The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 73



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Episode 73

Every single piece of furniture in the living room was luxurious. Were all the shiny dishes on the shelves made of gold?

I swallowed dry saliva and clasped my hands together.

I was completely out of my mind. I couldn’t sleep, so my memories were all blurry, and then I met someone I didn’t expect and ended up in a place like this.

I raised my head slightly and looked at the door.

Through the slightly open doorway, people in silver armor were visible.

Those who serve God and carry out God’s will.

The armored men stood side by side. Then the door opened wide.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

“Oh, no.”

Quilbian jumped up from his seat and answered. He didn’t dare look at her face, and his gaze was fixed on the edge of the pure white castle.

“You didn’t drink tea?”

“I will drink now.”

I drank quickly because it felt like he was nagging me for not drinking. It felt like the roof of my mouth was ripening, but I didn’t care.

“No matter what I say, you’ll feel uncomfortable.”

“No, not at all.”

He quickly sat down like a trained soldier at the signal to sit down. He waited for the prophet to continue speaking, looking only at his feet.

“I don’t want to talk to you just by looking at your forehead.”

“Oh, yes.”

I raised my head.

The prophet, who was hard to see even from a distance and whom even the king had a hard time meeting, was smiling right before my eyes.

It was a comfortable smile, but Quilbian was just worried.

Why was I called here?

Why are you being so kind to me?

Above all else.

Why did you say you were waiting for me?

“Did you sleep?”

It was a gaze that seemed to see through everything. Quilbian shook his head slightly.

“You know everything.”

“Because I saw it. It’s about you.”

“I…….”

“Should we eat first? I’m hungry.”

I’m out of my mind and have no appetite, but how can I say no?

Quillvian answered, “Yes,” as his mind began to blur.

The table in the living room was covered with food.

It was food I had never heard of or seen before. On one side, there was a mountain of fruit, and on the floor were expensive fruits that would cost an entire week’s wages to buy just a handful.

So how much do those yellow and red fruits on top cost?

“It’s called Gilia. Have you tried it?”

The prophet noticed my gaze and personally put some fruit in a bowl for me.

“No. This is my first time seeing it.”

“Try it, it’s a delicacy.”

I picked up the silver fork and brought the fruit to my mouth. It tasted like something colorful, but my tongue wasn’t working properly.

Could it be because the tension has eased slightly?

My vision grew blurry again and my head creaked like a poorly oiled clockwork.

“You must be very tired.”

“Oh, no.”

The words came out slowly.

“Lie down.”

“yes?”

“You have a talent for making people say things twice.”

He was a prophet who smiled and pointed to the floor.

Talking back is unimaginable.

I lay down on the floor right away. The wool-covered floor was warm.

“Close your eyes.”

I lowered my eyelids.

“Take a deep breath.”

My body, which was crying out for rest, clashed with my still-clear mind.

“You’ll be fine. Don’t worry about anything and just rest.”

There seemed to be a sweet scent in his voice.

My body felt drowsy. It seemed like the sleep I had been praying for was slowly coming to me.

“Let go of everything. Whatever it was, you are free now.”

Free. A strange sense of liberation was felt. Quilbian breathed slowly and enjoyed the darkness.

It felt like my body was melting away. It was like liquid dissipating. It was an indescribable pleasure.

Rest.

The sleep I’ve been longing for.

“Forget it. It’s okay for you.”

Even the prophet’s voice grew fainter.

My senses were dulled and I was on the verge of forgetting where I was.

Something was rattling between my molars. It was a strangely irritating, foreign sensation.

I tried to ignore it and go to sleep, but I just couldn’t.

I opened my eyes with great difficulty. The prophet was looking down from the side, not knowing when I had come.

Their eyes met. The face of the prophet I was looking straight at seemed very familiar. It was strange. Why did the face of the great man I was seeing for the first time in my life feel so familiar?

“Why did you open your eyes?”

The prophet’s hand touched his forehead.

It was a touch that reminded me of my mother. My mother, who would comfort me by holding a warm stone on a cold winter day and telling me that things would get better soon.

Yeah, I should go to sleep.

My eyes slowly closed, but I finally sat up because of the rough feeling in my mouth.

“Can’t sleep?”

“No, it was just before I went to bed.”

“But why… … .”

“I felt like something was in my mouth. It was so bothersome that I couldn’t sleep.”

“I see.”

The prophet laughed. I thought his smile was truly beautiful.

“Rinse your mouth and lie down again.”

“yes.”

I gulped down the water and swallowed it. But the foreign feeling still remained. I turned my head slightly and put my finger in my mouth.

I ran my hand through the gaps between my molars and pulled it out.

What’s on your fingertips.

It was gray sand.

When did you swallow something like this? Did it enter your mouth when you were lying down?

I was just staring at the sand in the distance.

A pure white towel came and wiped my hand.

“I guess it’s okay now.”

The prophet himself wiped his hands. He bowed his head, not knowing what to do with himself.

“thank you.”

“I will greet you again after you wake up, when your mind is clear.”

What a wonderful person I am.

I lay down with a much lighter heart. I was confident that I would fall asleep if I just took a few deep breaths.

Before closing my eyes, I once again stole a glance at the prophet’s face. Will I ever see a more beautiful face in my life?

I’m a lucky guy.

Even if you tell this to someone else, they probably won’t believe you.

The prophet personally treated you and even cured your mental illness?

It seemed more realistic to say that I had caught the legendary dragon.

Dragon.

I closed my eyes and recalled the word.

I felt annoyed for some reason. It was a word I didn’t normally use, but it felt strangely familiar.

It was when the line of thought that started from the word dragon gradually spread out.

Again, a hand touched my forehead.

“Let go of distracting thoughts. They are bad thoughts that are eating away at you.”

“okay.”

I let go of all thoughts.

I focused only on the beautiful voice of the prophet.

A pleasant sleep was coming.

When you wake up, your body that feels like it’s carrying a lump of lead, your blurry vision, and your heavy heart will all be gone.

Let go of distracting thoughts and go to sleep.

Let’s forget everything.

Yeah, everything… … .

Still.

Gray sand is chewed in between.

Quilbian opened his mouth with his eyes closed and tried to put his hand in his mouth. A gentle hand stopped Quilbian’s hand.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

Don’t worry about it.

Quillbian raised his eyelids.

Pink lips are visible with a faint smile.

A familiar face.

“Prophet.”

“yes.”

“Can you tell me your name?”

“Are you curious about my name?”

“Yes. It’s my lifelong wish.”

“I guess I should tell you what you want. Instead, you should sleep soundly now when you hear my name.”

“I will do that.”

Her pink lips were swollen.

“My name is Twella.”

Quilbian smiled with satisfaction.

and.

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the prophet by the neck.

“Twella isn’t this pretty.”

“Ugh, ugh.”

The Prophet struggled, throwing up both hands. Quilbian raised himself up and pressed down on the Prophet with his weight.

The fallen prophet twisted his body.

“Fuck, why are you here? What the hell are you?”

The prophet, who had been groaning and crying in pain, stopped all his actions for a moment and raised the corners of his mouth.

“I told you to just sleep. Why aren’t you listening?”

“I don’t know, but I have terrible insomnia. I haven’t slept in over 100 years.”

“So, while you’re at it, let’s sleep. Sleep is precious to humans. You know that, right?”

“I know. I know because I’m human. But how don’t you know? You damn goblin.”

A woman with the face of a prophetess, no, ‘that woman’, smiled.

“What a pity. We’re almost there.”

“How are you here?”

“You’re funny. Then how come you’re here?”

“Fuck, don’t change the subject.”

He exerted his strength as if he was going to break her neck. The face of the prophet who had been acting relaxed gradually turned pale.

“This is what it feels like to die. I learned something.”

“It doesn’t seem like we met by chance. Did you follow me?”

“No. How can I chase you? This isn’t a world where that kind of thing works. But… … If you open your eyes, I can open my eyes too. It’s thanks to you. Oh, and it’s also thanks to that girl.”

That kid. He’s probably talking about Twella.

I slightly relaxed my grip. There were things I needed to know before I killed him.

“I never thought a world like this would exist. We still have a lot to learn.”

“we?”

“You’re with the master, aren’t you?”

“Are you talking about Winte?”

“Ah, now you have that name. It suits you. It’s a good name.”

“Winte just threw you some snacks.”

“Yes. It was a very delicious cookie. A wonderful knowledge. He showed us the way. We also learned how to relieve our cravings through him.”

“This is really crazy.”

That damn dragon.

If asked to name just one greatest threat to human society, Quillvian would pick Winthe without hesitation.

“What were you planning to do with me?”

“I tried to put you to sleep because you looked miserable. That’s all.”

“Since he didn’t kill me right away but instead made a fuss, it means he has something to gain from me, but I can’t get the feel of it.”

“Shall I tell you?”

The woman’s eyes dazzled. It was a smile that could be believed even if she were the embodiment of beauty.

Of course, Quilbian was disgusted by this.

“Master, no, we wanted to take Winte’s toy away. We wanted to see Winte suffer.”

“I’m sorry, but that monster won’t be sad even if I die.”

“That’s right. But I’ll be disappointed for a little while. Keeping you alive means you’re worth observing. That kind of disappointment when you lose a toy, that’s what I want to experience.”

“Crazy bitch.”

“Do you make coffee well? If that’s the case, Winte might be quite disappointed.”

“I’m a coffee freak. Come and get me a cup.”

“I want to go there too, but if I go now, Winte will kill me. I should avoid confrontation for now. But I will go there someday. I will eat every bit of his flesh, blood, hair, and nails.”

It was a pair of mad eyes.

I couldn’t tell if it was love or hate.

“Winte said so. We are beings born outside of the eyes of God. So we have no one to call our parents. That’s why we think of Winte as our parents. He is a very grateful person. We are so grateful that we want to eat everything.”

She was a woman whose teeth clacked together loudly.

“How about you guys just kill each other and end it? Leave me alone. I have something else to do.”

“You mean that kid? I saw it too. It was still there. Ah, I wonder what that kid tastes like. I don’t mind eating Winte with the others, but not that kid. He’s mine. My own… … .”

The door flew open.

The men in silver armor rushed in. Quillvian quickly grabbed a fork and held it to the woman’s neck.

“Hey you!”

“Don’t move and just wait a moment. I’ll be going now. You guys figure out the rest.”

I held my breath.

It’s time to go back.

As her breathing reached its limit and her mind began to blank out, Quilbian stabbed the woman in the neck with a fork.

I saw blood spurting.

The woman said with a big smile.

“Cheryl. That’s my name. We’ll meet again.”

What the hell.

The moment when the stabbed fork is drawn diagonally.

“……under.”

Quilbian opened his eyes.

“I had a long trip this time.”

Winte, who didn’t like the sight of him, waved his hand and said.

(Continued in next episode)