Genius Warlock

>“Why…? It’s honestly embarrassing to say this, but the competition here became too fierce.”

“Competition?”

“As I said before, there are a lot of warlocks in Landa, and that’s why they fight with each other every day.
A lot of warlock organizations form and disappear every day.
It was that intense.
So I was worried and I left to build up my own strength?”

“I see.”

“Do you think I’m a coward?”

“No, I think you are smart.”

“That’s right…thank you.
Let’s stop, we’re here.”

Joseph stopped abruptly and said.

The place Joseph stopped was in front of a fenced building, which looked like a building that used to be a hospital.

“Andrew is here.”

“……it looks like a closed hospital, is it still in operation, Master?”

“Half right, half wrong.
The building being closed is right, but someone else is running it.
Come on, follow me.”

Oliver followed Joseph through the side door behind the fence.

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“It’s not that way, it’s this way.”

Joseph called Oliver, who was on the way to the hospital.

“But the hospital is over there…?”

“The hospital is closed.
The actual operating place is the warehouse over here.”

Joseph pointed to the large warehouse at the back of the hospital.

Oliver followed Joseph there, and next to the warehouse was a large door leading to the basement.

“Is Sir.
Andrew treated here?”

“Yeah, It’s a little funny, right? A warlock treating people in a hospital.”

“Yes…….”

CREAAAK———

As Joseph opened the heavy basement door, the sound of echoes could be heard from everywhere.

Oliver went in first, then Joseph followed him, and there was no light, it was dark everywhere.

At that moment, Joseph snapped his hand and the torch hanging on the wall got lit up.

“…Isn’t it fascinating.….
Master”

“….what?”

“You said you were going to heal Sir.
Andrew with black magic.
I thought it would be impossible to heal with black magic because Master said that it would be difficult.”

“Ha…was that fascinating.?”

“Yes.
I thought that all Warlock organizations were similar to us.”

“Well, it is true that there are many who are similar to us.
However, the realm of Warlock is wide and deep, and the warlock shows different professions depending on their inclinations and talents.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

Oliver and Joseph continued to talk as they walked down the hall.

“Actually, in terms of economic efficiency, it is best to make pilgarets or nutritional supplements using Life-force.
The profit is high and the risk is surprisingly low.”

“Is there a risk?”

“Yes, there are risks.
From the government’s point of view, we are people who shouldn’t be left alone since we use other people’s emotions and Life-force to make products.
First of all, what we do is illegal.
To them, we’re subjects that are to be tracked down and eradicated… But, they don’t try to corner us completely.”

“Why?”

“There are many reasons, but if I were to pick the main one, they are consumers.
Because the aftereffects and addiction of Pilgarets are incomparable to that of cigarettes.
Even though the nutritional supplements are made from other people’s Life-force, they are life-saving drugs for the Rich… So, on the surface, they do formal monitoring, but they have no intention of eradicating us.”

“I see…” 

Oliver was intrigued by the unexpected remark.

Initially, he didn’t think pilgerets or nutritional supplements would be illegal, and he was surprised to know that the surveillance was done only in name despite knowing it’s illegal.

The history of the world was as interesting as black magic. 

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As Oliver walked, hearing the story from Joseph, he saw skeletons scattered across the hallway. 

It was rotten and had dark red flesh on the outside.

“And wherever you go, there are people with unique personalities.
There are people who are far from efficiency, safety, and rationality.
They don’t just make drugs or nutritional supplements, they also work in other industries.”

“ Can you tell me more about it, Master?”

Oliver asked as he looked at the growing number of skeletons.

“Well, first of all, there are people who were able to heal people like the warlocks here.
There are also people who use Life-force for manipulation and creating diseases based on black magic.
Surprisingly, there are also many high-ranking customers for these types of people.
That makes them more profitable, and in some cases safer than us.”

“Is there any other type of Warlocks, Master?”

Beyond a pile of skulls came a pile of half-corrupted corpses.
It seemed that some time had passed, and the corpses were infested with maggots.

“There are people who like fighting and live as mercenaries and solvers.
If you have the skills, you can have a good income and safety, and you can also develop your skills quickly.
No matter what, practical classes will always be the best.”

“I see….”

“Come on, turn right here.”

At Joseph’s words, Oliver went to the right of the hallway. 

As he went further, he found a large room.

There were quite a few corpses piled up around the room, the brown and dry blood was scattered all over the walls, floors, and ceilings proving that they were all murdered here.

But the most striking thing was the altar opposite to the door.

Three rectangles and nine circles were carved on the altar that was stained with red blood.

“Is there any other type, Master?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are there any warlocks who have taken a different profession other than medicine or mercenary?”

“…there are some who make religions.”

“Religion?”

“Yes.”

Oliver asked as he approached the altar.

“I’m sorry, Master.
Can you explain it more in detail?”

“Creating a religion for a Demon, worshiping that demon and offering tribute to that Demon… Unlike the previous examples, it is a very difficult and also a very dangerous profession.”

“If it is difficult and dangerous, why are they doing that, Master?”

Oliver asked, checking the body lying on the altar.

The body was horribly dismembered.

“The more dangerous a fruit is, the sweeter it is.
The Demons are evil but at the same time they also give great blessings.”

Oliver looked at the body lying on the Altar… 

No, Oliver looked at the corpse of Andrew lying on the Altar and asked.

“Is that why you killed him, Master?”