The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage

Lazear couldn’t comprehend what had just happened as he stared at Valtar.

In an instant, Damien's head was torn off and passed by so quickly that even Damien didn't register it, and Lazear himself barely caught the movement.

He couldn’t understand it.

Serpina, yes, she was a well-known figure, someone he knew.

Though not as strong as before, she was a witch who had existed since ancient times.

So, he could at least understand that.

But for that ugly demon to defeat Damien without him even noticing—he couldn’t grasp it.

Even if the power given to Niella or Damien was small,

These were not subordinates who should have fallen so easily.

‘What the hell...’

Lazear, still unable to comprehend, was about to speak when Seong asked.

“Once again, it’s my victory, right?”

“...Yes.”

Though Lazear could barely get the words out, he had no choice but to agree.

At this rate, things wouldn’t go well.

The subordinates of Seong were stronger than expected.

Perhaps he should increase their power a bit?

There was a moment of hesitation, but Lazear quickly shook his head.

Don’t let yourself waver.

‘No matter what, once the strongest subordinate comes out, I will win.’

It didn’t matter if the two Seong summoned weren’t the strongest subordinates.

Even so, the subordinates who received all his power would undoubtedly be the strongest.

He was a bit surprised, but as he wasn’t as powerful as his former self, Lazear knew from his keen eyes that he could still win.

‘That demon is stronger than expected, but it’s fine.’

Serpina might be slightly stronger? No, almost the same strength.

Nothing to worry about for now.

With that, Lazear summoned his third subordinate.

This time, a male form emerged.

A vampire who couldn’t speak due to his mouth being sealed.

Or rather, he looked more like a ghoul, with a headless, tail-bearing body, but aside from the tail and mouth, he resembled a vampire.

His tail, resembling a sharp syringe, protruded, and he bowed deeply, showing his loyalty to Lazear.

“Bartholo. Go and bring victory.”

“......”

• Heehee? Oh, hello.

• I’ll do my best.