The Great Mage Returns After 4000 Years

Season: 1 204: Hell (1)

Book 1 Chapter 204: Hell (1)

Translator: Seven

Editors: Ana_Banana, Yahiko

“A-, ahh…”

Morgid looked up at Frey with a fearful expression. He felt like an inevitable death was approaching.

Why was he angry?

He’d never made any mistakes in front of the Demigods.

Morgid desperately rolled this problem around in his head.

The reason he was able to become the King over all his brothers was because he had the sharpest wits.

But at that moment, his brain didn’t seem to be working properly, probably because of the fear of death. His tongue, which normally moved so well, was frozen stiff.

Meanwhile, Frey slowly walked up to him.

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to show as much determination as he could.

“I-, if I die, this country will be over!”

These words were said recklessly, but Frey stopped moving.

Morbid felt the aura of death, which was lingering around his neck, recede slightly.

“What do you mean?”

‘It worked!’

Morgid inwardly cheered loudly at this fact.

Of course, this could simply have been prolonging his death. He didn’t have time to waste.

He quickly continued.

“I-, it hasn’t even been five years since I succeeded the throne. I haven’t fully established my authority. My brothers, who are still ambitious, would have a chance to…”

“Just get to the point.”

He gulped audibly.

“If I die, my brother will take my place as King.”

“Brother?”

“I-, I mean Jenta. Don’t you know? Lord Ananta’s Apostle…”

Morgid still mistook him for a Demigod.

“Right. But I heard that Jenta was exiled. How could such a person become king?”

Morgid tilted his head inwardly at those words.

The Demigods were basically indifferent to the affairs of humans. So he didn’t expect this one to know about Jenta’s exile.

However, Jenta was Ananta’s Apostle. So it wasn’t strange that he would know a bit more about him.

“Jenta still has many supporters in Hitume Ikar! Mostly those powers in the dark! I-, it’s not just domestic! Jenta also has a strong relationship with many foreign countries. P-, possibly even more than me. I don’t know just how much power Jenta has.”

Frey frowned.

This was because he thought it was truly unruly for a king to say such things.

‘Someone is amassing power to the point where they might rebel and you do nothing to pressure them or create any countermeasures?’

‘And you can even admit that you don’t know just how much power the other has?’

He couldn’t help but feel that this man before him was not qualified to be king.

This irresponsibility would develop into a rebellion or a civil war and would cause great fear to spread throughout the country.

Just as Frey looked at Morgid from above.

Piht.

Projectiles were suddenly shot from above.

They were aimed at both Frey and Morgid at the same time. Or at least that’s how it appeared at first glance.

In truth, they were mostly focused on Morgid. The ones that were sent to Frey were just to grab his attention.

Frey immediately created a barrier.

The projectiles crashed into the barrier, giving him a chance to see what they were.

‘Needles.’

They were also coated in poison.

Then, Frey felt movement from the ceiling.

Suddenly, two men in black dropped down at the same time. Their actions were swift and stealthy, with no wasted movements.

It was clear that they were trained professionals.

Flashing daggers were held in their hands.

‘They’re aiming for Morgid.’

Crackle.

Pale lightning erupted from Frey’s body. The current traveled along the floor before touching their feet.

“Kurk!”

“Kuk!”

The would-be assassins convulsed violently and foamed from the mouth. They then collapsed to the floor, unable to move even a finger.

“H-, huk…”

Morgid also collapsed.

It had only taken a few seconds for all of those actions to take place.

He’d seen everything that happened, but he couldn’t figure out what was going on.

Frey looked down at the convulsing assassins and said.

“Who are they?”

“A-, assassins! They are Jenta’s men. I can’t believe it… I didn’t think they’d dare to infiltrate the royal castle…”

Frey looked away from Morgid and approached the assassins.

He’d controlled his strength, so they were still conscious.

“Tell me where Jenta is.”

“…”

Juk.

Purple liquid seeped from the assassin’s lips.

Frey furrowed his eyebrows.

Poison.

Were they hiding it in their mouths?

It seemed they still had the ability to move their chin.

Frey’s face crumpled with displeasure.

He hadn’t thought they’d kill themselves without hesitation. It seemed they had also been trained to do that as well.

It was then.

The space beside Frey twisted before splitting vertically. The Great Medium then walked through this rift.

She looked around before sighing.

“I thought this would be the case. Do you know what you’ve done?”

Morgid blinked in confusion.

The Great Medium had suddenly appeared and started talking to the man he thought was a Demigod. As though they were acquainted.

‘How does the Great Medium…?’

It was a well-known fact that the Great Medium didn’t acknowledge the existence of the Demigods.

Therefore, the relationship between the Great Medium and Morgid was naturally poor.

Frey looked down at Morgid and said.

“This man, the King, was in communication with the Demigods. He sold his pride to save his life and didn’t hesitate to become a dog.”

“So you plan to kill the king of the country?”

“What does his status have to do with killing this man?”

The Great Medium and Morgid both felt chills when Frey said those words. In particular, Morgid felt pressure as though someone was gripping his heart.

If Frey had decided to do it earlier, he would have been dead by now.

Since he’d become King, there hadn’t been a day that he’d been able to sleep comfortably because threats to his life surrounded him.

However, this was the first time that he’d truly felt the grip of death.

“Morgid cannot be called a good king, but he did what was best for his people. If the Demigods were to reveal their fangs, then the island would be engulfed in war and many people would have died. Is that what you want to happen?”

“I think it’s better than being raised as livestock.”

“…that’s just your perspective.”

“…”

Frey didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Then he suddenly let out a sigh.

“…you’re right. That’s just my perspective.”

At that moment, Asura’s words appeared in his mind.

He’d called him a warrior. A fighter. And that was right.

Frey despised those who would discard their pride just to save their own lives. No, his feelings went beyond simple contempt and bordered against utter disgust.

But in the end, this was just a subjective view.

Morgid was a king.

As he calmed down, Frey understood what this meant.

For Morgid, the things that mattered the most were the survival of his people and his country.

“I was too hasty. As you said, it wasn’t without reason.”

“…”

The Great Medium was genuinely shocked when Frey reflected and suddenly apologized.

Frey then pointed to the assassins and said.

“They tried to kill Morgid. It seems they are under Jenta. Where is he?”

The Great Medium frowned.

“What will you do with the information?”

“I have to kill him.”

Unlike Morgid, he had no intention of sparing Jenta.

“Jenta is the King of Darkness. He is called the King of Death, the legendary assassin. He enjoys sneak attacks, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t strong in head-on battles. And a few years ago, he became the Apostle of Ananta and gained the ability to use divine power, so no one knows just how strong he is anymore.”

She took a deep breath before continuing.

“The place where Jenta is staying is his territory. With a simple gesture, he would be able to summon hundreds of assassins who would willingly throw their lives away for him.”

“That’s fine.”

“…”

There was no sign of pride. Frey remained expressionless as though what she’d just said was unimportant.

The Great Medium then glanced at the warriors collapsed around the room.

‘Certainly.’

This man’s power was certainly extraordinary. Not even the best Sorcerer she knew would be able to incapacitate so many top Samurai with ease.

‘…first, I’ll see how it goes.’

If he was unable to deal with Jenta, she would step in. As long as Jenta was a citizen of Hitume Ikar, he would never harm the Great Medium.

When she finished her calculations, she opened her mouth.

“Jenta is in a city called ‘Perunaya’ in the northernmost part of the island.”

“Perunaya?”

Morgid asked in a surprised tone.

The Great Medium nodded.

“Right. As you know, it’s the city of Karuka, your sister.”

He sighed.

“They… right. So she laid the groundwork for Jenta to expand his power. Huhu…”

Morgid burst into laughter, but he didn’t look happy.

Instead, he looked incredibly sad.

The Great Medium looked at him with a sad gaze.

Frey could feel the complicated relationship in the royal family, but he had no intention of prying any further.

‘I’ll just kill Jenta and have Ivan clean up the rest.’

As he’d said, he didn’t have time to waste.

“Do you plan to leave right away?”

“Right.”

“The civilians who are not assassins…”

“I won’t let them get involved.”

“Fine, give me a minute.”

The Great Medium seemed to want to say more, but in the end, she simply shook her head and opened a rift to Perunaya.

It was easy to get there because it was in the northernmost part of the island.

Taht.

They arrived in Perunaya in no time.

Frey looked around and narrowed his eyes.

‘Divine power.’

Frey was able to distinguish the divine power.

What he was feeling now was Ananta’s power. It was a strangely dark energy that seemed to seep into the skin.

It felt like being blown around by an uncomfortably hot wind. This was a place where sea breeze blew constantly, but it didn’t feel fresh.

Crunch.

Without hesitation, he walked towards a shaded back alley.

Before long, the noise of the port faded together with the unique smell of the sea.

Then, Frey stopped walking.

He looked into the shadows and said.

“I didn’t think you’d come to me directly.”

A man appeared in the dark.

It was Jenta, the man he’d seen in the past.

He wasn’t wearing a mask this time, and he was instead revealing the bare face he’d seen back at the Demigods’ meeting.

Jenta spoke in an arrogant voice.

“There’s no reason to run away. This is an opportunity to finish you with my own hands.”

“You brought many hands to accomplish this goal.”

Jenta frowned.

His subordinates who were surrounding them had been noticed.

“Did you come even though you knew? Ha. You’re out of your mind.”

“I came…”

Frey’s voice was cold.

“Because you guys are nothing to me.”