The Demon Queen's Disciple
Chapter 32 - Distance

After receiving a powerful attack from Ironclad, Lucius could only stand in silence. His whole life seemed to be in his head.

From the time he was a child, until the first time he met Carmilla.

As if....

This will be the end of his life.

'How, Lucius? Now do you understand why I forbid you to rely on demonic magic?' carmilla asked in such a happy tone.

Right now, time seemed to be going so slowly for Lucius. Even one second felt like a few minutes to him.

Allows her to understand and answer Carmilla's questions so quickly.

"Yes, I understand."

What does he understand?

It is a fact that even demonic magic would not be able to shorten the distance between Lucius and Ironclad so far away.

If likened, use demonic magic to face Ironclad....

Just like using a wooden ladder to cross a large valley.

No matter how many stairs Lucius gathered, everything would just fall into that bottomless invisible abyss.

Slowly, Lucius began to release his grip on the broken sword. Then he put his hand on his chest.

Without Lucius noticing, he began to grit his teeth in annoyance.

This was the second time Lucius had felt this way.

A feeling filled with despair.

'Klaa!!!'

In the distance, Ironclad is seen throwing his greatsword to the ground while clenching both hands.

He stood with his two fists forward, ready to continue the fight.

"Buck! Don't tell me, even after I throw away my gun you still can't fight me?" ironclad asked with a wide smile on his face.

'Whispering.'

"Ironclad, I think that's enough" Sera said as she pulled her bow. Prepare to direct it to his partner himself.

An attempt to stop Ironclad's attack on Lucius.

'Whispering....'

"Don't disturb the duel between men. Take it easy, before something bad happens, I'll stop it." Drakon said proudly.

He was seen hitting his chest several times with the black iron glove.

'Whispering!'

"Yes-yah.... As long as I'm alive, I think I can cure him?" lyra said while tightly grasping her magic wand.

Visible greenish light began to appear filling the crystal at the end of his wand.

But....

..."BERBIIIIIIK!!!"...

Lucius' loud screams left the entire Ironclad group speechless.

The look in their eyes were all fixed on Lucius' figure.

The figure of a boy who was not even 17 years old, now looks like a monster ready to hunt its prey.

Starting from the look of his eyes that are so sharp, his breathing is so fast and heavy, and his position is ready to fight at any time.

"Well.... Huh.... Huh.... Everything was.... Everyone's talented except me? Whyyy?! Whyyy?! Not just the nobles in the academy, but in the middle of the forest like this as well?! Me in the meantime?! Whyyy?! WHY?!!!" shouts Lucius loudly.

Ironclad who heard and saw Lucius' attitude began to lower his guard. In his heart there was a hint of guilt for attacking the boy.

'Sreeett!'

Immediately after lowering both of his arms, Ironclad intended to apologize.

"Aaah, sorry. I didn't mean to...."

'BRAAAAAAAAAABKKK!!!'

Without a second chance to react, Lucius's punch struck right in Ironclad's chest.

"Kkuughhhh!!!"

'BLAAARR!!! BRAAAKKK!!!'

His punch quickly threw Ironclad's body tens of meters away. Crashed and destroyed some of the trees that passed through it.

Looking at the scene, the three Ironclad colleagues looked so shocked. Even Sera started lowering her bow. Removing his intention to attack Ironclad itself.

"What the fuck is that?!" ask Lyra to panic.

Sure oes. Anyone who saw Lucius' slender body would not have expected him to have that much power.

But for melee fighters like Drakon, he can see the truth.

"Magic, huh?" Drakon.

In the distance, Ironclad is seen starting to rise from piles of wood and leaves. His body appeared to be quite badly injured, but there were no fatal injuries that put his life at risk.

Because that's....

"Combatahaha!!! The boy! What the fuck just now?! I've guessed that you're not an ordinary person because you can fight a group of wolves alone! But I didn't expect it to go this far!" shouted Ironclad while laughing complacently.

The current situation is very different from everything Lucius has ever experienced.

Even when fighting the Trolls a while ago, Lucius knew that he would definitely win if he used demonic magic.

But these?

If Lucius intended to use demonic magic against Ironclad, his hand would be cut off just before his magic was activated.

Or worse, his head might have been crushed by a quick strike from Ironclad.

'Not only is he strong, but he is also fast. Far beyond you. At a time like that, what happened?' carmilla asked in such a happy tone.

Even without a physical form, Lucius seemed to be able to see the smiling figure of Carmilla while saying things just now.

Even so, his two eyes still continued to be glued to the figure of Ironclad in the distance. Not one bit missed the moves made by him.

'That's right. Then, what to do? Is the Mana you have no longer useful?' asked Carmilla once again, now in a tone that sounded happier.

Lucius paused for a moment while clenching his right hand before replying.

"Changes the physical body with momentary force."

^^^'Even if it hurts?'^^^

"Even if my body is destroyed."

^^^'Why?'^^^

"Because I want to stay alive."

^^^'Although only for a few moments?''^^^

"Although only for one second."

Hearing the whole answer from Lucius, Carmilla smiled in satisfaction. Seeing that the person he chose, in the end had understood what he should do.

To face this cruel world....

To face those who are endowed by the heavens....

And to face destiny though....

All he had to do was one.

To keep risking their lives every second.

With just that, his completely untalented self could have little chance against those endowed by the heavens.

^^'Good job, Lucius. You graduated.''^^^

'Swuuuuussshh!!! Blaar!!!'

Ironclad can be seen jumping very strongly, pounding the ground around it to a crumble.

His only goal was to attack the boy before him.

"Yahoooooo!!!" shouted Ironclad as he aimed his punch right at Lucius' face.

Instead of dodging, Lucius intends to face Ironclad in his own game.

Quickly, Lucius also raised a fist with his right hand. But the target was a blow from Ironclad itself.

...'BLAAAAAAAAAARR!!!'...

The two punches facing each other gave off a very strong blow. The wind began to blow away whatever was around him.

Even the logs scattered around began to fall away from the two men.

Lyra is seen sprightly in making a shield that protects not only herself, but also Sera and Drakon.

Even so, the three of them still could not believe what he saw.

The Ironclad figure they knew was not a weakling. It could even be called as one of the strongest people in this city if it put aside the nobles.

And that kind of Ironclad figure, now desperate just because of a boy?

'Braaaaaa!!! Sruuuuuugg!!!'

Not long after, the collision between the two finally stopped.

Lyra was the last to see their figure behind that dust fog.

It was clearly the figure of a man walking towards her while carrying a boy with both hands.

"Crazy boy. Lyra, take care of the wound." Ironclad said with a light laugh. He placed Lucius' badly wounded body on the ground slowly.

On the entire body looks a wound that resembles an incision, where the blood continues to flow quite rapidly.

The worst was in his right hand.

At this moment, Lucius' right hand was shattered. His whole bone is broken. All his muscles are torn. And his skin looks blackened.

From the boy's body, all that remained was a breath that sounded as if he had stood before the abyss of death.

"As I thought. This boy used magic to strengthen his own body." Drakon said after seeing the wounds on Lucius' body.

While Lyra was busy using healing magic, Sera asked curiously.

"That's bad? Don't we do it often? Look, I usually use wind magic to speed up my steps and...."

Before finishing his words, Ironclad shook his head.

"This is very different from what we used to do. Looking at his injuries, this was almost similar to the magic possessed by the Dragonewt race.

A magic to force the muscles to work 2 to 3 times what they should for a while. But instead, his body would suffer quite severe damage once the magic was complete." Ironclad explained as he put on a worried face.

From the beginning, he had no intention of killing Lucius. He just wants to fight with a strong opponent.

But now, look at what happened after that....

"Although that's the case, aren't they usually going to die some time after this magic effect is completed?" ask Drakon curiously.

"You're right. The worst were not injuries to the movement muscles, but their own hearts. Because it's.... This brat...."

No one noticed it.

That what Lucius used, is not a magic to strengthen the body for a while.

It is a pure form of magic itself.

An ability created by the demon race, thousands of years before the magic possessed by the Dragonewt race was born.

Overflows.

An art in which the demons flowed their far too many Mana all over their bodies. It directly improves their physical abilities without any limitations or side effects.

Although it sounds simple, but its use is much more complicated. That is why many other races try to imitate this ability.

The Dragonewt race.

That was why, the wounds all over Lucius' body were not a side effect of magic.

But a sign that his physique is still not able to handle the Mana that is flowed as much and as fast.