Chapter 3 (2/2)

“Go and get me some alcohol. As hard as possible.”

“Sorry? You want to drink alcohol?”

Asked the servant with his eyes wide open.

“Yes.”

“You just woke up, and to drink alcohol, it isn’t good for…”

“When I tell you to bring it, you bring it, what is the deal with you!”

As Saymon shouted, the servant took a few steps back and moved away, after a while, he rushed back with some strong wine.

Saymon took hold of the wine bottle and moved to the terrace which had a wide view.

It almost seemed like he would go crazy at a certain moment if he wouldn’t get himself drunk.

‘It is definitely good to be revived instead of being dead, but why did it have to be the descendant of Rakan?!’

Sighing heavily, Saymon tried to open the cork on the wine bottle.

No matter how hard he tried to twist it, the cork just didn’t bounce off.

The body he had was so lacking.

“Do you want me to open it?”

“There’s no need.”

Human beings were both wise and ignorant.

After taking help from the servant to fulfill his desire, Saymon drank the bottle of wine.

‘Sh*t, sh*t, the descendant of the warrior is so powerless.’

Saymon quickly ended his grumbling.

It was because he felt a strange wave in the body which was supposed to be the body of the descendant of the warrior Rakan.

‘This, is this because of the dark magic curse?’

The wave seemed to be thin as a thread and the presence of it in the body was very blurry, the existence of it was definite.

But Saymon, a 9 circle warlock, could easily detect it.

Although the dark circle disappeared, only the engravement on the soul was intact.

‘It isn’t detectable, but a quite tough and dangerous curse. Is that why the descendants of Rakan fell down like pins?’

According to the genealogy study he did in the library, Rakan passed away at the age of 33, and his descendants didn’t live long enough too.

Although Rakan was the Sword Emperor, the descendants weren’t even able to climb until the title of Sword Master, and they often suffered from sickness or a series of unfortunate accidents.

‘Don’t tell me, was it because of me?’

He recalled the curse which he had placed on Rakan before his death.

Warlocks, white wizards or the great wizards usually have a strong spiritual presence. Because of that, the curse at the time of death could have been completed.

‘No, the dark circle was broken at that time. And what kind of curse was that?’

Although he had succeeded in forming the magic circle, it was just designed in a manner where Rakan would have lifelong nightmares.

Moreover, Saymon wasn’t able to understand how the dark magic even associated with the curse he placed. No, he never learned them in the first place.

The reason mainly because they were techniques that would corrupt the human soul.

‘Was it the doing of another warlock?’

The warlocks that Rakan killed weren’t just one or two.

Among the killed ones, there was the Darkness Magic Tower who followed Saymon and the others who pretended to be the servants of the Devil King and tried to take down the world.

Maybe they were the ones who cursed Rakan.

‘I do understand it… but, why is everything so twisted?!’

Crack!

Frustrated, Saymon threw the half-full wine bottle.

Even if he was revived as the descendent of Rakan, he was weak and on top of that, he was cursed!

He wasn’t able to even figure out how he was supposed to lead a life in the future.

Should he just live as a Luke de Rakan?

“Huuu, damn that Rakan guy…”

Saymon, who sighed, just left.

He decided to think about what he was supposed to do after a good night’s rest.