The Reincarnated Archmage’s Journey Chapter 252

Episode 252. Awakening…? (2)

Arrived at the stadium.

Now even the smell of sweat from the stadium has become delicious and pleasant.

It wasn't as bad as when I first entered, and I even felt at ease.

“Phew~.”

I looked up at the ceiling of the arena and took a deep breath.

Then Garent tapped my shoulder again and asked.

“Are you nervous?”

“I guess so.”

“Are you afraid you’ll fall again?”

“No. I was worried that the results would be minimal.”

If you fall, you can just get back up, but if your results are minimal, you won't know what to do next.

That's what I'm worried about.

If you can't raise your vision power, even if you continue the war with Cyrus, it will end in defeat.

"Don't worry about that. You said attitude is important in magic, right? If you're already so passive, won't it be useless?"

“……Who told you that?”

It was both unique and truly amazing.

It's safe to say that mindset has 100% influence on the implementation of magic, so it was surprising that a prosecutor would say that first.

"We're becoming friends with the wizard now, aren't we? I was just curious, so I asked."

“Are you naturally curious?”

"hmm……."

Garent thought carefully for a moment.

"Definitely. I think I've heard that often. As a prosecutor, I studied with a curiosity about how to become stronger quickly."

“The prosecutors… are studying too. I thought all I had to do was train well.”

"Hey, that's not it. We read a lot of books, too, like "The Fundamentals of Swordsmanship." You need to know the theory to put it into practice. There's no swordsman who can put theory into practice right away. You have to study everything."

If I recall the past for a moment.

Haven't you ever seen a prosecutor reading a book?

When the distance between the wizard and the prosecutor was first divided, the two prosecutors who stopped us when we approached the prosecutor's street to go to the orphanage on the prosecutor's street.

Now that I think about it, I clearly remember their faces, but I couldn't see them here.

That means he was sacrificed while at the inspection school… … .

That thought made his expression not good.

“Why are you looking so serious again? Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing.”

Why bother saying anything?

Anyway, this is obviously not something Garent wants to hear.

I shook my head as if shaking off distracting thoughts and now I was able to calm my mind.

"Garent. Even if I fly over that ceiling, I won't know?"

"It doesn't matter. If the ceiling were to be breached, we'd be able to immediately see when monsters would emerge from the sky. So, shouldn't we have gotten rid of them a long time ago?"

There have been instances in the past where Cyrus' monsters appeared during training.

Every time, someone, whether it was a prosecutor or a sculptor, would run to the arena and tell us, and we would immediately stop training and run out.

“I really… have a really unique way of thinking.”

“It’s realistic and practical.”

Garent answered and gestured.

It's a gesture to stop the small talk and quickly test that visionary power.

“Okay. Let’s try.”

And then I floated a Plewood jewel on the ceiling.

***

“Khuuuuk…….”

The empty house on the street where Sherman is trapped.

Sherman was still firmly bound by Aimer's Plewd magic, unable to move or use magic.

But he is a different person from a professor at a typical school.

A gatekeeper who once directly assisted Draco Tyrant.

In terms of rank, he is a person who is higher than even Captain Ramick Damon.

So, not knowing what kind of impulsive action might occur, Aimer firmly pressed the safety device.

Just keep giving Sherman hallucinogens.

But, you must not lose your mind.

Vice's hallucinogens were capable of leaving the mind intact, yet disrupting purely magical implementation.

And the reason why the mind must not collapse is because now that all paths to the upper world are blocked, Sherman is the only wizard who knows the original path and can freely open portals.

In order to catch Cyrus, Aimer must also go to the world above, so he was kept alive for now.

The hallucinogens commonly used by wizards are made to have terribly strong effects in order to completely prevent the implementation of magic.

So to speak, the magic was so good that it completely broke my mind and made me forget how to cast magic.

This was a measure to prevent the world below from suffering a lifetime of pain and starting an endless battle if such a Sherman forgets how to open the way.

And the person who administers the hallucinogen to Sherman takes turns.

The surviving sculptors are not idle either, so they cannot take care of Sherman alone, so they receive medicine from Vice and come here.

This time, the person who came to the house where Sherman was locked up was Ed Root, a former vice principal at Ed Branch School.

"That good gatekeeper turned into this in an instant. Truly, even though he's my enemy, I feel pity for him."

Root squatted down, shaking his head.

And he said, opening the cap of the potion bottle he had received from Vice.

“Okay, it’s time to eat.”

Root gave Sherman a firm, pinching blow on both cheeks.

Since Root also spent time with the inspectors and shared simple exercises with them, his evil power was strong even among wizards.

Eventually, Sherman's mouth opened, and Root was about to drip the potion over it.

Kwaak-!

“Ugh!”

Sherman can't use magic.

Instead, he bit Root's hand.

As if he had a single-minded determination to tear off the flesh, he never let go.

"oh my god!"

At that moment, a door opened behind Root's back and a woman's voice was heard.

and.

Jiiing-!

A single light sealing sword was created that would take away his sight and struck Sherman's forehead.

Thanks to this, Root's hand was able to be freed from Sherman's teeth.

The person who opened the door and came in without permission was Ruth Lil, who had fought back from the world below with Root.

“……How did you get here?”

Most importantly, Lil is not the wizard who is in the queue to administer the hallucinogen to Sherman.

This is also one of the things that Aimer did.

Sherman was a gatekeeper who could be considered to be just below the Archmage.

That's why, in order to avoid any unexpected actions or variables that might occur, only the highest-ranking magicians within the sculptors were allowed to administer the medicine to Sherman.

Root, Impel, Need, Thresha, Alfric, Vice.

These six were the wizards who took on that role.

Even within the Ed family, excluding Root and Impel, Nylon, who is considered to be one of the top tier, was so cautious that it was not included due to concerns.

The pain from the bite in Root's head was already forgotten when that reel suddenly appeared.

“……I just happened to see it bitten through the window. I’ll just feed it to you quickly.”

Lil answered hesitantly, avoiding eye contact with Root.

“…….”

Root found her attitude strange, but shouldn't the medication come first?

It was time to administer the medication again.

“Don’t do it with your hands. Use magic. You’ll get bitten again if you do that.”

"Since when have you been so worried about me? Didn't you hate me for being a Dark Elementalist?"

“……It’s not like I’m thinking about you or liking you in particular. What’s so strange about fellow sculptors worrying about each other?”

This time, on the contrary, the voice sounded angry.

“Me too.”

Root then administered the drug to Sherman again.

This time, I used magic as advised by Lil.

When I forced his mouth open and poured all of Vice's potion into it.

“Cough! Gulp!”

Sherman coughed and shook his head vigorously.

To anyone who saw it, it looked like bugs were crawling on the scalp and the person was struggling to shake them off.

At the same time, tears welled up in Sherman's eyes.

It's that painful.

The Emmet family, masters of potions.

Because it's a custom potion that the Emmet family's head, Vice, made especially for Sherman.

“Let’s go out.”

After finishing the work, Root took Reel out.

“Oh my god! Hand!”

Lil looked at Root's hand and was startled again.

Because the flesh was slightly torn where the root was bitten and a little blood was collected.

"Come here! Why are you getting hurt when you can't even do that? It's not like giving me potions is something that should hurt!"

“……?”

Reel grabbed Root's wrist and dragged him somewhere.

It was the empty commoner's house where she was staying on the streets of the prosecutor's office.

When Lil arrived home, he brought a box with him, opened it naturally, and took out a white bandage from inside.

“……What are you doing?”

A flustered Root asked.

"Give me your hand! I learned first aid from the doctors here!"

This time, Lil answers with a loud noise.

"……yes?"

Lil took Root's injured hand and applied disinfectant to it before bandaging it.

“No… why bother with potion when it’s better for wounds like this?”

“Ah! Stop it! Be quiet! I’m using what I’ve learned!”

Lil was still just yelling.

After wrapping the bandages like that, Lil quickly put the box away and made a fierce gesture to Root.

"I'm done, so I'm leaving now! Don't get hurt next time!"

"……yes?"

What is this situation?

You brought me here without permission and now you're treating me like an intruder and telling me to leave.

Such behavior of the reel only makes Root tilt his head in puzzlement.

Eventually, when Root didn't wake up, Lil lifted him up and pushed him from the back, sending him out of the house.

Kwaang-!

Then Lil turned his back in a hurry and slammed the door shut.

“……What, what is it?”

It is a bewilderment that cannot be described in words.

“Ugh. I knew this would happen.”

Then another woman's voice was heard from next to Root.

It was Emmet Riff.

“……Mr. Leaf? How long have you been here?”

“Why is that Miss Ruth so cute?”

“……Huh? What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

"I think you can hear me. Okay, okay, let's talk on the way. I just witnessed something incredibly interesting with my own eyes."

The corners of Leaf's mouth were constantly smiling bashfully.

What on earth is so funny?

Root walked alongside her for a moment, away from Lil's house.

"That Miss Ruth. Did you know that Mr. Root followed you around every time it was your turn? I thought you were a stray cat looking for a butler?"

"……yes?"

"I'm not a thief, but whenever Mr. Root goes into the house where Sherman is, he spies through the window. Oh, it's really cute and funny. Hehe."

Even Lil laughed, clutching his stomach.

“……Since when?”

“Since when? Since when? It was from the beginning.”

“Huh……?”

"This is just a guess based on a woman's intuition. Remember when we attacked the Ramik family together?"

"yes."

"I think you fell in love with Mr. Root when he saved that girl back then? The way he looked at her changed from then on. And he even followed her like that. Did Mr. Root look like a prince on a white horse to Miss Ruth's eyes? Hehe. Oh, Mr. Root is black… A prince on a black horse? Hehe!"

Now, the voice is almost like teasing.

“No way. Ruth hates the dark element so much.”

But those words didn't really resonate with Root.

“How can a man be this dull? Tsk tsk.”

Leaf clicked his tongue sincerely.