Only I Am Immune to Magic

Episode 004. your name is

“Aigoo, Baron! How much trouble did you have to come to such a humble place!”

that afternoon. The owner of the mine made a fuss when he saw the baron and his attendants arriving at the mine.

It was a daily routine to shout at the lower ones, but it felt like my mouth would twitch when I tried to smile inappropriately.

Baron Oddhaken was a terrible man.

The land he governs is large and he often goes on business trips, so he doesn’t have many visits to the mine, but once he comes, he shakes off every ant’s cub without a chance to escape and dries the blood.

“Come on, eat inside! Just in time, I got a good drink from the shortcakes across the mountain… … .”

“There is no need for that. I just plan to look around briefly today.”

“yes? ah! It seems you have other business!”

The mine owner, Morrison, called for joy inwardly.

No matter how meticulous the baron may be, it is impossible to rummage through this vast mine every time.

This time, the time was so tight that I couldn’t prepare properly, but I was very fortunate.

“Then I will go quickly and bring the papers. This month, the production of mana stones is higher than planned, so you will be satisfied… … .”

“Mine Lord! It’s a big deal!”

Just as Morrison was speaking out, an overseer ran out from inside the mine.

“What’s the big deal?”

Morrison asked with a worried face.

The grumpy-looking overseer said hello to the baron, then said urgently.

“One of the slaves has escaped.”

“… … and?”

“yes?”

“One slave escaped, what next?”

“uh… I don’t have one.”

“You madman! The baron is here, is that important? Go in right now and take care of it yourself!”

“yes? yes!”

The supervisor was startled by Morrison’s unholy command and ran away into the mine.

“hahahaha. I’m sorry, baron. A precious person came to visit, so I guess I couldn’t discern the saree. Then, the paperwork… … .”

“The paperwork is done. I would like to see the condition of the slaves.”

“yes? You mean a slave?”

‘Damn it. I should have kicked out that stupid guy.’

Gwangsanju sensed an ominous energy and hardened his expression.

The baron dismounted and looked around.

The owner of Tmoline Mine, Baron Cain Oddhaken.

He was nicknamed the Blue Fox because of his indigo blue hair and blue eyes that glowed blue in sunlight.

Contrary to his somewhat light-hearted nickname, his life was not light.

Realizing his Auror at a young age, he defeated all the strong westerners who ignored him and won the Tmoline Mine, which many nobles were aiming for.

Now that the family is in a stable period, it’s rare to show off their skills, but those who still made eye contact with him shrank and shook their heads involuntarily.

“hmm.”

The baron’s blue eyes turned to the slaves who worked on the ground.

The slaves arranging the mining materials at the entrance of the mine were all healthy and well-blooded.

They worked while breathing the outside air, so there were no minor illnesses such as mana poisoning, and the amount of food they ate was higher than those who worked underground.

It was arranged that way in preparation for the investigators who occasionally came to check on their unwillingness.

But it wasn’t those slaves that the baron wanted to see.

“Recent reports show that while mineral production has increased, the number of slaves has actually decreased. You know better what this means.”

“ah… … . yes, that’s… … .”

“Strangling a slave can give you a lot right now, but it’s not good in the long run. There is a lot of talk these days about reducing the number of slaves due to food problems, but if the dead are not recruited, will you take responsibility?”

“… … .”

Gwangsanju listened to the baron while sweating profusely.

His tone was supple and soft, but the chill in it was like the breath of a thousand-year-old lich.

In fact, the mine owner had doubled the slaves’ workload in recent months to impress the baron.

As a result, the amount of mining increased markedly, but the number of slaves dying also increased.

I even gave money to the inspector so that he wouldn’t go into the ears of the baron until the dead slaves were recruited, but it seemed that he only gobbled up the money and hit the back of the head.

“What are you babbling about! Hurry up and call the slaves out!”

As the supervisor was at a loss, not knowing what to do, the knight behind him stepped forward and threatened.

The leader of Oddhaken’s knights, Gardi the Red Wolf.

The reason why he is called the Red Wolf is because the color of his awakened aura is red like a burning flame.

Those who derive their color from colorless mana are called aura users and are respected by many warriors.

He also received love calls from numerous aristocrats, but eventually turned them down and signed a lifetime contract with Odd Haken.

It was because it was the baron who guided him to awaken.

The baron had risen to the level of a sword expert, one step further from an aura user.

If he continued to be with him, Gardi would be able to go even higher.

“Ah, I see!”

The owner of the mine shouted with a contemplative face.

Even though he only wore a single sword in leather armor for going out, his intimidation was hard to face.

I felt like I was going to be eaten by that wolf if I stayed here any longer.

The owner of the mine avoided his gaze and shouted at the supervisors.

“You heard what the knight said! Hurry up and bring the slaves out!”

“yes!”

The supervisors, who had been standing in the back and watching, ran into the mine without saying anyone first.

It took less than five minutes for the slaves to come out.

It was because the slaves on the first basement floor had been washed and prepared in case of today.

“… … Number 25!”

“No. 26!”

“27… … !”

The slaves who came out lined up in an orderly line according to the supervisor’s command.

‘… … Silver hair.’

The baron looked closely at the last one among the neatly arranged slaves.

Silver hair that shines brightly in the late winter sunlight and eyes as blue as the sea.

Mine slaves are bound to break down due to hard work and poor conditions, but he was drenched in sweat as if he had just come out of work, but he was full of ghosts.

‘Amelia.’

Looking at the silvery hair flowing like well-plucked silk, the image of an old love that was buried deep in the heart suddenly shimmered.

“Baron?”

Morrison asked anxiously as the baron remained silent even after the slaves had finished lining up.

Only then did the baron get out of his thoughts and start looking at the slaves.

“Everyone’s blood isn’t very good. Is the food distribution going well?”

“yes. We are serving the food without fail.”

“What is the workload?”

“The amount of work is also according to the rules given by the baron… … .”

Morrison followed the baron and poured out his prepared remarks without interruption.

The baron, who occasionally asked questions and walked among the slaves, stopped at one point.

“The decrease in the number of people was caused by a mild epidemic… … Oops!”

Morrison, who had been following the baron muttering incessantly, stopped hurriedly as he almost bumped his head on his back.

“Why, why?”

“No. 101.”

“yes? Number 101? Why is number 101 here… … . uh?”

Morrison’s eyes widened when he noticed the number etched on Aaron’s suit.

Number 101 was a degraded slave who only had to be on the 3rd or 4th basement floor, so there was no reason to be here.

It seemed that this was the guy who had escaped earlier.

‘Damn it! This bastard escaped to catch the Baron’s eye! what to do tell me the truth no. let it be What if you scrape it off? no. Should I just say it?’

Morrison fidgeted and paced behind the baron.

But the baron didn’t even look at him, staring intently at the slave standing in front of him.

Number 101 was crying.

Unlike the other slaves who avoided the baron’s gaze, he looked straight at the baron and wept.

Not a single expression, not a single breathing sound had changed and only tears were shed. It looked like the statue was crying.

‘Me, that guy?’

Gwangsanju was startled by the unexpected situation and stopped in front of 101st.

“hahahaha. I guess this guy ate something wrong today. yes man! What kind of shame is this in front of the baron!”

“Get out of the way.”

“okay! You heard the baron! This guy right now… … .”

“That’s what I said to you.”

“… … yes? Ah yes!”

Gwangsanju looked back at the baron without much thought, but when he saw his distorted face, he withdrew without a word.

“No. 101.”

The baron once again called the slave.

Number 101 hesitated for a moment before slowly opening her mouth.

“… … yes. Baron.”

“Why are you crying?”

“I’m glad I did. Baron.”

“Are you happy? what?”

“My lifelong wish was to see the baron in such a close place. If that wish came true, how could I not be happy?”

Number 101 continued.

Serureung-

Gardi, who was standing far away, drew his sword as he quickly approached.

When a slave he had never seen before pretended to know the baron, he felt threatened.

The baron raised his hand to restrain him and continued.

“I am seeing you for the first time, and you speak as if you knew me. What reason?”

“… … Do you remember the name Amelia?”

“… … .”

The baron’s face hardened.

When he didn’t answer, number 101 continued.

“If you remember, please accept this letter. And if you can’t remember… … Burn me with the letter.”

The face of number 101 was full of spleen.

He looked like he would throw himself into a pit of fire if he didn’t receive the letter.

“… … .”

After a brief pause, the baron received the crumpled letter from number 101 and opened it.

[Dear my eternal knight… … .]

The tear-stained old paper contains the earnest voice of a woman who draws on a love that has left.

[…] … Amelia.]

‘Unbelievable… … . It must be her handwriting.’

After he secretly began searching for traces of his old woman, several came claiming to be Amelia’s son.

They boasted of the shallow knowledge they had picked up, and were eventually burned alive.

But this time it was different.

Not frizzy gray hair, but perfect shiny silver hair. Big, blue eyes like the sea.

There was even a tearful letter written in Amelia’s handwriting.

It must have been the fruit of the love he had been searching for so long.

“Tell me one characteristic of your mother.”

The baron asked, trying to calm his pounding heart.

Even if this is the letter written by Amelia, the possibility that it was stolen somewhere cannot be ruled out.

No. 101, no, Aaron answered without hesitation.

“Every night before going to bed, my mother thought of my father as she looked at the withered four-leaf clover. My father always said it was a symbol of good luck that he had picked on the battlefield. He held it in his hand when he died.”

It was a lie.

Amelia burned the four-leaf clover that the baron gave her before Aaron was born.

And every time he talked about it, he cursed the baron.

He said he was a bad guy who blocked his way to marriage.

‘To think he had such a meaningless gift until he died… … . I don’t even know. Ahh… … poor woman. Please forgive me.’

Whatever the truth, the baron hardened his mind after hearing the story of number 101.

He folded the old letter and put it in his pocket and called the owner of the mine.

“Morrison.”

“yes! Baron!”

Morrison, restless not knowing what was going on, heard the baron’s trembling voice and hurriedly lowered his head.

“Can I talk to this guy?”

The baron pointed to number 101.

Only I am immune to magic

Author : Sileng

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