Chapter. 14. One Empire, Three Legends (45)
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Flowers fall.
A sky that silences even the wind. Like frozen flower petals shattering in the cold air.
Along with her star, Maria’s dreams were falling.
‘love you.’
at last. She was defeated by the selfish God of Light.
As if her body was being pierced by a spear of light and flame and was falling apart. Her stars and her people who formed the stars. All the souls that were together were also scattering.
Maria was counting and letting go of all the soul leaking out of her heart.
‘love you.’
The soul that was once good is now pierced by countless curses and malice like daggers. Her sanity was never fully restored. Words that stayed in my heart. So much so that she can only say the words she has been whispering from beginning to end to the cursed souls who, once they leave her hands, will return to nothing but a handful of dust as they wander around this world aimlessly.
But even such a broken soul is a fragment of God and a fragment of a once perfect being.
The witch, Mea Maria, will begin again. The soul that was once a saint will cross the border of death and find another body.
All power has been lost, and even the good intentions of the beginning have been tainted, and it may be close to the obsession of a ghost.
Because she is the only one who can take care of those poor souls that everyone has abandoned.
The saint’s soul was leaving her body and scattering towards the world. Someday, as Mea Maria, goddess of the outcast. To give her people another chance.
When will it be time to raise up the broken soul? Mea Maria will once again live the life of a witch.
For then, it was time to go to sleep.
Sarah.
‘….’
but. Like stars attracting each other. There was an unknown force pulling her feet as she left.
Her spirit world, where no one should be, but now everyone has left. A haven for the outcast.
[Give it back.]
In the gap between life and death, there remained one soul that caught her eye.
“okay. Neria. Now. “Now… we’ve arrived.”
No, there was one more. A girl’s vividly fluttering soul, and an old man’s soul that seems to be in danger of disappearing.
‘ah.’
An unexpected reunion, enough to give a brief exclamation to the woman who lost Izzy.
“mother.”
After entering the Witch’s Tower. As soon as he saw with his own eyes that she was surrounded by countless souls, the soul caster was preparing a spell just for this moment, forgetting about his own safety in her battlefield.
Aldrich. The soul chain tied to his wrist was pulling on the witch’s soul.
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Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.
Aldrich approached the witch’s soul, which was faintly waving across the space beyond consciousness, the spirit world, or unconsciousness.
As a soul mage, I have seen and dealt with the souls of countless good people and even more evil souls and demons.
I have never seen a soul as ugly and damaged as the one in front of me right now.
Just like I saw in my mother’s eyes when she went crazy that day. The appearance of a terrible monster made of flesh and blood, with thousands of eyeballs and tens of thousands of arms.
People get hurt a lot in their lives. Not a huge tragedy like the loss of a family member, but a small quarrel. Petty anger. Even small wounds, such as overheard criticism. In the end, what is engraved in our hearts remains unchanged.
The reason people can live with it is because time covers it like warm snow.
Aldrich described it as ‘soul-healing.’ Do all emotions and memories leave a trace on the soul in some form? The reason why the human soul can live steadily in a round and soft form is because other traces are piled up on top of it. This is because the time that connects traces covers up the wounds. As a soulmancer, Aldrich thought so.
That is why. Mea Maria’s soul was like hell.
“Without forgetting a single thing. Are you trying to hug me like that?”
The saint’s soul constantly wanders around the world, but it is difficult to conclude that it was a past life. When a saint dies, her soul goes to the body of a suitable believer and permeates the human soul within it. The newly-made saint remembers her own life before becoming a saint, her normal life as a farmer, the second daughter of her baker, etc., but she does not remember anything about her life as a former saint. It is because of the small blessing prepared for the saint who will have to spend eternity in mortal life.
The world is such a difficult place to live with hundreds of years of emotions, memories, and traces of them all. To prevent her saint from collapsing under the weight of her time, she relieves those memories when she leaves her body and briefly returns to her own embrace.
but. Such blessings did not reach Mea Maria, who escaped God’s guidance. She herself did not want to miss a single memory of the countless wounds and countless souls held in her arms.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
52 years. It’s 52 years.
How much had happened before the noble boy, who escaped from the temple and lost everything in an instant, became a warlock.
I had to hide from the temple people chasing me. I was beaten to the point of death for not paying the rent on the piece of bread I barely got. Crawling, vomiting, and dying in the rain-soaked streets as cold as a winter pond.
Until the moment when he killed someone to take someone’s place.
As his soft hands became stained with blood and evil, Aldrich recalled his mother’s eyes, which he had seen in the stone chamber that day, and pondered over the feelings welling up inside him.
What did you think about? anger? fear? longing? Even now that he has become an old man full of wrinkles, it is unclear what emotions he chewed and swallowed back then.
But one thing was certain. The reunion with his mother he had hoped for back then was never like this.
It wouldn’t have been so frustrating if the evil witch’s spirit wielded a thousand eyes and a thousand arms and used evil.
The soul before your eyes. It was still a soul in the form of a terrible monster with its eyeballs and arms glued together like the one I had seen in the stone chamber that day, but the monster’s torn and torn eyes did not have the same full of malice as before. All the strength and soul she had was stripped away, and only the soul of the saint, twisted beyond repair, was left.
Aldrich unleashed the curse he had prepared for her.
The saint’s soul repeats its life. If that is the law established by God.
The curse that cuts it off would also make sense if it was decided by heaven.
Something that can never be cut off. At first glance, in the eyes of a warlock, the form is similar to a curse. No one considers that free bondage a curse and carries it with them.
A thread that never breaks.
“Haeju (解呪), Cheonryun (天倫).”
A thread of soul released from Aldrich’s fingertips. It gathered together and formed a small, solid shape. A dagger so small and thin that only a child could hold it. It even has an empty handle without a blade.
The target is the person who reaches the end of the thread.
The spell is 52 years of agony and conflict. The curse and longing that appeared in Aldrich’s mind every time he touched the memory of that day. All the conflicting memories.
The catalyst…..
[Give it back]
For 52 years. Neria is an evil spirit born with soul magic, but instead of using that talent, she grows into a vicious body and only displays monstrous strength. Another Blade of Heaven’s Wheel forged from all of her soul’s innate talents.
From girl to monster. Neria, who was reborn in the form of a dress, fangs, and a terrible evil spirit, held the cursed blade born from the wishes of two blood relatives in her hands.
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In order to cut off the fate that cannot be escaped, a blade forged from heavenly principles that will not disappear.
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Phew.
The girl’s twisted blade pierced the hideous saint’s soul.
[Give it back]
Phew.
[Give it back]
Deep. Pew wook, wow wook-
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[Give it back….give it….]
Tears welled up in the eyes of the daughter who had pierced her mother’s heart, and in the ugly eyes of an evil beast.
Evil spirits cannot think much. It’s just like a fragment created by the swelling of a piece of emotion and memory from the moment when the soul was twisted.
A desire that cannot be fulfilled. A childlike appearance that has escaped into imagination rather than the truth before its eyes.
In front of the girl’s evil spirit, which collapsed as if hanging on a sword, the ugly mother’s soul crumbled.
[Give it back]
‘love you’
[Give it back]
‘love you’
[Stone…. give it back…. give it….]
‘ah….’
Like a tower made of sand collapsing. Twisted souls swollen with misaligned desires began to crumble.
The soul of a girl who knows she can’t get it back, but she can’t stop saying it.
At the end of letting go of everyone she loved, the mother’s soul crumbles on top of her beloved in her arms.
Even in the eyes of a soul mage who has run his whole life to achieve that ending, knowing that no one will ever reach a happy ending.
Tears filled with unresolved emotions fell endlessly.
[love you….]
Grumbling.
at last. The saint’s soul disappears without incident.
Passeuk-
The evil spirit of the girl who collapsed in front of him also turned into ashes and disappeared as she made eye contact with her half, her brother, with blank eyes.
Aldrich broke the soul jar with his own hands. He fell to his knees, scattering the fragments in the direction they had disappeared.
Mother and Neria. Since he is a corrupted soul tainted by a curse, he will not be able to reach the rest he longs for, nor will he be able to reach his star.
Ah, my mother. Ahhh. my little sister My family, who are so unfortunate that I have no choice but to wish them happiness in this ending where nothing has been achieved.
“Rest in peace. Now… free from eternal pain… and sleep… in peace….”
Nevertheless, Aldrich hoped that their lives, which should have ended in tragedy, would bring at least a little peace.
At least for Aldrich himself, who is preparing for the end. Because the rest was prepared enough to remind us of those who stood before his body with sad faces.
“also. “It’s a good thing I didn’t tell you.”
Push.
As the last traces of the two distorted demons disappeared, a long stab wound appeared in Aldrich’s abdomen, and his body fell apart.
dump.
Even after half a century, the scar is still vivid. On that day 52 years ago, the wound in my abdomen was pierced by my father’s sword in the stone chamber.
A warlock is a being who lives by filling the cracks in the soul with contracted evil spirits. Now that Neria, who achieved her wish in a twisted way, is gone. There was nothing to stop the life force flowing from Aldrich’s broken soul.
That’s just it. They barely survived by intertwining their two souls, and now that half of them are gone, they go back to where they should have been. Even though he should have died that day, the life he overcame through expedient means is now returning to its rightful place.
Lucilla is an emotional child, so she will cry a lot. Every time she saw that child, she thought of Neria, and she wanted to be nice to him.
Hydrasil. What did the elf learn from human life, a mixture of life and death? The faster you learn, the more anxious you become.
Ottoman. A friend with a soul as clear as a clear wave. I never thought he would have friends at this age. He had a talent for permeating everyone like water. This friend is old, so if we do well, we might meet again soon.
Borca. Will the werewolf finally find peace? If he too becomes a spirit and ascends to heaven, as the light says, will he be able to see their family’s peaceful home?
Notum. I’m sure they won’t be collecting my soul.
professor. Alas, something I thought I would never reach. The story of the Teldemire family, a grateful friend who helped me reach the end. He’ll probably get angry and run wild all the time. If you had told me, I would have found a way. This friend is so talented that he can’t just ignore places he can’t reach. It would be nice if you could take a little more time.
With his eyelids drowsily closing, his past life flashed through his mind, as if he was walking back from the beginning. It must be something that people say is a flash of light.
Do you regret it? Is it unfair? Are you afraid? Or…was it fun?
“Huh, heh heh heh… I still don’t know even after getting to this age…”
Aldrich slowly closed his eyes, watching his blood spread across the surface of his consciousness.
Strangely enough, I didn’t think anything of it.
If you have just one thought.
“…I don’t know if he can make it and eat it by himself….”
A companion who cannot let down their guard even for a moment and a friend who will remain in this world. The only thought he had was whether he had made enough grey-brown potion for his friend who was with him in his later years.
The image of him growing old in my memories. Aldrich’s wrinkled eyes closed as he finally thought that the color of his memories had become particularly dark from the moment he met the professor.
….sparkle.
In the end, two small pieces of light intertwined flew like cotton and landed on the wound that had remained unhealed for 52 years.
The end of another long story.
Rest has come.
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