Reborn As A Warlock, Misunderstood As Strongest-Chapter 50: Resurrection of a Dead Person [1]
How long has it been since I encountered Evil, and have these guys been twisted?
None of this was easy. A sharp blade gleamed in the arms of a man wearing a blue mask.
The man’s eyes fixed on me — the eyes of a hunter who had found his prey.
"Who are you?"
I knew it wasn’t the answer I wanted, but I asked it anyway to gauge his reaction.
"... ... ."
The man didn’t respond. Seeing that he made no hasty moves, I could tell he was a cautious type.
They were the most dangerous kind when faced as enemies.
I could feel it — even at this very moment, their encirclement was gradually tightening.
The mana in the surrounding area fluctuated wildly. Someone had cast a spell.
The loud noises from outside vanished as if they had never existed, and silence fell.
’Range-based magic... Is it a veil of silence?’
It was a spell that blocked out sound from the surrounding area. Simple yet practical — a magic often favored by assassins.
Seeing that they even had a wizard with them made it clear that they had come fully prepared to kill me.
"... I will ask you again. Are you Zeil Sieghardt?"
I had only intended to talk to Aria Valentine to build a connection with her, but contrary to my intentions, I ended up getting caught in a far bigger situation.
My thoughts shifted. Since ancient times, plans have had to change flexibly in response to unforeseen variables.
Instead of answering, I circulated mana throughout my body.
"Full-body complex strengthening."
The purple mana wrapped around my arm shimmered like heat rising from a flame.
Black magic based on demonic energy does not require cumbersome chanting.
Unlike traditional magic, which envisions an image through a magic circle and channels mana via incantation, black magic manifests intuitively according to the caster’s will.
If you understand this principle, you can not only simplify ordinary spell structures but also perform the miracle of casting without chanting.
Of course, it was still only a matter of shortening the incantation — but that was enough.
My heart pumped harder. Blood surged through my arms and legs, and my swollen muscles screamed.
The purple mana spreading throughout my body proved that power was rising within me.
Attack first and win.
I quickly closed the distance, recalling that old adage.
Thud!
My fist, tearing through the air, collided with the dagger drawn by the masked man.
The blow was meant to shatter bones, but it didn’t go as expected. After seeing that the dagger in his hand had crumbled into powder, the man widened the distance and stared at me.
"... I heard that you are a new student who just entered the academy, but it seems the legend of the Sieghardt family is no exaggeration. But that’s the end of it."
He seemed quite unsettled.
He pulled out daggers from both sleeves and straightened his posture.
"I don’t think there’s any need to confirm any further."
The two blades in his hands began to glow. The light grew stronger and soon enveloped both weapons, merging into a single radiance.
"Leave no witnesses."
It wasn’t just ordinary mana coating the blades.
Though the form was hazy, the energy radiating from it was unmistakable.
Aura.
The ultimate technique that only knights of at least the 7th circle could wield — the essence and pinnacle of mana control.
I knew these were professionally trained assassins, but I never imagined that one among them could handle Aura.
"It may sound odd given the situation, but aren’t you planning to resolve this through conversation?"
"... ... ."
I glanced behind me and saw Aria observing the scene with an unreadable expression.
I assumed she was confident that, even if she couldn’t kill everyone here, she could at least take down one person if she tried.
Naturally, she had no intention of helping.
"You’re a quiet one. Can I at least know why assassins like you are targeting me?"
"... If you have any last words, I’ll listen. That’s the least mercy I can show you."
His tone was filled with confidence.
He was confident because he had already made up his mind.
No matter how much I fought or crawled, there was no way I could survive this situation.
Fine. That’s true.
If I hadn’t taken the Mandrake, I knew full well that, in my current state, even a single strike could slice me apart like tofu.
No matter how much I strengthened my body, it couldn’t withstand an Aura Blade.
"As expected, conversation seems impossible."
"If you’re trying to stall for time, give up."
However, there was something they misunderstood.
I’m not a knight or a martial artist.
"Blue Moon."
"... How did you come up with that name?"
I’m a black magician.
The masked man looked more shocked than ever before.
If you’re that surprised, then let’s begin.
"—Ilya."
Thankfully, the sound from the outside world was completely blocked, so there was nothing to worry about.
From now on, this was my battlefield.
A thick fog rose around us.
Crumble!
Clop. Clop.
The sound of ghostly hooves echoed closer and closer, the air trembling with their approach.
"What the hell is this!" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
"It’s a monster! A monster has appeared!"
Frightened voices came from all directions. The masked man, the first to grasp the situation, shouted orders.
"Don’t panic! Clear the fog first! Wizards, use Dispel!"
But it was already too late. There was a curse woven into the Dullahan’s song.
Unless they were immune to curses, most humans couldn’t move even a fingertip.
Slash!
Each time Ilya appeared, holding his head in his left hand and his sword in his right, a single scream rang out — followed by another corpse collapsing to the ground.
Even through the thick fog, glowing eyes turned toward me. Despite the obscured view, the masked man somehow pinpointed my location.
"... Are you a black magician?"
Yes, my essence is a warlock.
A being who worships demon gods and draws power from demonic energy.
How much effort have I put into hiding this power?
