The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

As I had expected, Aracelli came to the seminar after hearing the news about my new title as a ‘Great Magician'.

She was working as a maid in Duke Alleroden’s estate, the protagonist, Mazellion’s ‘supposed’ family. Therefore, it was possible for her to get a rough idea about the protagonist’s current situation.

“So, you’re saying he’s a practitioner of black magic?”

"Yes. In addition to his normal 4 mana circle, I also felt the circles of black mana.”

In fact, I already knew that he was a warlock in his previous life through the new function of [Protagonist Hunter]. However, I was not sure if he was also practicing black magic in this lifetime, and if he was, I don't know what level was his mastery currently at. Therefore, the information that Aracelli gave me was very helpful.

‘By the way…' While I was talking to Aracelli, I could feel a very strong gaze boring into the back of my head. It wasn't just a normal gaze, but one filled with intent to use magic against me, so I couldn't just ignore it.

When I turned my head, I could see Mazellion approaching towards me with a ferocious expression on his face.

He probably had heard the news about me… But was that enough reason for him to look at me like that?

No matter how hard I think, there’s no reason for him to hold a grudge against me. We haven’t had any interactions whatsoever till now. If it was in normal circumstances, this might not have been a very good thing for me, but now, it doesn't really matter because I have already collected almost all the necessary things needed to hunt the protagonist.

“Are you the Great Magician, Yoo Seodam?”

"That’s correct. It’s a pleasure to meet the youngest son of Duke Alleroden.”

"Hmm…"

He stared at me for a moment before turning his gaze to Rañasel, the Tower Master of the Blue Magic Tower.

“Rañasel, the Tower Master of the Blue Magic Tower. It’s nice to meet you."

The Blue Magic Tower Master and Duke Alleroden have long been famous for their rivalry. Both of them often collided against each other just to widen their respective influence within the magic society. Therefore, it could be said that it was natural for the child of the Alleroden family to hate the Blue Tower Master.

But Mazellion did not show any particular resentment towards her. Rather, he greeted her with her warm expression. People around him instantly admired him for being able to maintain his poker face so well, but in reality, that was not the case. Mazellion was a reincarnator, so he really had no grudges against Rañasel.

‘Being a reincarnator was advantageous in many ways.’

If they were to reincarnate into someone’s body who previously had an image of being a trash human, even if they acted like a decent person, people would surely make a great deal of it.

That was precisely the case for Mazellion.

Then, Mazellion burst out laughing as he spread out his hands in the air. “Everyone, we have a very special guest today! The ‘Great Magician’ Yoo Seodam! A magician hailing from across the sea, from a continent far away! Please welcome him with a big round of applause!”

I was taken aback by his sudden announcement. Why is that friend doing this all of a sudden? At the same time, Mazellion's eyes gently turned towards Aracelli.

‘What the… Does he have a crush on Aracelli? Did he do all that because of jealousy?’

I looked at Aracelli from the corner of my eyes. And maybe, because she felt my gaze, she fidgeted quite a bit. I had to admit, Aracelli was a very capable and beautiful woman. So, it wouldn’t be strange for the protagonist to fall for her. Or maybe, did she seduce him?

So because of that, while I was having a pleasant conversation with Aracelli, Mazellion made that announcement to separate us from each other. But on the contrary to his wish, all the attention he pulled to me was something which would help me.

"Yes. Nice to meet you everybody. Just like what young master Mazellion said, I hail from the neighboring continent across the sea, ‘Michelas’.”

“Oh… As expected!”

"Woah, it’s surprising that he came from across the continent…"

From the information I heard in the Blue Magic Tower, contact with the neighboring continent Michelas was cut off a hundred years ago. So the appearance of a magician that came from another continent for the first time in a hundred years piqued the curiosity of all magicians present here. They all probably thought that just like the magic on this continent which had developed massively within the last a hundred years, magic in Michelas must’ve also developed.

In other words, none of them knew anything about the neighboring continent, Michelas. Therefore, I was able to deceive them with the supplies I had and the magic machine developed by Yekaterina as the technology of the neighboring continent Michelas, namely, a suit coated with ether and Winchester with magic enchanted magic bullets which was called ‘The Great Wand' here!

Even Rañasel, the Tower Master of Blue Magic tower as well as a 7 circle magician couldn’t help but be deceived by my lies.

“Let me vouch for his claim. After observing his many magical tools for a week, I could confirm that it works with a system completely different from the magic of our continent. He is truly a magician of Michelas.”

When even Master Rañasel affirmed, all the magicians who attended the seminar had no choice but to believe that I was a magician from another continent, Michelas.

Then, what I would do from now on would be crucial. Back when I first met Rañasel, I told her that I came to look for a certain ‘magician’. But it was just a background story of mine. It was an excuse for me to be able to exist as a magician of Michelas on this continent. But with the development and all the facts I gathered about Mazellion, I would be able to use that lie here.

“Actually, the reason I came to this continent is to find a certain someone.” I lowered my voice even more to heighten the atmosphere. “My mission is to hunt and kill a certain ‘warlock'. Surprisingly, there seems to be none on this continent, but in Michelas, we still have those cancerous masses that corrode our society.”

“Wha… what?”

“A warlock…!”

In an instant, the light and friendly atmosphere in the hall changed. It was only natural since I brought up a topic of warlock which everyone here believed had completely disappeared a hundred years ago.

“Magician Yoo Seodam, can you take responsibility for your words?”

An old magician asked me with a serious gaze. The pressure he exude was even able to make me nervous, but I had to stand my ground here.

"Yes. In order to cross over to this continent, I had to sacrifice thirty-six fellow Inquisitors. My purpose is to hunt him down because he is a practitioner of the heinous black magic.”

This time a voice came from another place.

“Can you explain what kind of magic he possesses?”

Slowly turning my head, I saw a middle-aged man with an impressive curved mustache. He was none other than Duke Alleroden himself.

‘What the… Didn't he leave the seminar? Why is he still here?'

I had heard that Duke Alleroden had already left the seminar earlier. But it must have been a bluff to test what the protagonist, Mazellion Alleroden, could do at the seminar without him. However, it seems like since a sensitive topic of ‘warlock’ suddenly appeared, he did not intend to continue his childish pranks anymore and decided to show himself.

Well, it’s not at all bad for my plan. With Duke Alleroden here, all the stages were complete.

When I glanced at the Tower Master Rañasel, she looked at me with curious eyes. Her eyes seemed to ask, ‘Who is the warlock?’

I answered her by turning my gaze straight to Mazellion Alleroden.

“The black magic he has is ‘Possession’. It is a magic that can parasitize someone else's body and take away their entire life. Those who are ignorant of black magic will never be able to stop or prepare for it.”

“…!!!”

“Po…possession?”

"I've never heard of such a magic!"

“It’s a magic which we recently discovered in Michelas, so it’s only natural that everyone here isn’t familiar with it.”

The more I elaborated, the more Mazellion's complexion grew paler and paler. It was only natural since the warlock I was talking about was none other than him. However, reincarnating, or what I told them as ‘possession’, was not black magic. It was simply a tool for the main character's correction. Unfortunately for Mazellion, he just happened to have both of it. Therefore, politics was important.

“I will speak as the Master of the Blue Magic Tower. I respect the words of the magician Yoo Seodam. Therefore, I will do everything I can to help him catch the warlock. If black magic starts to spread in this land once again, something like the ‘Warlock’s Great War’ that had happened a hundred years ago might start again!”

In history, ‘black magic’ has always been recorded as the cruelest magic of all. It's the same in any world since it was a magic which could only be attained by sacrificing the soul of the living. Of course it didn’t mean that Mazellion, after reincarnating, was still sacrificing the living. Because there’s a chance that this story was about how he lives a life of atonement and regret for the atrocities he committed in the past. However, that had absolutely nothing to do with me. The fact that Mazellion had black mana circle was the most important fact for me.

"That’s right! Just like what the Blue Magic Tower Master said, doesn't history prove it? Black magic has historically been a terrible and uncivilized magic.”

"If Michelas' magician could find him, we need to lend him a hand!"

“That’s right! Me and my tower will help you to catch the warlock!”

All the elite magicians who participated in the seminar began to agree with me.

"But, do you have a way to find that warlock?"

“Unfortunately, in the process of crossing over to this continent, the machine that is used to locate the warlock had been destroyed. I cannot find him on my own.”

Some wizards seemed disappointed at my words, but the quick-witted Duke Alleroden lowered his voice and asked.

“…does that mean that with our help, you will be able to find it?”

"That's right. Didn't magicians in this continent search out the warlocks themselves a hundred years ago? Among the magic tools at that time, there must be one that can detect ‘black mana’.”

"Ah! That’s right. We have one in the vault of our tower.”

“There's also one in the museum. I don't know if it works, but if we fix it, we'll be able to use it soon."

"I think ours is still intact.”

In fact, if I want to, I could easily make a device with the help of Aracelli. However, if I did that, I couldn't rely on all the magicians for the searching process. After all, it's impossible for a foreigner to touch the third son of the Duke Alleroden without any support. If the truth was uncovered with my machine, there’s a chance that the Duke family would rebel, saying that it was a conspiracy or whatever.

However, what if they discovered the warlock with their own magic tools from the past?

Mazellion would never be able to escape.

“Oh, there is a ‘black mana detection tool’ in our tower. If it's not rude, can I bring it out now? I was thinking that if it were a warlock, he would have hid in this place, where the most talented wizards gathered.”

Rañasel gave up her usual light tone, and said it with a serious tone. At her words, all the magicians present nodded their heads.

“It’s fine! There is actually someone who has mastered such terrible black magic, I think I wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly if they were around."

“I’m glad that the Blue Magic Tower has a detection tool."

After a while, Rañasel brought the magic tool out. Meanwhile, Mazellion took a step back from her while watching the magic tool being installed in the center of the venue. He knew that the moment the light came on, his identity would be revealed.

Even though he’d never learned possession magic, even though he had never used black magic properly after being reincarnated, and the circles were only the accumulation of Mana he had gathered in his previous life, he knew that for everyone, he was nothing but a warlock.

He looked at the Duke of Alleroden with a pale face. But the Duke betrayed his expectations and just nodded his head.

“From now on, no one can leave the seminar.”

At that moment, Mazellion sensed his end.