The root of the world tree, the sacred place of life.
Before leaving the room, Raniel took out a potion bottle and filled it with water flowing through the water channel. One of the reasons I came here was to obtain the essence of life.
Wiggle.
The roots of the world tree were shaking with a very bitter look, but Raniel didn’t care about the movement of the roots and took out another potion bottle and filled it up.
“He said he was going to save the world, so please cooperate. It’s not like it wears out just because you use it…”
There’s a place for it all.
While mumbling that, Raniel filled up three potion bottles. Since this was part of a promise made to Orvel, the roots of the World Tree also seemed to be displeased and just fluttered around Raniel.
The ones residing at the roots of the World Tree are fairies and spirits who love the forest, and since they could not detect ‘impure intentions’ from the woman in front of them, they stared at her in silence.
“Tsk.”
Raniel opened the door to the sanctuary with a full potion bottle tied to his waist. Just before leaving the sanctuary, Raniel looked back at Kyle and Sarah one last time.
“Anyway.”
A light, easy-going laugh.
With that smile, Raniel looked forward again. Before he got really busy, he looked back at everything he needed to look at. Now it was time to go back.
To the stage where you belong.
So, to the battlefield.
* * *
“Did you have a good chat?”
“okay. I had a hard time taking it off. “They kept holding on to my ankles, telling me to stay a little longer.”
Cardi shook her head, looking a little tired.
“So, what about you, Raniel?”
“what?”
Cardi pointed to Raniel’s face.
A face that looks more relaxed than usual.
It was the face of someone who seemed to have resolved his concerns.
“Your face has brightened up a bit.”
“For the past three years, I have done everything I thought I should do when I have time.”
I came to see the teacher, and also checked the condition of the kites who were sleeping. For some reason, even his gait became a little lighter, and Raniel let out a long breath.
“Now I have to go back to the battlefield.”
The way out of Yggdrasil.
“by the way.”
Raniel, who was walking ahead, turned around and looked at Cardi. With a playful look on her face she opened her mouth.
“How do you feel? “I am returning to the battlefield.”
Hundreds of years have passed, and we return to the battlefield.
It was something I never dared imagine. Cardi shrugged his shoulders as he reflected on the opportunity he had been given.
“Time is indifferent. “Because I am no longer an archmage or a great sage.”
“But the knowledge remains, right?”
Raniel smiled.
“I already told Resty. “A distant senior will return to the Magic Tower.”
The first gray magic tower lord, Armiel.
There is no wizard in the Gray Magic Tower who does not know that name. He is a legendary wizard and the person who laid the foundation for today’s Magic Tower.
“The facilities will be sufficient, so there…”
“Yes, there.”
Cardi took over the conversation.
“That means you just have to prepare for that day.”
6 months from now.
While waiting for the day when what he has built up will come to fruition, Cardi will once again devote himself to research. To achieve a wish that could not be achieved in the past.
‘and···.’
To put an end to research that could not be completed.
“I’m going to be busy for a while.”
“You look happy just to say that?”
Raniel pointed to Cardi’s face.
Cardi’s golden eyes are smiling with a relaxed expression. The characteristic lethargy that seemed to have always been in those eyes, like resignation, was no longer felt.
“You should be happy.”
Cardi laughed.
“To me, all of this is like a miracle.”
Light laughter, not ridicule.
As Cardi walked, he remembered the past. He looked back on the many paths he had taken. Could he have imagined a future like this when he signed a contract at the Northern Tower hundreds of years ago?
‘No, I guess I didn’t think of it.’
He would have dismissed it, saying it wasn’t a joke.
It’s a ridiculous story.
They would have ridiculed it as a vain story.
‘Stories like that…’
It’s becoming realistic now.
Not by chance, but by my own efforts, I have entered the realm of inevitability. Cardi van Armiel smiled with satisfaction at that fact.
The wizard who had been chasing only vain things for over a thousand years realized that what he was looking at was not just vain things. What exists in reality. An ending within reach. so······.
“You have to try.”
“Okay, try hard.”
Raniel turned around again.
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With his gray hair swaying in the wind, Cardi’s eyes suddenly turned to Raniel’s waist. A clinking potion bottle. Cardi asked a question, pointing to a potion bottle containing the energy of the World Tree.
“But why did you bring that with you?”
“I have something to use.”
Raniel said, tapping the potion bottle hanging on his waist.
“I’m going to use it on that guy Kalt.”
“Are you talking about that hound?”
“uh. It looks like he’s going to have more things to do. But, there’s nothing special about him, right?”
He did not have the healing power of a warrior, received the blessing of the Shadow Dragon Lord, much less possessed the first holy sword. In short, it also meant that there was a lack of means to quickly treat injuries.
“I might collapse soon, so I need to take care of something good for my body. I don’t really take care of things like this, but he said I should take care of him. “I heard your eyes are puffy?”
It’s like seeing a living zombie.
I was worried that I might collapse like that.
“That, Raniel.”
While glancing at Raniel who was muttering, Cardi inadvertently blurted out a word.
“···If you’re that worried, shouldn’t you just reduce your workload?”
A very obvious question.
But there was no answer back.
Raniel did not answer any questions, but just said this while fiddling with the potion hanging on his waist.
I heard that this also has a fatigue recovery effect.
2.
“Wow.”
“Why are you suddenly falling, bro?”
“well. I suddenly feel chills. “It’s not even that cold.”
“Isn’t someone watching?”
“Hey, who sees my scars?”
Kalt let out a laugh.
“I’m working so hard.”
On top of the Demon King’s pile of sashimi.
Kalt, who was sitting on the corpse, tapped the pile of corpses with his knife sheath. The silver-white blade was covered with blood and flesh and turned dark red.
“Has that been sorted out as well, Kariot?”
“Do you think it happened somehow?”
Immortality, Cariot.
The paladin who had ascended to the position of a superman laughed bitterly, pointing at the corpses of the Demon King’s army piled up behind him.
“It’s a lot slower than my brother, though.”
They both reached superhuman status around the same time.
However, after being deployed in the same operations as Kalt again and again, Kariot felt something was off. It is a feeling of discomfort and alienation to the prosecutor called Kalt.
Although sword skills are not necessarily determined by time, Kariot has been swinging a sword for a long time. Sword (劍) means that one is quite confident in the weapon. Even more so now that he has reached the position of a superman.
but···.
There was something different about that swordsman burning tobacco on a pile of ashtrays. Hound, Kalt. A human who became a superhuman at a young age and survived after encountering disasters several times.
There’s something different about that young swordsman.
When did you first feel that sense of strangeness?
It was probably the day of the second mock battle with Kalt. A mock battle that trains the senses of a superhuman by giving and receiving sums. In the first mock battle, Kariot clashed swords with Kalt for quite a long time.
Although they were defeated in the end, it was not a crushing defeat.
A mistake or a narrow difference in agreement.
Cariot thought that he might be able to predict victory the next time he fights. With that thought in mind, he held the second mock battle a few days later…
Kaang!
Kariot was defeated in just three rounds.
Kariot, who operates based on immortality, did not use confident tactics, but he never expected to be defeated so miserably.
At that time, Kariot felt a sense of discomfort.
It’s not that Kalt’s movements have gotten faster. The perfection of swordsmanship did not increase in just a few days. What determines victory or defeat is simpler than that…
“Looking at you, you look so unique.”
“yes? “What do you mean?”
Kariot pointed his cross sword at Kalt.
“That demonic beast sitting down. Sandworm.”
“Oh, you mean this?”
Kalt stabbed the sandworm’s body with his sword.
Kariot continued speaking while green-colored blood spurted out.
“Didn’t you say those guys were annoying during the last battle? It’s annoying to catch because it keeps burrowing under the ground. That’s why it takes so long.”
“It was like that.”
“But today you changed it as soon as you met him?”
Kariot clearly saw the sandworm that had dug into the sand being cut into pieces with a single swing, although he didn’t know what kind of coordination he was using. A sight that feels strange even when you see it.
“How on earth did you do this?”
“Don’t sandworms have habits too?”
Kalt muttered, exhaling a long puff of smoke.
“The point of digging into the desert, the point of jumping out, the point of overlap with the ground shaking. I observed this during the last battle. When I looked closely, I noticed that there were some repetitive parts. Based on that, I made some predictions this time.”
“···okay? “I couldn’t see it.”
“First of all, isn’t my class called Tracker? “I guess I lost my habit of doing background checks.”
If you just look at it, there is something you can read.
Kariot gave a puzzled expression as he saw Kalt answering that question. There is no way it would be easy to figure out the habits of a magical beast in just one battle. If it were that easy, Sandworm wouldn’t have become so infamous.
“Anyway, he’s an opponent I don’t want to fight with multiple times.”
Kariot shook his head.
Yes, this is the essence of heterogeneity.
The swordsman, a swordsman and tracker, boasts an overwhelming win rate against targets he has fought with even once. This is because he sees through the habits of battle that have been solidified over many years and precisely digs into the cracks.
Change the sword’s trajectory with one strike.
Creating a gap in separation.
Kariot clearly remembers the sight of Kalt aiming his sword at the back of his neck in three strikes. She also has those creepy eyes.
As I was thinking about that creepy sight, the figure of Kalt, chain-smoking, came into view. Kalt was looking at the sky with wide eyes, and he seemed to be feeling helpless about everything in the world.
“···Why are you so sore, bro?”
“Kariot, I am.”
There is no life in that voice.
It looks like priests will actually take damage if they heal. Kalt said, rubbing his puffy eyes.
“There is one senior I really respect. “He’s someone I really respect…”
···I think I know who that is.
“He said he would build a building in the royal capital on the day I retire. In my name. It’s a really big building too. Ah, a building that will be passed down from generation to generation. “Isn’t it enormous?”
Kalt laughed. A laugh bordering on empty laughter.
“These days, I find strength imagining that building. When I think of the building, I get motivated. Ah, the gold-plated building. A building as large as the Magic Tower. “I’m sure you can give us that much…”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, what a wonderful building you are planning to build…”
Kalt staggered to his feet.
“Sometimes I wonder if they are asking me to do this much work.”
Kalt held a letter in his hand.
『4th Front, join Krempelia.』
A letter listing the battlefield we should head to next.
“I’ll go first…”
Kariot clicked his tongue as he glanced at the back of Kalt, who was walking unsteadily. My young friend is having a hard time.
3.
4th Front, Krempelia.
“You know, Lark.”
This is Saint Natina.
“We’ve known each other for a while, right? You deserve to be called a colleague, right? At this point, we’re soul mates, right? “Isn’t that right?”
Under the moonlit night.
“That’s what I mean.”
She said in a whisper.
“Shall we date?”
fantasy,
