The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 67



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Episode 67

“What should I do when I go out?”

Quilbian sat down next to Winte and asked.

“Open a cafe. I’ve already secured one regular customer.”

“That’s not bad. You can also be clever at entertaining.”

I leaned back against the backrest, stretching out my legs.

“I’d rather live in a town with a moderate amount of people than in a crowded place. No, I’ve never lived in a city before, so I’ll have to go to the city this time. I’ll work there, save money, and open a store with the money I’ve saved. As I live, I’ll probably meet one or two women with similar personalities, get married, and have about four children.”

“And then?”

“I’m going to die when I grow old. I hope I can die without getting sick, but I’m worried because life has never been as it should be.”

Winte’s eyes moved up and down. Quilbian furrowed his eyebrows at the gaze scanning his body.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“What if it’s the same outside?”

“I told you I was losing strength.”

“I would definitely say ‘maybe’.”

“… … That’s true.”

Within the realm of the two-faced, it didn’t matter whether you lived a hundred years or a thousand years, because you didn’t interact with others.

Next to him is a falcon that has lived for over 130 years and is still fine, just like a dragon that has lived for a long time.

There is nothing to worry about because this is a world where the abnormal becomes normal.

But you get to live 130 years in the outside world?

“Most of the religions you believe in and worship claim eternal life. Fire is a huge sales pitch.”

“Please stop calling me ‘you guys’. I don’t believe you.”

Winte continued speaking without paying any attention.

“If I were the leader of the sect, I would definitely catch you. I would gather all the believers, stab you in the stomach, and throw you into the fire. Everyone would cheer, saying that the miracle of immortality has come down to us.”

It was a development that made me sigh.

If it had been absurd, I would have laughed, but it was so realistic that I couldn’t even laugh.

“Your emperors, or kings, have all had their eyes set on immortality at some point. Most have sought it for fun, but some have sought the secret to eternal life with the intent to overthrow their own country.”

Winte looked at Quilbian with a grin.

I saw that disgusting smile twice today.

“So what? Go out and take care of yourself?”

“Yeah, I’m warning you to be careful. You’re my precious test subject, and my second-best coffee drinker.”

It was a win-win that started with coffee and ended with coffee. I asked back with a sly smile.

“It’s been 130 years and this is only the second time. Who was the first?”

“Him.”

“Aha. Coffee from God. Come to think of it, coffee was also created by God. That’s kind of funny.”

From creation to enjoyment.

Did you touch on each and every one of those details? Should I say it’s meticulous or should I say it’s cute?

A world where every little thing is taken care of.

It would be natural to feel attached.

“I’m talking about erosion.”

“You said you didn’t care?”

“I’m asking while we’re on the subject. When erosion occurs, the goblins of the realm of the past and present come out and start a massacre.”

He continued speaking, glancing up at the sky.

“Do designers just watch then?”

“I guess so.”

“You say this place was created by mistake, not intention. You wouldn’t lift a finger even though all the creatures you created with your own hands might disappear? I thought you were a very humane person, but I guess that’s not the case.”

“Even if it was a mistake, I gained intelligence and even found the answer to how to live. Even if the designer had been in perfect condition, he would have left it alone.”

“From what I can see from what you are saying, it seems like our Creator is in pain… … .”

“It’s not entirely wrong to say that it hurts. It might disappear soon. It won’t be complete disappearance, but it will lose almost all of its strength.”

“Is that okay? If the creator of the world disappears, who will take care of this world?”

Winte raised his glass and spoke softly.

“That’s why you’re praying for complete independence. You’re waiting for someone to do it. Yes, the person who’s looking forward to the birth of a superhuman more than anyone else is my creator.”

“… … I don’t know about the world or superhumans or anything like that, I just want to die comfortably and have no other wishes.”

“I don’t know if that will work out for you.”

Quilbian looked at Winte. To be exact, he stared at the face of ‘Althea’.

“Do you still have all your memories from when you were Altera?”

“It’s not perfect. I got swept away along the way and my psychic body was destroyed. Its power has now reached a level where my psychic body can no longer handle it.”

that.

It must refer to that woman.

“The reason I kept talking about fate was because I knew what was going to happen, that it was really fate?”

“Unfortunately, I can’t see the future. I can only feel it.”

“Why did you approach Twella? Did she really see destiny, the future?”

Winte turned his head. Quilbian could read the emotion in his golden eyes. It was interest.

“It took about 100 years.”

“What is it?”

“How long did it take you to ask about Twella?”

“… … .”

Quillvian looked back. Twella was dancing on the rooftop in her black monk’s robes.

He smiled broadly and moved his feet elegantly, as if he had no interest in the conversation between the two.

“Is it patience, or indifference, or just plain forgetting? It took longer than I expected.”

“It was only recently that he started to stop talking.”

“You’re not going to talk?”

I looked at Twella again. Winte’s gaze also shifted.

“That’s it. He doesn’t talk to me these days. In the past, whenever he showed up, he would nag me and say all sorts of things, but these days, he just dances.”

“I see.”

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do. If it’s a spirit, it must have been born inside me. I definitely created it, but I have no idea what it’s thinking.”

Twella was on the railing, spinning around on tiptoe. She danced passionately under the darkness that was slowly creeping in as the sun set.

“Can you see it?”

“It looks good.”

“What do you think he’s thinking?”

“well.”

Twella came down from the railing and approached. She held out her hand without saying a word.

I stared at the white hands.

“Do you want to dance?”

Twella nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, what can’t you do?”

Killed hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of times.

Killing and killing left no meaning left.

Even if a living Twella, the Twella that followed that woman, appeared before his eyes, Quilbian would spit once and turn away.

“It’s a waste to waste my emotions on you.”

I grabbed Twella’s hand and pulled gently. I felt her weight pressed against me and crossed my feet.

I danced ballroom dancing until I was sick of it. The dance style and beats were different every time, but since it was a dance performed by people with the same arms and legs, I was able to get the feel of it after doing it a few times.

Twella took the lead, as if she wanted to lead. She left it to him and followed. She put her left foot out and pulled her right foot as if sweeping the floor, then turned.

“What are you thinking about?”

I asked a question, but there was only silence.

“I’m sure you’re doing well. That woman seemed to care for you.”

Twella, her feet chubby, escaped from my arms and ran across the rooftop with her arms outstretched.

Couples dance, they are tired of it, so they dance solo excitedly.

Quilbian sat down next to Winte after watching Twella dance in the distance.

“If you keep doing that, it will disappear someday.”

“It will disappear. And it won’t be long before that happens.”

A long cry was heard from the sky.

The falcon folded its huge wings and landed on the ground, staggering over to come next to Quilbian.

He laid down with his heavy head resting on his thigh.

“It’s been a while. But where the hell have you been?”

He said, stroking the falcon’s head. The falcon’s large eyes moved slightly from side to side before closing.

You look tired.

“This place is definitely strange. I’m the one who got this body because I ate a goblin, but this guy has been living for so long without any reason. He’s also the size of a cow.”

“There’s a reason for everything. The reason he’s holding on so hard, and the reason he’s finally here by your side.”

The eagle’s head became even heavier. It seemed like he was going to sleep while he was here.

“Should I sing you a lullaby?”

He laughed quietly and patted the hawk.

If it weren’t for this guy, I would have died a long time ago.

Life wasn’t always happy, but I still wanted to survive, and I survived thanks to this guy.

If one day a hawk were to point its beak at his heart, Quilbian would gladly expose his ribs and give him his heart.

“Oh, by the way, I guess its owner is dead too.”

“I’m alive.”

“If he’s still alive after 130 years, that means his master isn’t human. Maybe a dragon?”

“There is only one entity you define as a dragon. I am the beginning and the end of the only species.”

Quilbian pursed his lips.

“Should I comfort you or should I laugh?”

“Do whatever you want.”

“… … You must have been very lonely.”

“I wasn’t lonely because I had a friend who understood me.”

“Do you have any friends with that personality?”

“I really like my personality.”

Quilbian opened his eyes wide and looked at Winte.

Although it had become a familiar existence, Winte was a creature that he could not dare to understand.

How can we understand a monster who has dissected thousands of human beings simply out of curiosity?

“Well, let’s say that’s true.”

Quilbian looked down at the falcon. It was sleeping like a doll, without even stirring.

He was breathing, but his breathing was thin and faint, unlike usual.

Where does it hurt?

I touched it lightly, but it didn’t even flinch. Normally, if you tapped the base of its beak, it would glare nervously and give a warning.

“Please take a look at this. There seems to be something wrong with this.”

Winte didn’t even glance at him.

Just pick up the empty glass and shake it gently.

“I’ll get you some coffee later, so for now… … .”

“I can’t revive what the designer intended. If it’s injured, I can heal it, but that guy isn’t injured.”

ah.

He immediately realized what Winte was talking about. Quilbian carefully swept the falcon away.

“You’ve lived a long time. Yes, it’s been a long time since you left.”

He lowered his head and placed his forehead on the falcon’s head.

Although they could not exchange words, they always shared something more than words.

Having spent a long life here and there, I have had countless people I could call my best friends and confidants.

But if asked to pick just one friend out of the countless others listed, Quilbian would say ‘Marie’ without hesitation, not ‘Myeong’.

“Yes. It’s better to go comfortably like this. Go as if you’re sleeping. Leave all your pain and worries here.”

Did the words of farewell reach you?

Or maybe it was scattered in emptiness.

“If I had known this would happen, I would have given it a name. Right?”

The hawk was quiet.

The warmth that his large body was radiating cooled down in an instant.

It felt like a sharp cry was ringing through the sky.

At times like this, I miss auditory hallucinations.

This friend’s cries are always welcome.

“I can’t believe the covenant lasted this long. The world is still full of mysterious things.”

Winte said.

(Continued in next episode)