〈 Episode 319 〉 Gray Magic Tower (2)
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There is a character named Cranbel Eleanor.
Originally, he also belonged to one of the six elders (？？) of the Gray Magic Tower, but now Cranbel is no longer bound under the name of elder. He is an elder, not an elder. He is the same as the actual magic tower lord of the Gray Magic Tower.
It has to be that way.
Cranbell has sufficient skills and accomplishments to sit as a magic tower lord. Although his qualifications were sufficient, he himself refused the position of Magic Tower Lord.
“The seat of the Gray Magic Tower is not a place for a commoner like me. If there is a person qualified to sit in this position, he or she must be a special person who is different from others.”
He doesn’t fit into this position.
There will be someone who suits you better than you.
For that reason, Krembel continued to refuse the position of Magic Tower Lord… but he did not have power, and Kranbel took on all of the tasks and responsibilities of the Magic Tower Lord. It’s annoying, cumbersome, and has no benefit, so everyone rejects it.
Because Cranbel has carried it for a long time, wizards call him Elder out of respect.
Elder of the Gray Magic Tower (？？).
It means that there is a good reason for having that name.
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Again.
The path to the top floor of the Gray Magic Tower.
The sound of shoe heels echoed through the long hallway. The sound of shoe heels echoing in succession is urgent. The interval is gradually getting shorter.
The owner of that walk is Resty Eleanor.
Her purple hair flutters.
The next Mage Tower robe she wore fluttered noisily. In recent years, Resty has been called a Sanghyeol in the Magic Tower and is considered to be like an emotionless doll. She is running through the hallways of her magic tower, out of breath.
As a secretary walking behind her, it was just embarrassing. However, considering Resty’s origins and her relationship with her elders, it is not that strange.
Resty was taken away by Cranbel Eleanoa.
Cranbel is Lesty’s adoptive father and teacher, and is like a gift to her. She is the person who first recognized her qualities in Resty and affirmed her.
That person woke up from the hospital bed.
And that too in just a few years.
Again, again.
Lesty, running with the heels of his shoes ringing, once again felt fortunate that he was now walking ahead. Because no one will see your face now.
Pop.
How long did he walk like that? Resty stopped walking. In front of the half-open door, Resty slowly caught his breath. The room where the elders stay. And, the office has been turned into a hospital room a few years ago.
I opened the half-open door wide.
There, an elderly man is sitting with his back against the bed. He was looking out the window and slowly turned his head. I opened the door and saw Resty coming in.
“Oh, Resty.”
The old man smiled kindly.
“You’ve grown a lot in the time I haven’t seen you.”
For a moment, Resty lost his breath.
She imagined this same situation several times a day. Imagine looking into the eyes of an elder who wakes up from a hospital bed and saying hello to her.
When that time really comes, how will you act, what facial expressions will you make, and what will you say?
In my imagination, I faced the elder in a way that suited me as a magic tower lord. When he woke up after a long time, he looked perfect so he wouldn’t have to worry.
Resty had imagined it so many times that he thought he could do it in real life.
“···ah.”
But, as always.
Imagination and reality are two different things.
Resty slowly raised his arm and stroked my face. It’s not easy to even manage your facial expressions, let alone look perfect. No matter how much they try to be adults, children are always just children in front of their parents.
“Yes, Elder.”
Resty barely managed to get his voice out.
“It’s been a really long time.”
She said that while smiling awkwardly.
2.
“You say the elder woke up from his sick bed.”
Raniel blinked at Roselle’s words.
As an elder, there is only one person he calls an elder. Raniel asked Rosell.
“Are you Mr. Cranbel?”
Roselle nodded.
Cranbel Eleanor.
An elder who had been lying in a hospital bed for a long time opened his eyes. After waking up from the hospital, my physical condition is recovering quickly. Rossel briefly summarized the news and delivered it…
“…I guess it’s impossible?”
Raniel muttered briefly.
“What did you mean?”
“If I remember correctly, isn’t the disease you have… not something that can be cured?”
She said, pressing my chest.
“Why, you say that. “My soul is sick.”
There is an expression that the soul is sick.
It is a symptom that mainly affects magicians, but it is also a disease that occurs when walking on a magic path for a long time. It is a disease for which neither the cause nor the cure is known.
“I remember the elder was there too.”
“It was like that.”
“By the way, you woke up from the hospital bed?”
“That’s right.”
“Uhm…”
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Raniel smoothed his chin.
‘Something···.’
It’s definitely good news.
Elder Cranbel Eleanor is one of the few people that Raniel personally respects. She is a person who is faithful to her duty as a magician, regardless of her origin or status.
Since such a person woke up from a hospital bed, it must be good news…
‘Something feels a bit off.’
Strangely enough, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of discomfort.
The case that Kalt handled recently, as well as the events that coincide in time, keep giving Raniel strange thoughts.
“So, I’m thinking of going to the Gray Magic Tower now. Do you want to go too?”
“Well, I’ll go separately later.”
“okay. I get it.”
Roselle left for a while.
Raniel slowly stood up. And then she also headed to the Gray Magic Tower. Toward the bottom of the gray magic tower, not the top.
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An underground waterway flowing beneath the Gray Magic Tower.
“I brought you here as you asked.”
Kalt kneeled the warlock in front of Raniel.
“We are investigating, but nothing has been revealed yet. “Because they are so thorough…”
“okay?”
Raniel glanced at the warlock out of the corner of his eye.
His arms are hanging limply, as if his shoulders have been pulled out, and there is a gag in his mouth. It seemed like she had taken measures to prevent me from reciting spells.
‘Even my fingers are tied.’
Anyway, they seem to know how to beat wizards well. Raniel let out a short sigh and gestured to Kalt.
“At least take off the gag. “First of all, let’s get them to talk.”
Kalt removed the gag without saying anything.
Even if it is a measure, it is ultimately to prepare for an emergency situation. As long as the Gray Wizard is here, it will be impossible to create variables through magical means, no matter how much that Warlock can crawl.
“You’re like a slave to a dirty, dirty planet!”
As soon as the gag was removed, the wizard screamed.
“end! The promised end is coming. You star believers will be helpless in the face of the apocalypse. “You…”
Raniel laughed as he pointed his finger at the man who raised his voice.
“Hey, how are the lines so similar?”
“That’s right. It hasn’t changed in recent years. The apocalypse, the star, the end to him. “At this point, I think there’s at least a set script.”
From the perspective of a warlock, it may be a plausible sentence made by combining words that seem relevant, but from the perspective of Raniel and Kalt, who have tried many doomsday theorists, it is just a story they have always heard.
“hey.”
Raniel touched the warlock with his toe.
“I don’t have much talent for interrogation or anything like that. “I can’t be bothered to turn it off, and I’m not good at putting it on.”
So, while muttering that, Raniel bent down on his knees and was eye level with the warlock. Normally, if they were moderately scolded like this, the warlocks would be terrified and tell everything they had.
The Gray Wizard, Raniel Van Trias.
Because ‘how’ he dealt with traitors was quite famous among warlocks. Thinking that it would happen again this time, Raniel tapped the warlock’s shoulder without thinking and said.
“I’m only good at asking questions…”
“The bitch is just running her mouth.”
The warlock raised the corner of his mouth.
And then he spat out spit mixed with blood. Although the spit did not reach Raniel, the warlock placed significance on the very act of spitting.
Raniel’s eyebrows moved.
“What did you say?”
“Are you deaf?”
The warlock spoke again out loud.
“He said she was a bitch who only talks. Don’t you have any talent for hand-to-hand combat? Can’t you interrogate? under! Just the right amount of bravado…”
Raniel sighed, “Come.”
“You crazy bastard, is this?”
How on earth are you doing this?
Raniel mumbled and pulled on his gloves, but Kalt slowly turned his gaze to the side. From long ago, Raniel was famous for not having any talent for interrogation.
Interrogation is seeking out information from the other person.
What Raniel is doing is closer to torture than interrogation. And, Kalt also knew that usually in those cases, the other person would become a half-asshole before revealing the information.
‘This interrogation was also poor.’
Kalt is thinking like that.
Wow!
The warlock’s head whipped around.
Several teeth protruded from its mouth and flew through the air.
3.
Warlock Jakel blinked.
What just happened?
I had no feeling in my cheeks. I don’t feel any pain, but when I look down, bloody saliva is flowing. Where does it lead?
‘My mouth.’
Spit mixed with blood flows from his mouth.
My lips are cracked and when I move my jaw, I feel a foreign body sensation and a sense of discomfort. It was only then that Jaquel noticed that several of his teeth were broken and moving around his mouth.
“Whoop,” someone grabbed Jacquel’s hair.
“Raise your head.”
And it forces you to raise your head.
Thus, Jacquel makes eye contact with the girl in front of him again. She is a girl who appears to be a lady from a noble family. A girl who looked funny because her tone of voice and gestures seemed to be imitating a strong man.
When he first saw her, Jaquel thought the girl had either just joined the Hound or was on a field trip. Because the gesture was too clumsy to be considered a hound.
but···.
“I don’t talk for long.”
Jaquel meets the girl’s eyes.
“Why did you choose this place, what did you do here, and when did you start doing it?”
The cold blue eyes are shining.
“Explain.”
Jackel feels instinctive fear in his eerie blue eyes. Even as his chin trembles, Jaquel senses that this situation should not be dragged out for too long.
He slowly moved his tied fingers.
It was a spell he tried to save until the end, but Jaquel, whose judgment was clouded by fear, tried to activate the spell right away. This is the moment when you try to touch the ground with your finger.
Kwasik!
“Kaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
The heel of Raniel’s shoe trampled on Jacquel’s finger.
The girl didn’t just step on it, she dragged the soles of her shoes on the floor as if she was crushing them. Jacquel’s fingers also twisted this way and that.
“Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!”
The moment Jackel groaned and lowered his head, the girl’s hand grabbed Jackel’s hair again. She forces the gaze to be directed towards herself.
“Don’t be foolish.”
Jaquel grits his teeth.
With sparks of pain flying before his eyes, Jaquel rolls his tongue. This is a yard where numbers have run out. Jaquel immediately made up his mind.
‘It’s better than being tortured and losing information…’
I would rather choose suicide.
“Ugh,” Jaquel chewed his tongue. Taking this as a signal, the engraved spell shines.
“To the slaves of the stars…”
Jackel widens his eyes and raises the corners of his mouth.
The circuit engraved on the tongue blinked. A burst of light leaks out of Jaquel’s eyes and ears, and this is the moment when the flash of light is about to turn into an explosion. Jaquel spoke what would be his last words.
“The mace of the great prophet…”
However, those words cannot forget the end.
“It’s so damn bad.”
With a “squeak,” Raniel’s hand grasped Jacquel’s chin and mouth at once. Then, he swung his hand and hit Jacquel’s head on the floor.
Quang!
The shock that shook his head caused Jaquel’s vision to blink for a moment, and when his vision returned to normal, he realized that his spell had been stolen.
“The methods are all the same. “They cut it apart as if it’s hiding something, but when it breaks down, it chews its tongue and tries to die.”
She got tired of it and pointed to her palm.
There, the mana that Jaquel had been trying to use to commit suicide is concentrated there. Just by squeezing it, Raniel nullifies the spell.
“Will that work?”
Scattering spells.
“Do you think it will work?”
Raniel sighed briefly.
Even the last move he had prepared for suicide was gone. Jackel doesn’t know what that means.
“You can’t die.”
She looks straight at Jaquel.
Blue eyes were curved like half moons.
“Until it all blows.”
The eyes were like a nightmare.
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fantasy,
