eling my enemies.

Instead, I was seated in a waiting worship chair.

Robe 2 sat down next to me, clapping me on the shoulder.

“Haha, Brother Oberyn.
You mustn’t forget me after today’s grace.”

He pretended to be close to ‘Oberyn’ and didn’t recognize that I wasn’t Oberyn, but he kept touching my arm and shoulder in a friendly way.

“Yes, haha, of course.”

See, you can’t tell the difference between voices.
Either Oberyn sounds like me or the guy in front of me is a demon.
If it’s neither… I don’t know.
I don’t want to think about it anymore.

Robe 2 kept whispering to me and grabbing my arm somewhere, as if to keep me from doing anything else.

As I nervously rolled my eyes, someone in a colorful robe stepped up to the podium.

And with that, a rap-like prayer began.

“Come, let us pray.”

Robe 2’s chuckling subordinate appeared in the background of the deafening prayer.

It was bad luck.

As the prayer progressed, my collarbone heated up.
This was no ordinary prayer.

At first glance, it was just praising the god Badel and asking for peace for all, but it was clear that the order of the words, the length of time they were spat out, and the posture and positioning of the prayers were all part of a formula.

I just wanted to get out and run cold water over my collarbone.

‘Isn’t this going to burn me?’

I asked with an expression.

“Alas, Badel will defeat our enemies and save us!”

The one standing on the podium unclasped his hands and stretched his arms upward.
And everyone mimicked the pose.

For a moment, the magic in the auditorium surged and I drew on my magic just in time.

That was my second mistake.

The magic that had risen like a tidal wave within me crashed against the powerful magi.
The spell failed to materialize, leaving only the pain of my organs being squeezed.

“Ugh!”

My groan was drowned out by the frenzied heat.

Cold sweat soaked my shirt.

I followed the robes’ lead and clasped my trembling hands together.


I glanced to the side and saw Robe 2, head slightly bowed, praying fervently.

It hurt so much.

It was best to grit my teeth to avoid giving away my heavy breathing.

A hasty evacuation to the bathroom as soon as the afternoon prayers were over didn’t make things any better.
What the hell is this in the middle of enemy territory….

I slowly reached down and lifted my robe.

I could see flesh through the sweaty shirt.
My companion’s mark was glowing faintly.
Fortunately, there was no blood, no signs of crushed skin.

Couldn’t they have warned me in a less painful way? Later, if I went near the Demon Castle, I’d be burning up.

For a moment, I compared ‘a lifetime of being a fugitive’ to ‘catching a demon with the pain of having your skin crushed by your pharynx.’

“Mr.
Ha, I can’t ask you to join me.”

The warrior will cry.
With that pretty face.

And I can’t be lazy.

I couldn’t hide in the bathroom stall forever.
I had a feeling that if I didn’t return for a long time, Robe 2 would come looking for me.

My magic was out of control and my skin ached.
A single bead of sweat made my hair stand on end.

“Huu, huu.”

I had never been taught theoretically how to control my magic because it had always come naturally to me.
As a child, when the dean nagged him, he would just throw a tantrum and go outside to play.

‘Why can’t I control my magic? I never did that.’

I remembered the dean’s face as he looked at me in confusion and I felt sorry for myself.

“Hah, ha ha.”

The bathroom was at the end of the church, so it was a good thing no one was there.
There was no sound of people outside.

I felt so helpless now that the magic I normally used like breathing was sealed.
I was a normal person, reincarnated in a fantasy novel.

I couldn’t even open the subspace.
There’s a communication orb in there and I can contact them even if I don’t have access to magic.

Smart.

“Brother Oberyn, are you here?”

Damn, he’s here.

“Oh, yeah.
What can I do for you?”

“The hour of grace is approaching.”

“Oh….
I’m really sick to my stomach, can you hold on a second?”

“Oh….
I’ll see if I can slow it down.”


“…Thank you.”

I’ll just switch to someone else.

There were a lot of people out there.

Trudge, trudge, trudge….

I listened to the footsteps receding, biting my fingers impatiently to draw blood.

With no theory of controlling magic, no way to escape at a time like this, there was only one thing to try.
Go primitive.
The basics were always the most reliable.
If you don’t have teeth, you have gums.

I squatted on the bathroom floor and drew a magic circle.

Ah! I can’t control my magic.
I’m out of magic.
We’ll see!

I wrote down the formula for opening, the formula for closing, and the coordinates of my subspace.

I had to bite my finger again and again for the blood that kept flowing.

Magi’s fishy stench mingled with the blood in the bathroom.
I wrinkled my nose at the foul smell.

By the time my fingers were numb, the spell was complete.

I’m drawing a magic circle that I would have drawn when I was nine years old.
A wave of emptiness washed over me.

“2-10-03, Room 27, Silent Hale.”

Since it was the Tower that developed subspace magic and since it was the Tower that gave newly minted second-ranked mages the coordinates for their subspace, the subspace warren contained the mage’s personal information.
In numerical order, the numbers represented the school, master, disciple, and dormitory number and I thought of my previous life and realized that the numbers were just like my class number.

I liked Muyeongchang.
I don’t think of college or tower.

A hole as black as the size of a round magic pearl drawn with blood was created.
Even though it was the entrance of the subspace called out with evil and kang, the boundaries were loose and incomplete.

I quickly reached in and found the communication orb.

Knock knock knock! knock knock!

“Brother, what’s wrong?”

Robe 2 shouted from the doorway.

Keung keung keung, keung keung keung keung keung keung.

The sniffing sounded strangely loud.
I wondered if he had his nose in the doorway.

“Oh, no! Let’s get out now!”

I knocked over the bucket of water next to me.

Chuaak-

The blood washed away, and the subspace entrance disappeared.

I tucked the communication orb deep inside my robes, ready to strike when I was alone again.

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