The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 105



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Episode 105

“excuse me.”

Idril took the gloves without saying a word.

I placed it on my palm and touched it gently, and the glove, which had only melted on the outside, cracked and crumbled like dry tree bark.

Crumbs fell like corn on the table.

In Idril’s grasp, only dust remained that had once been a glove.

The cheerful young man lost his smile.

He picked up his fork without saying a word and put a small piece of carrot in his mouth. Unlike the way he was munching on it, he looked pitiful.

“I said it was expensive, but I didn’t actually pay for it.”

Idril said softly.

“It was a gift from a senior I respect, saying that I should use it for good things in the future. Oh, he really is a good person, isn’t he?”

Quillvian slowly avoided Idril’s gaze. The position had become considerably more uncomfortable.

“My senior gave me these gloves and told me not to worry, the mountain spirit will take care of you. The gloves contained the spirit of the mountain. Yes, the mountain. The high, lofty mountain that we must always look up to. A strong mountain. One that will never fall… .”

Idril tilted his palm. The handful of dust that remained poured down onto the table. The dust piled up and formed a small hill.

“Look at this. It’s a small mountain.”

“sorry.”

It was true. Idril’s eyes were dead, even though his heart hadn’t stopped.

“No, it’s not a pity. It’s probably expired. That’s how things are, right? They break after they’ve been used up. But it’s strange. It’s only been a few months since I got this. Ha, haha, hahaha.”

“I made a mistake. I was trying to see what power was wrapped around the glove… … .”

“Huh? Mr. Quill, is that so? How? No, why?”

Quilbian took out the salt-covered Nak again and showed it to Idril. Idril’s eyes widened.

“It wasn’t buried.”

“Yes. I took it out.”

“How can you carry a curse around with you? Well, there is a senior who carries a curse around with him, but he also has to perform a ritual with special equipment… … .”

Idril kicked away the dusty hill.

“Mr. Quill.”

“Speak.”

“Even if it was a mistake, a mistake is a mistake, right?”

“Yes.”

“Of course, it’s true that Mr. Quill helped me, but it was a case of calculating… … Of course, I’m not a calculating person, but still… … .”

“I understand. This is my fault, so if you ask me to compensate, I will. If you want money, here it is.”

Quilbian took out all the money Rookie had given him. Idril waved his hand.

“Money is fine. Instead, please explain exactly what Mr. Quill’s ability is. If possible, to our group.”

“I wanted to meet people in that industry, including Mr. Idril. I have some questions for you, too.”

“Okay, okay. This could be a groundbreaking discovery. The more good people we have in our work, the better.”

“A good person?”

“yes.”

“First of all, it’s not me.”

“Yes? No?”

“yes.”

“You’ve dealt with the dogma.”

“It’s not a personal grudge… … it’s just annoying. I feel better when I catch and kill them as soon as I see them.”

“Oh, I see. By any chance, Dogma has a family… … .”

“Well, let’s say there are similar circumstances.”

Idril nodded vigorously.

“I understand. I completely understand your feelings. Among the seniors, there are those who serve with a similar mindset to Mr. Quill.”

“Service? That’s a word that really doesn’t suit me.”

“It might feel that way.”

Idril, who had been speaking with a faint smile, quickly became sad when he saw the faint remaining powder.

“I’m so sorry.”

Looking at that face, I couldn’t help but apologize.

“I’ll ask you for one more later, senior. I’ll get beaten to death even though.”

“I guess that senior is a bit harsh.”

“He is a man among men. He is a warrior of the mountains.”

“Warrior of the Mountain?”

“It refers to the Tarin tribe. It might sound a little unfamiliar.”

“Oh, I remembered. I’ve heard it before.”

Those who make a living by fighting. A warrior who wears steel-like scales all over his body and wields a huge spear.

A faint memory from my childhood came to mind. The Tarin tribe with slitted eyes, walking with their thick tails wagging.

Quilbian called the waiter over and ordered more drinks. He also asked for food and slipped a coin in. The skinny waiter smiled brightly and asked him to wait.

“I think it’s not enough, so eat more.”

“My appetite… … .”

It was Idril who moved his fork while trailing off. The food was fresh. Idril ate his food in silence for a while.

Idril’s expression brightened as his belly swelled with the ball.

That’s a relief.

Quillvian took a quick breath.

“How did you learn about Dogma? And why did you start hunting, and why did you continue to do dangerous things?”

Idril said, poking the meat with his fork.

“I was actually a monk who served Udan. Do you know Udan?”

“No. This is the first time I’ve heard of it.”

“Actually, it’s not a famous god. It’s a god that people in the mountain valleys know about and worship by word of mouth. They have a religious view that you can become happy by helping others.”

“That’s great, doing good deeds makes you happy.”

“Actually, there is no god called Udan. It is just a fancy religion created by the people of Slash-and-Wild Farm to get along well with each other. But I didn’t hate it. I was really happy when I helped others.”

“If there are believers, if the doctrine is correct, and if there are people who practice it, isn’t that the true religion?”

Idril stared blankly for a moment and then smiled.

“This is the first time anyone has said something like that, other than you. Oh, I’m talking about the Tarin senior who gave me the gloves.”

Quillvian nodded and opened his ears.

“I was living a pretty good life in a small town, when one day I had a dream. There was a huge mountain in front of me.”

“mountain?”

“Yes. But then I found out it wasn’t a mountain.”

Idril’s gaze was fixed on the ceiling, as if he was recalling that time. He must be looking at some place in the past beyond the ceiling.

“It was a giant rat.”

“A rat?”

“Yes, it was a rat. A rat with eyes like rubies. Oh, rubies… … .”

“I know. A red-tinged gem.”

“I see. Then it’s easy to understand. Imagine a giant rat with rubies bigger than the sun set on each side. That’s the rat I saw in my dream.”

“I had a dream about rats.”

“I was confused. I wondered, ‘what is this?’ Then the rat spoke.”

Idril shuddered. Thinking back to that moment, he shuddered even though he knew it was a dream.

“The world was turned upside down. At the rat’s word. The mountains around me burst apart, the seas turned upside down, it was chaos. At first, I was so scared. I didn’t know it was a dream, so I thought I was dead. But.”

Idril smiled faintly.

“When the rat opened its mouth again, the world became peaceful. My heart also felt at peace. The rat told me not to be afraid. As soon as I heard that, I felt courageous for some reason. So I asked! Who are you?”

“What did the rat say?”

Idril smiled faintly and continued speaking.

“A rat that loves humans. Isn’t that funny?”

“What a strange dream. Is this the end?”

“No. The ending of the dream was really awesome. The rat told me to go out into the wider world and be strong. You deserve it.”

Idril clapped his hands in satisfaction.

The slightly drunk people around him also applauded without knowing what was going on. Idril stood up and bowed his head deeply to the people like an actor on a stage.

Idril sat down and drank his drink.

“I thought it was a revelation. I immediately told my family and left town to help more people!”

What should I say about this?

Ah, romance.

I often met this type of person in the gaps. I don’t know if I should call them cool or foolish.

Either way, Quilbian liked this kind of person.

“Then I met someone who was dying from a terrible disease. But it wasn’t a disease. It was a curse left by dogma. I could see the curse, and my senior, who found out about it, brought me to this world. Oh, the senior I mentioned earlier is a different senior. He pretends to be blunt, but he’s a very affectionate person.”

“There are a lot of good people around me.”

Idril answered with a red face, perhaps because he was drunk.

“Yes! I am a happy person. So I want to share this happiness with others. People should live with a smile. Isn’t that good…?”

Ssurukruk, Idril’s body leaned forward and he buried his face in the plate.

I lost consciousness without warning.

I stared blankly for a moment and then a chuckle came out.

“Mr. Idril, Mr. Idril.”

I tried to talk to him while tapping his cheek, but Idril just smacked his lips and didn’t open his eyes.

“I live life happily.”

Quillbian lifted the Idrill with one hand. The man sitting at the next table looked up with wide eyes.

It was when I was going out carrying my 190cm tall body like a load.

“customer!”

The employee called urgently.

“When the people in your group ordered, you said that you would pay later. You already paid for the food you ordered in the meantime.”

It was an employee who held up three fingers. Quilbian opened his purse.

“Take it as it comes.”

“Oh, yes.”

The employee glanced at me and took three coins out of his pocket.

Quilbian looked at his employees and said.

“It’s the same coin I gave you earlier.”

“Yes.”

“Is the calculation correct? I still don’t know much about currency value. Since I received it, I’m just using it roughly. But you know, when I bought a small wooden cup at the market, they gave me a different coin that wasn’t the same shape.”

Quilbian showed me the wooden cup hanging from his waist. Only then did the skinny employee’s face harden.

“Just because I’m with this cheerful and kind friend doesn’t mean I’m that kind of person.”

“……sorry.”

“Shall we calculate it again?”

The girl took another coin out of her pocket and tried to put the coin I had given her earlier into her pocket.

“Take that.”

“yes?”

“I feel good because of this friend. He shares happiness by helping. It’s a good thing, right?”

“yes yes.”

Quilbian glanced around the store and then spoke again.

“Are you a slave?”

“… … It’s similar. It was sold. But it doesn’t have the slave seal.”

“This sucks.”

“That’s just life, you know.”

“Have a good day. Next time, don’t fool around.”

“Yes, I will.”

The employee stepped back slightly and said.

“Can you order me more drinks next time you come?”

“Look.”

Quilbian looked at the busily walking employee and gently placed Idril on the floor.

Idril, who had been sitting down, was seen smiling brightly.

“If you wake up, walk.”

“I’m sorry. My legs aren’t very strong.”

“Why did someone who can’t even hold his liquor drink so much?”

“I knew Mr. Quill liked alcohol, so I drank hard. Ugh.”

Idril raised his head and smiled broadly.

“Mr. Quill is a good person.”

“Me?”

“Yes. I can tell just by looking at him. A good person. Yes, that’s right. A good… … guy.”

It was Idril who fell over again.

“If taking care of drunks makes you a good person, then it’s not so bad.”

Who in the world would want to be a condemned villain?

But Quillvian knew for sure that being a good person is a hard road. And I don’t like hardship.

Look at it now.

Quilbian looked straight at the two men in the dark alley. The intentions were obvious. It was so obvious that it was almost welcome.

He made a vow and snapped his fingers.

“Eww!”

Two men, their arms engulfed in flames, rolled on the ground, screaming.

“… …What’s going on?”

Idril opened his eyes blurrily and asked.

“No. I cleaned it because there was a bug flying around.”

“I see. Huh.”

Idril fell asleep again, laughing without a care.

(Continued in next episode)