〈 Episode 310 〉 What the stars wish for (3)
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The madman, Kelhalm, looks up at the sky.
What is reflected in the gray eyes is a dragon flying in the sky. It should be called the Cursed Dragon, a terrible creature created by scraping together human corpses.
‘You brought a dead animal back to life and bound it to this world with crushed human resentment so that it could neither die nor live.’
This is truly something that damn bitch would do.
Kelhalm felt the chains binding his heart creaking. It has to be that way. Because the spheres that make up the curse dragon’s wings reminded Kelhalm of the past.
Those who can neither live nor die.
Those whose bodies have all been crushed and reduced to something screaming.
Kelhalm knows those who have changed like that.
I know it very well. A hundred years ago, many people in his homeland changed like that. Kelhalm will never forget the water that flowed through the stream at that time.
Terrible stench.
A resounding scream.
Students and colleagues crawling on the floor and breaking down.
His heart was pounding loudly, but Kelhalm captured his emotions with a short breath. She has been living with madness for over a hundred years. Controlling emotions and making cool-headed judgments are Kelrhalm’s specialties.
Keying.
The moment Kelhelm launches the circuit, the curse dragon reacts.
The flames in the gaping maw aim at Kelhalm. But Kelhalm has no intention of avoiding it. Kelhalm draws a finger in the air.
Charalaralalalak!
One circuit divides into dozens, and from tens to hundreds again. Hundreds of finely divided circuits brightly illuminate the area. The sign of the cross appears between the eyes of the ghoul that was biting the knights and refugees.
“I guess it was made to respond to orders.”
Kelhalm swung his finger.
“If you can, try it.”
Hundreds of circuits emit light simultaneously.
The curse dragon shoots out heat rays and burns dozens of circuits, but even if hundreds of them are erased, no significant changes occur.
Flash!
Hundreds of circuits emit light.
In a chaotic battlefield where enemies and allies are mixed, Kelhalm’s spell explodes only the ghoul’s head. Hundreds of beams of light sweep across the battlefield.
It is a surprisingly sophisticated spell.
There are no ghouls left where the spell swept over. While the knights are shocked, Kelhalm only sees the cursed dragon still flying in the sky.
‘Even if it’s broken, does that mean it’s a disaster?’
Half of the hundreds of circuits were aimed at ghouls, and the remaining half were aimed at curse dragons. Even though it is pierced by hundreds of beams of light, the cursed dragon flying in the sky is fine.
Tsk, Kelhalm clicked his tongue briefly.
The scales of the black dragon Belial would repel most spells. It seems like the black dragon’s cub inherited that damn resistance intact.
‘but···.’
Kelhalm’s eyes narrowed.
‘It’s not like there’s no effect at all.’
At first glance, it looks fine, but there are big and small holes in the curse dragon’s wings. Although it was recovered quickly, it means that the attack just now was meaningful. From that fact, Kelhalm derives one piece of information.
The flying curse dragon is imperfect.
During the battle to subdue the apostates, the Gray Wizard predicted that when the Cursed Dragon was completed, it would become a disaster comparable to the Black Dragon. Kelhalm also agrees with that prediction. However, the cursed dragon floating in front of me is far inferior to the black dragon.
That one wasn’t completed.
It is clear that it is a familiar made in the style of an apostate, but it is not a familiar that was completed over sufficient time. It feels like it was put out in a hurry.
“It seems like you were in quite a hurry.”
Kelhalm let out a short breath.
Gletus, the apostate.
I once heard that she was on the verge of being subjugated by Galahal. Did she say that she drove her holy spear into that heart? Indeed, it appears that Galahal’s sacrifice was not meaningless.
Still, it’s difficult to deal with…
‘It’s not like there’s no way.’
Kelhalm looked back at himself without saying a word.
There is a possibility left there by the warrior Galahal. An essential entity to deal with the cursed dragon. However, Kelhalm’s expression as he looks at the girl is not very good.
It’s not just because she resembles an apostate.
“Did you say Chloe?”
Kelhalm frowned and opened his mouth.
“Are you thinking about committing suicide?”
2.
“Are you thinking about committing suicide?”
Chloe flinched and trembled at a single word from Kelhalm. Chloe was about to say something.
“The duty of a warrior, the duty to answer the sacrifice, the responsibility to answer the screams. “If you’re going to say something like that, stop it.”
Chloe, deprived of anything to say, kept her mouth shut.
Kelhalm swung his finger, launching dozens of circuits around him. The moment the curse dragon is about to make an offering, Kelhalm intervenes in the transaction and prevents the completion of the spell.
Kelhalm continues speaking while blocking the curse dragon.
“What is sublime is good. It is also good to have the attitude to repay sacrifice. That is my attitude as a warrior, and I have no intention of criticizing it. “You have a great attitude.”
However, said Kelhalm.
“Judge what is possible and what is impossible.”
He looks straight at Chloe.
“Sometimes you have to challenge the impossible. But that’s what you should do when you can leave something behind by sacrificing yourself. “Look around.”
Chloe looked around.
Many people are running away.
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“Do you think they will be able to survive here if you sacrifice yourself? Do you think you can take down that dragon? Look properly and judge properly. “A wizard is someone who must always be cool-headed.”
He waved his hand.
Once again, dozens of circuits shine.
“Irresponsible and worthless sacrifice is nothing but suicide. It’s an act of dishonor to those who sacrificed themselves to save you. “If you die here…”
“···i know.”
Chloe interrupted Kelhalm.
“I know, I do.”
Chloe knows the hero who sacrificed himself for her.
He also knows that if he dies here, Galahal’s sacrifice will fade. However, Chloe cannot ignore her duties as a warrior at the same time.
“Then how…”
“Anguish.”
Kelhalm said.
“Weigh the possible and the impossible. Judge for yourself. Think. I’m not saying you should give up because it’s impossible. “I’m asking you to find another way.”
Run away, choose a different path, use any number of means to find possibilities. This is advice and experience from Kelhalm, who has lived for a hundred years.
“There’s no way you can find the answer by rushing in blindly. “If you don’t want to regret it for a hundred years like I did, think and act properly.”
So that you don’t regret it.
Kelhalm looks forward again. I see the curse dragon preparing a huge spell with its mouth open.
“If you understand, move.”
He says with his back to me.
“It will buy you time, so find the answer. If you want to fulfill your obligations, prove yourself.”
Even in this situation, it feels like a class. Chloe stood up as she felt the familiar figure of the professor behind Kelhalm. She suddenly looked next to me.
“…I had a lot to say.”
There is Belnoa, staggering to his feet.
“That person told me everything.”
Belnoir sighed and stroked his blood-soaked hair. The eyes revealed thus are clear. Belnoir looked at Chloe.
“You’re not planning on running away, are you?”
“huh. Even Belnoara…”
“Shall I run away? “Leaving you alone?”
Belnoa let out a bitter laugh.
“You can’t die until I die.”
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Raniel poured a potion on Lark.
He just lost consciousness, but his life didn’t seem to be in danger. Her broken bones can be repaired slowly later.
“Good job, Lark.”
Raniel let out a faint laugh.
Raniel gives heartfelt praise to Lark, who trembled in fear but swung his sword at Death. Because of that blow, his spell worked on Death… and Kyle’s blow was able to reach Death.
Raniel turned his head and looked back.
There is a great sword stuck in the snowy field.
The first holy sword and the great sword that Ganicalt used during his days as a warrior. Lark pulled it out from the center of the sacred site. I’ll have to hear about that later.
‘···How can we talk about that?’
Should I leave Lark here until he comes to his senses?
It was around this time that Raniel was thinking about it.
The first holy sword turned into a cluster of stars. A group of transformed stars gently wrapped around Lark’s left hand. Just like warriors summoning star weapons.
“···huh.”
Raniel let out a short breath.
Apparently, the first holy sword recognized Lark as its owner. The moment Raniel tried to carry Lark on his back, Raniel’s robe trembled loudly.
What rings is the Holy Grail (??).
The Holy Grail is ringing loudly, as if the opportunity to challenge the next test has been given. Raniel lets out a faint smile at his student’s growth.
“There will be a lot of work to do when I get back.”
Raniel mumbles and walks away.
How many steps did he walk like that? Raniel stopped walking due to the blowing wind. Raniel feels familiar in the texture of the blowing wind.
A dry wind blowing through the cool snow breeze.
That strange wind is something Raniel is familiar with. Because it was the wind that he had to feel exhausted from the battle with the black dragon. Raniel’s eyes narrowed.
“······.”
She sees where the wind blows.
The wind was blowing from very far away.
3.
Kelhalm has joined, but the situation is still unfavorable. The madman doesn’t show it, but Belnoa has noticed that fact for a long time.
‘···It’s just taking time.’
It is exactly as Kelhalm said.
He just wastes time. Protecting refugees from the ghouls scattered by the Curse Dragon and blocking the Curse Dragon’s spell.
That’s the role Kelhalm takes on, and he does a great job of it. No one has died since Kelhalm joined.
The ghouls are wiped out, and the curse dragon’s spell is unable to produce its full power due to Kelrhalm’s interference.
‘but···.’
It can’t be like that forever.
Kelhalm is also human. There is a limit to the amount of mana, and no matter how efficiently you handle it, the end will come.
Before that, we need to find the answer.
Belnoa looks next to me.
Chloe is also searching for answers in her own way. The circuit she draws is different from before. She is carving her circuits in a cold sweat. She tries to move forward again.
‘···me too.’
Belnoa looks at his broken finger.
I wrote everything I could.
If you do any more than this, your finger will be completely ripped out. The worries didn’t last long. Belnoa bit his broken finger.
Crack, cluck.
Fingers are pulled out.
Belnoir opens his eyes in pain as his vision blinks. My tattered index finger went limp. A shadow flows down from the index finger that looks as if it could be torn off at any moment.
Offering.
It is the moment to put pain on the scale. Belnoir inadvertently looked at the scale that appeared before his eyes. It is different from the scales used by wizards.
···The world says that the scales used by sorcerers are nothing more than an imitation of the scales used by wizards.
It is not as clean as the wizard’s scale, nor is it directly connected to the stars. So, compared to true balance, it is insignificant. The shaman’s scales have been expressed that way for hundreds of years.
However, at this moment, Belnoir has doubts.
‘···What I saw that day.’
What I saw in the Holy Grail that day.
What the sorcerer, who identified himself as Belial, showed to Belnoa… was by no means an imitation. It was a scale that went in a different direction from the wizard’s scale and reached its extreme.
Something essentially different.
Pursuing a different direction.
『A shaman’s scale is nothing more than an imitation of a wizard’s scale.』
Belnoa shakes off the incorrect common sense that has been stuck in his head without his knowledge. In his consciousness, driven to the limit and clouded, Belle Noah tears down the tower he had built his entire life. Then, he starts building again from scratch.
The pursuit of witchcraft is different from magic.
Magic is praying to the stars.
So, what does witchcraft originate from?
“You already know the answer, boy.”
Someone’s voice rang in my ears.
The voice I heard during the ordeal.
An ancient shaman who pursued shadow magic to its extreme whispered into Belnoa’s ear.
“The most perfect creature that ever existed on this earth.”
“A primordial creature that lived in an era older than the stars.”
Shadow dragon.
Shadow dragon’s spell.
Belnoa opened his eyes, which had been closed for some time.
Geek.
The scale in front of my eyes tilts arbitrarily.
What is contained there is not starlight.
A wandering shadow surrounds the scales.
【Child, tell me what you wish for.】
A voice rang in Belnoa’s ears.
It was the voice of someone hearing it for the first time.
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