The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 63



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Episode 63

There were hundreds of bugs gathered just on the balchik.

I shook my feet and rubbed them as if they were crawling up my body. Big and small bugs were crushed and fell away.

“163.”

“yes?”

“The number of bugs you just killed.”

“Why is that?”

His eyes stung. At the same time, the bugs that had been visible in front of him disappeared. Quilbian looked down at his body. He tried to find the bugs that had been crawling around, but they were nowhere to be seen.

“Why did you kill him?”

“Do you need a great reason to get rid of bugs?”

“That’s what I’m trying to say.”

It was a metaphor that even a fool could understand. Quilbian rolled his eyes.

“People are not bugs.”

“Do you really think so?”

It was Winte who was staring intently.

And Quilbian couldn’t say “yes.” Because in his eyes, humans really looked like insects.

“If all people look like bugs, then I would look like one too?”

“To some extent.”

“You’re not going to kill me because you’re bored, are you?”

“Have you ever gone out of your way to find and kill bugs one by one because you were bored?”

“No. I’ve swatted away countless flies.”

Quilbian looked at his feet for no reason.

“I once dissected you countless times, wondering what the designer’s intentions were. What on earth is the answer contained within? As a result, I have figured out something, but I have not completely understood it.”

“solution?”

He looked at me with a look that demanded an answer, but Winte changed the subject.

“I have been observing you ever since I decided I had nothing more to gain from material things. Not just humans. I have been observing all species that embody the designer’s intention.”

“All paper?”

“Everything with reason. At first, I watched it from a distance. But I changed my method because I couldn’t completely exclude my subjectivity.”

Winte lifted his finger and pointed to his own face. A face shaped like Altera’s.

Quilbian understood what Winte was trying to say.

“So you sent away your memories and came to us as a completely different person?”

“Yes. In order to completely remove my subjectivity, I needed to remove my original self. However, the process was complicated even for me. I had to step into the designer’s realm.”

“It was because Altera’s memories were a mess… … .”

“It’s proof that my technology is sloppy. Creating a completely new life form, throwing it into society, and then bringing it back when its life ends to learn the accumulated experience. It was the main idea of ​​my technology, but it was left unfinished.”

Even if you don’t finish it, haven’t you at least created a person?

It was creepy.

The dragon in front was truly close to a god.

“Just a moment.”

Quillvian cautiously reached out, touching Winte’s shoulder and rubbing her waist and legs.

“Surely this body too… … .”

“It’s not the main body.”

“Then where is the original body? Oh! Was this what you were talking about last time, about the oysters or something?”

Winte looked north. He seemed to be watching the slowly setting sun, but his gaze was directed further afield.

“My body is deep asleep.”

“You’re awake. You’re talking to me.”

“Only a part of the consciousness has been removed and is active.”

“… … Is it possible to divide consciousness so arbitrarily?”

“Why do you think I can’t do what you did?”

Quilbian blinked. What did I do?

“The vision you saw. Where do you think it came from?”

“Where is it? This messed up head created it on its own.”

“Even though it was twisted, the illusions that the brain created must have been consistent. Right?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“I could have talked to you and even touched you.”

Quilbian nodded. Even though he knew it was an illusion, he still felt something when he touched it.

At the time, I thought that even the feeling of touch was an illusion created by a crazy mind.

“It’s an illusion, but it’s real? Oh, no?”

“It’s still a crude stage, not recognizable to the typist, but one day you will create a complete mental body.”

My head was pounding. I touched Winte’s body here and there again.

“So you’re saying I can make something like this too?”

“With a very high probability.”

“I’ve never learned anything like this.”

“Knowledge comes in many forms. You tend to call it knowledge when it’s written down or spoken, but there’s a lot more knowledge out there in other forms.”

“Haha, what are you talking about?”

I sat down with a thud. The chair that had appeared before me was supporting my buttocks. Now, it wasn’t that surprising.

“What the hell have I become?”

“Something unknown. Something between a goblin and a human.”

It was Winte who was looking intently. Quilbian raised both his fists.

“Are you going to dissect it?”

“I won’t do it. I have to keep my promises.”

After Quilbian finished his squat, he looked at the trees in the distance.

“That strange town I saw, the people, the pigs running around, the wolves, the laughing sheep! It was all a spirit I created… What did you say?”

“The mind body.”

“Yes, the spirit body. How fascinating.”

Winte, who had been listening to the story, put his glass down on the saucer.

“But it’s a strange town?”

“Yes. It was where the illusions I created lived. But the village landscape changed every time. Sometimes it was a village on the side of a mountain with only a few houses, and other times it was a city full of magnificent buildings.”

Quillvian laughed in vain.

“Do you know how many people I’ve met in there? I can’t even count them. But they’re all real fantasies I’ve created? Was my imagination that good?”

There, Quilbian was sometimes a runny-nosed little boy, and sometimes an old man who could not even move.

“But if all those illusions become real, then the buildings I saw will also appear here? If that happens, then we can even create food… … .”

“It’s strange.”

Winte said.

“What is it?”

“If your brain is not functioning properly and you cannot distinguish between reality and fantasy… … .”

“yes?”

Winte’s hand reached out to Quilbian’s head. He instinctively pulled his head back.

“What are you doing?”

“Let me just touch it for a moment. I need to check.”

“What?”

“It will only take a moment.”

Winte’s fingers touched his forehead.

It was a finger that touched and then moved back.

Quilbian rolled his eyes from side to side. Nothing had changed. He wasn’t seeing bugs like before.

That was when.

“It’s been a while.”

A voice came from behind. A voice that made a bitter laugh escape from him. Quilbian glared at Winte.

“This sucks, really.”

“You were going to see it soon anyway. That’s what your hair was like.”

“I thought about it a few times. I was bored because the noisy guys were gone. But now I’ve cleared my mind and I’m really okay.”

Sigh, I let out a long sigh and looked back.

Twella was smiling, showing her upper teeth.

“What should I do now?”

I asked Winte.

“As you please.”

“If you bring back a ghost, you should at least explain why.”

While he was responding with an irritated tone, Twella approached him. The back of her hand touched Quilbian’s cheek.

Maybe it’s because I heard Winte’s words, but I feel the texture more clearly than before.

I shuddered at the horror.

He waved his hand and split the welcome in half.

The sensation of hitting something was transmitted through my hand.

“But why does this one always pop out?”

“Because you are a human being who is stuck in my mind.”

“Does that mean that if it’s stuck, it can be pulled out? I really want to pull it out. It makes me sick every time I look at it.”

While we were talking, Twella, who had lost her form, appeared from behind me this time.

He whispered in her ear, his body pressed against hers.

“So I finally got to hear what that monster had to say.”

“Who called whom a monster?”

“That monster behind you is going to kill you soon. You heard that? It’s called a test subject. So be careful. I’ll be so sad when you die that I won’t be able to sleep.”

“That’s funny.”

It was when he grabbed Twella by the collar and threw her to the ground.

It’s not the rooftop floor.

Where the oily planks creaked. Quilbian raised his head and looked around.

Then, my ears, which had been blocked, picked up the sound.

“That’s not how you throw darts!”

“Hey! There’s an empty seat here, so come quickly.”

“Oh, boy, I really can’t. If you really have to, I’ll tell someone I know.”

It was a bar. At the bar table, a stylish man and woman were sitting, looking at each other.

On the right wall, there was a long row of dartboards, and everyone was excited as if there was a competition going on.

At the round table next to her, a woman in a bright red dress fiddled with her glass as if in trouble, and all sorts of males gathered around her.

Quilbian stared up at the ceiling with hazy eyes.

What was I doing?

“Quil.”

Someone grabbed my shoulder.

Quilbian looked back. A mountain goat wearing a fedora gave a long burp.

“Hahaha, you buddy! Why are you standing there blankly?”

“uh?”

“This is totally out of the question. You said you’d try it while drunk, but you lost consciousness before you could even try it.”

Quilbian looked at the goat with a frown.

Who was it?

“Hey, your name is… … .”

“Hey! You even forgot my name? Max, it’s Max! Are you kidding me, or are you really drunk and out of your mind?”

Ah, Max. I remember him. He was the drunkard I met at the Craftsmen’s Guild. He was a brat with no plan.

We decided to get together and have some fun today, and we went to this bar.

“Yeah! Max. Sorry, I guess I was too drunk.”

“I knew this would happen. I’ve never met a guy who can drink like that. Come here. That woman is already out of your hands.”

That woman.

Max was pointing to a woman in a red dress. Quilbian rubbed his eyes and looked at the woman again.

It was a pig with black fur.

“… … I tried to talk to that woman?”

“Yes! Your courage was admirable. Even though you were drunk, you managed to talk to that noble person. I couldn’t even dream of it.”

“A noble person?”

I looked back again. Rubbing my eyes once more, I could see hairs poking out from between the baggy dress.

Something is strange.

“Quil, what’s wrong?”

“No, nothing.”

I went to the bar table with Max.

He sat down on a chair and took a sip of his drink. Someone was singing along with the sound of string instruments. Quilbian nodded to the beat.

Spend time giving yourself over to intoxication.

Could there be a better pastime than this?

I was happily drunk and laughing when someone sat down next to me.

It was a woman whose profile looked familiar.

Quilbian spoke while leaning against the drunken man.

“It’s pretty hot here.”

The woman turned her head. A small pendant around her neck caught her eye. It went well with her white neck.

“Really? I’m cold.”

“If it’s cold, you should drink.”

“Do you have any recommendations?”

“It’s a recommendation.”

It was when I raised my hand to call the bartender.

Quilbian looked at the woman’s face again, feeling a strong sense of foreboding.

“Where have we seen each other?”

“Do you often hear that my comments are cliché?”

“No, that’s not it. I really think I’ve seen it somewhere. Somewhere… … .”

There was a name that tickled my mouth.

Quillvian said, looking into the woman’s turquoise eyes.

“Twella?”

“Huh? Do you really know me?”

The hand holding the glass became stronger.

Oh, really.

I came to my senses. Maybe it was because it was a long time since I experienced it, but I spent a lot of time in a dazed state.

“You don’t know me… … .”

Quilbian shut his mouth with a groan. An unknown hand grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back hard.

what?

The moment I fell backwards on the chair while struggling.

Quilbian opened his eyes wide. He saw the sky. He rolled his eyes and saw Winte looking down with a furrowed brow.

“Why is that?”

Winte said softly.

“Where have you been?”

(Continued in next episode)