Magic Shop System

"Wh-what is this?" a guard screamed, before anyone could understand the situation the darkness devoured the sky. The stars vanished and the moon faded.

The campfire burning at the centre extinguished as if someone had poured water on it.

"What is happening?!" another guard asked. However, no one replied, as horror had muddled their senses.

In no time everything soaked in darkness, their own hands were hard to see. At this moment Oswyn rushed out of the tent and looked at the sky with wide eyes. Looking at the darkness his body shivered, fear appeared on his face for the first time.

"Third level spell!!" His body quivered, but then he said. "No, it is not an attacking spell, but a support type."

Oswyn peered in front of him and saw a shadow strolling at him out of the bushes. "Who are you?" he asked vigilantly.

"Heh? You dare to kidnap my wife but you still don't know who I am?" the man sneered.

"Yo-you are Magnus?" Oswyn asked with a blank face but then denied. "How is that possible?! Magnus is just a lowly elementary mage. You are definitely stronger than him!"

"They say ignorance is bliss, but for you? Ignorance will be the worst nightmare."

"Hmph, we will see!!" Oswyn said in annoyance. It was the second time someone had called him ignorant. A large fireball formed on his hand. Then it started to shrink, he was compressing it!

"Take this!" Oswyn shouted and threw the compressed fireball at Magnus. All the guards backed away in fear. No one wanted to entangle in the fight. 

At Oswyn's attack, Magnus snorted in disdain and lifted his arm. The darkness from everywhere started to gather. Not around him but around the fireball Oswyn had thrown at him.

Magnus lifted his hand and clutched it into a fist. Then shockingly, the ball shattered and extinguished before disappearing into nothingness.

Oswyn looked in front of him with mouth agape and found it hard to believe that his attack was nullified just like that. Though the spell seemed simple it was highly compressed. Not many [Second Level Mage] could take that attack head-on, but Magnus made it disappear like a wisp.

"Who are you!?" he lost his composure at last. How could an elementary mage do something Magnus just did? 

"Oh, I'm just a lowly elementary mage." He sneered at Oswyn. 

"Hmph," Oswyn grunted and unsheathed the sword. "If you don't want to speak, I will make you do."

"Magic Artifact?" Magnus squinted, looking at the shining weird with interest, but then shook his head. "Just a level two artefact and you are already acting in such a cocky manner as if it was a divine weapon."

"It is enough to take you down," scoffed Oswyn. However this time his voice was missing the confidence he had previously.

Who is he?

Is he really her husband?

Impossible! 

I have already checked everything about him, he is just an elementary mage!

Then who is this guy?

Oswyn thought about it for a moment and probed. "Friend, I suggest you not to make us your enemy. Not even the [Magic Association] would dare to utter a word in our king's presence. Our king is benevolent and he would definitely reward you if you help us. What do you say?"

"I say… your mother must have fucked a few brainless downgrades to birth a brainless pig like you." Magnus said.

"How dare you!!" Oswyn roared when he heard Magnus' word. His eyes turned red and without thinking, he slashed at Magnus with a sword.

Magnus eyed the sword that was covered in fire and before it could reach him, his body shattered into tens of bats. The attack landed on the ground and formed a huge crater but Magnus was nowhere to be seen.

"That was a nice attack. You tried to synchronise a spell with the sword, nice approach, alas…you are far away…"

While Oswyn was gazing at the empty space in front of him with a dumbstruck expression, a voice came from behind him.

Oswyn veered around and tumbled back in shock. At this moment his face was pale and slowly fear started to appear. "Yo-you are a Vampire!"

"Took you long enough," chuckled Magnus. He had just revealed the trademark ability of Vampires [Bat Sprinkle]. That's how Oswyn realised his identity.

Hearing him confirming his speculation, Oswyn tumbled backwards and fell on his butt with a horrified gaze. 

Vampire!

That was one of the most ruthless and powerful races on the [Eozen Continent]. Not many dared to confront them. Even his so-called king would not dare to fight them.

"Wh-what do you want?" he asked and continued to crawl towards the tent. Magnus saw his action but did not stop him.

When Oswyn reached the tent, he dashed inside and laughed uproariously. "Hmph, so what if you are a Vampire, loved by darkness itself…huh?"

Amidst shouting he stopped as if something had stuck in his throat. Then screamed. "Where is she?!"

"You are talking about me?" from not far away came a voice. When Oswyn turned around he found two women standing behind Magnus—Eddena and Salona—looking at him scornfully. 

He eyed at them with wide eyes and couldn't believe it. Not just a long ago he left Salona in the tent, shackled, but how… At this moment his gaze fell on another lady and he seemed to understand something.

Magnus already had enough of his nonsense. Before Oswyn could plead for mercy, Magnus clutched his throat in his hand and threw him in front of Salona like a chicken. "Do whatever you want." Magnus smiled at his wife.

Salon gazed at Oswyn on the ground, covered in dirt with a pale face and kicked his head hatefully. "You fucking dog. How dare you look at me with your ugly frog-like eyes in that manner? Did you think I failed to notice it? You damn pig!"

She cursed and kicked, cursed and kicked over and over again. All the guards shivered at the miserable sight in front of them.

"Kach~"

"Ahrghhhh!!!" 

She kicked in between his legs and an agonised shriek filled the entire clearance.

"Now you know you can't point this thing at anyone you want, humph!"

"..."

Even Magnus sweated profusely at the sight in front of him and clutched his legs reflexively—If Kadyn had seen this scene he would have been shocked. His gentle, caring mother had such a fierce side to her.