Strongest Warlock - Wizard World Irregular

"You unfilial boy,” Agnes’ vision was already blurry due to the tears that pooled in her eyes after seeing her husband get hurt. “What took you so long?! They hurt your father!’

"I know,” replied the man, who was wearing a white mask that showed only half of his face.

He then pointed the tip of his wand toward his father and cast a spell.

"Magnam Sana.”

A green wisp of light flew from the tip of his wand towards Benjamin, making his body glow.

A moment later, the broken bones and damaged internal organs of the old man healed instantly.

"Y-You are!” the middle-aged man gasped in shock after recognizing the person wearing the mask in front of them. “I should have known! Why didn’t I think of it?!”

"Who is he?” The Witch, who had hurt Agnes and Benjamin earlier, suddenly felt intimidated after seeing the man appear out of nowhere without triggering the Detection Magic they cast.

"Gaeneron,” the middle-aged man said with a grim expression on his face.

"G-Gaeneron?” the Witch stuttered. “Isn’t he the current head of the Magistratus?! What is he doing here?!”

"Because he is one of them.” The middle-aged man couldn’t help but regret taking on this mission to capture Ethan’s Grandparents. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have taken this mission even if they paid me a hundred million gold coins.”

One of the Wizards stepped forward and bowed respectfully toward the person who was currently hailed as the strongest Magistratus after Professor Barret.

"Our apologies, we didn’t know that you are related to the Gremories,” the Wizard said bitterly. “Also, we have no intention of hurting them. It was just that we didn’t expect that the old lady would put up a fight.”

"And why wouldn’t my mother put up a fight?” Gaeneron asked. “She’s living happily here in the countryside, yet all of you decide to disturb her peace. I find this very annoying… very annoying.”

"W-We promise that we will not harm them ever again!” the middle-aged man pleaded. “Please, let us go just this once!”

The middle-aged man was someone who had been a scholar when he was younger.

Back then, when he heard about the Gremory Family, he wondered if they were part of the lineage that was said to have been birthed from the bloodline of a powerful demon.

But since the Gremory Family was very lowkey and didn’t have any achievements in the Wizarding World, they thought that they were just an ordinary family that had lost the power of their bloodline.

However, now that he was looking at the current head of the Magistratus, he realized that the name Gaeneron was one of the aliases of the Great Demon who went by the name Gremory.

In short, the Gremory Family was lying low on purpose. When Gaeneron took the test to become a Magistratus, he had presented himself as an orphan who had lost his parents when he was young.

He was Professor Barret’s successor, and the old Magistratus only retired because he was sure that Gaeneron was more worthy to become the leader of his organization.

In fact, although people say that Professor Barret was the strongest Magistratus, this was very far from the truth.

Gaeneron, whose real name was Sigmund Gremory, looked at the people who harmed his parents with an indifferent gaze.

Suddenly, a roar filled with malice descended from the sky, and a Red Dragon landed behind the Wizards, Witches, and Warriors, blocking their path of escape.

"I’ll give you a chance to atone for your mistakes,” Sigmund said coldly. “First, kill the person who harmed my father and mother. I’ll count from ten to one. If she’s not dead by then… all of you will die. Ten… nine… eight… seven

"W-Wait!” the Witch, who was responsible for hurting Agnes and Benjamin, exclaimed in fear. “Let’s talk things out! I can exchange my life for information! If you want, you can make me your servant! I promise to obey you without fail!”

"Six… five… four

The Warriors who were near the Witch no longer hesitated and pierced her chest with their swords, killing her instantly.

Until the very end, the Witch had an unwilling look on her face because she couldn’t believe that she would die at the hands of her own comrades.

"W-We can go now, right?” the middle-aged man asked. “Sir Gaeneron, we promise not to spread this information to anyone.”

"Of course,” Sigmund said, his eyes faintly glowing in the darkness. “Of course, you will take it to your graves.”

The Red Dragon sneered at the foolish humans who really thought that they would be able to escape after learning that his Master was one of the Gremories.

While they had promised that they wouldn’t say anything, how could he possibly trust them?

Even so, the Red Dragon also understood that these people really had no intention of harming its Master’s parents, so there was only one thing that its Master could do to them, and that was…

"Memoria vim extermina.”

Before the Wizards, Witches, and Warriors could even react, Sigmund had already cast an area-of-effect spell that didn’t require him to use a wand.

It was the power of the Legacy he acquired, and it had the ability to erase and create memories for the people that he didn’t wish to kill.

This spell was extremely powerful because it allowed Sigmund to fabricate memories, making the entire mercenary group, Pale Veil, become his loyal subordinates.

"Bring to me the person who ordered my parents to be captured,” Sigmund ordered. “If they resist, I don’t mind if you drag them back to me without a limb or two. Just make sure that they’re still alive. Do I make myself clear?”

Yes, Master!

The members of Pale Veil retreated as they acted on the order that was given to them by their Savior and Master.

The Red Dragon then unceremoniously gobbled up the dead witch, enjoying the midnight snack that was left behind by its Master.

"Mother, don’t worry,” Gaeneron said. “This will not happen again. Also, the next time you see my adoptive son, Ethan, tell him to come to the Magistratus Enclave. I will be waiting for him there.”

"You’re leaving already?” Agnes said as he held onto her husband, who was peacefully sleeping in her arms.

Benjamin’s injuries were already healed, and his life was no longer in danger. However, it didn’t change the fact that he would have to rest in order to let his body recover naturally.

"Yes,” Sigmund stated as he walked away. “There are other rats headed this way. It’s time to exterminate some pests on our farm.”

Sigmund disappeared without a trace, and the Red Dragon rose to the air before it turned invisible.

Tonight was a Hunting Night.

And it couldn’t help but look forward to seeing the helpless expressions of the fools who dared to touch its Master’s reverse scale.

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