Belnoa looked vainly at the shadow dragon lord who turned into fine particles, crunched, and disappeared. Of course, contrary to the brilliant effect, the goddess did not go particularly far away, much less disappear.
[Oh.]
The goddess, who had just been disembodied, sat on Belnoa’s shoulder and shrugged.
[The sun has risen. The sky is so cruel too. How can materialization be released at such an exquisite moment?]
There was a smile on the lips of the goddess who said that, and anyone could see that she was aiming for it. Belle Noah noticed that she was speaking ‘as slowly as possible’ right before her materialization was released.
“Well, goddess, really…”
[You probably don’t have to worry about me, do you?]
It was just as the goddess said.
The moment Belnoir paid attention to the goddess sitting on his shoulder, Chloe’s eyes sparkled a little more blue in the rising sunlight.
“Belnoir.”
Tap, tap.
Chloe approached Belnoir with a creepy sound. Chloe grabbed Belnoa’s wrist tightly and pushed her face towards Belnoa.
“Follow me.”
···Belnoa has faced numerous crises since she was young. Belnoa’s intuition was sounding a warning. She said that from now on she would have to be careful with her every word.
‘···I’m going to be amazed.’
Belnoir barely suppressed the sigh that was about to escape.
2.
“So she is the goddess you serve?”
“Uh, Lord of the Shadow Dragon.”
“You’re the one I talked about last time.”
Fortunately, the explanation was not that difficult.
Belnoa was previously treated as a mental patient because he constantly looked into space and talked. Because she told her that Raniel was real and not an illusion, she was able to remove some of her suspicions… but whatever.
“Yes, I see.”
Without much doubt, Chloe trusted Belnoir’s words. Because of what Belnoa had shown so far, Chloe nodded to Belnoa’s explanation.
“Now···.”
“Of course, Belnoa.”
But of course.
“Are you living with that goddess 24 hours a day, 365 days a year? Even now?”
A situation is never resolved with just one explanation. Belnoir, who faced Chloe across the table, felt cold sweat running down his spine.
[Oh, that dessert looks delicious.]
Meanwhile, the goddess sitting on Chloe’s shoulder was coveting the dessert placed in Chloe’s barracks… Belnoir decided to ignore the goddess’s voice for now.
“We’re not together every moment, but he pops up all of a sudden. “About half a day…”
“Yes, I see.”
Chloe is still smiling.
Just smiling.
It was Belnoir whose smile felt eerie.
“Huh… Chloe?”
“Yes, Belnoa.”
“Are you by any chance angry?”
Chloe’s shoulders trembled.
“no? “You’re not angry?”
You’re angry. Anyone could tell it was a lie.
Belnoir let out a short sigh as he looked at Chloe, who clearly couldn’t lie.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but at least it’s not like that, so don’t worry. really.”
“You know what I was thinking…”
“There is no way I could have harbored personal feelings for the goddess who has lived for tens of thousands of years. “I don’t even notice anything like that.”
The goddess sitting on his shoulder clicked her tongue briefly.
[Are you not that attractive to me? It’s a sad thing.]
Please shut up.
With that thought in his mind, Belnoa continued.
“Anyway, don’t worry. A god to serve, nothing more, nothing less. “He is also a person I am grateful to for lending his strength.”
“Yeah, really?”
Chloe’s expression noticeably relaxed.
Then, as if thinking, “Oops,” Chloe rolled her eyes here and there and added quickly.
“Water, of course, Belnoa, I don’t care what your relationship with the goddess is… but! I’m just a little concerned. “I just asked because I was concerned.”
“Okay, okay.”
Belnoir smiled bitterly and listened to Chloe’s words. The crisis passed more easily than expected, but Chloe’s eerie eyes still seemed to linger in my mind.
‘···Come to think of it.’
The goddess said.
If she wasn’t by her side, Chloe would be broken. Belle Noah narrowed her eyes and glanced at Chloe who sat across from her. Chloe’s momentum from earlier has gone, and she can’t even make eye contact properly.
Belnoir felt something in her gaze a moment ago.
Obsession, or something close to dependence.
Belnoir didn’t know right now whether he should be happy or reluctant about that soggy feeling. She simply pondered the goddess’s warning.
‘If I disappear, it will be ruined, la…’
The future that the goddess saw.
“That kid was influenced too much by Galahal.”
“It’s a dangerous situation.”
“So, stay close to me.”
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And what the warrior Destel hinted at to Belnoa not long ago. Thinking about those stories, Belnoir felt a lump in his throat for some reason, so he tilted his glass of water.
“Chloe.”
“Yes.”
“How are you doing these days?”
“What are these days…?”
“Knights dying. You were tossing and turning all night. “Are you okay now?”
“···huh. are you okay.”
Chloe said that as she lowered her gaze. Belnoir knows that those words are lies. Chloe was still deeply immersed in the death around her, and was repeatedly going overboard to repay that sacrifice.
‘Just like Professor Rania.’
Just before going to war, on that day three years ago, Rania said this to Belnoa. Chloe says she looks like her. He emphasized that your role is important.
“Even if it looks fine on the outside, it only takes a moment for it to break down. It will continue to fester inside. Keep asking, keep checking. “It’s probably worse for Chloe than for me.”
The death of Galahal.
It was still tying Chloe up. As Belnoir was making a seemingly serious expression, Chloe, who had her head down, muttered in a low voice.
“You know, Belnoa.”
“Uh, tell me.”
“You don’t leave me.”
Stop.
After a moment of silence, Belnoa opened his mouth.
“Where should I leave you?”
“…You’re going to do that, right?”
“I’m not going. Even if I tell you to go, I won’t go. “Okay?”
Belnoir swallowed dryly when he finally saw Chloe smiling. The Shadow Dragon Lord sitting on Belnoa’s shoulder whispered into Belnoa’s ear.
[Be careful.]
She didn’t say much. Belle Noah also responded by nodding her head.
3.
A hastily rebuilt barracks.
Raniel nervously tapped his fingers on the table while flipping through the documents he had rescued from the mess of the barracks.
“f*ck.”
A swear word leaked out of my mouth.
As the warrior Rania Van Trias, Raniel stands in front of others and speaks less swear words. But at this moment, he couldn’t even hold back the swearing.
‘What on earth are you doing?’
An ancient dragon wizard who came to visit me not long ago.
Raniel thought over the threats he had made, the threats he had made while demonstrating all of his power. The ancient dragon wizard warned Raniel not to cross the line.
···Did you notice?
No, that couldn’t have been possible.
If I had noticed that, it wouldn’t have stopped at a warning level. Raniel knocked on the crystal ball that was placed on the table. The signal was quickly connected, and soon a voice came out of the crystal ball.
[What’s going on, senior?]
Resty Eleanoa, owner of the Gray Magic Tower.
Raniel answered her question briefly.
“I contacted you to check on the progress of the project I was working on with the Delohim Church.”
[It’s very small, but we’ve reached the ‘opening’ stage. This next part is ultimately an output issue and a stabilization issue, so I think it will take some time.]
“What about leaks to the outside world?”
[As this is a project that very few people are working on, we are concerned about security. As you said, we have not entered into a no-speech contract through ‘Deal with the Stars.’]
Resty is quick-witted.
From the moment she received the outline for this project, she understood what Raniel was planning. Even though he understood, Resty readily joined her plan.
[It may take some time, but it’s smooth.]
“That’s a good thing.”
Raniel tapped the table.
The project was not leaked.
Still, why did the ancient dragon wizard come to him and warn him? It may not have been simply because he had seen the path taken by the ‘goddess of ashes’.
“Lesti, you know the theory I told you last time? Distortion of flow and self-repair…”
[A theory about the time axis?]
“Yes, that.”
What do you think about that?
Raniel asked that question, and Lesti opened her mouth after a moment of silence.
[I think there is a possibility. If the future had been changed by twisting it rather than cutting off the flow heading to a certain point.]
Resty added.
[The shape trying to return to its original position… I think it is highly likely that the restoration of the possibility that you mentioned will occur. I can’t read the flow with my eyes yet, but mana also takes that form.]
It was as she said.
What makes up the world is mana, and the flow also has the same shape as mana. And, mana has a strong tendency to continue moving in the direction it was intended to go.
Even if it’s twisted, twisted, and mixed up.
The tendency to return to the original direction persists.
If so, wouldn’t the flow of time be the same?
Wouldn’t we try to restore the future to what it should have been? Raniel had such a question, and Resty answered that it was a possibility.
“······.”
Most of the future has been changed by Raniel’s interference and continues to be distorted. Raniel was in complete control of what should have happened.
‘but···.’
I still can’t erase my anxiety.
Although the flow in cases like Kyle where there was strong distortion will not be restored… there are still many more things that are not like that.
“Lesti.”
Raniel calmly opened his mouth.
“You said you succeeded in opening it, right?”
[yes.]
“This is what I felt after the incident occurred in the north, and I think we need to introduce it somehow quickly.”
[The risk is too great? Even the knights on the battlefield won’t be able to endure it. Even a trained superhuman cannot guarantee life or death. There is a high probability of death…]
“I’m the only one who writes.”
[······.]
“Make it a prototype. There’s no need to open it wide right now. It’s just big enough to fit one person. “You can do that right away, right?”
[It is possible, but…]
“It’s necessary. Please.”
Resty eventually answered that he knew. Looking at the crystal ball with the light turned off, Raniel let out a long sigh and tilted her head back.
There was a lot to think about.
We need to move forward, but we can’t just look forward as always. Because there is more to see. I’m doing my best to make sure I don’t miss anything, but…
‘In the end, you can’t protect everything.’
Someone will be left behind.
Someone will blame themselves.
Nevertheless, Raniel chose this path. To choose a different path than the one she came from in her future. Raniel pressed his aching temple.
“Whoa…”
I guess ventilation was needed.
Raniel pressed his finger on the red magic tool placed on the table. How much time had passed, Knight Tefran came to Raniel’s barracks.
“Did you call me, warrior?”
Tefran, who came to the barracks, was holding a newspaper in one hand and a tray of coffee and dessert in the other. Tefran, who laid out the things in his hands on the table with skillful movements, bowed his head and left.
『The great warrior, Rania van Trias.』
A sentence that decorated the first line of a newspaper.
Raniel tilted his coffee cup as he pondered that sentence. As she munched on her dessert, her eyes widened. She put down the dessert she was chewing on, and Raniel stuck out her tongue after noticing her logo engraved on the wrapper.
“Anyway, this Tefran bastard…”
Do your job extremely well.
A dessert shop I’ve been paying close attention to recently. How on earth did they get the dessert that was said to be a limited edition from that store to the battlefield?
sniffling.
Raniel savored the taste of coffee while enjoying luxury thanks to his capable subordinates. It was one of her few hobbies.
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“Lord Magic Tower.”
“say.”
“Is this really operable? It would be destroyed even if it was activated just once. “There’s no one who can use this in the first place, right?”
That opinion was valid.
That’s how Resty sees it too. There is no human being who can withstand the load that occurs the moment this artifact is activated. Because it will be caught in the distortion and torn to pieces.
“I guess so.”
Resty assembled the artifact.
Resty muttered as he rolled the artifact, assembled in a cube shape that could fit in one hand, onto his palm.
“You know what calculations are done? “If you have a hero’s body with quick recovery and computing power comparable to that of a magic tower lord, it is possible to control your subordinates to some extent.”
“Isn’t that… just a theory?”
“You want it.”
Resty let out a long sigh.
“If that’s what he wants, it’s better to just do it. “He is not the kind of person who will listen to you trying to stop him.”
Everyone here knows who he is referring to. In the end, the wizards let out a long sigh but carried out the given orders.
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