Chapter 107: Tension (1) (1/2)

Chapter 107. Tension (1)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

He had injured his knee, but Morga simply walked on calmly, leaving Haban behind. Even Genin had left him to follow Ishakan, and he sighed with resignation as the woman looked at him with adoration evident. Undoubtedly a very loyal subordinate.

Repeated use of sorcery only improved the sorcerer’s ability, much like a muscle used over and over again. Unfortunately, Morga’s practice to improve his abilities always took a toll on the Kurkans around him. He was never afraid to use them as guinea pigs for any high-level spells he wanted to practice.

Because of his reputation, other Kurkans gradually began to move away from him, so as to avoid becoming fodder for his experiments. Ishakan was the only one Morga could not cast spells on, so he had to act gentle in front of his King.

Thinking about this only made Haban angrier, and he pounded the ground. He had promised himself that he would be cautious with every move, and then fallen into Morga’s spell. He couldn’t help gritting his teeth in anger.

“Ah…” he growled.

Morga had cast a similar spell on Byun Gyeongbaek not long ago. The spell made Byun believe he had tripped and fallen because he was drunk, but it had allowed Haban to break the nobleman’s leg without causing any trouble. Morga had been away after that, attempting to locate Tomaris, and Haban hadn’t expected that they would meet again so soon. For now, he needed to reach the other Kurkans.

Suppressing the pain he felt, he got up and walked after them.

Humans were beginning to gather in the forest. They must have finished preparing for the hunt. He could see the fear in their eyes when the other Kurkans passed among them. But Haban paid no attention to them, nor did the others. Humans had always been fearful creatures. There was nothing special in this.

As soon as he caught up, Haban stopped beside Morga, frowning with distaste. Morga stared at the princess.

“Is she the one I have heard so much about?” he asked, appraising her.

“She is the Flower of Estia, but no words can live up to her beauty.”