21st Century Archmage

Translator: Lei

Proofreader: Imagine

“Arghh…” A gasp of pain escaped from the knight, whose legs were both cut deeply despite his armor.

Bang! He simply sank to the ground.

“Gah…”

“Hah, hah…”

He looked at me; eyes filled with horror, pain, and fear.

“Derval, lets go.”

“Yes… K-Kyre-nim.”

Derval limped along despite having his whole body covered in bruises.

‘So I should clean up starting from there.

Leader Pavess words to survive on my own whirled in my ears, as well his words that while this was a part of the empire, the empire doesnt care what goes on here.

A land of anarchy. That description seemed to suit this place very well.

‘Dammit….

My whole body was drenched with blood from the completely unexpected battle. One part of my chest felt all blocked up. The fight had been so vivid that I couldnt think of it as a dream.

I was finally able to experience the cold reality of this continent, the reality of having to raise your sword and fight in order to survive.

‘If you touch me… I will return the favor. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

I supported Derval and returned to the hangar.

The very first day at the Weyn Covert kicked off with a battle of life and death.

It occurred to me that this kind of thing would happen frequently from now on.

* * *

Crackle.

After returning to the hangar, a group of people appeared, grabbed the collapsed soldiers and knights, then fled.

As night fell, I gathered sticks and made a fire.

‘A glass of alcohol would be nice.

Even if I wasnt a murderer, the fact that I had sliced over ten peoples bodies with my sword alone was a shock.

“Im so sorry, Kyre-nim. Once again, because of me…” Derval made an apologetic expression.

“Derval… You are my comrade.”

“Kyre-nim….”

“Haha. But what to do? At this rate, well starve tonight, wont we?”

We had skipped lunch due to wanting to arrive at Weyn Covert as soon as possible, but now it looked like we would be missing dinner, too.

“I will go get something.”

“Its fine. You want to hit the bucket for good?”

Despite being called a “covert,” this place was almost indistinguishable from the mercenary world.

‘Is the guy named Lukence the big shot here?

One of the knights that fell to my sword had mentioned someone named “Lukence.” His followers had suffered, but up until now, there was no movement from him.

Thump, thump.

‘Have they come to end this? I thought, hearing calm footsteps coming our way.

Despite being a covert, Weyn Covert didnt have any magic lamps to speak of. Three figures approached us from within the darkness.