“I’m exhausted.”
Suimei laid down with his limbs spread out while chasing the blinking thunder disappear into the darkness with his eyes. He felt the sensation of hardness of the ground with his back as he catch his breath.
He really poured everything he had this time. He had to figure out how strong the mazokus were as well as whittle down their strength, but it might have been too adventurous to have killed any mazoku standing in the way. Especially the battle with Rajas and “abraq ad hav” at the end.
Rajas possessed surprising amount of strength, so his magic wasn’t as effective as he had hoped. In the end, he was almost forced to field the strongest trump card amongst the divine magic he could use.
But he no longer had mana left. This meant there was no possibility.
Suimei thought that as he looked at the sky where Rajas had disappeared off to.
“.... Was it just luck?”
Frankly, it was unexpected that holy magic was the most effective magic against the mazokus. From the conversation with Lefille, he wondered if they were related with an evil called “god of death”, but to think it was correct. It might have been obvious that darkness was weak to light or evil being was subservient to divine being, but for a magician like him, it was a blind spot.
He avoided the simple assumption that mazokus were evil beings and focused on the fact they were special magical beings of this world. That was why he began to realize it when he first came in contact with their uncomfortable aura and came to the conclusion in the forest. It was several hours after the first battle.
The mindset of a magician, whether it was logical or biological trap. It was because he tried to find a conventional weakness, he did not realize such a simple truth. It was strange in some sense.
But he was lucky that it was holy magic that was effective. If a magic that was effective against mazoku was one of the magics that was diluted in strength due to this world, it could have been a disadvantageous situation against Rajas.
Originating from Judea’s secret ritual, Kabbalah and to Gnosticism, Abra-Melin Abraham’s magic was used as anti-demonic and anti-undead magic in modern times. This divine secret was a re-arrangement of his magic, and due to the special attributes of the magic, it was only effective against certain types of evil.
If one wanted to utilize over a certain amount of power, it took time to summon a “Divine Guardian Angel” and entrust half the soul momentarily. But unlike magic that were less effective unless used on earth, such as astrology or needing earth’s object or geography, divine magic had no limitation to due to location.
The void that exists between outer realm and between each realm. The unadulterated and unsorted power that exists in the void― Etheric. And by materializing a divine guardian angel, which was a unique spirit that did not fall under any category of spirits from monad, there was no problem using the magic in this world as it was a technique utilizing a structured magic.
It was lucky that the magic he used with all his might was effective. Guess one could call it a luck that the absolute power of the magic he used was around Rajas’ strength.
But the power of the god of death was bestowed on the mazokus. If there was a mazoku that possessed greater strength and more power than Rajas, it wouldn’t end so easily.
“...... Nakshatra. Well, I don’t have any plans to get involved.”
The leader of them all, Demon King Nakshatra. That sorry mess of nuisance covered in veil, without even knowing if it was him or her, probably received even greater power from the god of death than Rajas. He didn’t plan to get involved with it, but there was a chance for encounter and there was a possibility that another Demon Chief would be stronger than Rajas.
There was a need to plan ahead just in case. Thinking ahead made his head throb in pain.
Lefille, who was beside Suimei who still breathed roughly and let out a sigh, spoke.
“Suimei. Thanks. I lived because you came.”
“It’s nothing. It’s kind of embarrassing to hear that after showing up late.”
Suimei admitted his true thought after hearing Lefille thank him. He could not deny that he was reluctant ever since he first faced against a mazoku. If he had resolved himself, he wouldn’t have been late either. And the rest was history.
“.... Are the others?”
“.... Yeah.”