Chapter 377
Ergé was a strong enough opponent to kill the member prepared by Shin Hayun in one go, and he was also a member of Rebellion.
Even Sumire, who had become noticeably stronger, was a burdensome opponent.
“Well, if it’s a deal… … .”
“Oh, you seem interested? Is it okay to agree to an enemy’s deal? “I am the infamous Rebellion.”
“Whoa, tell me what you want first!”
Sumire stuttered as she spoke in an uncharacteristically strong tone. This time, Velvet’s safety was at stake, so the idea was not to belittle the other person, but Hergé just found it funny.
“… … I’m quite interested in you. It feels like there are two scents of Mana instead of one… … . “It’s been a while since we’ve seen a case like this.”
Clo, who had unintentionally overheard the conversation, was driven crazy by Hergé’s sudden behavior.
-Herge! What do you mean, dealing with the enemy? Let me warn you again!
Pick!
As Chloe’s voice grew louder, Ergé turned off the communication with a noisy face. There are no intruders now.
“What we, Rebellion, want is a huge vessel containing mana. If it’s an intact dragon heart, it might be fine, but if it’s split into several branches like this… … “It doesn’t have to be the dragon’s.”
Erze looked at Sumire and made blood-red mana bloom on the palm of his hand. Pssss – When the fog-like mana cleared with the sound of the wind falling, what was revealed was a red glass work.
“This is a similar item to the Glass Heart you are looking for. “It is an artifact that seals mana and turns it into a magic tool.”
“… … “So, are you saying that I have to sacrifice myself to save Velvet?”
Ergé burst out laughing when he saw Sumire’s stern expression.
“Aha! I am not a very heartless person either. That kind of transaction doesn’t make sense. What I want is another being hidden in your body… … .”
Ergé’s index finger pointed at Sumire, but he did not point to Sumire. It is unclear whose side Ergé is on, but he pointed to another mana blooming from Sumire’s body.
“This seal is just an ordinary piece of glass right now, but if I were to put that piece in it, it would become quite a classy collectible.”
Another heterogeneous mana.
The meaning of what Hergé was pointing out was clear. What Hergé wanted was Laplace’s personality in Sumire’s body.
However, for Sumire, Laplace was not an object that could be exchanged with others. He was someone who always took his side and was an experienced mentor who guided his inexperienced self.
“… … What resides in my body is not a simple fragment or mana. He clearly has character, will and soul. “It’s not something you can give away like an object.”
Sumire was adamant.
It was ridiculous to treat Laplace, his friend, and Laplace, who had an ego, as an object. But Hergé only let out a faint sneer.
“Hmm, it’s the will and soul of Pyeonlin… … . “Even if I give in a hundred times and say what you say is right, what’s the point in that?”
piece.
Fragments are fragments of memory. Although it embodies the original’s thoughts and personality close to 100%, Hergé did not treat it as a human being.
“Even if it is said to imitate a human being, an adaptation is ultimately a fake that merely embodies the original. “It’s just a piece of data, not a human being.”
I remember the original life, but what is a life that I know is fake? This was a topic Sumire had never thought about.
How would Laplace respond if he were hearing this story?
“It would be a pity if you thought that piece of data was your friend. Hehe, can you call me stupid or pitiful… … .”
Sumire felt worse when Hergé laughed at his friend Laplace than when he treated her like a fool.
“Well, what’s so bad about that?”
If we can talk together, share our feelings, and be valued, what is that but a human being, what is that but a friend?
“If there were a self that could think… … .”
Sumire retorted again for Laplace, but before she could finish her sentence, she was blocked by another rebuttal from Hergé.
“The self is not the exclusive property of humans. Even low-level summons like golems and familiars have egos.”
“Well, I still remember!”
Sumire shouted in anger, but Erze was unperturbed.
“Rather, it is proof that your imaginary friend is a poor piece of data. Just because you have memories from when you were alive doesn’t make you human. “How is that any different from the files on your computer?”
Rather, he stepped on it perfectly so that the opponent could not refute it.
“It is a one-sided relationship that is parasitic on you, not a friend. “What kind of person is Data who cannot exist alone?”
Sumire looked at the back of her hand in silence. She must have been emotionally agitated without realizing it, and the pattern on the back of her hand was glowing purple.
“… … okay.”
“It looks like you figured it out right away. “You’re smarter than you think for your dull appearance.”
Sumire slowly approached Erze. Ergé, who thought he had complied with his wishes, smiled in satisfaction, and Sumire’s face could hardly tell what he was feeling.
Saaa-
The wind blew in the field.
Sumire only looked at Ergé even as her hair was blowing in the wind.
“… … You are right.”
It would be a lie to say I wasn’t shaken, but it wasn’t difficult to put my mind in order.
There is no right answer to the choice, but if you have a standard in your mind and believe in your own feelings, the best is possible. Sumire slowly extended her hand towards the red piece of glass and opened her mouth.
“Humans are so stupid and weak.”
At first glance, it seemed like I agreed with Hergé’s words. He seemed to be blaming himself, calling himself an idiot.
“We give meaning to flowers blooming in the field and give names to dolls made of cotton.”
However, Sumire was stronger than Ergé thought.
“But it is possible to believe that the flowers in the field are valuable and to believe that a doll that is nothing more than a ball of cotton is a friend.”
Sumire did not waver, nor did she break down. Hergé said that Laplace was nothing more than a piece of data with her original memories, but she called him her friend.
“That love can even be felt by a foolish and weak person like me… … “Because it makes you stronger.”
Sumire’s hand touched.
“I don’t care if you think I’m stupid. “Being able to cherish and love something is proof that you are a person with a beating heart.”
However, what the hand touched was Hergé’s body, not Yuri.
“… … I can never lose to you who treats others like fools and cannot love anything. “Neither Velvet nor Laplace will ever be taken away!”
Sumire shouted and at the same time, Hwaaah! A purple storm arose with a sound.
“Space barrier. “The land of plague.”
The turnaround has begun.
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“You-!”
Hergé was furious at the fact that he had been tricked and looked for the Glass Heart he was holding earlier. However, Glass Heart was not in Hergé’s hands. Of course, it wasn’t just the belongings that changed.
“… … “Where?”
Hergé looked around.
The creeping smell of death and purple mana. The owner of this land, the Plague Witch, was waiting so eagerly for Ergé.
“I bet you didn’t know that you would come out and see me in person like this.”
Hergé turned his head towards the voice. What awaited Hergé there was the smiling face of Sumire, sitting on the throne looking down at him.
“My name is the Plague Witch. Laplace. “It’s the ‘piece’ you’ve been wanting so much for.”
“… … It’s a name I’ve heard of before. “One of the witches of disaster, the original danger level is level 7.”
The vampire of Rebellion and the witch of Gaon faced each other.
Basically, both Sumire and Ergé had characteristics based on the principles of black magic, so they were deeply influenced by the ‘catalyst’.
Herje, a blood magician, uses blood.
Sumire, a necromancer, is a familiar.
If a battle is fought, a war of attrition is inevitable. In the worst case, you could lose all the blood you had saved or all your precious familiars could be reverse summoned.
However, a ceasefire is only possible when one side bends its will.
“But that’s the original story. “Could your poor vessels and sculptures be able to imitate the original?”
Hergé laughed at Laplace.
“Well, talk more. “A scared dog barks louder.”
Laplace laughed at Hergé. The tense atmosphere between the two was like a tense bow before letting go of a protest.
“… … The fishy smell of blood emanates from all over the body. Are you a vampire? Or are you just a person who uses blood magic?”
The land of death shook at Laplace’s gesture. Dead but sleepless ghosts cried out to the sky, while Dullahan and Succubus Queen Lilith raised their heads and knelt next to the throne.
“He’s human, but he enjoys sucking blood, so let’s say it’s both.”
However, it is the same for Herge to use a familiar. She, a level 7, raised a large army using the blood she had accumulated through blood absorption.
Level 6 hunters, including Yuwol, and a human-shaped boss mob holding a sword were also seen. Hergé was able to create a doppelganger, although it was a downgrade, by analyzing the power of the person he had sucked blood from.
Of course, the one that stands out the most is the blood dragon, which has scales as crimson as a rose.
“Are you really planning on fighting me?”
Grinning – Hergé asked with a leisurely smile. Laplace said while stroking Bone Dragon’s head.
“It’s your choice. If you get scared and run away, I won’t catch you. Of course, Glass Heart was ours from the beginning. “I have no intention of returning it.”
“Wow, you’re so arrogant. … … “On a fake topic.”
“… … “You can say whatever you want.”
It was no wonder when war broke out between the two camps. It was clear that if either of them gave a signal, the land of death where they were standing would truly be covered in blood and death.
But Hergé knew. That is why the profit margin is not right.
For Sumire, the Glass Heart is an important matter that depends on Velvet’s life, but for Ergé, it is just one of the artifacts.
Ergé was not loyal to Rebellion to the point of sacrificing his own troops to save the artifact.
“… … Well, that’s it. Because my excitement has cooled. “I’ll just leave here for today.”
When Ergé turned around, the space where the barrier had been spread collapsed and the place regained its original form.
Since Glass Heart was recovered without any bloodshed or battle, it was clear who was victorious.
Laplace said with a sneer as he watched Hergé turn into a flock of bats and disappear.
“You talk so grandly about being scared.”
fantasy,
