Episode 65
The Master said nothing more.
I stared blankly at him, his eyebrows furrowed as if he was thinking deeply about something.
It’s a bit complicated, but it’s easier if you think about it simply.
The content of the wills left by the three great lords in both the past and present life was the same.
But in my previous life I didn’t destroy the world, so of course it was a wrong prophecy.
The teacher, who had been thinking deeply, slowly raises his head.
[What if the timeline is connected between your past life and the present?]
I just raised my head and met my teacher’s eyes.
“Master, may I say something?”
[That’s right.]
A small smile appeared on his lips.
“Fate and the future are not set in stone.”
[… … Do you think so?]
I really think so.
At least I have no intention of doing something so ridiculous as destroying the world.
And, just a prophecy from a Dragon Lord?
That’s not worth worrying about.
Because fate and the future are not set in stone.
All the prophecies came true?
It will rain tomorrow, and somewhere there will be conflict?
What if we blocked off the sky and blocked off all the areas where conflict could occur?
That prophecy would not have come true.
The future is not absolutely set.
If fate is set, if the future is always set and cannot be changed.
therefore.
If the Master lives exactly 13 years and dies.
If that is fate.
I ended up laughing faintly.
I didn’t know at that time.
If that happens, I think I’ll be really angry.
I turned my head briefly and saw the teacher opening the rooftop door and going downstairs.
No, wait a minute.
Let’s go together.
Chapter 6
The dining atmosphere was not bad.
Charlotte, Thanos, Cell, the Master and I staying at the villa.
A total of five people ate, and the three little musketeers had time to introduce themselves to each other.
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First of all, Thanos was 17, Charlotte was 11, and Cell was 10.
And on the outside, I look like I’m 14 years old.
Looking at it this way, it really is a gathering place for chicks.
I burst out laughing.
anyway.
As I said before, the dining atmosphere wasn’t bad.
Guinness was a better cook than I thought.
When I asked him casually about his career, he said he worked as the head chef at the palace for about four years.
There were unexpectedly talented people around me.
What was a little strange was that Charlotte, who would normally have eaten a steak covered in my blood, strangely didn’t eat the blood today and just ate a regular steak.
Was it because I heard the story that Cell was subjected to biological experiments?
To me, it looks like Charlotte is taking care of Cell.
Charlotte, who will become the future vampire queen, and Cell, who will become the dragon lord.
Is this what it feels like to raise a disciple?
He slowly raised his head.
The sun was beating down, but the huge sofa I was sitting on was shaded by a giant parasol.
I looked at Thanos while sipping tomato juice.
The time the guy can last inside the magic circle is about 10 seconds.
Ten seconds is just enough time to swing your sword once or twice.
Even though quite some time had passed, Thanos still couldn’t last 10 seconds in the magic circle.
[It’s effective, but he still seems inflexible.]
The Master did not directly see what was happening inside.
Of course I didn’t see it either.
But, it is still clearly visible.
“If you die a few dozen times, you’ll be able to get a feel for it.”
As I’ve mentioned several times, Thanos’ problem is simple.
Lack of practical experience.
The guy has a narrow field of vision, and the power of his sword swings is pretty consistent with each swing.
A typical problem seen among those who lack practical experience.
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Thanos will never become the greatest swordsman on the continent unless he learns to control his sword and its powers.
No, the strongest swordsman on the continent is like that. He’ll just end up as a common mercenary.
[But why don’t you practice?]
The teacher’s question stung.
When I turned my head, my teacher was staring at me blankly.
The Master’s words should not be interpreted in a general sense.
Especially when the target is a country, it goes without saying.
hmm.
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“Two circles are enough. Don’t worry about it.”
The teacher shakes his head.
[Whether it was during Balactus or the Adventurer’s Guild, do you really think I don’t know?]
I glanced to the side and saw Charlotte, who had been telling Cell something, looking this way as if she had reacted to the word Balactus.
You do what you were doing.
After gently patting my head and returning it to its original position, my eyes met with the clear eyes of my teacher who was looking at me.
Ugh.
[You basically don’t trust people who aren’t your own, right?]
He nodded without denying it.
[Your physical age may be a barrier, but in my opinion, if given time, you could grow to 3rd or 4th circle right away. Don’t you?]
“If you push yourself a little, you might be able to get to 5 circles.”
The age of the body is very important.
I hate to admit it, but I’m a growing child right now.
In my previous life, I was about 184cm tall, and my arm and leg lengths were clearly different from now.
Of course, the size and length of the blood vessels are different, and crucially, the size of the heart is also different.
If I were 18 or 19 years old now, I would make circles on my heart every time I had some free time.
The reason why it doesn’t, the reason why it can’t, is because the body is too young.
When I make circles, I make them by predicting my body’s growth a little more.
So it takes a little bit longer and requires a little bit more focus, and I don’t have time for that.
[If someone attacks you while creating a circle, the circle you created will remain as remnants and the practitioner will be greatly shocked. Furthermore, from the process of creating the circle to the end, everyone around you will be exposed to threats. Aren’t you worried about that?]
“… … I can’t fool you, Master.”
I ended up scratching my head.
Should we call it a deep-rooted distrust?
The place where I made the circle after my regression was prison.
A solitary cell, a place where no one can come unless absolutely necessary.
I created the circle because it was a place that was relatively safe from surrounding threats, and later when I created the second circle, my person named Ron guarded the surrounding area.
After that, I used mana from time to time and practiced in my own way, but I didn’t create a circle.
To be precise, the moment I create a circle, I become completely defenseless.
How can I create a circle when there is no one around me to protect me completely?
After taking the Master out of the cave, there was no choice.
The Master, who is merely a puppet, is exposed to tremendous threats in my absence.
No joke, the Master in his puppet state could be killed by a blind arrow.
So, since I met the Master, I have not been able to expand my circle even once.
No, I didn’t.
It seemed like a kind of sloppiness that could be called nothing short of excessive overprotection, but honestly, there is nothing more certain than this.
Even when I am unconscious, I open my eyes when I sense life.
Even if your limbs are cut off, you can still react on the spot.
Because that’s how I lived and that’s how it’s engraved in my bones.
When I killed Balactus and lost consciousness, it wasn’t that I couldn’t open my eyes, it was that I didn’t open them.
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Because there was no murderous intent towards Nana or Master around me.
Even today is the only day in a month when the Master returns to his original form.
You can’t waste time just making circles.
After all, the essence of my power is my spirit, not my circle.
However, the teacher seems to think a little differently.
[Wouldn’t it be ridiculous for a teacher to only receive protection from his students?]
I looked at my teacher in silence.
Then, the master’s straight finger points to the training ground.
[I will be your teacher at least once a month. I will protect you, so go and create a circle.]
I didn’t get up.
I had a huge list of things I had to do today lined up in my head.
therefore.
This evening, a famous theater troupe that was traveling across the continent is performing in the Ascension Arts District.
I have to go see that.
[I, who return to human form only once a month, want to act as a teacher, but my disciple refuses.]
The teacher smiles quietly.
Ugh.
There’s no way to win.
“Let’s take the kids to see a play tonight.”
[theater?]
The teacher, who had been mumbling softly, nodded quietly.
The time now is 13:10.
“Five hours, I’ll finish it in five hours.”
[There is no need to rush. There is plenty of time.]
He stood up without answering.
I walked slowly and moved to the middle of the training ground.
The teacher’s words linger in my head.
Have a lot of time?
at all.
Clearly, the ‘time’ that the Master is talking about must mean that he can help you practice comfortably once a month.
But for me, it’s a little different.
The master has no time.
13 years of life.
It’s said to be 13 years, but in reality it’s about 12 years and 7 months.
It’s woefully inadequate.
The only consolation is that the teacher enjoys seeing someone grow.
If it weren’t for that, we wouldn’t have installed parasols or prepared long sofas and tables in this training center.
I gasped for breath and sank to the sandy floor.
I placed both hands on each knee and slowly drew up my mana.
I feel the surrounding mana rushing towards me and wrapping around my heart.
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The boundary of the unconscious.
I closed my eyes and concentrated.
I felt it, I reacted, I understood.
It’s a path I’ve already walked once in a past life.
That’s how I fell into a state of selflessness.
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Aveiro asks.
“How much?”
“… … 500,000 gold.”
Aveiro burst into laughter at his subordinate’s words.
“Wow… … That guy wasn’t just a crazy guy.”
It wasn’t hard to figure out how much Dietrich’s fee was.
Because I got information from Dietrich’s attendant, I just had to piece together the story one by one based on that information.
And the results are right before our eyes.
But it’s 500,000 gold.
The average self-made artist’s annual budget is about 300,000 gold.
Even if it was the small house of Marquis Hermann, would he be able to lend such a large sum of money at once?
Aveiro slowly read the material in his hand.
“You borrowed 200,000 gold in the name of Marquis Hermann through the Continental Battlefield, and recovered the 300,000 gold you had left behind? That’s a total of 500,000 gold… … The source… … What is this? Drug business?”
When I raise my head, Tolisso provides further explanation.
“There was a story that Dietrich Hermann started the business alone, but upon investigation, it turned out that this was not the case at all.”
“Wasn’t it?”
It wasn’t that unusual for a punk to do drugs or something.
What about running a business?
It’s probably just a hobby.
That’s the general perception.
A little aberration of the nobility.
But the results of the investigation were different.
