaze with a grin with a mysterious look.

 

‘The closer they have the energy of opposites, the more harmful it is.’

 

Mirania thought hard about the positive effect this proposal would have on Malandor, but nothing came to mind.

 

The Witch of Nature and the Dark Territory of Death.

 

They are two races that have conflicting energies.

 

Sharing the same space and time was like attacking each other.

 

I carefully watched Malandor, he might stab me in the back anytime again.

 

The sunken look under his bright expression.

 

Mirania’s gaze became strange, ‘I’ve been telling him it’s a bad relationship, but… Does the friendship built for hundreds of years strong?’

 

Neither Grecan nor Leverianz nor Malandor’s company, seem to have had a significant impact on this journey.

 

“Okay. Is that what you really want to do?”

 

<b>Thud!</b>

 

A branch fell from Grecan’s hand to the floor.

 

Leverianz squinted, and glanced back at Mirania and Malandor alternately.

 

“Mirania, I wonder who this person is.”

 

<b>“…”</b>

 

“You should know the identity of your companion.”

 

“It’s annoying…”

 

Mirania paused while talking.

 

If I said that they didn’t have to know here, Grecan would be angry, and Leverianz would be sarcastic whenever he could.

 

‘I’d rather be a little bothered if that happened.’

 

“It’s Malandor. He prevents dangerous things from coming out of the entrance o the Dark Territory,” said Mirania

 

“Ah, that Malandor….”

 

As Leverianz’s eyes grew subtle, Malandor’s eyes twitched.

 

The moment I was about to ask what he meant, Grecan’s voice intervened exquisitely.

 

“You mean that pervert?”

 

There was silence for a moment as a serious yet low voice spread all over the place.

 

The corners of Malandor’s lips hardened up.

 

“This, I don’t think I’m in good harmony with the dangerous beasts of Mirania,” said Malandor.

 

The low muttered voice was gloomy, but the voice of Leverianz who followed it somehow sounded amused.

 

“Pervert. Excuse me, Grecan.”

 

Grecan replied bluntly to the words of reproach, “But Natasha said that the Duke of Dark World was a pervert who enslaved and enjoyed women.

 

<b>“…”</b>

 

“Natasha never lied.”

 

Natasha appeared in Mirania’s head at the serious face of Grecan.

 

<b>‘Natasha.’</b>

 

A witch that Malandor seduced several hundred years ago.

 

The witch who was young and innocent became a mighty witch, and she was still extending her life.

The young and innocent witch became a powerful witch and was still extending her life.

 

In the old days, when Natasha, who had a promising future, gave up training as a witch and became the servant of Malandor, Mirania was extremely resentful and even fought Malandor.

 

“Why are you bringing up the old stuff? What do you mean? Pervert? What do you mean by two adults having a good time…”

 

“A pervert is right in that respect.”

 

Malandor’s face, who was looking as if he was going to tear up and kill Grecan at any moment, was embarrassed.

 

Grecan’s blunt voice that didn’t miss the time permeated, “He was also said to be a deceiver who saw a woman’s heart less than a stone on the road.”

 

“Trash.”

 

Grecan paused and stared at him as Leverianz with his arms folded added a word.

 

When it comes to women’s issues, wouldn’t it be Leverianz who would be the second most embarrassed?

 

At Grecan’s gaze, Leverianz shrugged, “I never deceived anyone.”

 

“Deceiving, what do you mean?”

 

As Mirania frowned, Leverianz tilted his head sideways, asking for pity, “Playing with people’s hearts.  For example, pretending to love someone when you don’t love them. If he has someone else he likes, but met someone who likes him. What if that is not deception?”

 

Natasha cried that she would give up being a witch and would live in Malandor’s mansion.

 

She returned to the Witch Castle with puffy eyes shortly after Mirania returned from a match with Malandor.

 

Mirania was relieved, and Chera was delighted to see Natasha not turning her head toward the Malandor’s mansion.

 

When Natasha came back like that, only said a few words.

 

<b>[It’s over. He didn’t love me.]</b>

 

As expected, was Malandor doing some tricks at the time?

 

As Mirania stared at him with a grim gaze, Malandor slipped away, looked away from her, and hardly stared at the bonfire seriously.

 

“Oh, my…”

 

<b>“…”</b>

 

“The lights will go out.”

 

He was so clumsy at changing the subject that when Leverianz tried to laugh, a bone hand jumped out around the bonfire.

 

<b>Swoosh— swish—!</b>

 

Although he was a bat who enjoys the dark, they are not happy with corpses, so Leverianz frowns and backs down.

 

<b>Clatter— Clatter!</b>

 

There were as many as five white bones holding tree branches that appeared.

 

When he put a handful of dry firewood into the bonfire, the bonfire that had been extinguished started to burn again.

 

It wasn’t magic, but it was a convenient ability that could be said to be magic, Mirania muttered involuntarily, “I won’t have to worry about fire in the future.”

 

The complexions of Grecan and Leverianz darkened.

 

Malandor was confirmed to accompany them.

 

🐾

 

As a result, it turned out to be a good decision to have Malandor accompany them.

 

“Not that skyway, Mirania. The magic field is down. By the oath between the emperor and the different races.”

 

Unlike Grecan and Leverianz, who have never been to the second continent, Malandor knew the way to the second continent well, and because it was a long time ago, he knew more than Mirania, who vaguely knew about everything on the second continent.

 

“Was that over there?”

 

“Yes. If our Mirania enters that, it will sting. Even on the second continent, they will notice our existence. Anyway, Mirania, having a bad memory is cute too.”

 

Malandor stuck close behind Mirania and guided the direction.

 

The smile of Levarianz, who was flapping his wings, was stiff like never before.

 

He told Mirania that he would carry her than ride a broomstick, but it was impossible to hold Malandor, who is similar in size to himself.

 

It was not a physical impossibility, but psychologically impossible.

 

<b>[Whew. This was just…]</b>

 

Leverianz, who couldn’t resist the disgust, was about to collapse rather than move around holding Malandor, so hugging him was a failure.

 

Malandor happily rode on Mirania’s broomstick.

 

<b>“Grr!”</b>

 

Next to Malandor was Grecan riding a wyvern.

 

Due to the best opinion that moving through the sky was faster, Grecan, who had no choice but to stick to the ground and was at a disadvantage, and riding sky beast Wyvern was the best choice.

 

<b>[If you couldn’t catch up, wouldn’t it be better to return to the witch castle? Rather than being a burden.]</b>

 

Grecan, who felt a sense of crisis at Leverianz’s attitude of pretending to suggest carefully, disappeared while everyone was asleep.

 

In Grecan’s hand, which appeared in the morning, was a Wyvern, who was wearing a strong vine rein he caught.

 

As if it wasn’t easy to subdue the dragon’s relative Wyvern, there were scratches all over Grecan’s solid, copper-colored upper body.

 

Ordinary humans would not believe that he subdued the wyvern with a slight wound, but the reactions of the three people who saw Grecan’s wyvern were varied.

 

<b>[Too bad.]</b>

 

Leverianz clicked his tongue, not saying what he meant ‘bad’ was.

 

<b>[Could I kill that?]</b>

 

Malandor smiled happily at Wyvern, who would become Grecan’s wing.

 

Mirania only stared at Grecan and Wyvern with a searching gaze.

 

<b>[You got hurt.]</b>

 

The fact that he got hurt while catching the wyvern proves that he hasn’t awakened yet.

 

If Grecan has awakened like from the previous life, he would have been able to subdue the Wyvern with just his eyes.

 

Mirania was quite relieved by his state of taste.

 

‘Maybe it’s because of Balkan that should have died but was still alive.’

 

The first continent was vast, but the speed of the three people was so fast that by the time the sun went down, they were able to reach the coastline that bordered the two continents.

 

Mirania laid down her feet on the relatively sandy ground.

 

<b>Woo!</b>

 

The cry of a spine-chilling monster came from the sea. It was the scream of the water dragon protecting the two continents.

 

<b>Splash!</b>

 

The gray water dragon, which had just put its long neck out of the sea, swallowed the gliding water bird in one bite and went into the sea.

 

<b>Slurp–!</b>

 

Leverianz’s eyes widened with interest as a huge spray of water rose in the sea that engulfed such a heavy body.

 

“Is that the watchman of the sea?”

 

“Yes. A divine beast who protects the sea according to an ancient oath.”

 

The species of the first continent called it god, and humans of the second continent called it the monster of the sea.

 

“This is why humans can’t even dare to conquer the first continent.”

 

As Mirania kindly explained, Malandor naturally intervened.

 

“To enter the Second Continent, we have to get a pass issued over there.”

 

“Let’s do that tomorrow morning.”

 

The four people, who were facing the sea, began to prepare for camping quite skillfully in a few days.

 

The meal was boiled oatmeal brought by Malandor and porridge with the meat and mushrooms caught by Grecan and Leverianz.

 

The savory smell rose as Mirania sprinkled the salt brought by the white bone slave from Malandor.

 

They ate porridge three times more delicious than eating each ingredient separately, and Mirania prepared to sleep quickly.

 

Mirania made the bonfire bigger than yesterday. Warm flames flickered at her feet

 

<b>“Achoo—”</b>

 

Mirania sneezed softly, and Grecan, who had a good ear, quickly said, “Mirania, come here.”

 

Shift—, Grecan who has turned into a wolf, speaks human words with his handsome snout.

 

“My fur is warm,” said Grecan.