The Possessor Mistook the Genre for 20 Years

28 – The Social Hall of Destruction (4)

The situation had escalated beyond serious to a terrible level.

Now, it was really overwhelming to the point of not knowing what to do.

‘What should I really do about this?’

Even if he racked his brain and worried, he didn’t know if he could find a solution, let alone having the luxury to worry.

Franz decided to move, whether it turned out well or not.

It was better to struggle than to watch blankly.

“Arian, if you go to the basement of the social hall, Justia will be there. Help her out.”

“What? The saintess…? But how do I get to the basement…?”

“I’ll send you now.”

Franz used magic on Arian.

A magic circle was drawn beneath her feet, and soon after, the light flickered and her form disappeared.

This should be fine for the underground.

Although Arian mainly does paperwork as a secretary, it doesn’t mean her status as a magician is diminished.

The fact that there was no particular comment among the magicians when she was hired as a secretary was proof of that.

Mediocre people can’t even sit in the secretary’s seat.

Anyway.

‘Now I have to do something about this situation…’

Franz’s eyes alternated between the two.

It was then.

“As expected, the hero’s power is amazing. To endure after drinking the blood of the demon tribe. A monster beyond the category of humans.”

Duke Ishtar sneered at Yuna.

Franz was startled by his actions.

Even at a glance, Yuna’s extreme anger could be felt, and he couldn’t understand what Duke Ishtar was thinking by provoking her.

‘Everyone has a plausible plan. Until they get hit.’ This was a situation that fit that saying perfectly.

“Ishtar…”

A low voice flowed from Yuna’s mouth.

But the anger contained within it was unimaginably immense.

Boom-!

As Yuna took a step forward, the air exploded and all the windows of the social hall shattered outward.

“You… deceived me…”

Yuna slowly raised her head and looked at Duke Ishtar.

At that moment, Franz felt goosebumps all over his body.

Yuna’s current appearance was like a murderous intent molded into human form, causing his body to react involuntarily.

But Duke Ishtar was still arrogant.

“You still can’t control your emotions. That’s why you get deceived.”

Snap-.

As Duke Ishtar snapped his fingers, a huge red magic circle began to be drawn on the floor of the social hall.

At the same time, the color of the candles hanging on the walls changed from red to blue.

‘Is it a sealing spell?’

A sealing spell.

It was the conclusion Franz reached after deciphering the magic circle in an instant.

But it wasn’t an ordinary spell.

The basic framework and structure were identical to those that sealed the Demon King.

Only the shapes and characters were altered to seal the hero’s power instead of the demonic energy.

This wasn’t something just anyone could do.

It was a feat achievable only by outstanding archmages, and even among them, only a select few.

Even then, one person’s mana was far from sufficient; it required the combined efforts of many.

‘Could it be that the cult was for this purpose?’

After all, living beings inherently harbor mana within them.

Having drunk the blood of demons, their mana had surged, making them perfect sacrifices.

In the end, all of this was orchestrated to capture Yuna.

Clang-!

As the magic circle was completed, chains shot up from the ground and wrapped around Yuna’s body.

“Ishutar…!”

Yuna struggled desperately, but her body was gradually pulled closer to the ground.

Eventually, Yuna fell to the ground, bound by chains.

“Without the hero’s power, she’s just a little girl.”

The Duke of Ishutar’s arrogant attitude now made sense.

He had hidden such a trick, no wonder he was so confident.

Franz, who had been watching the entire situation from a distance, fell into thought for a moment.

‘If I save Yuna….’

Once the seal is broken, the outcome is clear: Yuna’s overwhelming victory.

Even a single punch would obliterate the Duke of Ishutar without a trace.

Then what?

Could the world handle her wrath?

When she was part of the hero’s party, she was incredibly reliable, but as an enemy, Yuna would be terrifying.

In modern terms, it would be like having Mike Tyson, who had been your bodyguard, suddenly turn on you.

‘I need time right now.’

Justia is in the process of restoring Yuna’s family to their original state.

It just takes a long time.

As long as she confirms that her family is alive and well, Yuna will surely return to her original state too.

Of course, Duke Ishtar will disappear from the world, but that’s only fair, so there’s no problem.

Once that conclusion is reached, the task is simple.

‘Protect Yuna without breaking the seal.’

Franz teleported between Yuna and Duke Ishtar.

Duke Ishtar slowly nodded.

“I see. You didn’t drink the wine either.”

“No reason to. It looked suspicious at a glance.”

“As expected, you’re smart. To be honest, I want to cooperate with you. How about it? It’s an opportunity to take over the whole world together.”

Franz furrowed his brow, pretending to ponder his thoughts.

Then he carefully extended his middle finger and showed it to him.

“Do you know what this is?”

“What is that?”

Unfortunately, it wasn’t a common insult in this world, but,

“Screw you, you cultist b*stard.”

Instead, it felt refreshing.

By the way, where the hell had this guy been hiding until now?

At this rate, we should call it the Five Heavenly Kings instead of the Four Heavenly Kings.

The problem is that one of those Five Heavenly Kings is human.

“In the end, you chose that path. Unfortunately, if you’re an enemy, I have no choice but to kill you.”

“What, are you planning to kill the hero party and become the new Demon King?”

“I’m just moving for the sake of the Demon God, but that’s an interesting approach.”

Duke Ishtar still exuded confidence.

‘What the hell.’

Franz couldn’t understand him at all.

Seeing him so relaxed, it seemed like he was hiding something, but other than absorbing the mana of the nobles, there didn’t seem to be any other tricks.

Maybe it’s because he hasn’t broken the hero’s seal.

If only the hero wasn’t there, he could win everything-, something like that.

‘I am a 10-circle Archmage myself…’

While it was acknowledged that Duke Ishtar’s skills were exceptional, it was absolutely not the case that he couldn’t be defeated.

If he wanted to, he could make him disappear without a trace right here and now.

In fact, it was Franz’s actions up until now that were the problem.

Many people had requested to see the miracle of a 10-circle magic, but he had never shown it even once.

But it wasn’t because Franz didn’t want to.

10-circle magic was a spell that barely used mana and life force to the limit.

Even at that time, if the saintess hadn’t performed a miracle, he would have died on the spot.

There was no way he could show such magic just because people asked for it.

It wasn’t that it felt like he was going to die, he would actually die.

Franz didn’t know, but there were subtle rumors going around behind his back.

They said his skills were all a bluff.

It was a rumor spread by the old men who were jealous of Franz becoming the master of the magic tower.

For reference, the last magic Franz used in front of people was a 6-circle spell.

All other spells were learned through adventures with the hero party.

So Franz was just suspicious of everything around him.

He wondered if Duke Ishtar was plotting something.

As a cultist, it was quite possible.

“It’s a pity. Then, farewell.”

A magic circle began to be drawn at Duke Ishtar’s fingertips.

Magic and mana intertwined, drawing a red line, and shapes and characters were completed.

The shapes and characters were intricately arranged to form a single magic circle.

Such magic circles were stacked layer upon layer, enhancing the level of magic.

What was completed was an 8-circle magic.

An 8-circle was a level that ranked among the top even in the magic tower.

His skills were certainly worthy of recognition.

‘I can decipher it…’

Because of the thickly entwined magic, it took time to dispel it.

The magic would probably be fired before it could be dispelled.

Even in battles with the Demon King, he couldn’t use anti-magic for this reason.

But even so, there was no problem.

After all, anti-magic was just one of many types of magic.

Snap-.

As Franz snapped his fingers, dozens of magic circles began to form simultaneously.

In contrast to his ominous red magic circle, it was a brilliantly shining blue magic circle.

Duke Ishtar’s face was filled with astonishment upon seeing it.

“I heard the mage of the hero’s party was a burden! But what is that power of yours?!”

“Who said that?”

“Didn’t you say so yourself!! I was there too!!”

“You said the hero did everything alone. Did I say I was a burden?”

How could one interpret those words in such a way?

Even if one is great, how many people would openly boast about it?

As the saying goes, the more the rice plant matures, the more it bows its head.

The more accomplished a person is, the more they hide their achievements and praise the good points of others.

So, well.

“Just be a seal shuttle.”

Thanks to that, I bought some time.