The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 10



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Episode 10

“Quil, quil!”

Is it because of what happened yesterday?

Even though Drich shook him violently, he had a hard time opening his eyes. With a sore throat, he asked, “What’s going on?”

“Get up quickly! The seer has returned.”

“Who? The visionary?”

“okay!”

My eyes widened. I felt sick as I was reminded of a pig covered in excrement.

Quilbian got up from his bed and headed to the window. The front of the Friendship House was bustling. All the cadets had come out to watch.

At that moment, the sun spread its legs and scattered its light in all directions. I blocked the strong light that hit my eyelids with the edge of my hand and observed the situation.

“What’s going on this morning?”

“Didn’t you hear anything?”

“uh.”

“How deeply did you sleep? You were noisy earlier.”

Drich rolled up the window. He could hear the cadets talking.

“Is there anyone else besides him?”

“I think so.”

The child who was pointed out as ‘that guy’ was alone in the empty lot in front of the dormitory. He was looking around with a very tired face.

The ascetics of the Seongsiljip standing next to him guarded the child on both sides with expressionless faces.

“How great a sin must one have committed if the two visionaries are taking action themselves?”

“You deserve to be punished.”

“I’m going to be eliminated, right?”

“Coming.”

The chattering students’ conversation suddenly stopped. Everyone’s eyes were focused on the Seongsil House on the right.

A woman wearing pure white clothing, a symbol of a visionary, came out of the house of Seongsil.

It was a seer I had never seen before. Two ascetics came out after him, holding one of the students.

“No, no! I said no!”

He was struggling and screaming. Quilbian knew the boy’s name. Torren. The boy who had the best grades among the students of Seongsil House.

“I have done nothing wrong! There must be some misunderstanding. Ascetic, ascetic!”

Torren fought back, swearing. But the two ascetics grabbed him and dragged him out.

Torren, who had been repeating no over and over again, swung his arms widely.

The ascetic’s jaw turned with a thud. The ascetic who was hit collapsed.

Everything became quiet.

Quill looked at the frozen Toren. Trembling, he reached out to the ascetic he had met, but the ascetic pushed his hand away.

“Did you just hit the ascetic? Is that guy crazy?”

Drich looked ready to run out at any moment. He probably intended to trample on Toren, who had assaulted the ascetic.

The other cadets had similar expressions.

To harm a teacher who deserves to be emulated? It was an act that went against the teachings, and it was an evil deed that could not be resolved with a penalty.

“out!”

“Get out! You have to be eliminated!”

“You piece of trash.”

The cadets began to shout excitedly.

Quillvian looked at them and the word madness came to mind.

Even though there was no one to lead, they all reacted the same way. If the seers and ascetics just snapped their fingers, dozens of cadets would run out and kick the torrent.

No, it wasn’t going to end with just a kick.

Quilbian looked at the seer.

Mediation was needed. To calm down the overly excited cadets and to resolve the situation rationally… … .

The seer’s hand went up. His index finger, raised slightly, pointed at Torren.

“You have committed an unforgivable sin. Ah, poor child.”

It was a sticky voice. My eyes widened the moment I heard it.

I felt a surge of ill feelings with no clear direction. I felt like I had to vent them out to someone to calm them down.

The visionary’s finger came into view again.

Quillvian felt his breathing quicken.

We must punish, we must punish, we must cleanse the filth with our own hands.

An unknown voice whispered.

Quilbian focused on the voice. There was a sweetness in the voice. It was a voice he wanted to keep listening to.

Phew!

A dizzying impact sound pierced my ears.

Quilbian looked down at his body. He was clearly in the room, but he had already come out through the window.

In his left hand he held a broom, used for cleaning.

When did I do this… … .

Thud, thud, thud!

A series of heavy sounds were heard. Quilbian looked ahead in a daze.

“Get out, get out!”

“Get out! Get eliminated!”

“Get out, quick! Quick! Don’t dirty this clean place!”

“You dare hit the ascetic? You dirty bastard!”

Dozens of cadets were standing in a circle, throwing down something.

Faces soaked in joy.

There were also rocks among the cleaning tools moving up and down quickly.

There was a lot of red on the cleaning tools and stones.

Thud, thud, thud.

Flesh and blood spurted out.

A red smile dizzy my eyes and ears. A strong headache struck my head.

Quilbian looked around, holding his trembling body.

Two seers and ascetics were watching the students.

Quillvian closed his eyes tightly and then opened them.

They had human forms, but they were not human. Something gray and unidentifiable covered them.

I focused on something like a hazy mist.

As absorbed as when looking at a talisman.

The white stuff covering them gradually took shape.

It gradually grew larger and soon took on a form that could no longer be called human.

“… … Sun.”

Quilbian finally saw the true nature of ‘them’. They were like the sun, encased in human shells.

What the heck are those?

I took a step towards them, thinking that if I looked a little closer, I might be able to find out something.

“No, not now.”

Twella grabbed his arm.

“We can’t stay like this. They’ll notice us.”

I blinked as I heard Twella’s urgent voice. The appearance of the seer and the ascetic had returned to human form.

Just then, my eyes met with an ascetic’s.

Quillvian knew what to do. He raised the broom he was holding above his head and headed toward the gathered cadets.

“I lost consciousness for a moment.”

He spoke to Twella in a lowered voice.

“Me too.”

“The kids who were captured are probably in a similar condition to us, right?”

“I think so. So… … .”

Twella stood still. Her eyes flashed with sadness for a moment.

Quillvian looked between the cadets who had stepped aside and saw the two children who were brutally mangled.

“iced coffee…….”

Torren opened his mouth, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying.

His teeth were all knocked out and scattered on the floor. His jaw was also broken, as if it had been hit with a rock.

The child who was dragged out before Torren didn’t move at all. He seemed dead.

“Apologize to the ascetic. If you have learned properly! At least apologize!”

A cadet who had raised a stone over his head shouted. The other cadets also shouted, “Apologize, apologize.”

If we step forward now and convince the other children, will we be able to save Torren?

Quilbian looked at the cadets’ faces.

A feeling of liberation and joy.

They were enjoying this situation.

It was an unstoppable madness.

It was miserable. It was helpless.

At the same time, I was so angry that I couldn’t stand it.

As anger prickled his head, his breathing became calmer. His organized thoughts quickly led him to a conclusion.

Quilbian grabbed Twella’s hand.

Twella’s body, which was about to jump out reflexively, stopped.

“no.”

I know things are wrong.

Still, you must not come forward.

The moment you step out, the seer’s index finger will point towards you.

Eliminate those two who cannot be forgiven, a merciless order would be given.

Quilbian looked at Altera, who was standing between the ascetics. Altera simply looked at him without any change in expression.

Is he also angry that he cannot prevent the disaster, but is he enduring it?

or not…….

“Are you writing something?”

“If you can’t speak, you should at least write something down. Yes, quickly apologize to the ascetic. Confess your sins and humbly accept your elimination.”

Toren’s fingers, now tangled, moved slowly. The fingers that had been slowly tracing the floor stained with his own blood soon stopped.

“… … You idiots.”

Those were Torren’s last words.

Quillvian looked at the writing on the floor.

[Don’t be fooled.]

The students gathered in a circle looked at each other and asked.

“What is this?”

“Don’t be fooled?”

“I told you to apologize, but you kept saying strange things.”

A raised foot trampled Torren’s hand. It was a signal. The cadets who had stopped beating him rushed back again.

Quilbian looked at the blood-soaked Toren and thought.

Torren is dead. He is no longer able to speak. So what does the body that remains there mean?

Does it mean nothing?

If it really means nothing, if all that’s left is really just an empty shell… … why doesn’t my anger subside?

Death is an irreversible phenomenon, said Altera.

The perfect end.

Now that it’s over, there shouldn’t be anything left.

Quillbian looked at the cadets still being beaten. He stared at Drich, who was stuck between them.

“Apologize! Apologize!”

The hand moved first. Quilbian grabbed Drich’s arm.

“What? Why?”

“It’s over.”

“what?”

It was a noisy scene with mad laughter and shouting. Drich put his ear up to hers and asked her to speak again.

“It’s over. So stop.”

“What are you talking about? I haven’t received an apology yet. Look at them! They still don’t seem to want to apologize. So they deserve to be beaten more. They deserve to be punished more. That way they’ll know what they did wrong.”

I was about to shout out loud, “He’s already dead!”

“stop.”

Someone’s hand was placed on his shoulder. Quilbian shut his mouth at the firm pressure of the hand.

Altera, who had been patting his shoulder again, stood in front of the cadets. The cadets who had been beating him smiled and stepped aside at the same time.

“We punished them.”

“Will the seer look upon us with favor?”

Expectant gazes.

Altera smiled faintly.

“The visionaries were deeply impressed by your learning and dedication.”

Altera turned halfway and pointed at the two seers. The cadets cheered in joy.

“Since the Dilim Seer has come to pray for you, let’s clean this place up. Be especially careful not to leave anything dirty behind.”

“yes!”

The cleaning tools in the cadets’ hands only then found their original use.

The two dead cadets were carried away on a cart and disappeared behind a hill. The stray pieces of flesh were swept away by a rag and disappeared in an instant.

The pure white floor that did not tolerate even a speck of dust has once again revealed itself.

“Okay, let’s get back to work. A delicious breakfast awaits you at the restaurant.”

The cadets dispersed.

The ascetics also assisted the seer and disappeared into the open space.

In the empty lot, in the cleaned up empty lot, Quilbian was standing.

My feelings haven’t been sorted out.

Torren’s dying eyes flickered. The laughter of the cadets covered in red blood and flesh did not disappear from my mind.

anger.

But the emotion that was rushing in wasn’t just anger. It was something bigger than that that was taking over the emotional home.

“… … .”

Quilbian pushed the thick flesh of her palm into his mouth and bit down hard. If he hadn’t done this, he would have cried loud enough to be heard throughout the dorm.

The teeth dug into my flesh and I could taste the pungent taste of blood.

Quilbian understood the cruelty, loneliness, and sadness of death that day.

No, maybe it’s not death, but the sadness of an insurmountable situation.

I cried so hard inside that my eyes started to hurt, and then I pulled my hand away.

“What a fucking fucking place.”

He spoke softly, still looking at the blue sky.

(Continued in next episode)