The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 238

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace – Episode 237

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace 237

The Tower Lord Conference (3)

“Hello! Hello! Nice to meet you! Nice to meet you!”

A powerful surge of magic began to swirl inside the conference room, accompanied by a clownish voice echoing from somewhere.

A sound like something tearing apart came from the ceiling, and a dark hole appeared as space was ripped open.

“Nice to meet you! Nice to meet you! Nice to meet you! I’m so glad that all of you audience members have gathered here!”

The Tower Lords calmly observed the phenomenon unfolding in the shared space, gathering their magical power.

The combined magic of the eight Tower Lords swirled, beginning a tense tug-of-war with the magic trying to invade their space.

‘Not yet.’

Yuseongwu watched the situation unfold. The one who tore through space was quite strong.

The fact that he forcibly tore through the space constructed by the Archmages meant that he possessed magic surpassing theirs.

“He really came. Crazy bastard!”

Ahuja laughed, scattering golden magic like sparks across the room.

The other Tower Lords mirrored his actions.

Realizing the intruder’s power, the Tower Lords intensified their magic.

“What do you think you’re doing, intruding here! You fool!”

Ahuja formed a hand seal, and several golden magic circles materialized around him, emitting bright yellow lightning.

The fierce lightning shot up into the sky, reaching the ceiling with a thunderous roar, scattering light in all directions.

However, Ahuja’s lightning was sucked into the black space and disappeared.

“Is it a trap that absorbs magic? If so…….”

Ahuja formed another hand seal.

This time, he seemed intent on destroying the trap itself, as an even larger lightning bolt surged forth.

However, it too disappeared into the black space, only to be spewed out again, now uncontrolled.

“Ahuja, you crazy bastard!”

Lightning poured down indiscriminately.

The Tower Lords each deployed shields to block the lightning, which had become more powerful than what Ahuja had initially unleashed.

“This is what happens when you hurl magic without properly understanding the situation!”

“Then why don’t you guys do it first! Come up with a clever plan!”

“Confidence alone… you shameless, goddamn person.”

Internal strife even began among the Tower Lords.

Bertrand, unable to watch any longer, clapped his hands and said.

“Everyone, please calm down. This is not the time for us to fight among ourselves.”

Then, a large barrier unfolded around him.

A barrier of strength that was hard to believe was created in an instant, enveloping the Tower Lords and blocking the lightning pouring from the hole.

“Now that they’ve invaded like this, shouldn’t we respond in kind? They’ve made light of the Magic Tower, so they need to be punished accordingly.”

Bertrand continued to speak in a gentle voice, maintaining a composed attitude despite the attack.

The founder of the Magic Tower had been researching magic and spells since before the Great Disaster.

As if he was used to this situation, he slowly began to construct new magic and continued to speak.

“The space used for the Tower Lord Conference is a virtual dimension behind the primary space. Originally, it’s a place used as a passage for teleportation magic, but we’re using it by configuring a temporary space with dimensional horizon coordinate fixation. Therefore, if we twist the dimension just a little bit…….”

As Bertrand twisted his gathered hands, the size of the black hole that had torn through the shared space gradually decreased.

It seemed like the hole would close completely and the threat would be thwarted, but then the black hole reappeared, and a frivolous voice echoed.

“Yohohohoho! The show hasn’t even started yet, you can’t leave! Nice to meet you! Nice to meet you!”

Bertrand, perhaps quite embarrassed this time, frowned and looked up at the ceiling.

Soon, a long, viscous black liquid oozed out of the black hole and transformed into the form of a giant clown.

A pure white face, a red nose, and teardrop-shaped makeup.

Black holes occupied the places where the pupils should have been.

“Nice to meet you! Nice to meet you! Tower Lords! I’m Maximum, the best entertainer of the Ascension Church, who will be hosting today’s show!”

The clown, who introduced himself as Maximum, clapped his hands and let out a bizarre laugh, then formed a hand seal.

At the same time, the space where the Tower Lords and their companions were standing shook violently, and a rapid change occurred.

The space, which had been a round table in a dark shared space, was soon transformed into a stage.

“What is this!”

“Unbelievable!”

A technique unknown even to the Tower Lords.

Twenty-four people stood on the stage.

Looking around, they could see an audience below the stage, where countless clowns were sitting.

Clapping their hands, like an audience waiting for the start of a play.

‘It’s a kind of unique world [a pocket dimension created by a powerful being].’

As Bertrand said, since it was a virtual dimension where nothing existed, Maximum must have infused his own thoughts to construct it in an instant.

Just as Yuseongwu finished analyzing what was going on and was about to move, Seongcheon-gyeon stretched out his arm to stop him.

“…It’s not your turn yet.”

“Well… alright.”

It seemed like it would be okay to watch what the Tower Lords were going to do a little longer.

Yuseongwu and Reina stuck close to Seongcheon-gyeon’s side, guarding their surroundings.

The other companions took similar positions, maintaining a defensive attitude.

However, Ahuja, the Tower Lord of Mahabodhi, shouted, emitting his magic in all directions.

“You goddamn clown! Do you even know where you’ve attacked!”

Intense, uncontrolled magic sparked and flew in all directions, soon gathering together to form a large lightning spear.

“Die! You clown!!”

Ahuja’s lightning spear spread wildly. Bertrand released the barrier he had been deploying, sensing that the magic seemed aimed at simply incinerating the surroundings.

The lightning spear that had spread in all directions was sucked into a black hole that suddenly appeared, then popped out again and flew towards Ahuja.

“Do you think I’ll be hit by my own lightning!”

Ahuja scattered his magic, trying to control the returning lightning by grabbing the magic in both hands, but he failed.

“Kuh, Kuaaaaak!!”

In the end, he failed to control the lightning and was electrocuted, collapsing.

It was a pathetic sight for a Grand Mage.

He wouldn’t die at that level, since he was at least an S-class Diver [a powerful magic user] level.

“That won’t do! The show hasn’t even started properly yet!”

The clown’s voice was heard from the audience. Ahuja’s companion immediately threw a dagger towards the source of the sound, piercing the clown’s forehead, but the voice flowed out from another clown doll.

“Don’t you know that uncooperative performers in a show are unpopular? Please cooperate to make it the best show!”

The clown, Maximum, laughed as if he was enjoying himself.

He was imprisoning some of the world’s leading magicians in his space and making fun of them, so how could he not be enjoying it?

Medeea, the Tower Lord of the Wind, took her companions and moved towards Seongcheon-gyeon.

The other Tower Lords also moved to the sides of the Tower Lords they were friendly with, preparing to cast magic again at any time.

“This isn’t good…….”

Seongcheon-gyeon muttered quietly, sweating profusely.

He had been trying to analyze the space since the moment he stepped onto Maximum’s stage, but it was not an easy task.

Maximum’s space was very alien.

The space of Maximum, deployed in the virtual dimension, was like a tangled skein of thread.

Even if you tried to find the end and the beginning, you couldn’t find it, and if you tried to unravel it, it would only become more tangled.

Seongcheon-gyeon, who had acquired such information through his magic, took a long breath and said.

“Failed to analyze the space. This space seems to be made up of a higher dimension than I thought. It seems to be closer to the category of authority [divine power] than magic…….”

Yuseongwu nodded.

A unique world was closer to authority than magic, so he wasn’t wrong.

“Now, let’s start the show! I wonder how many people will survive this fun show!”

The clowns in the audience began to clap, and the applause, creating a constant reverberation, twisted the space once again.

In the blink of an eye, they fell into another space.

The people on the stage were scattered and opened their eyes in a place they had never seen before.

“Hmm.”

Yuseongwu looked around.

He was standing on a dirt road, and the surroundings were a dense forest.

A dark forest full of white wood grain, with no light and drizzling rain.

It was a place that felt familiar.

It didn’t take long to remember where this was and why it felt familiar.

“…The Forest of White Wood.”

White wood grain.

The dense forest with drizzling rain remained in his memory as one of the most terrible memories.

The Demon Subjugation War he participated in when he had not yet reached the realm of Swordmaster.

At that time, he belonged to a mercenary group and went to subjugate demons with his companions, but fell into a trap.

Only three people survived, including him. Most of the mercenaries, who numbered nearly thirty, had died.

“Huh, so that’s how it is?”

Yuseongwu knew how Maximum’s unique world worked.

The power of the illusion system that pulls out and embodies random traumas from the opponent’s memory.

‘I’ve been through this a few times.’

There were things like this among the illusion-type magic mainly used by black magicians…….

It wasn’t that difficult to break through those things.

If this was a reality constructed with illusions, all he had to do was cut it all down.

He was weak back then, but not now.

As he thought that and drew his sword, the sound of footsteps treading on the grass came from behind.

There was no hostility, so he slowly turned his head, and Medeea, the Tower Lord of Greece Wind, was standing there.

She bowed her head to him and said.

“It’s been a while. Master Yuseongwu.”

“…The Witch Society. Are you the President?”

“You noticed right away.”

“It would be strange not to notice when you’re making it so obvious.”

Yuseongwu sheathed his sword and nodded.

He had expected it to some extent from the moment she recognized him, but he didn’t know she would be the President of the Witch Society.

The Witch Society was an organization made up of witches from all over the world.

He had fought together with them in the Vatican before.

“Are Jeanne, Bathory, and Kali doing well? There are three elders of the Witch Society in Korea, are they not fighting?”

“Well… I’ll answer that they’re doing well. More than that, I didn’t know that the President of the Witch Society would be acting as a Tower Lord.”

“It’s an external identity. There’s no identity as certain as a Magic Tower Lord.”

“How did you recognize me?”

When Yuseongwu asked, Medeea smiled and said.

“There aren’t many people who give off an atmosphere like you. Even if you change your face with an artifact.”

“You recognize everything.”

He laughed in disbelief and continued.

“Seeing that you came to find me even though everyone was torn apart, it seems like you have something to say. Isn’t that right?”

“That’s right. When the clown twisted the space and tore people apart, I left a small mark so that you could be found.”

Medeea nodded her head a couple of times and clapped her hands once.

Then, a small light flickered near Yuseongwu’s shoulder.

A very subtle mark that he, who was sensitive to magic, couldn’t even notice.

There was a reason why she was the President of the Witch Society.

She said.

“Master Yuseongwu. Aren’t you curious about who caused this?”