The Book Eating Magician - chapter-123
The 3rd Circle Fireball was the most popular attack magic. Once five
large fireballs bigger than an adult’s head appeared, the darkness
disappeared and revealed the place where Theodore was standing.
The procession members were quite far away, but the light and heat still
stung their eyeballs. It wouldn’t be difficult to burn a human-sized
creature with this amount of power. However, the one who actually made
the fireballs, Theodore, looked up at them with a puzzled expression.
‘What? I used enough magic power to make only three.’
But that worry was quickly resolved. The circular scar on his left hand,
the mark of the ‘Ring of Muspelheim,’ throbbed like it was boasting
of its own merits.
The mark had the ability to dramatically increase the owner’s fire
affinity and reduced fire magic consumption by half. It seemed like this
power acted independent of Theo’s will. If so, Theo had to add that
variable into his calculations.
Once he finished thinking, Theodore gazed ahead of him.
“…Fast. Is it a quick animal like a camel?”
It was like he said. The dust on the horizon came close enough that he
could distinguish the colour of the fluttering turbans. Camels were a
rare sight on the northern continent, but in fact, camels were one of the
best animals for fast riding. They were short-distance sprinters who
could run around 65km/hr.
Aside from admiring it, his cold eyes also caught the targets for his
“Go,” Theodore declared, and the five fireballs flew forward. They
were aimed at the ones coming in the forefront. The vanguard of any group
was strong, and the charging power of this vanguard was reduced by half.
“° C ¥ £ ￠!”
However, Theo’s instincts told him there was something unusual as the
enemies acted quickly.
They scattered widely in all directions, heading away from the massive
magic, while the proficient enemies who remained wielded their swords
directly against the fireballs. The crescent-shaped shamshirs moved, and
the fireballs literally split apart, bursting in the air.
Theo scoffed in a cold manner as he watched.
Puk! Puuok! Puk!
The brow, throat and mouth… Translucent arrows pierced the areas which
couldn’t be protected by armour, causing a fountain of blood.
The one who had destroyed the fireball was devastated by the surprise
attack and fell off the camel. The thick darkness wasn’t a friend. It
made them miss the wind arrows hiding behind the fireballs.
This was real magic, different from those obsessed with flashy displays.
The previous attack took out five people, so it wasn’t too bad.
However, the enemies weren’t stupid. In exchange for taking out five
men, Theodore had exposed his position. Magicians were strongest in a
group battle where they could exercise their abilities in a safe place.
The enemy boss knew this and headed toward the lone magician with a few
However, he did this without knowing that it was Theodore’s aim.
Was it because they had lost a companion…? One warrior came forward
recklessly, jumping off the camel while drawing his sword. The light
around the curved blade proved that he was an aura user. In other words,
he had a power which could cut through magic shields in one strike!
“…How simple.” Theodore accepted the blade without any hesitation.
It cut—no, it couldn’t cut anything. The warrior who struck with his
sword was confused for a moment. There was no feeling of cutting through
something despite having clearly cut the enemy. The moment that his
movements stopped, Theodore turned off Fluidization and punched out.
‘Battle Song. Rhapsody of Power. Mezzo Forte.’
The impact of Theo’s attack was strengthened by magic. The first punch
penetrated the armour in one blow and crushed the heart hidden in the
The warrior’s breathless body was thrown back.
The enemy leader’s face stiffened as he watched the scene. Then he
raised his left hand and gave instructions to his men. After his
gestures, the camels running in a straight line shifted directions and
started circling around Theodore.
‘An encirclement command? Moreover, it was done through hand motions?
Aren’t they more like soldiers than bandits?’ Theodore’s doubts
shifted to this conviction.
As proof of this conviction, the leader came forward to speak after the
encirclement was completed.
“Young man, your skills are very good.”
“…The north’s official language?”
“But I believe that your skills are just up to here. If you resist
anymore, I won’t be able to spare your life.”
Theodore laughed at the threat. “Are you telling me to surrender now?”
“That’s right. Our goal is your surrender, and once the ransom for
you is received, you can return to your homeland.”
“Do you even believe the nonsense that you are speaking?”
It wasn’t just the leader who spoke the north’s official language
that responded to Theo’s antagonism. The warriors lashed out as well.
“This young man doesn’t want to live.”
“Let’s just kill him, Boss! Even if the mage uses his fist, how can
he deal with so many people at this distance?”
“I told you to stop!”
As they argued about his life, Theodore lips parted with cynicism on his
tongue. How arrogant were they to think they could decide his life? There
was a lot he wanted to teach them properly, but he needed to check
He stared straight into the leader’s eyes and asked, “Should I even
really call you bandits? Aren’t you Austen’s regular army led by a
Janissary? Or a looting unit?”
“Don’t say that you’re not. The warriors move according to military
discipline, and they use the same swordsmanship.” Theo cut off the
leader with his words before continuing in a loud voice, “Isn’t it
said that the Janissaries are the Sultan’s sword? Then this plundering
was ordered by the Sultan?”
The atmosphere changed after that. In the desert kingdom of Austen, the
Sultan was the representative of the gods. Unlike the commoners’
perception toward the monarchy in common countries, all the people in
Austen believed that they were born to serve the Sultan. In particular,
the Janissaries were fanatics who would bite off their tongue if ordered
to do so by the Sultan.
The enemy’s leader—no, the Janissary, replied in an eerie voice,
“No, we have no affiliation with him.”
“And I’m not a Janissary. My men aren’t regular soldiers of
Austen.” A white sword emerged from the sheath hanging at his waist.
“Stop the chatter, we are enemies. I destroyed my name and pride, and
am just a regular bandit killing merchants on the roads!”
“…Is that so?”
“I will kill you here!”
The Janissary and his men gradually approached Theo without destroying
There were seven aura users and one of the expert level. Even experienced
war mages wouldn’t be able to escape from their encirclement. However,
Theodore didn’t panic at all at the thought of his skin becoming like a
beehive. As Theo had known earlier, they weren’t ordinary enemies.
‘Then I will put the final touches on his self-professed person.’
The preparations were already finished, and Theo counted their steps in
the darkness. 30m to 25 m, 25m to 20m… Then finally, it was a distance
where they could reach him in one leap.
However, the moment the warriors took one step forward…
[Pall dow!] Mitra’s voice resonated loudly from under the ground.
“£ ￠ ￥ ￥ £!!”
The firm ground collapsed, and the hard floor turned into a sandy field,
making them slip on the ground.
There was no way to escape it since they noticed too late. Every piece of
land they tried to use as a foothold turned into sand, and every time
they tried to move, their heavy weight made them sink further.
Pusususu-… The sound of the sinking sand was creepy.
This terrible sandbox was an ant hell.
“-This, guyyyy!” Only one person, the Janissary, responded to the ant
hell. He was one beat late, but he managed to run across the sand and aim
the tip of his sword at the culprit, Theodore. If this blow reached, it
might reverse the unfavourable situation.
However, Theodore’s magic finished quickly. “[Gale, be my blade.]”
The first magic spell he had used from the Balcia Empire shattered the
bodies of the warriors buried in the sand.
* * *
The ensuing battle was one-sided.
The warriors that the Janissary had brought with him to attack Theo were
the elites, while the others were less powerful. Since the main force had
disappeared from the battlefield, the mercenaries hired by Polonell were
able to struggle against the remaining bandits.
Additionally, there were the six living armors left behind by Theodore.
Living armor itself wasn’t that rare. It was an inferior product made
by imitating found relics, and nobles often purchased them as guards,
despite the lack of practicality. However, disciplined living armour,
which could deflect the sword of warriors and then attack exposed gaps,
At that moment, another warrior lost his life due to a living armor.
“A-Amazing…” The merchant Bear was impressed as he watched.
He had seen the living armour from a noble family fight against a knight
but had thought it was nothing more than window dressing. However, what
about the living armour currently in front of him? They were just like
real knights as their swords slashed at the enemy’s neck with smooth
His merchant’s instincts wriggled as he was filled with the desire to
buy them instantly.
Thanks to the living armor and the resistance of the mercenaries, the
enemies started to struggle and were destroyed without knowing their
leader had already died. The living armor confirmed the disappearance of
the enemies’ life force, and their summoning was released.
In the end, Bear could only watch and drool over the empty space.
“Ah… Too bad.”
“Huh? What is so unsatisfactory?”
Bear looked over at the approaching Theodore, who was wiping off the
blood stuck to his robes.
Although Bear had complained that moving away from the party was
suicidal, the story was different now. He hadn’t been able to see it
closely, but Theo’s performance had been great. They might not have won
if Theodore hadn’t lured the boss.
Of course, the truth was different from that, but Theo didn’t say
“It’s nothing. Oh Theo, what happened to the leader?”
“Oh, by Theo directly?”
Theodore’s face wasn’t that bright despite the victory, and Bear’s
words reminded him of the scene from that moment. The Janissary, who had
been fighting to the end with his right arm cut off, knew that Theo had
been trying to capture him, and made the decision without any hesitation.
He had exclaimed,“Glory to Austen’s sun, the Great Sultan!”
Theodore still didn’t understand the loyalty which had driven the
leader to give up his life for the Sultan. Still, the great drought of
the Austen Kingdom had driven a Janissary to looting.
Filled with more complicated emotions than the joy born from victory,
Theo looked at the starry sky, realizing once again just how much of a
mortal he was.