My Civil Servant Life Reborn in the Strange World

Chapter 310.

Chapter 310.

After confirming the identity of the approaching shadow, Libra laughed derisively. "Ha! Just how many lives do you have, Scorpio?"

Selina, the Witch of Greed, had a pale complexion as she responded, "There’s... no need... for me to tell you. I don’t think so. Don’t worry about useless things, you cultist." She glared sharply and sat next to Galak.

"You look even worse than when you were done in by Marsen’s heart sword,” Galak remarked.

"That’s... The Holy Sword is anathema to witches. That and the soul that got done in by the heart sword hasn’t healed yet." Despite her condition, Selina smiled playfully. "I really thought I was going to die this time. Uhuhuhuhu."

Galak grinned and brought out ‘The Prophecy of the Holy Tribe’ from his pocket. He asked, "Is this the last of the preparations we need to summon the Demon King, aside from ‘The End of the Holy Tribe’? Did you learn the whereabouts of the magician who used the magic of the Demon King summons that you felt two years ago?"

Libra shook his head. "No, not yet, because of interference from the Big Mama Information Agency. But I picked up a clue. You’ll find out soon.”

Galak spoke leisurely. "But it’s a relief that there might be a copy left, right?”

"If you had taken good care of the Demon King’s summons in the first place, we could have started the ritual before ‘The Prophecy of the Holy Tribe’ was seized by the master of the Holy Sword!"

"What can I do? I heard he used it to make roasted sweet potatoes. If it’s roasted sweet potatoes, it can’t be helped,” Galak responded, saying that roasted sweet potatoes were important.

Libra frowned and exclaimed angrily, "My god! Making and eating roasted sweet potatoes with the great holy scriptures! There’s something wrong with the heads of those in your tribe!"

Galak stood up and hummed. "What’s the problem? It’ll be over soon. The preparations to start the ceremony are going well, right?"

"There’s a little problem, but it’s not as problematic as ‘The End of the Holy Tribe’."

Galak smiled playfully and patted Libra’s shoulders. "Really? Good luck. I’ll go up to the Demon’s Territory first,” he said before disappearing with Selina.

Libra clenched his teeth as he was left alone, muttering, "It’ll be over for you on the day the Demon King is summoned, Galak Blade."

* * *

"Wake up, son!"

"Huk!" I jumped up in surprise at the sudden loud call. What? Did something happen?

"Ahahaha! It’s been a while since I saw Youngest with some screws loose." My father stood at the entrance to my private barracks wearing a luxurious suit and glasses.

"Father?" My half-asleep consciousness was jolted awake by surprise as soon as I saw my father.

If it became known that my father had left our hometown, there would be a political, economic, and military panic, so I was surprised that he had proudly entered my barracks without paying attention to his surroundings.

"Oh, you’re using recognition interfering magic." I let out a sigh of relief. Looking closely, not only my father’s suit, but also his glasses, contained spells to conceal his identity.

"Oh! As expected! You recognize it because you’re a magician!"

"Considering it’s very powerful magic, I’m guessing Elder Mirpa-nim gave it to you."

My father smiled happily and moved his whole body. "That’s right. It’s good because it’s made of dragon wings and has excellent elasticity."

The suit swelled and seemed as if it might burst from my father’s muscles, but it didn’t tear. It also seemed to have been stitched with the hair from a dragon’s mane.

"That’s good,” I said, yawning. Gwalchavad came out of my pocket space and poured some black tea. The arm that had been broken by my great-grandfather had been reattached with restoration magic, but it appeared more delicate repairs were needed.

"Today’s morning tea is earl grey. For breakfast, I have prepared beef with matsutake mushrooms and apple pie. Do you need anything else, Master?” Gwalchavad asked.

I nodded while drinking tea in a leisurely manner. "That’s enough."

"Okay." Gwalchavad bowed lightly to my father and took out food from my pocket space, setting it on the table.

"Son, what’s up with this guy? He’s quite strong.” My father looked at Gwalchavad with interest.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Gwalchavad, a knight who serves Master. It’s an honor to meet the chief of the Crow tribe and the father of Master." Gwalchavad greeted my father politely.

"I see. Take good care of my son."

Gwalchavad smiled gently and nodded. "Of course."

"I think it’ll be fun to have a match together sometime, but I think fixing your arm first will be the first thing to do.” My father saw through the condition of his arm instantly.

Gwalchavad grinned brightly. "It’s an honor. It’s the virtue of a knight to fight the strong and hone oneself."

I asked my father while stabbing beef and mushrooms with a fork, "Father, would you like to eat together?"

“Sounds good. Mr. Knight, will you give me a plate too?” my father asked as he sat in front of me.

Gwalchavad took out food for my father. "Enjoy your meal,” he said before returning to the pocket space.

My father ate some beef while looking around with great interest, exclaiming, "Oh! It’s delicious! Did that knight just now make it?”

"Yes. Gwalchavad is good at cooking."

My father and I talked about this and that while eating.

“So why does Leisha look like that? She said you pushed her into the battlefield,” he asked.

"Yes. I sent her to the battlefield to find a clue to breaking into the next level. It’s a little barbaric, but having a life-and-death encounter with someone at a higher level than you is a perfect way to break through the wall,” I answered.

My father nodded as if my answer were natural. "Good job. I think it’s because it’s been a while since I last saw her, but she did seem to have gotten stronger. Well, you know much better about magic than I do."

My father passed over the subject casually. Leisha noona wasn’t talented in martial arts, including Crow martial arts, but she was talented in magic. After all, one who could become a madosa at the age of 20 would be considered one of the best talents in the world.

"I think she’ll rise to the great madosa level roughly around the age of 50,” I said.

At my assessment, my father smiled brightly and was pleased. "Really? If it’s the great madosa level or whatever, isn’t that the same level as Elder Mirpa?"

"There may be differences in skill, but the level itself is the same,” I said.

Even if it was a great madosa, one would have to wait another hundred years to catch up with the results of Elder Mirpa’s research.

Originally, the level of great madosa meant that one was blocked by the wall of the Magic Way, not that one had crossed it. By that standard, I could say I had risen to the level of great madosa yesterday.

"I was secretly nervous about leaving it to Elder Mirpa, but I’m glad." My father actually seemed relieved.

Well, from my father’s point of view, magic was like gambling. As such, it had seemed like a big risk to let his precious daughter learn something unpredictable rather than martial arts.

I swallowed the last piece of apple pie and asked, "So Father, what are you going to do? Are you going to chase Great-grandfather?”

"Well, I need to do that too, but I think I’ll exterminate the Demon King worshippers first. Up to now, I’ve killed them every time I was bored, but they’re a real bunch of bastards."

"Really?"

Black magicians were enemies of the whole world. However, from a magician’s point of view, the black magicians who didn’t bother others and studied alone were just ordinary magicians using black magic. On the other hand, heretical groups such as the Demon King worshippers were objects to be eradicated.

"Besides, I don’t have a good feeling about this,” my father added. In truth, I’d also been feeling uncomfortable after seeing my great-grandfather yesterday.

"I’m going to go back to the capital. What are you going to do?” I asked.

My father seriously deliberated over the answer. It seemed he was worried that I would run away if he were to go up to the Demon’s Territory.

Honestly, it wasn’t as if I didn’t have any desire to run away.

"Hmm, should I go to the capital first too? As your father, I should at least see the environment you live in,” my father finally said.

"Then please feel free,” I replied.

The prime minister would no doubt still have a lot of stomach medicine left. And my father wasn’t the type of person who’d make things difficult for Mrs. Arscilla, so it didn’t matter in that space.

"Caradoc, put all the luggage in the pocket space,” I instructed.

"Yes, I understand, Commander-in-chief." Caradoc came out of my pocket space and bowed in greeting.

As I left the barracks with my father, he asked, "Is he also your knight?"

"Yes. He provides resourceful advice, as opposed to power. He provides a lot of help since he has a lot of experience."

"Oh, even you’re receiving help? That’s quite a useful knight.” My father looked back on the barracks as if he wanted to take Caradoc for himself.

"I won’t give him to you,” I said.

"I don’t need it. You can just give advice anyway,” my father replied.

"Ahaha, feel free to ask whenever you’re around." I smiled lightly and headed to where my uncle was.

I had put my barracks outside the fortress because I had to work in many different places these days, but my uncle was the commander and didn’t have to, so he was using the best place in the fortress.

We greeted the Black Water Buffalo knight guarding Uncle Bloody’s room and went inside. "Uncle, how’s your condition?" I asked.

Four great madosas were inside, curiously observing Uncle Bloody and Mac hyung’s conditions.

"I didn’t know the Curse of the Giants really existed."

"It must be quite beyond ordinary if General Bloody, who’s famous for his strength, is this weak. What do you think about this Communication Disorder?"

"It’s at least a myth-class curse, B*tch."

"As expected. I want to touch it myself."

The four eagerly took notes on Uncle Bloody and Mac hyung’s condition.

My uncle, who was in the middle of the group, saw me enter and reached out to me. "Save me! Crazy old people are trying to dissect me!" he screamed.

Elder Mirpa vigorously hit Uncle Bloody in the back of his head. "Tch! I won’t dissect you. Stay still!"

Uncle Bloody seemed to have recovered a lot, but Mac hyung, who was lying next to him, had a pale, corpse-like complexion.

I spoke carefully because for some reason, I thought I might also get caught and be observed if I tried to intervene. "Uh... I’m going to go back now that the war is over. Ms. Orphina told me to tell you to go find her when you wake up." I then thought I should talk to the chief of staff about how the military should move going forward before I left.

"Where are you going?" Elder Mirpa grabbed me as I tried to go out of the room again. Then she asked my father, "I have something to talk to Den about, so will you wait a moment, Chief?"

"Yes. Take your time talking." My father nodded gladly.

"What? Chief? That large man is the chief-nim of the Crow tribe? So it’s true that the Crow of Death is here?!"

"Mmm..."

The Space Specialist was shocked, and the Curse Specialist groaned.

"Wake up.” My father didn’t care about the others’ gazes and approached Mac hyung casually, pouring martial aura into him. Immediately, the energy of the curse, which had been ravaging Mac hyung’s body, disappeared.

"Oh!" The three great madosas’ eyes brightened in amazement as they began to bombard my father with questions.

Elder Mirpa looked at them, smiled bitterly, and spoke to me. "I heard you wrecked Communication Disorder and B*tch."

"No, rather than ‘wrecked’, I’d say I won by a fluke,” I said.

Elder Mirpa snorted at my modesty. "That’s wrecking. So I talked to those idiots. You’re also a great madosa now, so you should be called something based on your magic."

I was dumbfounded by Elder Mirpa’s words. "Uh... Then am I also going to be called the Alchemy Specialist?" I asked. Immediately, she whacked me on the head. "Ouch!" I exclaimed.

"Tch! How dare you covet the name Alchemy Specialist when your alchemy is worse than mine? Alchemy isn’t your main focus in the first place,” Elder Mirpa said.

"Well, that’s true," I affirmed while touching my forehead.

"So I talked to those idiots about your magical nature as a teacher."

"And so?"

Elder Mirpa smiled lightly and said,"Your magic isn’t just one branch, but rather an approach that greedily covets all branches. And it has a domain that invades and neutralizes the magic of others."

"Right." I nodded gently.

"It’s a domain that reflects the nature of magicians, like a mirror. So we decided to call you the ‘Anti-magic Specialist’."

"Do you mean it’s a counter for all magic?" I asked, and Elder Mirpa nodded. "I like it,” I said.

Anti-magic Specialist. If I had named myself that, it would have been a very arrogant title. As such, I liked it even more.