The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 49



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Episode 49

“… … This is ridiculous.”

Quilbian looked at the planks on the workbench and said. Drich, sitting across from him, put down his saw and asked.

“Why all of a sudden?”

Quillvian laughed in vain.

“hey.”

“huh?”

“Why are you alive?”

“Why are you alive? You’re dozing off and not coming to your senses. Quill, wake up. Stop talking nonsense and finish this. I’m already so busy with orders.”

Drich applauded.

The first and second pigs working at the back grunted and agreed.

It’s funny that ‘knock knock’ sounds like a human word.

“Are dreams really this crazy? And where am I?”

“Look at this kid talking nonsense because he doesn’t want to work. Hey! Just go home and rest. If you grab the equipment right now, you’ll chop hands instead of trees.”

Drich waved his hand.

Quillbian looked at the saw. Would it cut Drich’s body well if he used it?

“Okay, that guy is already dead.”

“Who died? I’m fine.”

“Yes. Stay healthy, even in your dreams.”

I hit my cheek hard. This will wake me up from my dream.

But the dream didn’t end, only my cheeks became cold.

“Will that wake you up? Come here, I’ll give you a good beating.”

It was Drich who was beckoning.

Quillbian frowned and grabbed the small hammer. He placed his left hand on the shelf and lifted the hammer.

Drich screamed in horror.

“You crazy bastard! What are you doing!”

“What are you doing? I’m trying to wake up. Why?”

“This is really crazy. Hey, stop him.”

The first pig grabbed Quilbian’s arm. Oink, oink.

“Wake up? That’s why I’m acting like this. Hey, is it normal for a pig to walk on two legs and talk? Is that normal? Huh?”

“That’s normal! Then what is normal?”

Drich joined in. I wanted to strike his hand with the hammer, but the two of them were attached to me, so I couldn’t move.

It was a funny situation.

Even though it’s a dream, I can’t do whatever I want.

“I guess my head is really messed up. Even my dreams are weird.”

“This won’t work. I’ll take this kid home and come back. I think I’ve lost my sense of humor after being cooped up in the studio all this time.”

I came out of the studio with Drich’s support.

Dry leaves were falling down. I stared blankly at the roadside covered with fallen leaves.

“It was winter, then summer, and now it’s fall?”

“Then the seasons will change and stay the same? Quill, please come to your senses.”

“You, wake up. You’re dead! You’re dead.”

“Why do you keep killing innocent people?”

Drich said, patting my shoulder.

“Yeah, I understand, actually. It’s probably all because of him that you’re like this.”

Who is he again?

Quilbian shook his head and shook Drich off. He glanced at Drich, who had fallen, and then ran toward the trees in front of the building.

Just like falling off a cliff will wake you from a dream, if you land somewhere you will come to your senses.

“hey!”

He hit the tree with a shout from Drich.

thud!

A searing pain spread across his face.

It really hurt like hell. It hurt so much even though it was a dream. The problem was that I couldn’t wake up from the dream even though it hurt.

“I’m going crazy.”

He said, rubbing his cold nose without mercy. Drich followed behind and hit Quilbian on the back of the head.

“This is crazy. Are you really going to die because you got dumped by Twella?”

I knew it was a dream, and that everything Drich was saying was nonsense, but I just couldn’t get over it.

“Who did what to whom?”

Drich looked at him with pity.

“I know, I know how you feel. I actually thought you two would get along. You seemed like a good match. But the human mind… … .”

Quillvian reached out and covered Drich’s mouth.

“I know it’s just a dream, so stop it.”

I stood up, dusting off my clothes.

Even though I know it’s a dream, nothing changes.

I stood there blankly, scanning the surroundings. Carriages were going back and forth on the paved road, children were running hurriedly somewhere, and a half-broken mechanical doll was creaking while holding a sign.

“It’s nice to see it.”

The moment you wake up, darkness will greet you.

“Hey, hey! Where are you going!”

I walked down the street, ignoring Drich who was calling from behind me.

It felt strange. The sound of footsteps and the sour smell coming from the restaurant on the left. The seasonal sentiment felt through the dry air.

It was surprisingly clear.

It felt as if this place was reality and the darkness was a dream.

A world inhabited by strange goblins, a monster that can kill dozens of people with a single word, and a man who calls himself a god.

“It’s not here that it’s nonsense, it’s there.”

Pick I burst out laughing.

I stared blankly at the person coming towards me and then deliberately bumped into him. The man whose shoulder brushed mine glared at Quilbian with his eyes wide open before snorting and turning around.

When will I wake up from this dream?

I had a strong instinct that I shouldn’t stay too long.

Quilbian looked at the carriage coming at a fairly fast speed from afar. Even though it was passing through the middle of the city, the carriage did not slow down.

That would be nice.

Now that I had made up my mind, it was time to take action.

My mouth felt dry. Even in a dream, I was nervous all the same. If I got bitten, it would hurt like hell.

When the carriage came within 3 meters, Quilbian tried to jump in front of the carriage.

The body that had been leaning forward was suddenly thrown backwards.

Oh, my body’s balance suddenly collapsed. I fell down on my buttocks in a grand manner. I looked back, rubbing my sore buttocks.

“Are you crazy?”

Twella was there, her face pale.

Quillvian let out a deep sigh.

“You really are no help to my life.”

“what?”

“When you ask for your life, you kill, and when you need to die, you save. You really are a beggar.”

Even mixing words was annoying.

After all, it’s a dream and a fake created by the brain.

The woman standing behind was in the same vein as an illusion or auditory hallucination that I was tired of seeing and hearing in reality.

Something that doesn’t exist.

Something that scratches at my insides even though there is nothing there.

Quillbian scanned the road. There were no carriages speeding along like before.

“Okay.”

Should I fall from a high place?

I raised my head. As I was searching for the tall building, Twella’s face suddenly appeared from below my vision.

“what?”

“Are you really going to do this?”

“What else?”

“Why are people so indifferent? What am I supposed to do if I die like this?”

I wanted to swear a lot, but I kept my mouth shut because I thought it would be a waste of mental energy.

I ignored Twella and walked towards the five-story building in the distance. If I fell from there, I would wake up.

“Where are you going?”

Twella grabbed his arm.

“Let go.”

“Tell me where you want to go.”

His face looked like he was about to cry at any moment. It was ridiculous.

“I told you to speak!”

The sorrowful voice mercilessly attacked the patience of the man. Quilbian grabbed Twella by the collar.

I held it with both hands and applied a lot of force.

“Okay, I’ll kill you first.”

It was Twella, writhing and squirming.

Her eyes, her gestures, her sounds.

Goddamn, this is so fucking realistic.

When will this fucking dream end?

“I’m sorry… … .”

“Shut up! Don’t say that to me again.”

It’s creepy just hearing it. I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I’d rather swallow filth than hear those words again.

“How much, how much I trusted you. How much did I really… … .”

I thought I had to calm down, but before I knew it, my emotions took over my head.

Hatred, resentment, longing, sadness. It was a time when a whirlwind of indistinguishable emotions filled my mouth.

puck!

There was a dull sound.

what?

The world became blurry. For a moment, all my strength left my body and I lurched to the side.

Only then did I realize.

Some kid hit the back of my head… … .

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Catch this crazy kid! He suddenly tried to assault this woman!”

“Patrolman, patrolman! Over here! Over here, this guy!”

The screams of people pierced my ears mercilessly.

Quilbian thought as he lay down.

This is my dream, and you are an illusion I created.

Please come to your senses!

*

“Are you awake?”

Quillbian blinked.

I stared at Twella for a while, lost in thought as I recalled my severed memories.

It was Twella, sitting on a chair and holding a glass. Twella, who had aged but did not seem to have any sense of alienation.

Suddenly, Quilbian became curious about his own face. What would he look like when he was over twenty?

“It’s disgusting, really.”

Quilbian said, realizing that he was still dreaming.

When I tried to get up, Twella stopped me.

“lay down.”

I stared blankly at her hand on my shoulder. Now I didn’t even have the energy to be angry.

“Why doesn’t it wake up?”

“What do you mean it won’t break?”

“This dream. A terrible dream. I’d rather have a dream about being chased by a murderer.”

“Quil, this is not a dream.”

“It might be like that for you.”

It makes me laugh.

Have I really gone crazy?

What if you’re not dreaming, but your mind is so damaged that you can’t tell reality from fantasy?

‘Before you see me, that world in your head will collapse and disappear,’ Winte said.

As he said, it may have reached a point of no return.

Laughter continued to flow from his twisted mouth.

“I think I should get some rest.”

Twella stood up from her chair.

Finally, the sound of the door closing was heard.

Quilbian tossed and turned in his round quilt. What should I call this dream within a dream?

How many minutes passed?

I got out of bed. I felt like I was going to go crazy if I kept going like this.

Let’s die quickly. Once we die, the answer will come out.

If this is a dream, I will wake up. If it is reality, it will end.

But what if it really is reality?

Cold sweat broke out.

The end of everything, death, complete severance.

I had persevered and not given up even in the worst of situations, so I couldn’t die in vain.

I needed some confidence.

I am certain that this is a dream.

After confirming, I will die to wake up without any regrets.

“Twella!”

I swung the door wide open.

A cute kitchen appeared.

“This is a dream, right?”

I raised my voice, but Twella didn’t appear. I had sensed a presence just a moment ago.

“Well then, that’s true. This can’t be real.”

I smiled and looked out the window. I saw a bearded man reflected in the blurry window.

Me, getting older.

I look like I’m in my mid to late twenties.

The me created by fantasy.

But why is that?

The man reflected in the window was eerily realistic. It seemed as if the man was shouting with his whole body that this was not just a dream.

The breathing became increasingly rough.

Quillvian pulled the front door hard.

“… … This is.”

It was a world dyed in gray.

The weeds on the ground, the sky, everything that caught my eye was gray.

I looked back in surprise.

The kitchen and the entrance where I had been standing were gone.

I was left alone in a world full of gray.

I walked forward, hesitating.

What kind of dream is this?

After walking like that for a long time.

I saw a little girl over there.

The child who had been crouching stood up. Looking closely, he seemed to be around the same age.

The girl approached slowly.

Quillvian frowned.

It was strange. He definitely looked young, but when I looked at him again, he seemed to be in his late thirties.

While I was wondering what it was, I was wondering.

The woman was entering twilight.

Although his back was not bent, his aged body could not be hidden.

When the woman came close to him, she had become a child again.

The child said.

“Sorry.”

(Continued in next episode)