“If I don’t die, all your sons will die. I will erase House Perry from the stage of history.” Fabiana sneered.
“You!”
Count Perry couldn’t laugh anymore. He was instantly cornered.
“These sisters of mine are not like the stinking bugs you surround yourself with who only care about money. They are true knights. Don’t expect them to sacrifice their lives to save you when I kill you. No one can save you.”
Fabiana threatened calmly.
“Even if the Human Emperor pleads for you, it won’t save you!” Count Perry blurted out recklessly.
“Then try it. See who the Human Emperor sides with.” Fabiana’s expression didn’t change.
Count Perry’s heart began to sink in panic.
He had brought an army of thirty thousand and experts from every direction, but the enemy showed no sign of panic.
He had bet the accumulated efforts of several generations of his family on this war.
‘I cannot fail!’
The pressure suddenly hit him.
But he still had to put up a brave front:
“You’re just bluffing! Tomorrow will be your death day!”
Having delivered the challenge, the furious Count Perry yanked his horse’s head and prepared to leave.
“Wait, I still have something to say.”
Suddenly, a mysterious man in a black robe and cloak spoke from within the group.
The entire noble vanguard stopped.
Even Count Perry had to halt and wait. This showed the man’s unusual status.
“Divine Official, I sense your magic power. Come out and face me.”
The mysterious man said hoarsely.
“?”
Black Mimi stuck half her head out to look.
Of course, this was all controlled by Samimi, who continued to hide in the tower and observe from the shadows.
Another advantage of this doppelganger: if she didn’t want to show herself, she could send Black Mimi out to take a look.
After all, her field of vision was linked to Black Mimi’s eyes.
And this was a good opportunity to test it.
Because ordinary people couldn’t see through Black Mimi’s inhuman nature just by appearance, but mages could detect enemies through magical fluctuations. They might spot a clue.
“So you killed my senior brother?”
From the mysterious man’s words, it was impossible to tell whether he thought Black Mimi was human or a ghost.
This man was probably a member of the mage mercenary group [Order of Compassion] that Veronica had mentioned last time.
They were mages who craved worldly power, money, and pleasure.
They were said to be despicable people destined never to comprehend profound magical achievements. The Academy mages called them “Fallen Mages.”
Though whether one could achieve profound accomplishments had nothing to do with greed for fame and fortune.
That was just a way for the Academy mages to belittle others.
The same as calling us heretical magicians.
It’s just that those who become Fallen Mages are more or less not good people or easy targets.
Our heretical magician talents are twisted by nature; it has nothing to do with our character.
But a mage choosing to fall is definitely a choice made later in life.
Black Mimi didn’t need to answer.
She just had to show the black staff in her hand, and the Fallen Mage below would know the truth.
When the mysterious man saw the staff Black Mimi extended, his face darkened instantly.
Although his face was hidden, Samimi could sense his emotional upheaval through the Clear Vision Technique.
The value of Clear Vision Technique kept increasing.
No mage could know about this secret of hers.
“Damn Demon Monk, you killed and robbed. That’s my senior brother’s staff. You will pay for this.”
It seemed this mysterious man had a grudge to settle too.
Whether he truly had deep brotherly feelings for his senior was uncertain.
“If you want it back, then come.” Black Mimi spoke like a robot.
“Then if you have the guts, come down. Let’s duel.” The mysterious man was furious.
Then…
Black Mimi slowly floated down from the city wall, as if stepping on empty air, walking step by step to the enemy’s front line.
In an instant, both sides fell silent, looking at each other.
“Using our life-or-death duel as the opening ceremony of the war is most appropriate.”
Black Mimi continued in a flat tone.
The mysterious man froze for a moment, not expecting this little Divine Official to be so bold.
And why would a Divine Official be so eager to duel?
‘A trap! Definitely a trap!’
But words spoken were like water spilled—impossible to take back.
If he backed down without a fight, how could he maintain his footing in the mercenary world?
He looked at Count Perry, at everyone, at his fellow disciples.
Everyone looked at him expectantly. No one gave him a way out.
That’s right.
Samimi could sense that the enemy lineup included not just one mage, but several.
The Fallen Mage organization called the [Order of Compassion] had probably come in full force.
And these Fallen Mages were good at concealing their magical fluctuations, making them hard to detect.
Unfortunately, they had met Samimi, who had a 100% Clear Vision Technique.
Otherwise, they might have slipped through undetected.
The overall level of these Fallen Mages was around Magic Mentor. They were certainly not weak, but not exceptionally strong either.
But this time, their advantage in numbers showed.
The combat power of several Magic Mentors was far superior to a hundred Fire Magic Apprentices.
Count Perry was also a formidable figure.
He must have spent a huge sum to hire these people.
A major villain willing to spend money, going all out to take revenge on the protagonist group, sparing no expense, just to make them suffer.
‘What does he hope to gain?’
And he dared to ride at the very front, coming right before us to taunt. That took guts. Not a coward at all.
‘What does he hope to gain?’
But the envoy delegation could not be attacked.
So forget about suddenly striking down Count Perry who had ventured deep into enemy territory.
Knight King Char would definitely stop such a despicable act.
At this moment, everyone still had to pretend to be civilized.
But how could a war lack a duel between generals?
It was a necessary step!
Everyone had already stepped back, clearing a large open space for the magic manipulators to spar.
“…”
Black Mimi raised her black staff and, without another word, cast a deep crimson Magic Shield on herself.
She also disguised and concealed her own magical talent.
No more thorn-like effects, no more irregular chaotic fluctuations. It became calm.
It was hard for the enemy to tell what kind of magical talent this was.
To the eye, it was a pure Magic Source, but dyed red instead of blue. Very strange.
Couldn’t be helped.
Samimi had nothing better to do, so she studied these sneaky little tricks every day.
In any case, she was determined to deceive, ambush, and disgust you.
If you asked if it was useful, maybe not.
If you asked if it wasn’t, not really.