I Became a Flashing Genius at the Magic Academy [158-362][English Translation]

Episode 257 Chapter 50: Noble Soul (10)

Noble Soul (10)

Meanwhile, at the moment when the head of the Magical Society, Aryumun, and the elder of Namuhwa, Suhaksan, met.

A small clearing at the edge of the World Tree.

Chirp chirp!

A sparrow chirped, and the leaves rustled gently in the clearing, which was so secluded that people rarely found it.

"Groan..."

In a secluded corner of the clearing, someone was lying on an old, worn-out bench, completely drunk.

Covered only by a single sheet of newspaper, he was in a daze, a rather pitiful sight.

"Mister."

It seemed someone had found him in this rarely visited place. A girl with pointed ears passed by and couldn't just leave him be, so she spoke to him.

"Groan..."

But there was no response.

"Mister!"

"Argh!"

When the girl shouted again, the newspaper fell to the ground, revealing the man's face.

His scruffy beard and tangled curly hair were typical of a homeless person, and his round ears indicated he was human. His shabby clothes confirmed his status as a vagrant.

"What..."

He scratched his head and sat up, revealing dark circles under his eyes. The girl stepped back, covering her nose.

"Ugh, you reek of alcohol..."

"Hmm. And who are you?"

"And who are you, mister?"

"Me? I am..."

Finally, the man raised his hand.

It was still covered in a blue-stained liquid.

"What's that?"

"Blood."

"Blood? Blood is red."

"For you elves, maybe."

"Humans have red blood too. You're human, aren't you?"

"Me? Do I look like a human?"

When the girl nodded, the man burst into laughter.

Would this innocent girl know? The blue blood on his hands belonged to a crazed dark magician who had spent over a decade killing only virgins.

'Well... he deserved to die.'

His name was Dark Mage Slayer, Chelriban.

Chelriban was a dark magician, but he was on the run from other dark magicians.

Because he was a dark mage slayer?

Not quite. That was just a hobby. It was natural for weak dark magicians to be weeded out, so it wasn't a big problem.

But...

He had challenged the 'Dark Magic King' a long time ago and lost, which made him a fugitive now.

Once a dark magician challenges the king, they can't return alive.

He arrogantly coveted the throne of the strong despite being weak, and the price was death. Yet, he shamefully fled, unable to show his face, living in hiding.

"Hmm, it's quiet here."

He was slightly tired after the intense battle, but fortunately, there were no pursuers here.