Chapter 147 – Tristan

In the wilds of the West there is always a strong wind blowing dry, dry dust. It was abandoned because it was not suitable for farming, but it was one of the important trade routes because it was the road to the capital of the empire. Of course, when there is honeydew, ants are attracted, and the western wasteland was always full of bandits targeting merchants.

As the damage increased like that, the righteous lord of the mage tower personally subdued the hordes of bandits. In the meantime, he adopted Gaius, the present mage tower lord of the earth, who showed an aptitude for earth magic. Although there was a lot of talk around him because of his origin, he silenced those in the tower with his skills and rose to the position of the owner of the tower.

However, the public opinion within the Mage Tower was that even if Gaius was acknowledged, it would not be accepted that his lineage inherited the Mage Tower. So he made a decision.

Tristan, who had made the most erroneous decision, was on horseback, looking out over the horizon. Archmage Werner, his companions, and the imperial dogs will arrive soon. The sound of the horses’ hooves tickled his ears, and Tristan turned his horse’s head and looked back at his men.

They were the subordinates of the bandits that had collapsed in the past. In addition to that, the size of the other bandit bands that were scattered all over the place reached 5,000. It was a huge number for a gang of bandits, and they were like uncontrollable wolves.

But Tristan was confident that he could control the wolves. Because he was the king of the wolves.

“Keep quiet.”

At the majestic voice, the wolf-like bandits shut their mouths and focused their consciousness on Tristan’s words. Uncontrollable beasts have no choice but to cower under the cries of beasts greater than themselves.

“Soon, soon, Werner and the imperial army will arrive here. At least, they must be coming with the intention of wiping us out. That’s why I’m asking you guys. I’ll specifically allow you to speak.”

he questioned the wolves.

“Are you afraid?”

Then the wolves he led answered.

“I’m not afraid!”

He answered the wolves again.

“The difference in power is obvious. They will come equipped with better weapons, better horses, and better armor than us. Then will you guys kneel to live?”

The wolves answered their king.

“I don’t mean to!”

The king of the wolves, the mage lord of the earth, the legend of the magicians, and Tristan of the Black Round Table… the beast bearing those names said with a satisfied expression.

“The world denied, trampled, abused and pushed people like us. So I understand your anger. I affirm your loneliness.”

The origins of most of the magicians must be similar. There’s no way people who grew up in a normal family would become magicians. Those who fled from the murderous tax of the local lord, those who grew up as orphans and fell into crime, those who succumbed to abuse and killed their parents and fell into darkness, those who were betrayed by those they trusted and were imprisoned and then escaped… Only the shape of the curve was different, but they lived an uneven life.

“Those who have been denied, trampled and pushed out of the world. We have now reached a point of no return. Isn’t it unfair?”

“It’s unfair! It’s unfair! It’s unfair!”

“Now it is impossible for us to live a normal life. Then this time we must deny this world, we must trample it, it is time we pushed the world away. The world will only repay us for what it has done to us. Yes. This is evil, not good.”

He acknowledged that their actions were evil, not good.

“What’s the point of being evil? If God or the world couldn’t tolerate the existence of evil, they shouldn’t have made us evil in the first place. That’s why we only prove our existence in our own wolf way.”

“My lord! What is the wolf’s way?!!!”

The king of wolves answered.

“Bite everything in the world except wolves like us.”

The wolves following Tristan went wild. Even if there was an overwhelming power difference, they were not afraid. Because there was a huge being leading them. I didn’t think I would lose with him.

“The sound of horses’ hooves will be the sound of your heart. Don’t stop running until your heart stops. Even if your limbs are cut off, even if all your teeth are pulled out, bite the world.”

The rising dawn sun adorned Tristan’s back like a halo.

“Come on, let’s deny this bad world with me.”

He left his enthusiastic subordinates behind for a while, and, conscious of the existence of a comrade waiting for him, turned his steps toward the huge rock, or rather, turned his horse.

A blonde woman who sealed her whole body in a tight black suit smiled at him. Taking Kay’s place at the black round table, she looked at Tristan and asked in a provocative voice.

“You’re good at saying things you don’t even have in your heart. You don’t even like those guys.”

“Don’t try to judge my mind on your own. It could kill you.”

“Omma, I’m scared~. I’m scared of this so I have to scream loudly? Then a nice prince will come to save me, right?”

“It’s a corny joke.”

“Yes, no prince comes to rescue people like us. He only comes after our necks.”

“At least you have a good understanding of your fountain.”

At first glance, he might seem aloof. Even within the Black Round Table, Tristan, who is on a different path, communicated with Pellinore, who had already died, and Kay, who was currently provoking him.

“Is that why you came here?”

“That bastard’s order, Lancelot. He said you’d have a hard time alone, so go help him?”

“It’s rare. That he sent someone instead of coming in person.”

“Ah, he’s injured his left eye right now. Where did he get a wound that even top healers can’t heal… It’s said that he’s blind in his left eye…”

“That sounds like a bit of a thrilling story. I want you to tell me a little bit more.”

“Ah, I’ll tell you about that later. Shall we deal with the approaching royal dogs first?”

Tristan then confirmed the presence of an army on the horizon. At the forefront were the Archmage Werner Alton, the young Northern Grand Duke Glaceon Winterheart, and Werner’s disciple, Airi Leth.

“Yes, I’ll have to deal with the urgent first.”

“…Now then, it’s time to fulfill your long-cherished wish, right? I’ll help you.”

Kay knew that Tristan’s purpose was not to deny the world. Denying the world was just a means. Tristan smiled softly and spoke of his true longing.

“I will prove everything in the world, even by denying God.”

He said so and used his magic. However, the voice reciting the incantation was not heard at all. Because that was the value it was trying to prove.

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This horseback riding thing hurts my butt. In historical dramas, Mr. Choi Soo-jong rides well… With Werner’s knowledge, he had some know-how in horseback riding, but he didn’t get used to it at all.

I was very happy when I first climbed on the horse that Ricardo gave me as a gift. He was so handsome that he was given the name Rocinante. Of course, people who didn’t know Don Quixote even praised it as a wonderful name.

When I actually rode it, my butt hurt so much, and I couldn’t stand it because I got motion sickness. How the hell did that Don Quixote guy hold up…

“I see a magic trick over there!!!”

According to the information, the number of bandits is 5,000, and this side has a whopping 7,000 of the regular army of the imperial family, equipped with better weapons and horses. If I only focus on that guy named Tristan, there’s nothing to say about victory.

However, Airi suddenly said in a suspicious voice.

“Master, by the way, something is strange.”

“Where are you going? I’m feeling weird right now, so I’m dying…”

“There are no rocky mountains in the wilds of the west. But these rocky mountains on either side of us… No, the mountains…”

The topography is not like this and that, and there was no way it would rise suddenly. If so, then something is wrong… Wait, Lorsha said that.

Tristan swung the arm of a huge rock without a chant and annihilated the masters of the Mage Tower… That doesn’t mean…

“This fucking dog!!!!”

I hurriedly took out the enchantment book. But it seemed too late.

“The rock mountain is moving!!!!”

A soldier shouted and a mountain range of huge rocks… No, a huge rock arm the same size as the mountain range started moving. It was the same movement as about to clap, but the clap meant our death.

It was absolutely impossible to destroy that huge rock arm with my body right now.

“Enoch, open the page 140 of the wind!!!”