Curse?!

Unknowingly, I was cursed by the other party?

Could it be that the queen chess game just played......

Filled with surprise and the unpleasure of being teased, Eric aimed Curt at the boy's head in the next second. It was so fast that you couldn't catch up with your eyes.

Rush attack.

However, his index finger, which was holding the trigger, could not move a single inch in any way. In his frustration, Eric exerted more force on his fingers, but despite the bruises on the back of his palms, he was unable to complete the action of shooting.

Is this the other party's curse?

"Shoot! Friend, if you can do it, just shoot!hahahahaha~"

The boy looked at Eric with a sneering look on his face.

It was full of childlike, innocent, silver-bell-like laughter. The old voice was gone, and for a moment his voice was on the same page as his apparent age.

Eric frowned. He won't accept his fate, never.

The next moment, Eric slapped the Curt on the table. With the unbroken arm, he picked up the warm wooden chair he had been sitting on and threw it at the boy.

The boy didn't move.

"In vain!"

Suddenly, the chair stopped in mid-air.

Eric's hand couldn't let go of the chair.

Well, Eric had to admit that manpower couldn't defeat mana.

Either way, it's better to try more than to sit back and wait. This is also Eric's credo.

Moreover, it was not for nothing, at least one conclusion was reached: the boy had cast some kind of forbidden spell.

Other than this shackle, he did not feel any other physical discomfort.

Staring at that immature and hateful face, Eric, who put down his gun, suddenly understood a truth: don't play queen chess with others easily.

Calm down.

Eric took a deep breath. The current situation is overwhelmingly unfavorable to him. The more moments like these, the more you need to be more calm. In this way, he can undo his previous mistakes.

The boy was still seated in his chair, looking smug and undisguised his mockery at Eric.

"It's not just that you can't shoot, you're under my spell now, and any attack will be forbidden. Fortunately, while I'm in a good mood, I'll spare your life. Get out of here! Differentiation is the lightest punishment for you!" The other party warned in an old voice.

It seems to have the meaning of letting him go.

"Really...... Thank you for your kindness. ”

To be honest, normal people will definitely choose to retreat temporarily when they encounter this situation.

But Eric is a detective.

It's in his nature to be suspicious, and at this time he vaguely feels that something is wrong.

Just now, the boy seemed to show a childlike voice......

Other than that... Since the opponent can use spells, then mage is the most likely profession for the opponent.

But a mage sees him as an enemy. After meeting him, he didn't just throw a fireball spell, but first played a game of queen chess with him, and this queen chess game was the medium for the mage to cast spells. Wait until the game is over to tell him that he's under the spell. And then said that he didn't want his life, let him get out?

It's so unusual.

While Eric doesn't deny that mages are weird creatures, mages have never been stingy when it comes to showing their power.

They prefer to beat their opponents without mercy.

If the opponent is really a real mage, they should attack in a more direct way. How can you play a spell in the way of playing queen chess?

Eric seems to have found the crux of the matter: the conditions are clearly too harsh.

It doesn't make sense.

Unless...... This is the only way for the opponent to attack.

He had set up a deadly trap like a murderous crossbow outside the room, but now he had cast a spell in a troublesome way, and then he said that he would let people go. It's a paradox.

The other party is obviously bluffing!

Eric realizes that he may have been deceived. Whether this is true or not requires further probing.

He looked at the boy and saw that the boy was looking at him as well.

The two looked at each other.

"What's the matter, don't get out of here!" the boy said angrily.

Eric was convinced that his gaze was enough to provoke the anger of a mage, but the other man seemed to have a good temper and continued to limit his behavior to verbal reprimands.

Eric's eyes lit up, and he took another step forward.

This time the act was clearly threatening.

“... My patience is limited. The boy said angrily, but in a slightly pale tone. Moreover, the beads of sweat on his forehead were visible to the naked eye, and his expression was a little distorted.

He remained where he was, doing nothing.

Now, Eric can finally confirm his guess.

Damn, I almost got bluffed.

It's not that the boy wants to let Eric go, it's that he can't do anything in the first place.

Eric who knew the truth was relieved. He repositioned his chair and sat down face to face with the boy.

"I don't seem to need your kindness anymore, Master Mage. The way I listen to you seems to be different from normal people. He questioned the boy further.

You know, exorcist hunters not only have special eyes, but also ears that are many times more sensitive than ordinary people. If you calm down and listen closely, the sound source is still easy to identify at medium range.

"What are you talking about... What's... It's different—" The boy was completely panicked, and his voice became unstable, the first few letters were still old, but the latter became immature. The whole sentence hovers between the old and the immature, and the tone is uneven.

He looked like a thief who had been caught stealing bread.

Finally, the horse's feet were all exposed.

Ventriloquism.

Changing your voice to pretend to be an elderly mage is not difficult for a person who is proficient in ventriloquism.

Where is this guy what an old monster!

It's clearly just a little kid!