The Indomitable Martial King Chapter 78

“Was this possible for two-way traffic?”

“Not everything. Some are possible by activating the portal.”

Replying calmly, Reppenhardt took a step forward. As he was looking closely at the ancient language written on the pillar, he smiled and gestured to Siris.

“I found it, Tidaen Daiman Portal.”

Originally, this Daiman Dungeon was used as a kind of station during the Silver Age. It is a means of transportation unique to the Silver Age that involves installing magical portals throughout the continent and then jumping through space to move to a desired location. Most of the systems were broken, but some portals were still functional and inactive.

‘I studied so much, but in the end, I was only able to activate seven portals.’

Recalling the past, Reppenhardt caressed the pillar with the name Tidaen written on it with a nostalgic face. How many different races were able to be moved to the Antares Empire using this relic that can instantly move through space?

Since most of the portals located at the opposite destination were destroyed by human hands over time, all of the surviving portals were directed to remote areas untouched by humans. And since most of the different races living in hiding to avoid slavery were living in such remote areas, it was inevitable that the portal to the Spellat Desert, where the Danheim clan was hiding, remained intact.

“Let’s go, Siris.”

“Yes, yes…” … .”

Accompanied by Siris, who still had a blank face, Reppenhardt activated the Thidaen Daiman Portal this time. After passing through the portal, we ended up in the basement of a half-destroyed Silver Age ruins, which was naturally infested with various monsters, but Reppenhardt immediately activated the side road as if it was no big deal this time. Soon, a secret passage without any monsters or undead was revealed, and thanks to this, Siris was able to come out comfortably without fighting even though he fell in the middle of the Silver Age ruins.

“… … .”

Siris looked around blankly, speechless. Apparently, until about 30 minutes ago, we were living in a mountain range in the middle of winter with a harsh north wind blowing, but the season had changed in an instant.

An endless desert, and the scorching heat above it. The smell of the warm air.

It was definitely true. It was her hometown, the land of wailing, the Spellat Desert.

Siris shook her head with an expression of disbelief.

“I heard that only a high-ranking wizard could activate the Silver Age ruins… … .”

Reppenhardt humbly looked as if it was no big deal.

“The magic that activates the portal is not that high level magic. All I have to do is rearrange the tangled mana currents in the right order? “If you know how to place it, 6-circle magic is enough.”

But Siris still had a suspicious look on his face.

Anyone can open the door if they have a key and the power to turn it. But if you want to make your own keys, wouldn’t you need to be a locksmith with professional skills?

While receiving training as a slayer at a slave auction house, Siris also learned at least basic knowledge about magic. Opening a portal and finding out the magic to open a portal are completely different problems. If the portal is large enough for a 6th circle practitioner to open, it is impossible to research and find out the activation technique unless you are a great mage of at least the 8th circle.

“I guess this wasn’t taught to you by someone called a teacher, right?”

I have never heard a rumor that King Gerard was well versed in magic. Reppenhardt answered her question in a calm tone, as if he had expected it.

“Master, there was a wizard among his friends. “Otherwise, where would I have learned magic?”

Siris rolled her eyes.

‘It’s suspicious… … .’

If Gerard is a king of power, the wizard who is his friend would naturally be an archmage. So, it is quite plausible that Repenhardt learned magic from that friend.

Yes, there is nothing to point out. I think what’s being said is correct.

‘But why do I feel so deceived?’

Siris pouted her lips nervously. As soon as she was convinced, she kept shouting that she had no sense of womanhood. But she can’t argue with that… … .

“all right!”

Siris responded sarcastically and stepped out of the shadow of the rock. Hot sunlight shines intensely on smooth brown skin. But she rather enjoyed Siris. She was a harsh, but longing ray of sunshine.

Repenhardt sighed as he watched Siris walking ahead of him.

‘Why is he upset again?’

Ah, whether in my past life or in my current life, I cannot understand women’s hearts! If I regain all my magical power this time, I will try to create at least a 10-circle spell that will ‘detoxify’ women’s hearts.

With ambitious(?) ambitions, Reppenhardt also shook his head and followed Siris.

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A large body over 2 meters long breaks through the sand and barges its teeth.

“Kaaaaa!”

It was a sand lizard, a large lizard reminiscent of a crocodile, whose entire body was covered in yellowish scales. It was a monster feared by nomads in the desert because it had powerful jaws that could crush rocks and a tail that could kill a cow or horse in one blow.

“But now it’s just my lunch.”

Sighing, Reppenhardt calmly looked at the Sand Lizard that was charging at him. And he immediately reached out and caught the flying tail.

“Quing?”

A human with bare hands just catches his own tail? The Sand Wizard is embarrassed by this unprecedented situation and opens his eyes wide. Reppenhardt just raised his hand. Although Sand Lizard is 2 meters tall, Reppenhardt is also a whopping 192 centimeters tall. When he raises his hand, a sand lizard floats in the air. The sand lizard, appalled by this irreverent human behavior, was about to open its mouth and spit out venom.

Pow!

Reppenhardt slammed Sand Lizard to the floor. Perhaps because the floor is sand, not rock, hitting it once won’t kill it. Well, that’s okay. Repenhardt repeatedly slammed Sand Lizard on the floor as if he was doing laundry. Sand Lizard also tried his best to survive, but it was no use.

What kind of person is not eaten by poison and his teeth are not retracted, and in the meantime, his consciousness becomes increasingly blurred… … .

“Kyu…” … .”

With a simple scream, Sand Lizard ended his long life. Repenhardt smiled and looked back at Siris.

“Siris, let’s go eat!”

An ordinary woman would have been appalled by this ignorant sight. But Siris was a woman whose home was this desert. From earlier, she had an expectant expression on her face like, ‘Wow, it’s been a while since you’ve had Sand Lizard?’ What can I say, it doesn’t seem like an expression an elf would make, but it was strangely natural.

“I’ll peel it.”

“Yeah, I’m going to make a fire.”

An untimely camping trip took place in the middle of the desert. I think it might have been too warm for a picnic, but it wasn’t a problem at all for the two of them.

“Barrier of Dark!”

A curtain of darkness is drawn over the head with magic, and cool shade is soon created.

“Frame field!”

By laying a small frame field on the ground, you can start a fire right on the sand.

While Reppenhardt was using magic, Siris also expertly peeled off the Sand Lizard’s skin and drew its blood. Instead of discarding the extracted blood, the peeled skin is used as a container and collected separately. In the desert, moisture is precious and cannot be wasted.

While Siris cut the trimmed Sand Lizard into pieces for grilling, Reppenhardt once again cast a spell on the leather container containing the blood.

“Aqua Drain.”

When water extraction magic is used on the Sand Lizard’s blood, it is immediately divided into blood cake and clean water. With this, you can secure moisture, which is the most feared element of desert travel. In fact, magic is more effective in these practical areas than in combat.

‘Ah, I’ve never used something this comfortable before… … .’

Impressed by his magic calculation ability that worked so quickly, Reppenhardt looked at the Sand Lizard meat as it cooked. As the oil drips, a fragrant smell fills my nose. Siris also seemed to be in a better mood than before. It seemed like she was grateful to have returned to her hometown.

He even gives meat to Reppenhardt.

“Leffenhardt, would you like to try it? Is it ripe? … .”

“huh! huh!”

it’s good! How could the taste of meat hand-fed by a lover be bad? Siris grinned for a moment as she watched Repenhardt eat the meat. Well, she quickly withdrew her smile and returned to her usual cold expression, but her expression was still much more relaxed than before.

So the two enjoyed their lunch happily. While chewing the meat, Reppenhardt suddenly asked.

“Siris, how much further is home from here?”

Actually, I already knew the location, but I couldn’t pretend to know that. Siris took a moment to survey the surrounding terrain and began to feel the wind.

As an elf, she didn’t have to see the stars in the night sky like a human, but she could instinctively feel the spirits in the air and roughly determine her current location. After determining her current location, Siris nodded her head.

“It will only take about half a day to walk toward the sunset.”

It was my hometown to return to after 50 years. Although he was trying not to show it, his eyes were filled with a look of anticipation that he couldn’t hide. But Siris soon realized. Even though the land is the same, the people are not.

“Of course, there will be no survivors… … .”

She shrugged her shoulders again in a depressed voice. Repenhardt said kindly.

“You don’t know what’s going on in the world, do you?”

“… … ?”

Siris tilted her head, feeling like she knew something.

☆ ☆ ☆

Half a day later, Repenhardt and Siris arrived at the Danheim clan’s village. Siris looked around him, speechless.

“… … .”

At the bottom of a sand dune where a desolate sandy wind blows, primitive huts made of scraggly lumps of firewood are intertwined, and an oasis sits quietly next to them.

Compared to the human village, it is shabby and looks like an animal cage. This is the current address of the noble High Elves, who were even called descendants of the Great Spirit in the distant past.

Siris looked at the cabins with longing eyes. She didn’t feel popular anywhere.

‘also… … .’

Wooden dishes covered in sand and dust could be seen under the black roof that seemed ready to collapse at any moment. All of them were extremely crude. It feels like it will break if I apply even a little bit of force.

Siris knelt down and smoothed them out with a sad smile. The voices in my memories came as auditory hallucinations.

-Our daughter, … … . You too must grow up and protect our clan.

-You’re good at it. The sword must be swung like that. … … .

-Look at this… … ! I can help my father now too!

It is the voice of countless elves. The voices of all her fathers, mothers, and the young elves who played together fill her ears as she remembers them. Once the dam of memories bursts, it spits out endless memories.

Siris closed her eyes tightly. The dry desert wind was blowing under her eaves, carrying away her stuffy sand.

‘Now we don’t have them all… … .’

The flood of memories cruelly claws at her heart, leaving traces of despair. Her heart breaks. One side of her chest feels like it’s being pricked by hundreds of needles.

Siris closed her eyes. Regret came flooding back.

‘Why did I come here… … .’

If I hadn’t come, if I hadn’t seen it, if I hadn’t remembered it, there wouldn’t have been this pain… … .

However, once the memories surface, they become a cruel blue and endlessly rush from her ears.

-Look at this… … !

Suddenly she realized.

There was one thing I couldn’t remember.

-Come with me, … … ! Today I’m going to catch a desert scorpion!

There were memories that I can’t recall even now, clearly recalling the faces of my parents, the voices of my friends, and even the breath and smell of my missed siblings.

The voice that called her.

-… … !

I don’t remember the name.

I don’t remember the name she called herself, the name she received from everyone and was called by everyone.

bang!

Siris slammed his fist nervously. The wooden bowl she was holding shattered. But no matter how angry she got, she couldn’t think of what she wanted.

“ha… … .”

Siris sighed. She felt like crying. But her tears didn’t come out.

Her tears stopped 50 years ago.