Chapter 50 – 50. The Second Trial
The execution ceremony ended in failure.
With that alone, I could immediately feel that the treatment towards me had changed 180 degrees.
Instead of the cold, dusty prison that the magic judges had guided us through, we were given a royal, antique private room.
But that doesn’t mean I can stay here freely.
In fact, this was just a stronger prison.
[It is as you said.]
The dark spirit approaching through the wall nods slightly.
[The Archmage and his disciples are surrounding this room from all sides. Even if you move your mana in a slightly hostile manner, you will suffer.]
The reason they brought me here was because they judged that the Magic Judges could not stop me.
In fact, he overcame Chief Judge Tyran, the strongest of all judges, without a single scratch.
Even considering that it was a very advantageous location for me, the fact that I was able to easily neutralize Tyrun must have been something that the royal family could not just ignore.
King Orpheus was probably quite embarrassed, saying he didn’t know it would be this bad.
[So what do you plan to do now?]
“… … .”
As I stared out the window without any answer, the dark spirit asked me again, correcting what I had said in a non-verbal way.
[Are you really going to solve all three trials mentioned by the king of this country? Now there are two left, but if you solve them, will he really recognize you as a warlock?]
“… … .”
There is no need to answer.
The belief in King Orpheus is firm. He was a king who knew how to take responsibility for his words.
[Even if they do listen in the first place, will citizens acknowledge it? On the church side? I will criticize you openly and never accept it.]
The eerie resentment in her voice indirectly made me feel how I had been treated as a warlock.
[I guess you don’t know because you just entered this path. You will regret it in the end. Do you think that if you are sincere, you will be persuasive? Do you think the results will prove it? Surprisingly, the world does not attach much importance to such things.]
“Know.”
I hung up because I felt like if I kept my mouth shut, he would just spit out what he wanted to say forever.
“I also don’t think the kingdom will accept me just because the king approves.”
However, in order for me to be active, I needed to be recognized externally.
“And even if they don’t believe me, I can keep them quiet.”
Aria and Findeneye were working hard to solve this problem.
We may not have arrived at our destination yet, but if the two of us walk, it won’t be too late.
[You mean to silence me?]
I didn’t bother to answer. Because the door opened and King Orpheus came inside.
“Hmm.”
He comes into the room, clearing his throat, feeling awkward. The archmage following me was looking at me with wary eyes, different from before.
“Did you rest well yesterday?”
“Yes, I had a good rest thanks to the nice room they gave me.”
King Orpheus opened his mouth to say something about the execution ceremony that took place yesterday, but as if he couldn’t think of anything else, he sighed and admitted honestly.
“I didn’t think you would defeat the Magic Judge so easily. “Your abilities are certain.”
I don’t deny it.
It was right to be calm in my own judgment, but there was no need to underestimate my abilities to the outside world.
That would be less humiliating to the Magic Judge.
“So I’m thinking of giving you my second trial, do you mind?”
“I will take it.”
When he calmly nods in response, King Orpheus’s face is shadowed, unlike before, and he whispers incoherently.
“I have a younger sister. Her name is Eleanor Luden Griffin. “As you know, she is currently being taught as a student at Lovern Academy.”
“Yes, I know.”
It’s impossible not to know.
Even in the game, Eleanor is a fairly important character. Although user evaluations are sharply divided, it still serves as a stepping stone for the growth of the main character, Aria.
“The child has chronic nightmares. “It’s been several years already.”
Orpheus complains of fatigue, slightly pressing the corners of his eyes. Just thinking about her sister made her feel sad and stressed out.
“We brought in a lot of people to solve that nightmare. “Even a saint came to visit us, but we couldn’t resolve it.”
“… … .”
Honestly, I was a little embarrassed.
Because it was completely my first time hearing it.
Princess Eleanor is suffering from nightmares?
In this work, Eleanor did not show that kind of appearance at all.
Rather, she was a girl who was refreshingly confident, confident enough to be exciting, and proud of being a member of royalty.
‘The saint couldn’t solve it?’
It was quite disturbing information that even the only saint in the kingdom who could solve spiritual cases was unable to solve them.
“Yesterday, I summoned that child. “It will arrive in a few days.”
King Orpheus spoke to me with a gloomy yet glimmer of hope.
“This is the second ordeal, Deius Verdi. “If only you, like a saint, could heal the hearts of the people and comfort their hearts that were broken by black magic.”
“… … .”
“Please, heal my sister.”
* * *
Rattling.
Rattling.
“Hmm?”
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Princess Eleanor wakes up and slowly looks around. What is the situation now?
My brain was parched from falling asleep and I needed some water. I take out the water bottle in front of me.
I take a gulp of lemon-scented water and form my thoughts.
Because it was the time of admission, life at the academy was busy.
I was embarrassed when Rias, the senior Aria whom I thought of as my rival, suddenly disappeared, but anyway.
She was working until late at night every day to maintain her appearance and grades worthy of the title of princess, but suddenly her brother and king Orpheus ordered her to return to the royal family.
Since I couldn’t refuse the king’s order, I explained the situation to the professors and set off.
It was now in a carriage heading to Gray Pond, the capital.
‘I often forget things like this these days.’
When you wake up, there is a momentary gap in your thinking. Every time that happened, I needed a moment to ruminate.
‘I’m fully awake.’
There is still a long way to arrive.
Eleanor opened a book out of boredom. I get motion sick when I read on the carriage, so I planned to read just before I got motion sick.
‘hmm?’
But surprisingly, no matter how much I read, I didn’t get motion sickness.
Moreover, it was truly amazing how the contents of the book stuck in my head.
It felt as if I already knew this from the beginning.
‘what?’
Eleanor’s eyes frown slightly as she senses something strange.
As I looked around, the scenery was changing every moment. I take out the water bottle again and sniff it.
The fragrant lemon scent tickles my nose.
Check ahead.
The back of the coachman driving the horse outside was the coachman that remained in my memory.
‘No way.’
Eleanor slowly places her body on the carriage cushion. She smiles self-deprecatingly at herself for being too sensitive.
‘Is it because I just woke up from sleep?’
After putting the book away, Eleanor thought it would be better to practice magic, so she collected mana with her fingertips.
“uh?”
Mana does not appear.
No, I only realized it now.
No mana was felt in the air.
bang!
Eleanor, who notices the situation, is desperate and kicks the carriage door, but the carriage does not receive any shock other than the regular shaking.
“open it!”
bang! bang! bang!
I try my best to get out of the carriage, but it won’t open.
At that time, I felt the driver’s eyes looking at me through the window in front of me.
Clink!
He breaks the window with his forehead and comes inside, sobbing. Then he smiled slightly.
“It’s Mana this time?”
“S-Stop!”
and also.
I discovered a way to recognize that it was a dream.
“Stop it now!”
“Kick.”
Eleanor is in a hurry so she shouts.
“Giggle, giggle, giggle.”
The coachman’s form gradually begins to deteriorate. The coachman, who turned into slime, soon takes on the same form as Eleanor.
“I practiced, can you take a look?”
“what?”
I wondered what on earth she was going to say, but fake Eleanor smiled and gestured.
“Hello, I’m Eleanor Luden Griffin.”
“… … !”
This is the first day of the academy.
It was the exact same line and gesture that Eleanor used when introducing herself.
“I am the princess of the kingdom, but I hope you don’t worry about that.”
“Ha, don’t do it.”
“Let’s just do our best as friends and competitors.”
“Don’t do it!”
thud!
“Go, princess?!”
I feel pain in my forehead.
Eleanor suddenly woke up, her whole body covered in sweat and wet, and her forehead was stained red as if she had hit her head somewhere in the carriage.
The carriage had stopped and the driver was looking at him with worried eyes.
“princess! Hey, are you okay? “It looked bad, so we stopped first.”
“Huh! “Huh!”
I remember the coachman’s appearance.
The sour smell of your own sweat also enters your nose.
But this doesn’t end there.
I try handling the mana with trembling hands.
Blue light naturally formed on the tips of my fingers, reminding me that this was reality.
‘It’s Mana this time?’
The eerie, muttering voice that I realized was still vivid in my mind.
“Huh, big!”
Tears form droplets and run down Eleanor’s cheeks.
The driver is surprised and says he will take her to a nearby doctor.
Eleanor curls up in fear, unable to give any response.
“Please, please someone…” … .”
The words to save me are blocked by tears and cannot come out of my throat.
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