The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 46



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Episode 46

I turned my head, placing my hand over my eyeball. The faint light began to fade away.

It was clear.

I sense the man over there through these ‘eyes’.

“Look, I see!”

“You can see it.”

“Did you help me, sir?”

“Me? Why?”

“Then why all of a sudden… … .”

As Quilbian looked around, he noticed one more thing. The man was seen as a faint light, but other objects were still indistinguishable.

“Aren’t you going to make some coffee?”

“I’ll bring it.”

“I can’t tell if you’re rebellious or obedient.”

“If you need to, do it. You are the person I need right now.”

“What if I’m getting ready to eat you?”

Quillvian chuckled.

“Then you should die.”

“Saying things that are not in your heart.”

“Can you see my heart?”

“All humans are similar. In appearance and in behavior. They can’t go beyond categories.”

Quilbian walked towards the group of lights.

“You’re human, you’re human, but what are you, sir? You don’t seem human, but you don’t seem like a goblin either.”

“god.”

“yes?”

“To borrow your expression, yes, God would be the most suitable.”

“Mister? God?”

Phew, I laughed.

“Why can’t God even make coffee?”

“Because it’s annoying. And I like coffee brewed by other people. It’s called taste.”

“The more I talk about it, the more I don’t understand it. What is your identity, what are you thinking?”

“You don’t need to know. Just bring me some coffee. That’s all I want from you.”

I nodded. What else could I do besides pouring coffee, as the unidentified man said?

I took the stairs, leaning against the wall. Carefully, one step at a time.

“Hope, future. Is that what you’re thinking? No, right? Quill, you’re not that stupid.”

Twella’s visions fluttered overhead.

As I went down the stairs without responding, a vision flashed before my eyes.

The illusion created by the brain is so clearly visible, but Quilbian frowned and held on to the railing.

“That’s a goblin! Not just any goblin, but a very cruel wisp! A jack-o’-lantern! It pretends to give you a way to live, but it pushes you to the edge of despair.”

“If you go that far for a blind idiot, you deserve to suffer. Don’t you, Twella?”

“What are you talking about? Quill, Quill! Come to your senses. You’re smart, you’re clever. You shouldn’t be getting fooled like this!”

“No, Twella. I’m stupid. I’m dumb. So I’m going to make some coffee.”

I looked at the illusion while giggling. Twella spoke with a cold face.

“You will regret it.”

“I already did that.”

“It’s irreversible.”

“I’m already at rock bottom.”

“I love you!”

At those words, Quilbian stopped at the top of the stairs.

Anything else was fine. Whether it was mocking, sarcastic, or upsetting, it was bullshit and could be ignored.

But I couldn’t ignore the words ‘I love you’.

“Fuck you.”

I passed through the Twella blocking my way.

I grabbed the rope that had been installed on the wall and went out of the building. The embers of the bonfire were still alive.

I threw down the firewood that had been piled on one side, sat down, and ground the coffee beans.

It’s a task I’ve repeated over and over again, so I’m pretty used to it.

After wrapping the finely ground coffee beans in a cotton cloth, I raised my head and looked towards the rooftop.

There was a faint light there.

The only light that my eyes, which had been plunged into darkness and unable to discern anything, found after months.

“I don’t know what it looks like or what it is… …but it’s definitely my only hope.”

As I was mumbling and searching for a cup, a bird landed on my thigh with a flapping sound.

A hard object hit my chest twice, and when I lifted my hand and felt it, it was a cup. A bird was holding it.

“Sorry. I wasn’t the only one. You’re there too.”

After receiving the cup, I stroked the bird’s head.

“But who the hell raised you? I thought you were the crazy guy who calls himself a god.”

The bird was wearing a necklace.

It was clearly a well-trained bird with an owner.

Could this be a bird raised by a goblin?

Then why did you always throw food to them?

It was just amazing.

“I don’t know who it is, but I will definitely find your master. If I survive.”

Beep, it was a bird that escaped from my arms while crying softly.

Quilbian prepared the coffee meticulously. He touched it several times during the process, but did not groan even once.

The hope that his eyesight might return overpowered all the pain.

I headed up to the rooftop with a cup of coffee in my hand. I was careful not to spill it, but I was also quick to make sure it didn’t get cold.

“sleep.”

The glass leaves my hand. I feel it flying towards the man in the distance.

I pricked up my ears. I could faintly hear the sound of tea being drunk.

“It’s still terrible.”

“But you drank this time, right?”

“Your ears are fine.”

“Your eyes will be fine soon.”

“Humans who are unnecessarily hopeful usually end up exhausted and collapse on their own.”

“I have good stamina. Even if I get hit, I get up and work the next day. Falling down? That’s okay. Just get up.”

Hurup.

The sound of coffee being sipped was heard again.

“It’ll get better next time, right?”

“yes.”

“You answered well.”

“Now tell me. Who are you, why are you here, why are you helping me… .”

“I am God.”

“Are you talking that nonsense again?”

“Let’s correct that by saying he is one of the conceptual gods. There is a separate designer.”

He had the strength to be called a delusional madman.

“Is that power you possess, magic? Or is it sorcery?”

“Neither. Magic is the power of the people here, and magic is the power of the people there, including the human race. Strictly speaking, it is closer to magic, but since magic is a lower concept, it is not accurate.”

“What are you talking about? Explain it to me in simple terms.”

“It’s easy.”

Quilbian said, scratching his eyes.

“The owner said, ‘You have to be brief.’”

“This is a simplified version of the concept so you can understand it. It speaks to the essence itself.”

Something flowed out of the man’s mouth.

It was a statement, but at the same time it wasn’t a statement.

The moment he heard this, Quilbian lost not only the faint light he had been seeing, but also his hearing, his sense of touch, and even himself.

Everything is gone.

I even forgot it existed.

So the meaning evaporated.

“Get up.”

The man said.

It was human speech.

Quilbian shuddered as he came to his senses. His whole body was on fire. No, it felt like he was trapped in ice.

I rolled on the floor over and over again in excruciating pain that I couldn’t express in a scream. My hair turned white, and strangely enough, I thought of a pig.

When a pig arrives at the slaughterhouse, the first thing they do is put a needle between the eyebrows. This keeps the pig from running wild and keeps it limp, but sometimes the needle misses the mark.

I don’t know if I should say I’m lucky or not.

The pigs that did not make it to death rolled on the floor, crying for the slaughterhouse to leave. Their cries were so human-like that people would often gather around them.

At such times, Quilbian would grab the pig’s feet with a noose and drag it away with the other slaves.

When the pig got tired, he picked it up again and put it on his head.

Only then did a peaceful death come.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

The pain became so intense that he could scream. Quilbian crouched and then straightened up. Water flowed ceaselessly through his eyes and mouth.

There was no way to know if it was blood, tears, or saliva.

I woke up in pain and then passed out several times.

Finally the pain left my body.

Quilbian rested his forehead on the rooftop and trembled. It was a pain he had never experienced before and never wanted to experience again.

“Are you crazy or not? Anyway, since you’re fine, you can make coffee. When you wake up, make me some coffee. I’m bored.”

“What the hell are you?”

“Isn’t this the third time you’ve asked?”

“Are you really a god?”

“If you’re going to speak informally, speak informally. If you’re going to speak formally, speak formally. If you go back and forth, it’ll get complicated.”

“… … Are you really a god, sir?”

“You’re really persistent. You’re the craziest, most tenacious human I’ve ever seen. I’ll give you that one.”

The light is getting closer.

Quillbian looked up at the man with two similar yet different emotions: fear and anticipation.

“As I said at the beginning, you called me God, so I only introduced myself that way for convenience.”

“Then you’re not God?”

“That’s not necessarily true. You could say it’s close to being God.”

Quilbian squinted his eyes, telling me not to bother him. Only then did the faint pain that had been lingering completely disappear.

“Can you fix me?”

“I?”

“yes.”

“why?”

“… … I’ll give you some delicious coffee.”

“Hmm, good coffee sounds good.”

“then!”

“But I can’t do anything about that eye. It would be easy to forcefully tear it off, but then it would completely lose its function.”

When I heard the word “grab and tear,” my hand went to my eye. I don’t think it meant pulling out my eyeball.

If you can’t see, that means something is covering it and the man is going to take it off.

“What’s in my eye? I can’t feel anything.”

He said, wiping his eyes.

“It doesn’t have a physical form. It’s just a tough nak wrapped around your eyes.”

“Are you a Nakga?”

I don’t feel anything?

Could it have something to do with the Nak inside my body not moving?

“Your guess is correct.”

The man said.

This conversation made it clear: the man in front of me is losing his sense of humor.

“It’s more like inference than reading. Because we’ve been observing the human race for ages.”

“It’s scary.”

“That’s why most creatures go crazy just by facing me.”

“If I open my eyes, will I be in danger too?”

“No. You’re already crazy, so it’s okay. Even though the world in your head will collapse and disappear before you see me.”

“I don’t die that easily.”

At those words, my shoulders felt hot. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it.

Both arms were torn off from the body.

“……ah.”

And then the legs disappeared below the thighs.

The body leans forward.

I could feel the blood spurting from my heart flowing out through the four severed parts.

The body cools down.

Amazingly fast.

and.

“You’re not going to die?”

Quilbian coughed and clutched his chest with both hands.

Do you have hands?

I quickly felt the leg. It was still attached.

The sensation was still vivid. The limb had just been cut off. It was an undeniable reality.

It was reality… … .

“Will I really not die?”

“No, I’m dying.”

He answered quickly.

Quillvien understood his situation perfectly.

As quickly as when I stood in front of the owner, as quickly as when I was asked by the owner’s daughter.

worm.

No, nothing less than that.

The man in front of me was something that could not be classified as human or goblin.

It really might be God.

Thinking about it made my whole body tremble.

At the same time, it was crazy fun.

“You’re laughing.”

“yes.”

“Why are you laughing?”

“Well, that’s because you’re scared to death. You can kill someone like me with one finger.”

“Then you should cry instead of laughing.”

“No, you should laugh. Because.”

Quilbian looked at the man with tears and snot streaming down his face.

“Maybe you can fix me.”

(Continued in next episode)