Chapter 209 - Episode FIve - A Certain Fixer's Visit (5) (Side: Peter)
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âUm, Peter-san. Your skin was reshaped, wasnât it? Isnât that right?â
Abel, in a purely curious tone, points out that most of Peterâs body is an alchemically created construct.
Peterâs men are indignant with each other and turn their killing intent on Abel.
But Peter is the only one laughing happily.
(Heâs observant enough⊠and as far as the Village Chief is concerned, heâs got some ability, too. Itâs true that his manners are not very good, but at his age and with this much strength, he has to put up with a lot of effort.)
The lack of civility from Abelâs words and actions is just a strange camaraderie and excitement because Peter was covered in forbidden magic all over his body, but Peter thought he was measuring him by looking at Abelâs lopsidedness.
(Heâs definitely not a dumb kid, but I can see some hubris in him. I guess Iâd better start by making sure to teach him which one is better. For later retraction.)
When Abel asked a question, Peterâs attendants show their killing intent.
But Peter was the only one who was laughing happily.
âNow, who knows âŠâŠ if you want to know so much, see for yourself.â
Then Peter extended one arm to Abel.
Abel was looking at Peterâs hand with his mouth open, but eventually, he came to the point and extended his arm to Peter.
This was a test of strength, set by Peter to Abel.
It is the basis for any alchemist to channel magic into matter and explore the state of things.
If you want to know how Peterâs body is structured, use your own power to find out, is what heâs saying.
âIf you get it rightâŠâŠ letâs see. For now, Iâll remember your name. Next time I see you again, I can give you something to reward you with.â
When Abel heard Peterâs words, he gulped and his body shook with a shudder.
Peter thought that Abelâs behavior had already scared him off, but when he looked at his face, he even smiled happily.
He was trembling with excitement.
Peter, realizing this, became more and more interesting.
âPeter-sama, you should not approach such a person too carelessly! Have you forgotten about your position!â
Peterâs man, Myunhi, raised her voice.
Peter laughed irritably and dismissively at the watered-down situation.
âYou donât understand. Hostile or not, no one can hurt me. Especially among sorcerers.â
As Peter said, Peterâs body and ornaments were given thorough measures against magic and magical power.
Itâs not just the body, he himself is proud to be the best in the Kingdom of Dinrat in terms of his anti-magic skills.
Even if Abel had harmful intentions, as a sorcerer, he would not be able to inflict a single wound on Peter.
At least, thatâs what Peter himself thought.
Abel reached out and grabbed Peterâs hand.
After making eye contact for a few seconds, magic power was sent from Abel to Peter through his hand.
The magical power sent from Abel was weakened by the man-made organs in Peterâs body and released into the atmosphere through both ear piercings.
Abelâs eyes widen.
Originally, the magic power that Abel sent to Peter should have gone around Peterâs body and returned to Abel, giving him information about Peterâs body.
But it did not return.
Iâm sure Abel, who was confident in his analysis, must have felt outsmarted, and Peter chuckled.
Abel frowned slightly and looked to Peterâs ears.
He seemed to have noticed that the earring seemed to have a trick.
After that, Abel seemed to be trying various things, such as raising the amount of magic power and changing the nature of the magic wave.
Peter watched and laughed at the scene.
Peterâs man-made organs would equalize the nature of the magic waves sent in from any outside source.
Therefore, no matter what magic power Abel sends in, by the time it reaches the earrings, itâs the same thing.
âFufuâŠâŠ Itâs no use. Did I get a little mean? But Iâm impressed just by noticing it. As expected of the MarrensâŠâŠ hmm?â
A strange feeling of discomfort ran through Peterâs chest.
Itâs a very unusual and enormous amount of magic power kept being sent into the body, which caused a defect in the magic decomposition function of the artificial organs.
After that, the magic power that Abel had wilfully sent into his body ran directly through Peterâs body, leaving him in a state of extreme intoxication.
The balance of magical power in his body is broken all at once, and headache and nausea come over him.
Naturally, the magic power flowed properly to Peterâs earrings and cracked.
âAh.â
Abel blurted out with a look that said, âOh noâ.
The next moment, with a bang, the earring in his left ear popped and a chunk of metal gouged out his ear.
A part of the popped left ear falls to the ground, covered in blood.
A piece of metal pierces Peterâs cheek, and some of it penetrates, even scratching Peterâs tongue.
âAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!?â
Unable to bear it, Peter crouched down on the spot, holding his cheek and left ear.
Abel, Mea, and Peterâs men didnât know what to do, and they were just silent.
âI-, Iâm sorry! I didnât do it on purpose! I didnât do it on purpose! Um, Iâll treat youâŠâŠâ
âOh! Don-, donât touch meâŠâŠâ
Peter forgot about his position and reacted in the bare minimum.
He tried desperately to block Abel with his hands, but he was suffering from a severe case of magic sickness.
Easily slipping past Peterâs guard, Abel touched Peterâs left ear and tried to channel the magical power for healing.
The remaining earring in the right ear barely blocked the magic and tried to hold it in, and it popped out uncontrollably.
âKyaaaaaaaaahhhh!?â
Peter crouched on the floor with blood dripping from both ears.
Awkwardness and anger just dominated the scene.
At the center of it all, Peter was almost unable to grasp what was going on.
He had no idea why he was getting into this mess just for trying a little game on the young man from the Marren tribe.
It had been quite a long time since Peter had been driven to this point.
He never imagined it would happen on this occasion.
âS-Sorry! No, because thisâŠâŠ such âŠâŠâ
âN-, no! Abel is, well, sometimes just have some times that he couldnât restrain it, and thereâs really no malice in it!â
Peter barely raised his head.
He could see Abel and Mea apologizing shamelessly.
Theyâre saying, âIâm sorryâ, and âHe couldnât restrain itâ.
Peter knew best that this was not possible.
Clearly, Abel was about to attack Peter.
Itâs not serious either. It was that kind of malice that didnât care whether Peter died or lived.
It was exactly the dragonâs stare.
It was the first time in a hundred years that Peter had felt fear.
(Iâll be killed âŠâŠ Iâll be killed âŠâŠ! In this kind of placeâŠâŠ this âŠâŠ I got careless âŠâŠ this kid, heâs âŠâŠ not human!)
Peter has lived long enough to know that there are monsters in the world that should never be opposed.
Thatâs why Peter is seeking the power of the absolute being, Kudor.
(I, I, canât die yet. âŠâŠ! Finally, we got Zolomoniaâs staff, and we even know where the god Kudor sleeps, and now we have this âŠâŠ!)
Peter desperately wanted to find his own way to survive.
He would revive the god Kudor and bring eternal prosperity to the Dinrat Kingdom.
To achieve this ambition, Peter could not end up here.
If only he had the power of the god Kudor, he would be able to take control of any monster in the world.
âYou canât just say sorry! You will pay for that diminutive life!â
Peterâs men points his staff at Abel, shouting.
(What is that idiot doing!?)
Peter was ready to die early again, staring with astonished eyes at the struggles of his men.
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