The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 53



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Episode 53

“……night?”

Quillian paused for a moment. The falcon that had been resting on his shoulder flew into the sky.

“It’s night.”

I was so absorbed in the joy of seeing the future that I forgot an important fact.

This is the world of goblins.

Front and back area.

It was a world without sun or moon.

The thing that was shining in all directions was a giant ‘sun’. A huge monster that possessed overwhelming Nak.

Quilbian stared at the fading ‘light’. It was fading away beyond the ridge like the sun, but he was certain that it was not the sun.

But it wasn’t the ‘sun’ either.

Because the sun had dirty legs attached to it.

What is ‘that’ that shines light on the realm of the sun?

A new goblin?

My head was spinning. It was a world that I couldn’t understand at all. Well, it’s natural not to understand. There were only two people who could understand this.

Crazy guy.

Or something even crazier.

The eagle that had been cutting through the sky began to circle in place. I moved towards where the eagle was.

Now, if you pretend, it’s pretend. An animal that doesn’t know human language feels more gentle than a human.

“Hey.”

They were trees that soared high into the sky. A grove of tall and thick trees that were well over 15 meters tall.

It looks like it wouldn’t even flinch if struck by lightning.

I climbed up the tree, using the branches that stretched out thinly as support. About halfway up, I saw a point where branches as big as an adult’s trunk were stretching out in a messy manner.

I put my weight on it and stepped on it. It didn’t shake at all. I climbed up onto the branch and laid down. It was incredibly comfortable.

“thanks.”

He spoke to the falcon that was circling in the sky. The falcon circled the area as if scouting, and then soon disappeared from sight.

Where do the hawks go?

Is there a separate resting place, or is it going to its owner’s side?

Darkness poured down like a flood and instantly engulfed the surroundings. It was complete darkness, without even moonlight.

Even in the dark, his vision based on his sixth sense clearly distinguished surrounding objects.

It didn’t matter whether it was bright or dark.

It was a convenient force.

He lowered his eyelids. Whether it was a reflection of his will or not, when he lowered his eyelids, the eyes that had been projecting everything also closed.

It would have been difficult if I had kept seeing it even when I closed my eyes. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep.

I yawned deeply and let out a sigh of relief.

If you put your head down, you can fall asleep quickly, no matter where you are. It was a skill acquired in a difficult work environment.

I should fall asleep in no time.

“… … .”

I couldn’t sleep.

I took a deep breath and went back to sleep. I wasn’t anxious. My body was in top condition and my mind was clear.

No, is it a problem that it’s too clear?

The clock in my head ticked. Tick, tick, tick. The sound of the wind-up clock I often heard in the landlord’s room came back to my ears.

Tick, tick, tick.

Peace, but sleep was far away.

Several hours passed like that.

Light tapped my eyelids.

Quilbian opened his eyes feeling very refreshed. He hadn’t slept, but he felt good. It was a strange thing.

I opened my eyes slightly and looked at the ‘light’ that had risen. It didn’t feel like a ‘sun’. It was literally a pure mass of light.

That’s why I was sure. That was a crystallization of power created by someone.

I observed a little more.

It was only then that I realized that the knot of power emitted by the light resembled Winte.

“Are you a real god?”

If you create the sun that illuminates the world, what else can you call it but God?

I looked around with a wide open field of vision.

There were goblins everywhere.

How many should I catch and return?

Winte must have had a desired goal.

Quilbian looked down at his body. He felt himself getting healthier with each dose of Narc from the goblin corpse.

It was a vague expression, but there was no other way to explain it. Less tired, less painful, less difficult.

If we continue the hunt, will the Nak left behind by ‘that woman’ also be removed? Is that what Winte wants?

A god who provides help directly or indirectly.

An unidentified being who made a promise with God.

The owner of the eagle.

“Why are you helping me?”

I started to doubt whether it was because there was an absolute example called Twella.

If you plan to raise them and eat them, this time you will be treated well.

If the monster that creates the sun in the sky wants to eat it himself, what will humans, who are no more than insects, do?

If there are beings I can’t even imagine treating me like a toy and playing with me… … .

“Fuck, what can I do? I have to do what I can.”

I asked Winte what to believe when all senses are illusions and nothing can be trusted.

Winte simply replied, “Yourself.”

I think I understand what it means now.

Whether the world is fucked or not, I am the one who ultimately accepts it. As long as I don’t let go, even a lie can become the truth.

“Why do you look like that today?”

If I believe that Twella, who is smiling brightly over there, is real, then it is real. Of course, it is fake. Phew.

“You look happy.”

“Okay.”

“why?”

“Because it’s good.”

“That’s a good answer.”

Quilbian looked at Twella with a dull expression.

“When will you disappear?”

“Well, when you don’t want to see me?”

“That’s weird. I really don’t like seeing you.”

“I don’t think so?”

A snicker came out.

“Yeah, keep talking next to me. It’ll keep you from getting bored, so that’s good.”

“What? Are you finally admitting your feelings for me?”

“Are you the one who doesn’t give up on my feelings?”

The hazy illusion of Twella became clearer for that moment. To the point where the surrounding objects appeared blurry.

“I won’t give up right now. But it won’t last forever. Partings always come. You and me.”

I was planning to pick a fight, but the words I heard back were very gentle. That bothered me.

“Get out. I’ve said everything I wanted to say today.”

As I waved my hand, the illusion disintegrated and disappeared.

“What about a breakup.”

After Quilbian freed himself, he climbed down the tree.

Today too, I have to wander through the forest in search of the weak.

*

“I just suddenly realized something.”

Quillvin said, scratching the falcon’s beak.

“It feels like I haven’t eaten in three months. Am I mistaken?”

He spoke to the falcon while laughing. The falcon twisted its neck this way and that before slipping out of his arms and disappearing into the sky.

Night was coming.

Quillvian crossed his arms and leaned against the branches.

“You worked hard today too.”

Drich appeared on the left, holding a bottle of liquor in his hand. Quilbian waved happily.

“Are you here?”

“Yeah, I’m here. How was your day?”

“What? I followed him around until he died, caught him, and beat him.”

“Same as yesterday?”

“It’s the same. I live a very healthy life.”

Phew, a meaningless laugh came out.

“It’s nice to see you smiling.”

“You should smile often. How was your day?”

Quilbian accepted the glass that Drich offered.

“Business was really bad today.”

“Why? You said you liked the part.”

“I heard the festival was canceled because of a swarm of locusts. So all the gentlemen who were supposed to deliver the supplies went back. How can business be done without people?”

“Oh, like that.”

He took the bottle and filled Drich’s glass. On a day like this, he had to get drunk.

“Hey, hey, pour it in moderately. It’s overflowing.”

“Drink as much as you can. You need to get drunk at times like this.”

“If you get drunk, who will open the store tomorrow?”

“That will all be taken care of by tomorrow.”

“You crazy bastard. Do you think preparing a store is easy?”

“I’m just saying this because I don’t know. Okay, the glass is empty.”

Give or receive.

It was a time to empty one’s glass with excitement.

“Are you guys drinking together again?”

It was Twella.

“You came? Our trash.”

“Are you calling me trash today?”

“Why? Are you uncomfortable?”

“No. Okay.”

Twella sat down next to me. Before I knew it, a lot of food was served. Just the smell made my mouth water.

We ate and drank. We talked for a while about meaningless things that were good either way.

Laughing and talking, crying and talking.

The three little pigs also joined the drinking party.

Oink, ok, ok. He kept smiling, saying that he was happy that the work was going well.

Quillvian laughed out loud and looked at the people sitting around him.

A flushed face and a sweet fragrance.

“……go away.”

He blurted out a word. The group enjoying their drinks looked at Quilbian with indifferent expressions.

Faces without even a speck of emotion. Dry eyes scanned Quilbian and then disappeared in an instant.

The oily smell, the intoxication, the noisy air – everything was gone.

Quilbian sat down, smiling bashfully.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

of course.

Sleep did not come.

*

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Royle said, patting his younger brother on the shoulder. His younger brother, who had lost his speech due to aphasia, nodded slowly.

Swish, swish.

An unpleasant breathing sound was heard from above. Royle shut his eyes tightly, shivering.

Just avoid eye contact, and you’ll be fine. Royle hugged his brother and prayed that this terrible time would end soon.

How much time has passed?

The disgusting sound of someone licking my entire body disappeared.

Has it passed?

It was while I was thinking that I slowly opened my eyes.

“You, you, you. I found you.”

There was a large mouth in front of me. From inside the mouth, where three or four teeth sprouted, a foul smell I had never smelled before flowed out.

He felt his brother flinch in his arms. Royle thought. What can I do now?

“… …Please save me.”

All I could do was pray.

The mouth opens slowly.

Royle had seen it time and time again. That mouth was devouring people, the same goblins.

An indiscriminate predator.

Big mouth goblin.

Ah, it’s over.

Royle hugged his brother tightly. Would it hurt less if he ate it all at once? If it didn’t hurt, then it would probably be okay.

It was when I was just staring blankly at his mouth with my hair turning white.

There was a sound from above.

Royle raised his eyes.

“Are you eating alone?”

A half-naked man was jumping down, holding a long spear.

Phew!

The spear, which had been slashed straight down, pierced the large mouth. The man, who had turned his body in the air and landed on the ground, flew towards the large mouth as if he had no time to rest.

“You! You! You!”

His mouth was twitching and he was screaming loudly.

“Me! Me! Me!”

The man chuckled and mocked the words his big mouth had shouted.

The window moves. The man runs. He runs so fast that it is hard to follow with your eyes.

It was cruel and bizarre at the same time.

The moment the spear broke, the man grabbed the short body of the large mouth and opened his mouth wide.

The man’s teeth bit into the large mouth’s body. Flesh was torn off and scattered.

The big mouth that always preyed on its prey was being eaten by humans.

The big mouth that had been struggling for a while fell to the floor with a thud.

Royle hesitated and stepped back.

Meanwhile, the man struck the large fallen man with his bare fist.

Pok, pok, pok!

The man’s hand pierced the large mouth’s body. The flesh was crushed and at some point melted and absorbed into the ground.

A man with a large mouth full of body fluids stared blankly up at the sky.

Royle took another step back.

I could tell instinctively.

The person in front is not normal.

I stumbled backwards and stepped on a tree branch.

The monster, who had been looking up at the sky, stared at Royle. His eyes had no whites. They were completely black.

It’s a goblin, a goblin in human form.

“Jeez! Run!”

He shouted, pushing his brother, who he was holding, away from him. That was the most courage Royle could muster.

Immediately after that.

The monster rushed in.

(Continued in next episode)