Yami: You Can Use Dark Magic Too?

Look at you, getting so worked up over that.

Yami Sukehiro shot Asta a disdainful glance. This short guy he thought so highly of was wearing a total pervert's expression, practically drooling. It was only a few hundred gold coins, wasn't it?

Like he'd never seen money before.

Still, a smile soon appeared at the corner of Yami's mouth.

Sure enough, compared to intangible honor, money was much better at getting these guys under control.

Seeing this, Yami said to everyone,

"Alright, there are still a few things you need to keep in mind. First, this dungeon ruin is suspected to be a remnant of civilization left behind by Ancient Elves magic. It may even be older and more ancient than the Elf Extinction Calamity."

"That means there may be some utterly unimaginable magical remnants within these ruins. If you can find the right opportunity there, then it is practically guaranteed that you will grow stronger quickly."

"Whether it is powerful magic tools, Elven heritage, or even that elusive thing called luck and ancient magic, every one of them is enough to make people fight over them."

"In the Royal Capital, aside from our Black Bulls, the Golden Dawn under that guy William Vangeance will also be sending people."

"So what opportunities you get then will depend on your own luck."

Yami paused, and his tone suddenly darkened.

"Of course, there is one thing I need to tell you. That bastard Vangeance always has his nose in the air. No matter what, you cannot make me lose face. Got it?"

This mission was extremely dangerous, so Yami decided to expand the number of people going this time.

His gaze swept across everyone present.

"Vanessa, you've only just gotten your magic under control, and you still need to stabilize it. This time, I need you, big sis, to help keep an eye on the overall situation."

Vanessa immediately nodded.

After this trial with Carl, Fate Creation Magic—Synchronous Resonance had indeed given her enough confidence. She could feel her Fate Magic quietly growing.

If she could gain another opportunity, her abilities would improve as well.

When Carl had saved them before, Vanessa had felt more than gratitude. Perhaps what she felt even more was guilt.

Even though she had already worked so hard, Carl still had to bear everything.

If she could become stronger, then perhaps the next time she fought alongside Carl, she would be able to play a greater role.

That was why Vanessa, who usually loved to drink herself silly, agreed without hesitation.

"Noelle."

Yami called her name.

A trace of delight immediately appeared on Noelle's face.

"Asta."

Asta immediately slapped his chest, his eyes blazing.

"Magna, Finral."

As Yami called their names, everyone present showed excited expressions.

Finally, Yami's gaze landed on Carl again.

Carl immediately felt a little helpless. "Come on, Captain, you can't keep shearing the same sheep. Even if I'm a woolly sheep, you'll shear me bald eventually."

Charmy had been yawning beside them, with a snot bubble on her nose swelling and shrinking.

When she heard the word "sheep," she suddenly jerked awake and looked around.

"What sheep? What food? Who's eating what?"

Seeing everyone looking amused, Charmy awkwardly scratched her bun-shaped hair, then lay back down and went to sleep.

Yami immediately got a headache.

Carl was the type who would not act without a reward. If Yami did not offer him enough benefits, how could he possibly take the initiative?

Yami immediately became lazy and asked,

"Noelle and Vanessa are going into the dungeon ruins. Are you sure you aren't going, Carl?"

Carl frowned. "Captain Yami, that's no fun. You're tying this to them too?"

Yami took an annoyed drag from his cigarette, then propped his leather boot on the table and looked leisurely at Carl.

"Don't think I don't know. Last time, you looked like you couldn't care less about going, but the moment you heard about Elven ruins, you ran faster than a rabbit."

"This time, you just want to squeeze a few more benefits out of me."

"I'm telling you, there are countless benefits in Elven ruins. Forget everything else—even the Ancient Elf Ruins alone are enough to make countless people fight until their heads crack."

"Anyway, there are plenty of benefits inside. What you can get depends on your own ability."

"As for anything from me, I suggest you stop dreaming."

As Yami spoke, he stuffed both hands into his pockets.

He turned the loose, wrinkled pockets of his leather pants completely inside out.

"See that? I don't even have a single coin in my pockets."

"The most valuable thing I have is you lot."

"You should be glad I have feelings for you. Otherwise, I'd really want to sell you all to the slave market and make you work for me."

Everyone else immediately looked at their unreliable captain with contempt.

Carl could not help laughing.

Yami's honesty really did surprise him a little.

But just as Yami had said, Carl's goal from beginning to end had been to improve his own strength.

If he wanted to become the Wizard King, he needed endless experience and growth in power.

Although his current level had improved rapidly, compared to the first tier within the Royal Capital's knight squads, he was still somewhat lacking.

That was not even counting the powerful people above the first tier.

Naturally, Carl was willing to take this job.

However, looking at Yami's utterly carefree expression, Carl could not resist indulging in a little mischief.

"Captain, don't say that so absolutely. Maybe you can still be useful."

"Huh?"

Yami froze for a moment.

"No, I'm already like this, and you're still not letting me go? What do you think I can do?"

Carl flashed a grin full of white teeth.

"Captain, I hope that when you have time, you can spar with me. I need to keep improving my strength."

"And I heard your Dark Magic is insanely awesome. Why don't you teach me a move or two when you have time?"

Yami immediately furrowed his brow and looked at Carl.

"Dark Magic? You can learn Dark Magic?"

Carl smiled faintly.

Then, the cover of his Four-leaf Grimoire flew out. A shimmering glow flowed across it, radiating dazzling, multicolored light.

However, Carl's palm pressed directly against a corner of the enlarged Grimoire cover.

The next moment, dense dark-attribute magic spilled out.

Though it was only a small cluster, it was enough to shock everyone present.

Yami shot upright.

He did not even notice that the cigarette in his hand had nearly burned his fingers yellow, his blazing gaze fixed on Carl.

"I thought it felt vaguely familiar back then. Just how many types of magic can you use?"

Carl held up one finger.

Yami immediately fell silent.

Then he said, "I thought you were merely a genius, but now it seems you've been hiding yourself rather deeply."

"So far, you've shown fire, water, earth, and now dark attributes. You really have surprised me beyond measure."

"But the meaning of that one finger... I still don't quite understand."

Carl chuckled.

"Agree to my request first. Teach me your signature move, and I'll tell you."

Yami immediately burst into laughter.

"Sure. If you want to learn, I'll teach you. But tell me first, what's going on with your magic attributes?"

[Congratulations, Host, for activating Short-Term Mission 9: Yami: This Isn't Scientific

After receiving guidance, swing your arm ten thousand times in front of Yami to obtain the ultimate skill: Dark Magic: Hand Blade: Dark Entanglement Nameless Slash.]