A few weeks passed and for some unknown reason, the vilgers started givireats, gifts, and even respect.

  At first, I thought there was some sort of holiday going on in the vilge however, aire week passed with receiving fruits aables every day finally drove me to ask someone for the reason.

  Their answer however caught me off guard.

  “You have saved our vilge from the Boogeyman! Every week, at least 2 or more would vanish from the vilge only to be found iskirts—dead and mangled.” It only took me a single sed to realize that the vilger was talking about the vampire I killed a few weeks ago.

  Prompting the man to expin more, he happily tinued.

  “A few weeks ago, we noticed a dark shadow entering Old Rad’s farmhouse. We khat he would be the arget of the Boogeyman along with his adopted kids. But for some reason, he and the children lived. Ever sihen, the Boogeyman never appeared again. We asked old man Rad about it aold us about you, a mystical sorcerer hailing from the nd of sorcerers!”

  “You, who vanquished the Boogeyman with his magical spells and rid of the filth that has been terrorizing our vilge!” After the man finished, he grabbed his basket filled with fruits from the ground and pushed it into my arms before running off to God knows where.

  That old man, what has he been feeding these vilgers with? I should’ve told him not to spread the word about the event.

  Still, hearing the man’s expnation and how the vampire has been terrorizing a vilge, filled me with a sense of satisfa and fulfillment.

  It wouldn’t be a lie to say that the man’s words just gave me more than enough reason to build the Masters of the Mystic Arts in this world.

  Humans ’t protect themselves no matter even if God created the Sacred Gears for them. Humans need protectors and I’ll be happy to fill in.

  I got back to the house a up with Rad, whom I scolded for spreading the word about me.

  His expnation, however, was that he got drunk from the tavern—the exact same pce where I met God—and actally spilled some information about me and what I did.

  Thankfully, he was still sane enough to refer to me as a sorcerer instead of a devil, or else I would find myself with hundreds of vilgers carrying forks and knives.

  He also didn’t say anything about me pulling little Tam from the dead.

  Suffice to say, Grandpa Rad just simply left with a few sps on the wrist. I also made sure to tell him not to wander iavern et anywhere near alcohol for a while.

  His reaakes it look as if he’d prefer more than a sp on the wrist thaing him avoid alcohol that he loved very much.

  Oher hand, Tam’s older sister, Belle assumed the role of treating my personal needs. Not the kind you’re thinking of but more like a housemaid.

  Every day, I would wake up to see her cooking breakfast for me, Tam, and Grandpa Rad, then, she’d also wash my clothes and robes. Sometimes she would go out to buy some necessary needs around the farmhouse.

  Although I appreciate what she was doing however, I don’t like taking advantage of a young dy of her age, so I told her about it and iold me that she insisted on doing those things, as she felt like having a purpose in life instead of being a burden.

  Well, what more I say? So I decided to leave her be and do what she wao do.

  The day, I was busy teag little Tam about the proper way to guide his Demoniergy inside him when suddenly, I heard a kno the door.

  fused as Grandpa Rad was supposed to be away from the vilge as he was settling in some business deals ing his horse ranch. So the one on the door shouldn’t be him.

  Wary, I used my magical sense on the person outside and sighed in relief after realizing it was just a normal human.

  Opening the door, I was greeted with the sight of an old man wearing what seemed to be casual robes and garments. His kind smile radiated.

  “May I help you?” I smiled back of course. It would be rude not to do so.

  “Good m, great sorcerer, as the Chief of this vilge, I believe it is only right for me to give you my gratitude and a few s for yreat deed of eliminating the vilge’s boogeyman.”

  Ah shit, here we go again.

  “Chief, it’s not like I don’t want yifts, in fact, I’m grateful for them but you see, I’ve been receiving too many gifts and don’t you think it's already enough?” Although my words sounded a bit rude, the vilge Chief simply ughed in reply.

  “Ah, I see what the esteemed sorcerer is talking about but please allow me to expin first. The gifts I was giving you are vastly different from fruits aables. I am you a portion of the vilge’s nd…”

  Ain’t that ve? Here I was w where will I get enough cash to buy a nd aablish the world’s first Sanctum San but with God’s will, he gave me the opportunity and it would be rude of me to refuse it right? So I didn’t hesitate to ask the vilge Chief.

  “Where?”

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  When someone says the word big, how big do you think it is?

  Well, let me go first. So big!

  After following the vilge Chief aing the urge to grab the old man and fly because of how slow he walks with his e, we finally arrived at the outskirts of the vilge.

  Not totally an outskirts sihe nd was just behind the vilge Chief’s home. The only reason I call it the outskirts is because of how wide the nd he gave me is, almost going past beyond the vilge’s boundaries.

  If I were to measure it, I’d say it is as rge as a football stadium.

  “Hey, are you sure yiving this all to me? It’s a bit big, don’t you think?” My lips quivered as the old man shrugged his shoulders and said.

  “Well, there’s actually a reason why this nd remained unused and untouched by even the vilge nearby.” My ears perked up at his words, I could smell something supernatural about this ‘reason’.

  As if sensing my i, the vilge Chief tinued.

  “There was a rumor spreading around that wandering ihis forest will make you feel like someone is watg you. Some people even said that if you stayed long enough, you’ll notice the trees moving, grasses reag the height of a human and even the howling of wolves be heard. Sihen, no one was brave enough to venture inside whether alone or not.” His words left me staring at the forest with a hint of excitement.

  Who wouldn't be, this sounds like something that came out of a fantasy novel.

  “So the reason you decided to give this nd to me is because you thought as a sorcerer, I might know something about it?” I turned my head to the Chief and asked, watg as he shifted and squirmed unfortably under my gaze.

  “W-Well, I-I didn’t want to offend the esteemed sorcerer, if you want, I could offer you another one, without th-”

  “Are you kidding me? Why would I need another ohis one’s perfee!” My answer seemed to have caught the chief off guard.

  Sighing in relief, the chief wiped off his sweat.

  He probably thought I was mad about it. I wouldn’t bme him, not every day you get to meet a sorcerer and you have no idea what the said sorcerer thinks all the time.

  “R-Really? I-I thought you were… never mind that. Anyways, I’ll be happy to give you this entire portion of nd and even reend you to my men, they’re good at building homes, actually, they’re the ones who built all the structures in the vilge.” I smell pride emanating from him.

  Right, I guess stru panies do during this time yet. Should I sider making ohere are so many opportuo own and lead several industries in this world.

  I should think about it once I’m settled in.

  After bidding farewell to the old Chief, who will hahe ‘paperworks’ or whatever for officially givihis nd.

  As for me, I opened a portal back to the farmhouse and told little Tam to tinue practig trolling his Demoniergy befoing back.

  With no more problems behind me, I excitedly ventured forward aered the forest.

  The forest itself looks pretty much a normal fet except that the aura around feels a bit lively and more naturish.

  It’s a bit hard to expin but ihe forest, the trees and grasses feel more alive and greenish as if nature itself inated in this pce.

  True to the rumors that the Chief told me earlier, I could feel several stares on me, yes, several stares, not just one.

  I tried using my magical senses however I sensed nothing unusual except for the abundanagical energy around this pce.

  Now that itself is the weird one. How a forest in the middle of nowhere have su abundanagical energy?

  Unless it was made with purpose!

  As if proving my words once I got deep enough into the forest, I felt the magical energy move. Wary, I heightened my senses and noticed that it was directed towards the trees and grasses themselves.

  In front of my eyes, I saw the trees move, their truending forward, leaves enrging.

  The same goes for the grasses, they also extended and slithered around like snakes.

  However, despite seeing all this, I stayed calm. Why?

  With the help of my magical senses, I could tell that these things were mere illusions, so I stood still and watched in amusement as the trees and grasses tried to attack me but passed through instead.

  “rick. How about ing out now, whoever you are.” I chuckled and yelled, knowing that whoever was doing this, knew where I was.

  Exactly as I finished my words, the illusion shattered, returning the forest to what it looked like before.

  At the same time, my senses picked up a few presence approag my location.

  Quickly fixing my appearance by spitting on my hands and using them to push my hair back, I tugged my robe a few times to remove the small wrinkles.

  I cleared my throat just in time as five figures finally arrived, standing in front of me with wary stances.

  Their slender arms hold what seem to be bows with nocked arrows.

  Okay, they see me as a threat despite fixing my appearance, great.

  “I mean you no harm, dies and…dies?” Huh, now that I stare at them one by one, all of them are a bunch of dies.

  Their faces are covered in simple wooden masks, c everythjng except for their long hair that cascades past their shoulders along with their…ears?

  Hold on, why are their ears pointy?

  “Devil! What is your business here in our forest? State your iions or we’ll shoot you with our holy imbued arrows!” My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a woman with long green hair, almost as green as the grasses around the forest.

  True to her words, I could feel a chill down my spine upon sensing the holy energy radiating from the tip of their arrows.

  Great, it looks like I just delivered my ass to death.

  “Calm down, dies. Yes, I am a devil but not the devil you’re thinking. I’m not a bad devil.” I then raised my hand to prove I was harmless.

  However, silensued as soon as I finished my words.

  Goddammit, what kind of a devil says that he’s not bad? It’s like seeing a devil praying in a church with a Bible.

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  [ Chapter: Ch. 29 - Norse Elves?]