I Returned as an FFF-Class Witch Doctor

Episode 241

“Hmm— Hmm Hmm…”

The man hummed a song.

The place where he was sitting was in the middle of a battlefield that was as wide as a playground.

A man wearing a white robe and an antique staff with a wing symbol resting on one side of his chin crosses his arms.

In addition, in front of such a man’s eyes, a crystal ball the size of a palm was floating motionless, and King Arthur was giggling alone while watching the video streaming from the crystal ball.

Ruwella’s fortress descends in a cup shape (∩) in the order of lord’s castle—inner castle—outer castle—castle gate using the sheer mountain range as a folding screen.

And the building of the fort facing the deepest lord castle among the castles of Ruwella.

A turquoise-based insignia is hung on both sides of the Great Hall, and in the middle of it is a pattern of a bow and arrow, symbolizing the first time.

The throne of the Great War, where only the monarch could sit, and the hundreds of blood members lined up in front of it were a bonus.

This is where he resides, and the branch of the Emperor’s clan, which actually occupies Ruwella.

King Arthur was now alone on the throne.

“I thought it would take longer than I thought, but it turned out pretty well. It’s like unplaying, and the class you have…”

The battle was so quiet.

It made me wonder if he would be alone if it weren’t for the hundreds of blood members lined up in front of him.

However, King Arthur is obsessed with looking into the crystal ball floating in front of his eyes, regardless of the Great War covered in green robes.

In public, he always wore a bright smile and looked like an idol star, but on the contrary, now he has a somewhat foreign energy.

Even though I am alone in this wide battle, the indescribable tension stiffens the air.

King Arthur is absorbed in the crystal ball in an atmosphere where it would not be strange if someone’s head fell off right away.

Only Dildant beside him could guess that his eyes were full of strange enthusiasm.

“I couldn’t believe it, but I never thought that the elite units of Ambu and Druids, which I was proud of like the first time, would break through like this. Aside from the executioners and Imju, Mr. Torion doesn’t seem to be a bit sloppy. Are you suspicious? Still, I know you’re one of the best rankers among druids.”

“I will contact you separately.”

“No, I don’t think that is necessary. The original taste is medium rare. If Torion-san decides to live and die, I think it will be too overcooked. Actually that… Weird technique, right? The blood from the body is like a thorn! and pop out I wonder if Torion-san wouldn’t be able to do anything if he had used that technique beforehand.”

When King Arthur spoke with mixed gestures, Dildant lowered his head.

It was a voice full of excitement for not doing the job properly.

Haha, that’s because King Arthur didn’t even care about their duties at the moment.

Woong Kim, who hunts those who escaped Luwella, and the Druids of Torion, who have to defend the castle walls, were only a kind of sidekick.

In other words, it was like a light seasoning for a long-labored dish.

The crystal ball that King Arthur is currently looking at.

And a man illuminated by the crystal ball.

His muscular body, reminiscent of armor, is 185 cm tall and weighs a good 90 kg, and his appearance reminds us of a warrior in a primeval forest.

It was like covering the lower part of the body with something like a mat.

A wolf-headed helmet and a solid body without flab, tanned tanned skin and a strong bone skeleton.

Moreover, the man’s movements are so dazzling that it is not an exaggeration to say that they are miraculous, and his appearance has a raw feel that reminds us of that of a beast.

It was the same with the bizarre techniques unfolding in the hands.

Something more conspicuous than dodging from arrows and threats flying from all sides.

A physical bullet attack that lightly distorts even full-plate mail with a blood-red aura that flutters like incense.

Thus, dozens or even hundreds of spirit wolves fill the sky, and an army of black ghosts rushes like storm clouds.

The man illuminated by the crystal ball was none other than Damian.

“There is no doubt that it is a seed that is difficult to predict. It’s always interesting to see…”

Tak! widely!

King Arthur’s fingers beat regularly on the armrest of the seat of power.

And Dildant noticed King Arthur’s old habit and that he was completely immersed in his own thoughts.

His eyes are staring at the crystal ball without blinking for a second, but his gaze, which seems to glimpse madness at first glance, coexists with other consciousness.

It happened long before Ira Sung became Dildant, and at the same time, it was something he had been obsessed with for a long time.

It was a fanatical obsession for not taking any special stance on the outside.

“I’m sure I’ve seen it somewhere before.”

“Oh, could it be him then?”

“Damian… It’s Damian…” ”

I feel like we’ll meet at least once.”

As much as I was paying attention long before it started.

King Arthur never missed a man’s every move, and his interest went beyond the limit.

He must have remembered everything, including the defense of Aldeon Fortress and the trivial quarrels in the Hall of Might.

King Arthur was even thinking of getting rid of that streamer in reality when he heard the news that a member of the Great Emperor’s clan was destroyed by just one streamer.

However, it was unreasonable to say that there was simply protection from Wiz Enter Korea, as it was quietly passed over as if it hadn’t happened.

All he had to do was strengthen his internal discipline by turning Koharu, his bloodline, into a waste.

Since then and until now.

The emperor has been silent without taking any action, and has not released his usual stance or slaughter.

All of that had been done under the command of King Arthur.

Because the streamer was the man in the crystal ball and his name was Damian.

And the name Damian had a strong attraction enough to paralyze King Arthur’s reason.

Even he, who can achieve everything with just one word, becomes a white drawing paper in front of the name < Demian >.

“Mr. Dildant.”

“Yes, Bocchan.”

“Damian… how long will it take to get to the inner sanctuary?”

“At the current rate, it won’t take more than an hour.”

“Have you prepared anything?”

“As you commanded, it will proceed without a hitch.”

“It should be. Because today is the time to enjoy the long-awaited fine dining.”

At Dildant’s words, Yumin nodded.

As if he couldn’t stand it himself, he rarely showed a flushed expression.

The reason why the outcast named King Arthur made his way to this frontier branch.

The reason why he, who has no shortage of anything, puts his body into it so much.

To him, where everything was already possible in reality, the world of AC was the only world in which he felt alive.

In other words, it was said that he felt a stronger attachment to AC’s King Arthur than to Yumin in reality.

To such King Arthur, in fact, the appearance of the existence of Damian is not a very welcome thing.

However, King Arthur felt a strong sense of déjà vu and an unknown feeling at the same time as he watched Damian grow up frighteningly fast.

It was a kind of longing or awe.

I want to be like that or want to live that kind of life, so conventionally, I want to have that.

That awe is like a work of art that takes your eyes off the moment you see it, and at the same time it brings you a strong inspiration that captures your soul.

It’s like the innocent desire of a child who wants to get it completely in my hands and destroy it thoroughly at the same time.

Even if the blood alliance he established was pointed at and his prestige lost, he did not touch Damian or Marginseong in reality.

The emperor swallowed up Seven Stars and like the first time while remaining silent externally.

The fact that he planted false ambitions in the eldest son of the Seyton family, causing a dispute over the crescent moon cape and making it the stage for Damian.

And now, as soon as he gets his hands on Iron Guard, the best stage to thoroughly destroy him is set up like a dinner in front of King Arthur.

“Well, the order in front and back has changed a bit… but the world is small. right? The relationship between the great general Kim Chun-sam and that man is a brother-in-law. Besides, I have enough ties to connect with the Terra branch of the Adventurers Guild. How can you use your hands because you’re afraid of this?”

When King Arthur beckoned, the crystal ball floating in the air disappeared without even a mouse knowing.

It was the third eye, one of his search skills.

He knows that Damien’s live stream is being broadcasted in real time, but he doesn’t even need to watch it because he already knows what’s going on throughout Ruwella.

Also, the mobilization of blood-affiliated rangers like the first time, which amounted to about 100 people, was also close to an arrangement to accurately time the fine dining he enjoyed.

Everything was in the palm of his hand.

However, what is unexpected is that Damian is in a friendly relationship with the head of Iron Guard, and that he directly stepped here using the connections of the Terra branch.

It was implicitly mutually non-aggression with the Ruwella guild branch, so he didn’t take any action, but he never dreamed that he would establish contact with the Terra branch, which was so out of the blue.

Of course, that didn’t change anything.

“Now that I think about it— isn’t that really strange?”

“For what?”

“No, it is. The fact that I’m putting so much effort and effort into a person I don’t even know. Isn’t it funny?”

“We’re just following the Lord’s word.”

“Hmm… what are you doing?”

When Dildant moved, King Arthur smiled broadly.

Well, I didn’t ask these puppets to hear an answer.

These are just his limbs and tools that he can use whenever he wants.

It was a fact that they knew well, and because of that, Yumin had nothing to shy away from.

The charm of this world was that there was nothing more to stifle than reality.

That he could roast the human in front of him with just one gesture.

You don’t have to worry about killing one or two people right away.

Not having to treat the person in front of you as the same person was a natural thing in this world, and it was enough to charm King Arthur.

There is no reason to be bound by social promises and legal ethics.

To the extent that I don’t have to wear a mask called persona and there is no problem even if I exist as a complete me.

There were times when he felt more comfortable as a migrant, but King Arthur thought, “Isn’t life fun only when there are things I can’t do on my own?”

Catharsis!

Wouldn’t this unbearable sense of liberation that the main dish Damian would bring was the feeling he had longed for?

“Get ready. For the best dinner that will satisfy me.”

“Loyalty.”

Woo woo woo woo woo!

Soon, the Great War was enveloped in the light of a huge magic circle.

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