〈 Episode 301 〉 Crossover (5)
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“Don’t give the wizard any time to spare.”
“If you plan to attack the wizard, do so as quickly as possible and as secretly as possible. You should never give a signal that you are going to aim. “I don’t even have time to make grand plans.”
“Run in first.”
“Before the magicians get ready.”
This is a famous proverb among assassins, and today it is a phrase that wizards say as a joke. Ultimately, these proverbs are connected into one sentence.
“The more time you give, the more difficult the wizard becomes.”
Wizard, especially Wizard.
Dealing with them in the realm of wizards who have dozens or hundreds of circuits engraved on them is no easy task. The more time you give them, the more time the wizards carve into their territory, making long-term battles even more terrible.
Wizards are such a difficult people.
The owner of the White Magic Tower, Shelly Debella, knows this very well. Since they are the owners of the tower that was built with great effort by those difficult people, it is impossible not to know.
‘but···.’
No matter how much it is.
“This is my first time seeing something like this.”
Sally took a deep breath and looked around.
It’s already been 10 days since I visited Kennel Snowfield. Celie saw what one wizard had accomplished over the past ten days.
A single line drawn beyond the horizon.
Dozens or hundreds of circuits unfold along that line.
Just looking at the messy lines that fill the snowy field is enough to make you dizzy. The geometric patterns crammed onto pure white drawing paper are closer to madness.
It’s hard to even count them.
I don’t even know how many spells are engraved on this land right now. You can count them if you look carefully, but I don’t think it would be particularly meaningful.
Tidik.
Even now, that number is increasing.
Sally turned her head and looked at the girl drawing a circuit in the distance. The girl is expressionlessly drawing her cane on the floor. It is close to a magic engineering doll that performs a set task.
Tidig, damn it.
Carve a circuit on the ground and pour the mana potion. After confirming that it has seeped into the ground, they head to another place. Repeat it endlessly.
What is thus created is the realm of wizards.
In Sally’s eyes, this place began to look like a magic tower. That too, a madman’s magic tower that blows away everything that approaches without a trace.
“Oh, are you here?”
Rania, who was engraving a circuit, recognized Celie and approached her. Sally nodded her head slowly.
“I brought you the items you asked for.”
She pointed behind me.
There are hardened white magic tower wizards there. With their eyes wide open, they alternately look at the circuit engraved on the ground and the approaching girl.
It looks like he can’t believe it.
That one wizard could do something like this.
‘···That kind of reaction is natural.’
Sally wiped her eyes.
Even Celie has a hard time believing it. Even if dozens or hundreds of high-ranking wizards rushed to do it, it would be impossible. It might be possible to do something simply by engraving a circuit, but controlling it all is close to impossible.
The girl in front of me is doing it.
Now it’s hard to even be surprised. Celie smiled helplessly and handed the items she had brought to Rania.
“If we do this, we can really stop it.”
Sally also had some vague information about what was going to happen here. Did you say that the sword of death, that fearful disaster, appears here?
‘At first, I thought I would never be able to stop it…’
As I look at the scenery unfolding before my eyes, I begin to think that it may not be such an impossible task. However, my thoughts on drawing the circuit seemed to be different.
“Just this? “There is no way.”
Rania smiled bitterly as she handed over the items.
“Even if I draw thousands of them, it won’t be enough.”
“···That much?”
“Even so, the chances are low.”
so.
“There must be a hero.”
Rania turned her head.
Kyle is standing there. Looking at the circuit carved on the floor, Kyle grabbed his holy sword.
2.
The White Magic Tower lord handed over the items and left. After carving a circuit in the blustery snowy field, Raniel turned his head and glanced at Kyle.
The warrior’s livery flutters in the blowing snow wind.
The two pieces of cloth attached to the epaulettes flutter in the blowing wind. Although it is called a symbol of victory by the knights, it does not appear that way even to Raniel’s eyes. Raniel sighed.
“Whoa…”
Kyle is needed to face the sword of death.
Although he really hates to admit it, Raniel knows how much strategic value Kyle’s existence has. He knows better than anyone else. If you have him, the number of strategies you can utilize increases by two.
“Have you read everything?”
“Roughly.”
Kyle answered briefly.
What Raniel gave to Kyle was information about the circuits engraved in the area and a strategy for dealing with the sword of death.
“Your final move is to collide directly with the sword of death. “If possible, I won’t let you go there.”
“I don’t think it’s possible.”
“I guess so.”
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Raniel also knows.
No matter how hard you plan your strategy, it will be wiped out in one fell swoop.
“Hundreds of pieces are being cut off at a time, but I wonder what the use is of all this. Still, I have to do it. “The more operations, the better.”
“That’s his speaking habit.”
“Yeah, it’s my speaking habit.”
“I said, ‘It’s the guy’s speaking habit.’”
“Ugh, Sibalom.”
Kyle still has that attitude.
Raniel, who was tired of reacting to Kyle’s denial as he gritted his teeth, let out a short sigh.
Just for a moment.
Raniel opened his mouth.
“Why did you come here?”
It’s a random question.
But it is a question that must be asked. Kyle didn’t answer right away. After a moment of silence, Kyle opened her mouth.
“Because I have to.”
“why? “I didn’t even ask for it.”
“Standing there even if no one asks you to, because you have to. Isn’t that a hero? “I guess Raniel didn’t tell me this.”
Raniel blinked.
At first, I thought I heard wrong, but it seems that wasn’t the case. Raniel burst out laughing.
“Come now?”
“then.”
“Then I want to ask you something. Are you Kyle? Don’t postpone. “Because it’s disgusting.”
“You look like you don’t believe it.”
“Do you think I will believe it?”
“no.”
The reaction is that he said something he didn’t even mean to say.
While Raniel was dumbfounded, Kyle touched the hilt of the holy sword and opened his mouth.
“maybe.”
Kyle said.
“If the sword of death appears, Raniel will appear here no matter what. “He thought so.”
“I’m the only one with a chance, so I guess I should come.”
“okay. That’s how he risks his life again. Even if I don’t come, even if no one else shows up, he will do that. certainly.”
Kyle muttered.
“You can’t do that.”
“what?”
“I said you shouldn’t do that.”
Raniel feels uncomfortable with that firm attitude.
Where else have you felt this discomfort? It wasn’t difficult to think of it.
“The star spoke.”
“The words of the stars.”
“Star.”
Kyle’s voice talking about stars on a bad day.
Raniel sneered as he remembered Kyle, who was unable to become independent from the stars.
“Why did the stars tell you to do that?”
still.
“Does the star want to do that? “I don’t want to die here, so does the star tell you to come and help me?”
Still, he is caught by the star.
“You’re nothing without the stars, so did you come here because you felt like you had to follow that advice?”
Although my words never reached you.
As for the star’s horse, he dares to enter the battlefield where his life is at risk. Raniel feels annoyed by that fact. What on earth is that damn star?
“Did the star order you to kick me out like that?”
At this point, I even have that suspicion.
Raniel snapped and glared at Kyle.
“no.”
Kyle answered.
“It was my choice.”
“what.”
“Kicking out Raniel.”
“Oh. “He was more of an asshole.”
Tsk, Raniel clicked his tongue.
“Then I guess the star told me to come here?”
Kyle was silent.
The habit of keeping quiet and trying to avoid situations when things are unfavorable still persists. Raniel sighed and ruffled his hair.
“I’m an asshole for having even the slightest expectations.”
What is there to look forward to?
Even years of waiting have already been betrayed. Even though he knows that he should not expect any more and that he should just give up, Raniel feels annoyed at himself for not being able to do so.
As Raniel was roughly stroking his hair, Kyle opened his mouth.
“Ask me one question.”
“what.”
“When wizards fulfill a contract, do they call it their will?”
“···What nonsense are you talking about? “It will depend on the contents of the contract.”
“It is a contract made with my will, and doing what must be done according to the contract… can it be said that it is my will?”
Raniel said after thinking for a moment.
“If it’s a contract you signed because you wanted to, then yes.”
“Then my will is right.”
Kyle sighed and laughed.
“It was my will to come here.”
A light laugh, not a made-up facial expression, a sneer, or an empty laugh. So the smile is more real. This is an expression that Kyle would often make a few years ago.
Raniel is taken aback by that laughter.
“···What are you?”
Kyle said nothing more.
All I could do was stand on a snowy field with the snow wind blowing and fiddle with my holy sword.
3.
“Perform the contract.”
“···yes?”
“It’s a saying that has been passed down through the Grace family for generations.”
Master of the North, Erjahl van Grace.
He looks at his son sitting in front of him. He is a child with greater talent than himself. A warrior with the potential to aim for the throne of superman.
“The ancestors of the ancestors, this is a word that has been passed down from the time of the ancestors, going against the grain. “It is the progenitor’s will.”
Fulfill the contract.
“The founder said, He said he had made a promise to his teacher, and that it was a contract and must be kept.”
Lark asked what it was.
“Showing pride in the face of death.”
Erjahl answered.
“In the face of death, Grace must show her pride as a warrior. May death never forget pride.”
It is a list of abstract words.
“He who knows pride and is ready to answer the question of death will be able to reach the heart of the Holy Land.”
But for some reason, Lark seemed to know what that abstraction represented. Since ancient times, there has been only one thing that symbolizes death.
“lakh.”
Eryahl looked at Rak.
“The sword of death comes to the North. This is a prophecy and a confirmed future. “I do not believe in the words of religious disputes, but I trusted our prophecies.”
Death will come to the North.
It was difficult for Erijl to think of this as a mere coincidence. This is a warrior’s intuition. And, Eryahl’s intuition was generally correct.
“I’m not telling you to stand in front of death. “If you go there now, it will be a dog’s death.”
But, said Erijl.
“Would you like to try the ordeal one more time?”
Erijl looked at his son.
Lark nodded slowly.
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“So you’re taking on the trials of the Holy Land again?”
“Yes, that’s how it happened.”
Raniel smoothed his chin.
I was already trying to recommend Lark to try the trials of the Holy Land again.
“It’s okay. I think we can go much further now than we did in the past. “You trained every day, right?”
“I practiced repeatedly near the Fountain of Mana.”
Lark nodded.
How to control the arrangement of mana, as taught by Raniel himself. Lark practiced it without missing a day. Every day for the past six months.
“Let’s go together, then.”
Raniel put down his wand.
There was a shrine not far from the Kennel snowfield where she was engraving circuits.
A place surrounded by huge trees that seem to pierce the sky, with snow and wind blowing. Raniel and Rak head to the place where Grace once walked away bleeding.
This is the moment when the two people stand at the entrance to the sacred place.
Sarah.
A ray of wind blew.
The wind that blew had a rotten smell.
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