For You This World I'll Destroy

Oedellian Shadow (2)

Hilfheim Mine City, October 1654.

The night greeted me with cold caress. Every pile of leaves I stepped on made me realize autumn had come. Fire flowers dancing with a puff of smoke, rising from the mining town waiting for me.

“Before the year changes, we hope you can complete your task,” said Lyra in accompanied by Luna.

“Well, as long as you guys send me that ‘asisten’ immediately, I can work quickly,”.

Without bowing respectfully, the two Homunculus disappeared in the dark of the night. It occurred to me, right too, that a month had already passed. Now I'm not pretending to be Eclair. I am a Daemon armed with a lantern. With doubtful steps, I entered the unfamiliar city.

The smell of oil mixed with a strong iron greeted me. The sound of mining stone heaters was heard all over the corner of the city. From the row of factories that were smoking, came out a train full of colorful crystals. The crystal was Magicite, the most expensive commodity of the mining town of Hilfheim.

“Quick motion! You guys are Daemon Centaur, kok catapult very hell!” shouted a fat master, whipping a herd of half-horse humans in front of him.

As my eyes looked, I saw a flock of Daemons being chained by their human masters. The gentlemen whipped Daemons, leading them to enter the mine. The bodies of the slaves were full of wounds and thin from extreme hunger. Their eyes were filled with deep despair.

Those daemons were the true victims of war. They were taken from their native land to be brought to this mining town and became mine slaves. They worked day and night mining Magicite, only to fatten the pockets of their despotic masters.

As a magic alchemist, I know how dangerous it is to mine Magicite.  Before processing, Magicite produces toxic superadical radiation. When a human and a Daemon were exposed to that radiation, their body temperature would rise slowly. If lucky they will die instantly, but often they will go berserk and hurt the people around them.

BRAKK!!

“GraaaakkhHH!!!” shouted an elephant Daemon, rebelling the charioteers who were trying to control it. With its strong trunk, the Daemon was ravaging the mine carts and surrounding buildings.

Quickly, the Kinje soldiers aimed their rifles at the Elephant and fired. DOR'S! DOR'S! DOR'S! In three precise shots hit the head, the Daemon fell and died.

“Haduh, how is this. There's been a lot of theft going on, now that the animal broke my money machine? Heyah!! If Queen Noctis finds out there is this kind of chaos, it could die me,” complained an official who immediately shouted at his men, “Hey, you! Take care of the body. And where's the slave supply I ordered yesterday, huh?!”

“M-Sorry, Mr Oedellia! He said there was a landslide that ambushed the new caravan. M-They said, most of the slaves escaped!”

Suddenly the official grabbed the tiu man's hair and yelled at him right in the ear, “HAAA?! What did you say? Escape?! Gini yeah, I don't care about that shit of yours, which I know, next week I want all those babus to come to this town. Otherwise, you and your entire family are replacing them!”

I extinguished my lantern and mingled with the crowd. As much as possible I avoided the glance of the brunette man and left. What would a husband do if he met his wife's killer?

Wonder me. So this is the real face of the man who framed me first. Professor Oedellia. Just like Qrista, she was also a rotten witch who danced on the suffering of others. Worth it, the salary as a teacher would not be able to make him able to buy a relic from the past.

But who am I to judge Prof. The oedellia? I have also done many acts of dishonor. Even I am now trying to break the taboo and trying to resurrect someone.

Half-running, I entered a narrow path between two large cages. The darkness of the night made me crash into the black-robed figure and fall.

“M-sorry, I accidentally,” said I immediately stood up, but instead of getting angry, the black-robed figure actually ran.

I bent my eyebrows in wonder, did I give it all that much to make it run away ? But, looking at my hand as I wanted to prevent that figure, I realized that my spatial ring was missing.

“Hahahahaha! H-how could, a veteran adventurer like me, be robbed?” my laughter rumbles.

I also realized how important my problem is right now. Because in that spatial ring, not only was my entire treasure there but Prince Axel's body as well. If the black-robed figure tampers with my ring and finds the Prince there, the magic contract will kill me!

“Hey!! Restore my ring!” I shouted who then carried the thief's spear and chased after him.

Ripping through the wind, through the roof after the roof, we both played cat-slinging in the city of babus. Wonder me, how fast that figure runs? Physically, no human can beat my speed. The figure was a Daemon with nimble legs.

Suddenly at the intersection of the alley, a spear swung at me. My reflex caught the spear and swung the culprit to the wall. But when I wanted to hit her stomach, the Daemon swiftly crouched down and kicked my leg and knocked me down. Deftly, the dark figure wasted no opportunity and immediately sat on me, complete with daggers kissing my neck.

“T-Wait, you..the devil that night!”

Appearing slowly from the shadow of the daemon, I burned the illusion that he had and said, “Devil, forgive my impoliteness Dame, but may I ask when we have met?” my many.

The moment the Daemon turned its body, a sword I had broken right before its eyes.

“My ring or your life, Dame,” I asked politely.

Snarling annoyed, the Daemon also loosened his pocket. Suddenly he threw the contents of his pocket in front of my eyes. A glass vial that I reflexively slashed. But noticing the sharp smell of the liquid in the vial, my eyes opened wide. That liquid is Judgelight.

The light blinded my eyes. Denging controls my ears. Apparently, the Daemon took advantage of the situation and immediately fled like the wind. But he underestimated me too much. If he tried to escape me, he should have used a stinging smell bomb that killed my sense of smell.

Really, of all the places I visited, Hilfheim gave me a “the warmest” welcome.

After getting the scent of Daemon, I followed him. Surprisingly, the Daemon took a detour, avoiding the Kinje soldiers who were patrolling. I think besides stealing from me, the daemon did it to other human masters until he became a fugitive. But his ability to escape may also.

Out of the city wall, the Daemon entered into a cave hidden in the forest. The thick aroma of metal and magicite kissed from the mouth of the cave. Hmm, I guess, there are about a hundred kilograms of Magicite or other metals inside. Secretly, I slipped behind the darkness and noticed the Daemon.

Relieved, the Daemon sighed and opened the hood of his robe. For a moment he noticed my spatial ring and smiled, saying,

“I don't think you can find a treasure like this in Hiflheim. Lucky for you,” said he who immediately sucked the entire Magicite in my ring, “Thus, my transaction with Danius will be easier.”

“You mean Danius the dark merchant?” my many.

Shocked the Daemon to the point of jumping back. He lit a torch and illuminated me. He growled furiously, showing off his blunt fangs.

"W-You, why are you here?!" his yell.

"To return this thing," I said, throwing the spear back at its master.

The Daemon girl was short like a human with brown skin and a weak muscular structure. It has short, imperfect ferret ears, the same color as its brown hair tied to a ponytail. But just like the ferret Daemon, he had a beautiful face.

The thief was a ferret Daemon with a human. Taboos that produce beings with weak physiques and unable to use magic.

“Gini loh, the grunts of a real Daemon,” said I who gritted my jaw and instantly showed my true form to the Daemon girl. After being satisfied to see his fearful gaze, I returned to my human form.

The Daemon girl gaped at me, “K-You are not m-human? T-T-but, you can use magic!”

“Emang can't ya?” I said casually looking at the map of the city of Hilfheim that lay in the corner of the cave. The map details depict the mine path and Magicite's not-yet-deleted pulse. A red cross that tarnished several mine sites revealed the identity of the Daemon girl.

He's the thief Professor Oe meant.

“A-Do you want to kill me?” ask the girl.

I stroked my chin, “Hmm, you look quite delicious,” I said half-jokingly. In fact, ever since I devoured Qrista, the smell of blood teased my instincts. Let alone blood when the girl had a very sweet scent.

“Take it easy. I have abstained from eating humans and Daemons, let alone a mixture of both,” I said frankly.

“B-Means first, you ever?”

I did not answer and went back to inspect the cave. Some sleeping bags in the cave showed he wasn't working alone. The array of equipment and weapons made me suspect that this theft was an organized crime. The question is, who is the madman who dares to finance those who dare to steal from Mutter?

Danius's? Hmm, it makes sense. You see, I remember Danius once said he joined the Black Company for his own purposes. Of course such a figure cannot be controlled.

The girl unsheathed her spear to me, “Daemon who can pretend to be human, even though her true form is a terrible monster. The only race that can use magic despite being weak and having a high tendency of cannibalism," he said, walking backwards wanting to escape, but I immediately prevented it by growing dark roots in the mouth of the cave.

“You are Daemon Malaakh, children of Goddess Nyghtingale!” said the girl.

“Terus?” I asked who sat across the legs in front of the girl.

“You've forgotten everything you did to me?!” yelled the girl.

“What do you mean? Isn't this our first meeting?” my many.

Fires of rage emerged from the tip of his spear. Her magic circuit shimmered red along with her hair that was blazing like fire.

“The magic... Ifrit Rage, right? One of the destructive magic that exchanges the magician's Mana for increased power. Araraa... You can also use magic tuh. but why was it still shocked to see me?” I just hung my chin.

“This is all because of your fault!” shouted the girl with tears flowing from her eyes, “If you don't inject your blood into my body that night, my life won't change like this!”

... blood injection? Those words reminded me of the night two years ago. Her brown hair was very similar to that of the woman, as were her red eyes which were a reflection of the man. A peranakan born from a taboo violated by a Professor and the High Witch of Kinje.

I also remembered. She was my first patient, Quina Oedellia.