Chapter 15 Fear of Death

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"What's wrong? I can't cast magic!"

Leon stared at his hands in disbelief. His prized magic was now useless. What was going on?

At that moment, Leon suddenly heard footsteps beside him. He turned his head and saw the old man slowly walking over, with the two knights beside him, their longswords already pointed at him.

Seeing Leon's puzzled expression, the old man said smugly, "Kid, I knew you could use incantationless magic, so this is a special gift I made for you. How about it! Aren't you touched..."

"You're so incredibly touching!"

I didn't see the old man make any unnecessary movements, except just now...

Suddenly, she remembered the incantation he had just recited, which she had never heard before. Was it some kind of mental magic that rendered her magic unusable?

"I never expected that old fox to be so cunning!"

Mental magic can indeed disrupt the magic of others; this was something Sylvie had told me a long time ago, yet I was careless at this crucial moment.

"Little friend, we told you to leave just now, but you insisted on meddling and thinking you were so clever!" Before I could react, the two knights raised their longswords and slashed straight at me...

"Wait! Am I going to die?"

"ha……"

A single word suddenly filled my mind: "Death!"

Am I going to die here? I could only feel myself sweating profusely...

Is it fear? Or terror?

What am I afraid of? Am I afraid of dying?

Where will I go if I die this time?

Reincarnation again?

No, no, no? This time it must be real death! Will I go to heaven or hell?

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Suddenly, a string of incantations that Leon had never heard before rang in his ears. Two gusts of wind swept past his ears, accompanied by the sound of metal breaking. I didn't know what it was, but I felt something warm splash onto my face.

Immediately afterwards, something fell to the ground with a muffled groan!

"Huh..."

I hesitated for a while before my vision blurred slightly. What was that on the ground? What was that?

Upon closer inspection, they were horrifying to see two mangled corpses...

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Two large gashes were ripped open in his chest, and blood gushed out continuously. Broken weapons were scattered all over the ground. Everything happened so suddenly that Leon felt as if his breath had stopped.

"Um……"

The smell of blood kept stimulating Leon's senses, and a strong urge to vomit suddenly spread throughout his body. I quickly covered my mouth and dry-heaved twice, but I couldn't vomit anything at all. Instead, I felt my stomach churning.

"Ah... Duke Croggs, you... how could you be here... you're not..." The old man was afraid of something, and he staggered as he tried to turn around and run away, but he fell to the ground in a panic.

I vaguely remember hearing him mention the word "Kroger"!

"Krogers"

Upon hearing that word, I quickly looked behind me, and sure enough, it was him!

Lord Krogh

I almost screamed with delight!

"Leon! Are you alright?"

Following behind Croggs was a woman in a gorgeous dress. Her beautiful face and long golden hair made her look stunning, but her eyes were cold and she had an expression that kept people at arm's length. She was none other than Croggs's wife, Winona Croggs.

"Leon, well done! Leave the rest to me," Krogus said with a smile, patting Leon's head.

The strange nausea had disappeared. I looked at Croggs, and the feeling was indescribable, like someone suddenly appearing in the desert, almost dying of thirst, and offering me a bottle of water.

"Winona..."

She dispatched the old man almost instantly. I had heard that Lady Croggs was a King-level mage, and her ability to deal with the old man so elegantly showed that she had a wealth of combat experience.

"So, it really is because I lack combat experience? No."

I know very well that I failed miserably, and this is only one of the reasons, just an excuse I made for myself!

It was my first life-or-death battle, but I underestimated it. If Kroger hadn't appeared in time, I probably would be dead by now.

die?

Is this a world of swords and magic?

What will happen if I die again...?

I don't think I've ever thought about this before. Maybe if I die this time, I'll really be dead?

But I don't want to die! I love this world, and I love someone, Sylvie! Mother…

Who knows, maybe in the future I'll meet someone I can cherish for a lifetime, get married, have children, and eventually grow old together...

Thinking back to that near-death moment, a chill ran down my spine...

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It was already past midnight when they returned to the Duke's residence.

Faith Hill was seriously injured, which prevented her from arriving in time. She seemed very apologetic about it and knelt outside Croggs's room for an entire night.

Although Krogh didn't blame her, I think she felt guilty. But what kind of people were they who could injure a Sword King-level expert like Fisshill like that?

Later I learned that the person who started the kidnapping was actually Ilotti's former tutor, the old man, who was supposedly chased away by Ilotti.

After him, Krogos found a child like me to be his tutor. This seven-year-old could already use magic without chanting. Perhaps he was resentful and wanted revenge on Krogos!

No wonder he only made his move now. It seems he made a lot of preparations to deal with me and Faith Hill, and even chose to strike when the Croggs were not around. He is truly a cunning old fox.

After the kidnapping incident, Iloti still didn't ask me to teach her magic. Instead, she became more interested in swordsmanship, probably because she felt she had dragged Fisshill down in that battle.

Although I'm quite disappointed about this, Ilotti isn't as irritable with me as before, and the scene of her chasing me all over the house has stopped.

But the look in his eyes was still one of gritted teeth...

I didn't think much of it. After going through that experience, she seemed to have grown a lot. Although she could be said to have been completely defeated, she had learned a lot from it.

"It's finally over."

If I can get through the next few days peacefully, I can go home. It's not that I hate this place, it's just that I've been away from home for more than a year and I do miss my parents, and of course, Sylvie.

"I'll be home soon... What's Sylvie doing...?"

I was in a very good mood. I took out the necklace that Sylvie had given me. For a whole year, I had really missed her. I wished I could pounce on her right now and grab a handful of her breasts...