Chapter. 12. Lettuce to Windmage (15)
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I still remember what it was like when we first met. A pure white monster sitting with languid eyes on a pile of dismembered corpses, both knights and soldiers. A predator whose instincts urge him to commit suicide.
‘This is the first time I’ve been in this state and faced the Named.’
….gulp.
The scent of blood is so rich and captivating that every cell in your body heats up.
It was a fear and a temptation at the same time.
A survival instinct brought on by the fear of encountering a powerful enemy that cannot be dealt with.
A solution to a situation sought by the survival instinct that is heightened to the very tip of one’s head.
And the body that grows stronger with Mute’s blood cries out for the solution to the ‘thick blood’ in front of it.
A strange state in which half the body tries to step back in fear, while the other half tries to move forward intoxicated with the fear-inducing energy.
‘My head is going to explode….’
The professor’s reason was wandering in the storm of boiling emotions.
[‘It’s a trap.’ ‘I want to eat.’ ‘Attack the window.’ ‘Die.’ ‘The wizards are watching.’ ‘getaway.’ ‘I want to eat.’ ‘What if I die here?’ ‘signal.’ ‘What is your goal?’ ‘I want to eat.’ ‘Named.’ ‘Die.’ ‘Monster.’ ‘Decoy.’ ‘I want to eat.’ ‘Unfit for combat.’]
I’m out of breath. Before the transformation, the boiling blood turns into mist and flows out through the breath. Where am I? What was I thinking? What should I do?
In my confused mind, words crumble and thoughts melt under the monster’s icy eyes and the heat running down my spine.
‘think.’
[‘Die.’ ‘getaway.’ ‘I want to eat.’ ‘What if I die here?’ ‘What is your goal?’ ‘Die.’ ‘Monster.’ ‘Decoy.’ ‘I want to eat.’]
‘think.’
Priority. Something that must not be forgotten. A thing to do.
[‘Die.’ ‘What is your goal?’ ‘Die.’ ‘I want to eat.’ ‘Monster.’]
[‘Die.’ ‘What is your goal?’ ‘I want to eat.’]
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[‘What is your goal?’]
In a torrent of fear and greed. Human reason, no longer shaken, stuck its head out.
‘Looking at me… no.’
eye. The moment I discovered that the blue eyes inside the Mute’s faceplate, which had become more human, were not looking at me, letters poured like a waterfall into my mind, which had turned completely white.
‘I said [Tooth was right]. ‘Those two were sent by Falcatus.’
‘The reason you didn’t show up for three days. Information leaked. ‘We knew what we were waiting for.’
‘He thinks like me. The operation may be complex, but the goal is concise.’
‘A guy who is anxious for Mute’s prosperity. Nests being destroyed one after another.’
‘Obstacles… the things he most wants to remove, the obstacles on the scene that are an exception to his ability to safely remove them in any situation!’
When the flurry of thoughts were cleared, there was only one word left in the professor’s mind.
The direction where the professor is. Blue eyes staring beyond. White fingers shaking lightly as if brushing off, and white branches disappearing in an instant.
‘Aldrich!!!!’
The moment he saw what seemed like a faint afterimage shooting out from his fingertips, the professor erased all other thoughts from his mind.
Wizards? Hot air balloon?
In front of them, thinking about the future rather than the present was a luxury in itself.
Wow!
The thin spear that flew in silently was caught in the grasp of a dark red monster. After her sneak attack had failed, Ede Orna’s eyes took on her identity.
“…If you wait, you will face a difficult situation. “Didn’t I say I had a prior promise?”
“Grrr. You use really nice perfume. “I couldn’t stand it.”
Edeorna blocked her attack and stared at the human who was joking even as he faced her.
A human whose body, voice, and energy are all completely different from those of a human.
However, in the yellow eyes of the beast that were torn upward, the venom of a human who had once walked the battlefield with a crushed body remained.
“…but it was harsh. Just a small soul that was constantly shaking. It was a bug that wasn’t even worth hunting. Have you shaken off your fear now?”
“I guess your eyesight has failed. Even now, I feel so scared. Can’t you see it?”
Okay!
Edeorna, seeing the white branch crushing in the professor’s hands, half-turned towards the professor.
Even though it carried less force, it was her spear. If she had been caught, the spear that should have pierced her flesh and taken root was now crumbling like that.
[You should not take him lightly. Father… is unpredictable, sister.]
‘You are always right. ‘Falcatus.’
A small line was drawn under Edeorna’s headgear, recalling the voice of Falcatus who had sent her here.
‘I came with a light heart.’
Sarah.
Edeorna’s hand, which returned the small branch she had created, was aimed at the window behind her back.
A gloomy voice that seemed to come from a married woman came out from the hole next to her.
『…Have you forgotten the message of your wisest brother?』
“It’s just light hunting.”
『You shouldn’t confuse your goals.』
“Are you trying to teach me?”
『Everything done for Him is a great thing…』
“Vajyur.”
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Kuuuuk-
At her call, the brother hiding in the hole appeared.
A large black robe that is hard to believe came out through a small hole. A dark-spotted face and wrinkled hands were revealed through the shadow of the robe, but the old man’s face and thin arms sticking out from the large robe that looked like it was covering an ogre or troll had an awkward look, as if they were playing separately.
“If you don’t have enough strength to deal with a wizard, there is no need to talk back. “I will not ignore even my brother’s shortcomings.”
『…The words and actions that insult Mother’s high priest are also blasphemous. Your sister…』
Wow! Gulp gulp! Clap! Wow!
“Your sister.”
The neck, the only thing exposed outside of the large robe, bent grotesquely and disappeared into the robe. The smooth, handsome face of a man was revealed along with the sound of kneading bones and flesh. A large figure in black robes whose appearance, voice, manner of speaking, and even magical properties were completely different.
“Even if it goes back a little bit. Be sure to remember the soul mage and saint you mentioned. I said it was here somewhere. Kill the spiritualist and capture the saint. “Isn’t every gesture we make, every breath we take, for our mother?”
Grinning-
Edeorna turned her back, looking at the hundreds of eyeballs shining behind the pale handsome man’s smile. Even though she didn’t like him, he was a trustworthy brother with only one ability that was different from hers.
“Grrr…. It’s a monster.”
“I agree. Me, of course, and you too. “A living being can only survive if it becomes someone’s monster.”
Huh-!
The tip of Edeorna’s spear finally faced the professor completely.
The powerful energy that had created a haze just by existing began to approach me as if it were piercing.
“You have grown to an extraordinary degree. Instead of compliments, let me give you the little attention you were hoping for.”
Wow!
A blade as white as snow emerged from the tip of a lightly swung spear.
“When you die, you will become your mother’s food. “It’s an honor.”
“Grrr. Seong-eun is devastated…. Wow!”
Kwaaaaang!
The two monsters, who disappeared like afterimages, faced each other across the valley.
Above the valley, which cannot withstand the impact and splits like a spider web.
The roar of a black monster pierced by a spear blade rang out.
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“Ugh, ahhh….”
Bleep-
tinnitus. It’s not an earache, it’s a terrible tinnitus that gnaws from the inside of your ear.
To Astrad, his teacher Gauman was a person whose true intentions were unknown.
This was the case when he accepted as his disciple a skinny boy who had hit him and tried to pick his pockets as soon as he saw him.
A person who could fly across the empire from end to end in a week traveled from the far-off village of Felen to Wuthering Heights over a period of six months.
As he was not as familiar with wind mana as expected, I made sure to let the wind mana dwell in him and draw him into the home.
His teacher was speechless when his mind was intact, but when his mind faded, he became a laughing fool.
In the end, we never revealed our deepest feelings to each other, but it didn’t matter. Although there were no words, the wind blowing from him was always warm.
Like the west wind blowing through the wheat fields. A person like the wind that gently sweeps away the afternoon.
Bleep-
It was a precious time with Gauman, who had come back to his senses a little after a long time.
He showed off his magical power structuring ability, which had developed dramatically through hard work, and to him, who had recently become a third rank, he thought, ‘Now I can confidently say that I am a first rank.’ I heard compliments like this, but that alone was one of the happiest days I’ve had in a while.
Until I saw a man with a desperate expression appearing on the other side of the hill, and before I could open my mouth, I was violently pushed away by my teacher’s hand.
Pow!
What on earth happened?
Astrad loses balance after being pushed and the teacher’s staff glows incandescently. Gauman’s eyebrows are fiercely curved in an inverted shape.
An angry expression that he had never shown in his life and a roaring voice met the collapsing sky.
When he came to his senses from the dull shock he felt on his back, what caught his eye was his teacher falling helplessly.
“Master… Master?”
Astrad prayed that it wasn’t blood that soaked the teacher’s robe that she had managed to get. The liquid so thick that it even wetted the robe he was holding could not have been the teacher’s blood. That shouldn’t have happened.
“S, Master. Please come to your senses. Master…!”
“As…. Trad…..”
“yes! I’m here! Master! “Master!”
“You’re back…you’re back. We…. came back….”
“Master, open your eyes. Master!
Hearing the young wizard’s urgent cry, a slight vitality returned to the wizard’s blurred eyes. A rocky valley struck by lightning. An aging body broken from the inside out. and.
Wooooow-
A black robe engulfed in ominous magic that made him like that.
“Use the wand…my wand…cough!”
Gauman’s hand was pointing to his staff that had fallen into the pitch-black valley. His teacher became so weak that he couldn’t even create a small breeze to lift his staff.
Instead of summoning her wand, Astrad pulled back her teacher’s robes and tore off his shirt. A chest that is hollow and lumpy, like a doll with insufficient cotton. Arms and legs that are limp and bent in strange directions. How on earth could I get hurt so badly?
The teacher’s trembling fingers touched Astrad’s arm as he desperately tried to conjure a 4th level healing spell and failed.
“Astrad… the wand… my wand…”
I’m crying!
“Stay still, please! What more can you do with that body? Damn it… why can’t it work, I’m so desperate! please please!”
“Astrad… come on…!”
“Shit! sleep! Now that I’ve given it to you, hold still before the broken bone pierces your internal organs any further! “If it’s just once, just once, it’s okay, so cast a healing spell…!”
Astrad had no choice but to bring his teacher’s staff to the teacher, who seemed willing to crawl away even with his completely broken body.
….sweet. Slowly.
The teacher held his staff with his gnarled hand. A wisp of wind flowing between the six half-broken holes.
The old wizard’s memories were as hazy as fog. What is his name? Why are you lying in a place like this? It was unclear how old he was and what kind of life he had led.
However, I remembered the young wizard’s face shedding tears endlessly for the fallen man.
Astrad. my disciple my….
“…Cough!”
The wizard’s eyes are focused on the disciple who is trying to save him. He turned to the evil beast that made him like this.
A strange creature that appears to have a black robe covered over a huge creature, with only its head and arms exposed.
The ominous energy was gathering again, and where the pale fingertips were pointing, there was also his student shedding tears like chicken shit.
A ray of wind rose in the dying wizard’s chest.
“It’s Astrad.”
“Ugh, ugh, revive me like a spring breeze…. Wind of rebirth…. Please…. Please…!”
“It’s Astrad.”
Whiuuu-
A small wind blowing from the tip of the wand lifted the broken arm and placed the wizard’s hand on the crying disciple’s cheek.
“We… are wizards. “The freest wind wizard in the world.”
“Ugh, ugh! “Master… Master…!”
“One day you said… that our life seems so unfortunate, being carried around by the wind, without a home or moderation….”
“no. no. “Never, ugh, never once have I been unhappy…”
“No… I know. We are not pushed around by the wind, we are the wind itself. The place where the blowing wind is heading…. is just my wind. Someday you will find out too. When the wind given to you takes your hand and guides you… ahh. “I wanted to see that moment together…”
“You can see it…. You can watch it together! “If you die like this…”
“It was something that would come at some point…. It’s not that far away for us. Something like that. “Aren’t you ready?”
“Sigh! Sigh! No, no! I am not ready. I am….!”
Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
The wind lifts the battered body up. This is the end of life. Although I will never be able to face that child again.
Instead of stretching out his broken arm, the teacher swept his disciple’s head with a small breeze.
Sigh!
The cane held in both hands is stuck in the ground. The wind began to rush in front of the wizard, who was preparing his final spell.
All wizards are dreamers who distort reality with their ideals, and death is the coldest reality that awakens that seemingly eternal dream.
However. If the wizard proves that when he faces his death he can dream forever without being overwhelmed by the precipice of that reality. If, at the first and last opportunity that comes only once in a lifetime, you prove that you can remain a dreamer forever at the end of your life with an overwhelming ideal that transcends death.
It is said that wizards can unleash great spells that will never be seen before in their lifetime.
“…Thank you. all of it.”
The teacher’s back, standing tall in the strong wind, looked strong, as if it would not collapse in the face of any storm in the world. Like that moment when I once stood in front of a dying man in a back alley.
Blah blah, blah blah-
Paaang!
The staff, which was incandescent with blue light, exploded, and the light that illuminated the six holes coalesced into one and was pulsating at the tip of the broken staff.
“Last…spell.”
A staff made of wind was aimed at the enemy, engulfed in black burning magic.
“Gaumann… of Delhurst, [Westerly wind of April 7, 121 solar calendar]”
With a small voice dying out like the last flame, the wizard’s body collapsed.
Softly-
A small breeze blew in the valley where ominous magic was rushing.
Closer to a phenomenon than a spell. Just as the Archmage created the home of the Wind Wizards with his lifelong loneliness, the final magic containing the life of a Wind Wizard named Gauman Delhurst.
In the rocky valley where monsters clash with monsters and where magic and sorcery rage, the origins of the old wind wizard permeated.
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