To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor
Chapter 114: Unraveling The Dark Conspiracy (1)

Ray canceled the wyvern’s magic, saving the surrounding buildings from damage.

Yet, fear filled many onlookers.

The wyvern and two other monsters were immense; their mere movements could sweep people away.

As the wyvern’s Fear abated, the mercenaries regained their mobility and focused on Ray’s group.

Despite their faces hidden under hoods, it was evident they possessed the power to dominate the wyvern.

Among them were the four mercenaries who earlier introduced themselves as the Bilrocl Mercenary Group at the tavern.

They hesitated before acknowledging Ray’s group.

“You three… we met at the tavern today, right?”

“Oh, you’re from the Bilrocl Mercenary Group? What a coincidence to meet again!”

Iriel greeted them, her smile bright.

But the pleasantries masked a critical situation.

Leaving the wyvern and monsters unattended risked severe consequences.

With Ray and Aira there, they could manage, yet Iriel, as a Saint, felt compelled to monitor the dangerous situation.

The monsters’ presence in the town suggested the kingdom’s forces would soon arrive.

Their mission was to subdue the creatures and hand them over to the arriving authorities.

Thus, they needed to subdue the monsters to manage the situation smoothly.

Iriel produced a blade of sacred energy from her hand.

“Let’s resolve this quickly. It would be unfair to have our rare vacation interrupted like this.”

Ray chuckled at her words.

They were, indeed, on an impromptu vacation and intended to enjoy it.

Following his thoughts, Ray’s mana surged.

Mana converged around his hand, crafting a fiery weapon – a Fireball, Ray’s signature magic.

While Ray gave special lectures on magic at the Academy, Selonia Castle was the scene of a necromancer’s interrogation.

It felt more like torture than interrogation.

Representatives from the Lesian Empire, the Beibon Kingdom, and the Glaymen Kingdom were present at the scene.

They needed to collect precise information to relay to their respective nations.

As the 4th circle mages began to freeze the necromancer’s blood, he experienced unbearable pain.

Clad in a brown robe, the necromancer clenched his teeth against the excruciating agony.

“Urrrrgh!”

His teeth chattered as his blood slowly turned to ice, and the blood seeping from his gums was coated with frost.

However, just before the brink of death, the torture would pause momentarily.

This cycle continued throughout the day.

The necromancer felt a wave of nausea.

He thought death would be preferable to such torture.

These people didn’t fully understand the physiological repercussions of freezing blood. If Ray had seen this, he would have been horrified.

Frozen blood causes vessels to rupture, muscles to contract, and bones to gradually twist and break.

The necromancer felt the acute pain of muscle separation and bone fractures.

“Still not talking… Such resilience. Is it because he’s a dark mage accustomed to pain?”

Geiman of the Beibon Kingdom shook his head, observing the necromancer’s endurance through a day of torture without uttering a word.

The sight was distressing even for those watching, let alone for the victim.

Finally, the necromancer opened his tightly closed mouth.

With Ray’s counteraction of the wyvern’s spells, the nearby buildings remained undamaged. Nevertheless, the spectacle filled many with fear.

Despite the tremors wracking his body, the necromancer’s eyes burned with venom.

“Heal!”

On Duke Harold’s order, the clerics nearby quickly channeled holy energy into the necromancer.

“Whooosh -”

A significant surge of holy energy flowed into the necromancer, mending his injuries. His body returned to a state as though it had never been tortured.

The relentless cycle of torture and healing persisted, yet the necromancer kept his silence.

Clein, unable to bear it any longer, shouted,

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In a flash, he drew his sword and thrust it into the necromancer’s thigh.

“Aaaargh!”

The old man’s scream reverberated through the dungeon, blood dripping from the sword’s edge.

Despite the agony, the necromancer shook his head.

‘Our grand plan must not be revealed so easily. Heh heh heh…’

The plan had faltered due to the Saint but was still advancing steadily. He recalled the bug that had crawled and formed words in his cell—an act of black magic.

The words were clear:

“Destroy the Holy Kingdom.”

As planned, they aimed to start with the downfall of the Holy Kingdom.

Not privy to the details but confident in the plan’s thorough preparation, he kept silent. His long-anticipated dream was within reach!

The nobles sighed, their hopes of making him talk waning.

No matter the torture, they suspected he would remain mute.

Seeing no progress, Philia, the commander of magical forces from the Glaymen Kingdom, stepped forward.

“We have no choice. I’ll use mental magic.”

Upon her announcement, the nobles nodded in agreement.

They were left with no alternative but to place their trust in mental magic in such circumstances.

Selena, the prodigious youngest 6th circle mage from the Lesian Empire, joined her.

Together, the 5th circle master and the 6th circle mage began drawing a magical circle around the necromancer.

The old man scoffed at their efforts with a mocking laugh.

“Do you think your petty magic can work on me?”

His taunts did nothing to deter them as they persisted in drawing the circle.

Once the mana was gathered and the circle was activated, the nobles marveled at its swift completion.

“I never imagined the magic circle could be completed so quickly…”

“Truly, they are mages of the 5th and 6th circles.”

Had they witnessed Aira’s capabilities, they would have been utterly astounded.

The task took the two magicians over thirty minutes to finish the circle, yet Aira could have drawn a higher-grade circle with just a few hand gestures.

She could even manifest a teleportation gate with a circle drawn in thin air.

Upon completing the circle, they began chanting toward the necromancer.

“May we glimpse into the depths of your mind! Mind Reading!”

“Mind Reading!”

The necromancer simply laughed at their overlaid magic.

“Haha… Useless.”

With a burst, the mana surrounding the necromancer dispersed instantly.

This left not only the sorceresses but also the nobles gaping.

The necromancer, head bowed, looked at them and sneered.

“I don’t know where you found such a novice 6th circle mage… The magic is too crude. If you want magic to work, bring someone like the Saint, huh? Hahaha.”

Selena and Philia blushed with shame at the necromancer’s mockery.

Bringing the Saint? Impossible.

They couldn’t summon him with their power alone, and he was currently at the Academy.

Even if summoned, it would take time, and by then, others would have returned to their nations.

The best solution, as the necromancer suggested, would be to bring the Saint.

Mind magic that didn’t affect the necromancer might be devastating if used by the Saint.

The necromancer had a plan: if the Saint left the Academy, it would be defenseless.

Then, they could turn the area into chaos while waiting for the Saint’s arrival.

‘The guy who can control monsters could easily do it. The rest, we manipulate through the Merchant Union to weaken the Holy Kingdom’s economy. Just like that, the kingdom will crumble. Hahaha…’

Destroying a nation isn’t difficult.

Just nudging a cornerstone of a balanced entity can cause the nation to waver.

What if that cornerstone is completely shattered? The unstable nation will inevitably collapse.

Then came news the necromancer found pleasing.

Director Eclair of the Holy Kingdom’s court announced the Saint’s imminent arrival.

The necromancer listened with a mix of excitement and fear.

He recalled the Saint single-handedly annihilating an undead army and canceling his magic.

However, he was unaware of recent events, having been confined to the dungeon since his transfer.

He was ignorant of the suppression of rebellious forces, the massacre of monsters, and even the Saint slaying a true dragon.

Had he known, he would not have entertained the thought of summoning the Saint.

But in his ignorance, he viewed it as an opportunity.

Perhaps they could join forces to kill the Saint.

Little did he know how futile that dream was.

Translation:

Episode 114: Unraveling the Dark Conspiracy (1)

The necromancer simply laughed at the overlaid magic.

“Haha… Useless.”

With a burst, the mana surrounding the necromancer dispersed instantly.

This left the sorceresses and the nobles gaping.

The necromancer, with his head bowed, looked at them and sneered,

“I don’t know where you found such a novice 6th circle mage… The magic is too crude. If you want magic that works, bring someone like the Saint, huh? Hahaha.”

Selena and Philia blushed with shame at the necromancer’s mockery.

Bringing in the Saint? Impossible.

They couldn’t summon him with their power alone, and he was currently at the Academy.

Even if summoned, it would take time, and by then, others would have returned to their nations.

The best solution, as the necromancer had suggested, was to bring in the Saint.

Mind magic that didn’t affect the necromancer could be devastating if used by the Saint.

The necromancer had a plan: if the Saint were to leave the Academy, it would be defenseless.

Then, they could plunge the area into chaos while waiting for the Saint’s arrival.

‘The guy who can control monsters could easily do it. The rest, we can manipulate through the Merchant Union to weaken the Holy Kingdom’s economy. Just like that, the kingdom will crumble. Hahaha…’

Destroying a nation isn’t difficult.

Merely nudging a cornerstone of a balanced entity can cause the nation to waver.

What if that cornerstone were completely shattered? The unstable nation would inevitably collapse.

News arrived that the necromancer found pleasing.

Director Ecklay of the Holy Kingdom’s court declared the Saint’s impending visit.

The necromancer listened with a blend of excitement and dread.

He remembered the Saint obliterating an undead army and negating his spells single-handedly.

Yet, he was oblivious to recent happenings, confined to the dungeon since his transfer.

He remained unaware of the quelled rebellions, the monster massacres, and the Saint’s slaying of a true dragon.

If he had known, he would have dismissed the notion of summoning the Saint.

But his ignorance made him see it as a chance.

Maybe they could ally to assassinate the Saint.

Little did he know how hopeless that dream was.

“…Euclid is impressive in her own way,” Zik said, eyeing her with disapproval.

Euclid, without any hint of emotion, replied to Zik,

“You flatter me. However, if anyone deserves recognition, it’s Zik, the youngest Swordmaster.”

Her words dripped with sarcasm, yet Zik found himself without a comeback.

Especially since she was knitting garments for the child she hoped to have with Ray.

Heeding the Saint’s call for unity, they all resided at Zik’s estate.

Zik and the Guardians were taken aback upon learning of Euclid’s domestic pursuits.

She took pleasure in knitting for her anticipated child with Ray!

But the true matter laid elsewhere.

The issue was that she was creating these garments for her yet-to-be-conceived child with Ray!

If Ray had been aware, he would have regarded Euclid with eyes wide with horror.

Soyeong exhaled, “Euclid, if the Saint were to see this… I mean…”

“He’d be very pleased.”

“Exactly, very pleased… Wait, what?”

Soyeong gazed at Euclid as if she had lost her senses.

Euclid stated serenely,

“The Saint is quite shy. He might not express it, but he would be delighted.”

Soyeong was speechless, and Hongyeong was just as flabbergasted.

“Was he truly such a timid person?”

“No, no! That’s not logical!” exclaimed Soyeong, glaring at Hongyeong.

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