The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 24



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Episode 24

“Woof!”

Unable to bear it any longer, Drich collapsed in front of the stream.

“Yeah, yeah, pour it all out. Feel free.”

Ugh, at the explicit sound, Quilbian glanced around while rubbing his nose.

In front of the warehouse where I spent time with Twella. There was still no one there.

Drich gasped and stretched his back, then lowered his head again. Quilbian approached and patted him on the back.

“It would be better to vomit until fresh water comes out. If there is any residue left, it will cause vomiting all day.”

“I… … am okay… … woof!”

“It’s time to vomit when you have time to talk.”

After tapping my back a couple of times, I sat down with my back against the warehouse wall.

It makes me laugh for no reason.

Is this also the force of destiny that will be eaten up?

Quilbian smacked his lips with his palm. He was about to say something harsh.

There’s nothing wrong with finding your original personality, right?

The sound of pigs squealing came back to me from the other side of my memory. Spending time with pigs squealing loudly was part of my daily routine.

After feeding the pigs a lot of soybean feed, they massaged every nook and cranny of their bodies with finely chopped straw.

The owner, who used to kick the puppies whenever he could, said that they had to do that to raise their puppies well.

“I hope those kids are doing well.”

Funny enough, I thought more about the piglets raised in the corner of the pig farm than my neighborhood friends I used to hang out with.

I even gave some of them names.

The clover that died, unable to survive the harsh winter, was roasted and stored in the stomach. Although the owner had a bad temper, he provided food. In this way, the dead pig became food for the neighborhood gang.

“Wow!”

“Hey, hey, I’m going to spill my guts. It doesn’t seem like anything’s coming out, so should I stop?”

He scooped up some water from the stream and gave it to Drich. Drich, who had grown pale in the meantime, accepted the ladle with trembling hands.

“Drink slowly. Even water is bad for your stomach.”

Drich, who had been drinking water, collapsed as if he was about to collapse. It was a bit sad to see him squeezing out tears.

“What happened to me?”

“What the hell is going on? This is fucked up.”

“… … You, why did you say something like that? You didn’t say anything like that.”

“If you don’t call a dick a dick, then what do you call it?”

“Are you Quilbian?”

“That’s right. Quilbian. You’re the owner of that disgusting name, so come to your senses. If you stay like that, you’ll get eaten.”

“So, you’re being eaten? Me? Why?”

“You’re smart. You probably have some idea of ​​the situation, so I’ll explain it briefly.”

He quickly told me about this horrible breeding ground, the goblins, and the brainwashing that had been created under the Sky Wall.

Drich nodded calmly after listening to the explanation.

That’s ridiculous, I can’t believe it, you’re full of evil thoughts. If Drich had said something so worthless, I would have punched him in the face, but fortunately, the mood was one of agreement.

“… … I remembered. What I was doing outside. I thought it was a dream, but when I woke up, I understood.”

“congratulations.”

“Is this something to celebrate?”

“Isn’t that better than being eaten alive and blind? Right?”

“Should I laugh or cry?”

“Smile, you little bird.”

I sat next to Drich.

“Quil.”

“why?”

“What were you doing outside?”

“Me? Taking care of the pigs. Giving them feed, massaging them, nursing their piglets, and cleaning up their poop. I was their babysitter.”

“You really have a foul mouth. You were a kid who only spoke the truth.”

“Work all day in a smell that makes your nose itch. If you can’t swear, you’re not human. You’re something beyond human. If you lock a god in a pigsty for a day, this is what happens. ‘That fucking stink is like beggar.’”

“Pfft,” Drich laughed.

“It feels unfamiliar, but this seems to be your true self. It suits you well.”

“A cheap thing that suits cheap talk. I think it suits me well.”

“No, that’s not what I meant… … .”

“No. What did you do outside? Farming? Or some other kind of work?”

Judging by his rough appearance, size, and strength, he probably didn’t have an easy life.

“It was Buten, me.”

“Huh? You?”

“Well, there’s no way to prove it.”

Butene.

It’s a second-class bloodline.

Next to the sacred royal family, Suten.

It was a high position that I wouldn’t have been able to see if I was outside.

“The high-quality pigs I’ve carefully managed have entered your mouth.”

“Maybe so.”

“Buten. Do you remember where it was?”

“No. I don’t remember that much. Right now, all I can think of is my family, my mansion, and alcohol? That’s about it.”

“You’ll remember more and more, because I did that too.”

“Then will my personality change like yours?”

“Maybe so, maybe not. And this is pretty well-behaved. You’re not even swearing.”

Drich laughed loudly and slapped Quillian on the back.

The hand was so sharp that I started cursing as soon as I got hit.

“Quil.”

“why?”

“What should I do now? I absolutely cannot eat that. I didn’t know before, so I just shoved it in and swallowed it, but now that I know, I can’t.”

“Of course. If you put up with that, you’re not human.”

Drich opened his eyes wide.

“By the way, you… … ate it all, right?”

“I ate. It was delicious.”

“how?”

“Law and sorcery.”

He stood up and extended his hand to Drich.

“The more comrades, the better.”

“Comrade?”

Drich asked, taking her hand.

“I can’t stay here. So I have to fight.”

“What about those monsters?”

Quillvian smiled brightly.

“I have someone I can introduce you to. I don’t know if he’s an ally or an enemy, but he’s someone you can trust.”

*

“then.”

When the meeting was over, the ascetics left the restaurant.

Altera stared blankly at the blank piece of paper on the table.

I didn’t even hear anything about the meeting because my head was full of the topics Quilbian had raised.

External memory.

The reason I came here.

How I managed to survive here.

The insects controlled by the goblin were moving around the restaurant, scurrying about.

Things that are not easy. Things that are like insects that can’t even reach the yellow form.

A 1m long insect passed over a pool of blood on the floor. The pooled blood completely disappeared.

Even the corpse, with only the head remaining, was cleanly eaten by the carnivores.

After a while, the restaurant became as clean as ever.

A carnivore slowly crawled up to me and climbed onto the table. I pressed down on it with my index finger as it tried to devour the paper.

Ki-ki-ki-ki!

The insect shook its long body without mercy and then burst and disappeared.

The accumulated narcs of the carnivores are scattered into the air. No corpses remain. This is because they cannot maintain their physical form without narcs.

Altera stared at the blank paper again.

I held a pencil in my hand and wrote down my oldest memory.

“Yeah, I was close with that guy.”

Memories from outside.

The guy who lived in the house across the street was named Smith. He was taller than his peers, but he was a guy who trusted his size and didn’t get in trouble. He was also very timid.

One time, I discovered a strange cave in a field of grass a little way from the village… … .

“In that cave, in that cave… … .”

I don’t remember.

There is only a vague feeling of having done something, but nothing comes to mind clearly.

No, let’s focus.

Another memory came to mind. It was the day I became an adult and left the village.

I met a girl with whom I had a crush. A girl I would definitely have married if I had settled down in the village.

I also remember her face clearly. Her eyes were quite large and her nose was cute. Her lips were particularly to my taste, and I still laugh when I recall the sad feeling when we kissed.

The girl I liked.

But I can’t remember the name.

Body odor, body shape, voice.

Everything was clear, but I couldn’t remember the name at all.

Some people have faces, some have names.

Some people remember the character’s traits clearly, but cannot recall a single incident related to them.

A bizarre situation where only the character remains in one’s mind.

Altera looked at the words she had written down.

“Look at this.”

I can admit that I have memory problems. I thought that the brain’s storage system was the height of absurdity and that the loss was an inevitable result.

But it can’t be this sloppy.

Fragments of missing memories.

Altera thought back to when she first arrived here.

I discovered the beginning of the realm of the two sides, entered the entrance, and was thrilled to discover a new world.

A starting point.

Altera circled the words ‘hypertensive realm’.

Where did you get this knowledge?

I clearly remember the book of destiny, but why do I know about goblins and the realm of the two-faced?

The method of deceiving the goblin was simple.

Because I just had to make Nak into something similar to them.

“Where did you learn this?”

Hahaha, I couldn’t help but laugh.

I had a strong desire to rip his head off and look inside.

As Twella says, does there exist a ‘me that is not me’?

What if the very self-consciousness that we believe to be Altera is a by-product of a previous processing?

Altera swept her hair up.

There are two hypotheses.

First, Altera is actually a goblin. A spy planted among humans while brainwashed.

It may be a goblin’s means to block out any unknown variables.

Second, Altera is human, but has been brainwashed.

If so, who brainwashed me, a human, and put me here for that reason?

In any case, we conclude that the entity called ‘Altera’ is not trustworthy.

I’m in a situation where I have to doubt myself.

“I didn’t even realize it.”

Is there a higher-dimensional magic that surpasses the magic of the form? Or is it magic, not magic?

Altera crumpled up the paper and threw it at the insect.

“It’s so much fun.”

Excitement outweighed fear.

Where does the truth begin and end?

No, it could all be a lie.

The very existence of a country is the result of a lie, so isn’t everything a lie?

nevertheless.

Altera recalled her fate.

Is it fate that goes round and round?

I asked myself endless questions.

Where is your sense of purpose directed?

The answer was extremely simple.

Twella.

He will show you the answer.

When she returned to her room, Altera was able to meet two boys.

Quilbian and Drich.

Even though there was no explanation, I could understand the situation.

“He’s a guy I can fight with. He’s physically fit, so he’ll be of help in any way.”

Quilbian said with a rough laugh. As time went by, his dog-like nature was coming out. That must be the ‘real me’.

“First, I will cast a spell.”

Drich put the talisman on his lips and made a vow.

“I’m going to leave now. I have something to talk to this guy about.”

He said, pointing to Quilbian.

Drich looked at Quilbian, then quickly turned his head to look at Altera.

It looks like he’s full of vigilance.

It’s obvious what Quilbian was talking about.

“You can go down.”

“Are you okay alone?”

“If this guy is the enemy, we’re dead anyway. So it’s okay.”

Drich left the room with heavy steps.

“Are you not an ascetic anymore, or this person?”

“I’m sorry if the title offended you. But it’s not wrong, is it?”

“That’s true. I don’t even know what I am, so what’s the use of calling me that?”

Is it because I used my head too much?

I feel completely drained of energy.

I was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. Quilbian sighed and lay down next to me.

“You said you would organize it and tell me.”

“You’re showing it with your actions.”

“I don’t want to make things complicated, so tell me simply. Are you going to eat us or help us?”

“You look tasteless.”

“That’s fortunate.”

A hollow laugh comes out.

(Continued in next episode)