If I Had To Say, I Would Say I Am A Evil Magician 74 (Patreon)

Not Realising

A burly man with a greatsword in his hand. He's twice the size of the bandits who attacked the other day, and he's also considerably equipped.

"If you don't want to die, leave your money behind"

"......"

When Asch looks beside him, the mature beauty was making a smile.

It's pretty much, unmistakably, a honey trap. No matter how you think about it, it's conveyed that she's in cahoots with that burly warrior.

"Fuu......it's dangerous for you. Take a step back"

However, he doesn't acknowledge it.

He doesn't acknowledge, the fact that he got deceived.

An unpopular Magician who strategises to somehow suavely tide over this situation and make that mature beauty fall for him if all goes well, he is.

"......looks like you very much want to die"

The warrior, he unsheathes his greatsword and readies it.

It's in the shade of the building here, and his own shadow can't form. Against an『Inept』, someone who can't use magic, using the shadow is the most effective, but he gives up on that in an instant. The tactic Asch is the most proficient at is, unleashing magic harassingly, from a distance, while running away.

However, it's uncool.

It is, unstylish.

Because of that factor, he had no choice but to naturally eliminate the effective tactic.

He has to repel this enemy, with a cool method, somehow.

Worse comes to worst; even if he lost here, it has to be cool somehow.

"For you to challenge me, you have guts"

He tried saying, but the other party shows no signs of wavering. He can deduce that he's decently skilled from the looks of that. In physical combat, he likely doesn't stand a chance. A pure Magician who has a negative athleticism, he is.

"......I guess that'll do"

＜＜Oh Darkness, A Sword, Of Demon, To My Arm＞ーーSword Of Villainy(Evil・Sword)

A jet-black light......one should probably say. Something manifested, covering Asch's arms and creeping like a snake. That, is as though it's alive. Like it symbolises a sinister omen.

"Kuh!?"

The warrior takes several steps, backwards.

"Kukuku......being surprised is, inevitable. Since it's such a high-level magic that, first of all, a nameless nobody can't lay eyes on"

Dark Magic is a double-edged sword. Learning it is constantly accompanied by danger; one must be prepared to have their soul devoured by a Demon, as well as submerge their body in absolute darkness. Hence, the number of people who practice it is limited. They're either prodigies, oddballs, or fools that are unafraid of death.

Asch＝Dahl, he's a Magician who's possessed all those traits simultaneously.

"Kuu......uoooooooooooh!"

The warrior resolves himself and commences his attack, swinging his greatsword. The slash was swift and had a force that'd even sever the bone, had it been an ordinary person.

However, in the next instant, the warrior was unconsciously asking.

"......you bastard, what, is that?"

The greatsword was, caught by the darkness that squirms on Asch's arm. And then, regardless of the warrior's will, it no longer moves even an inch.

"Aah......this is, my kind of a sword......I guess"

The Dark Magician, he smirks, slowly points and swings his arm at the warrior. At a speed that anybody could avoid.

The warrior instantly releases his greatsword, takes several more steps back, and observes the situation――

was how it should've been.

"U, uooooooh!"

Along with the warrior's bellow, both his arms fall onto the ground. The light of darkness that wrapped around Asch's arm, had changed its shape and robbed him of them.

"......did I get you to understand the difference in our strength?"

Gracefully, and then, with an overwhelming smug look, he glances at the mature beauty.

However, she was already not behind Asch.

"Reed! Hey, Reed, hang in there!?"

The mature beauty, who desperately tries to stop the bleeding of the warrior who lost both arms.

"......idiot, don't come out! You're gonna get killed"

"You're the one to say! Hey, I'm begging you! Anything but his life......take anything but this person's life! I planned it because I wanted money! I don't care what happens to me! So......so spare this person at least......"

"You moron! Hey, I'm pleading you! Don't take a woman's life! This fellow was against it! I forced it on her......as you can see. If you're going to kill, let it just be me!"

Flirting.

Lovey-dovey.

"......"

The Dark Magician, briefly, goes silent.

"......"

And then, from afar, Mira, who was hiding and looking at the situation, thinks.

'What, a clown(pierrot)'

・・・

After a brief moment, Asch turns his back to them and starts walking.

"Fuu......as I thought, romance is a great thing"

It was his final act of putting up a cool front.

However, it's not the time for that for the couple. They're in a panic, trying to stop the bleeding of the man's severed arms. An unexpected tragedy was unfolding.

Naturally, they weren't listening, to the narcissistic Magician's lines.

"......uu"

Asch's back, which Mira sends off, couldn't have been more of a, clown(pierrot).