The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 74



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Episode 74

Here and there.

It took about an hour for my mind, which had been floating between reality and reality, to settle into my body.

Quilbian opened his eyes again after checking his memories.

“Cheryl, you know that name, right?”

“That was one of its names. I think it was Cheryl… … .”

Winte turned his head and looked blankly.

“Did you meet it there?”

“Did we just meet? He even gave me a neck as a gift.”

“Take the neck out. That’s a funny expression. So it’s dead?”

“He’s not dead, is he? He looks like me. His body is here, but his mind is completely detached and he opens his eyes there.”

It was a dizzying situation.

If I had fallen asleep there, I would have probably lived my whole life as a coachman, Quilbian, and then died.

“They didn’t kill me right away. They seemed to want to tie me up there.”

“If I kill you in the gap, there’s a chance you’ll come back here. By the way, that, no, Cheryl found something interesting. I wonder how you got in through the gap. Even if the two-sided realm is their world and you can come and go freely, the gap and the two-sided realm have different properties.”

Winte smiled brightly, saying it was interesting.

“But do you have any grudge against that monster?”

“Probably not.”

“Why can’t I catch Winte when I don’t have any?”

“It’s probably some kind of self-proving. Or maybe they’re just curious about what I taste like. They’re fun kids.”

“As long as they have fun amongst themselves, why bother with someone else… .”

Why should I be included in the monster playground? Quillvian thought back to the eyes he had seen in Cheryl at the last moment.

It was an obsession bordering on madness.

That woman will never give up.

Finding Twella, targeting me, and obsession with Winte.

I immediately realized that this was a relationship that would only end with death.

“Winte… … .”

I couldn’t bring myself to call him ‘nim’.

“Call me comfortable. What’s between us?”

“Okay, Winte. I’ll treat you like an elder, but don’t expect any respect. Considering the shit I’m going through because of what you did… .”

“If you think about it?”

The anger welled up and then quickly dissipated.

“Okay. Even if we mix things up, I’ll be the one who loses.”

“Remember that the greatest strength of the human race is its richness of emotions. If you want to be angry, be angry. If you want to laugh, laugh.”

“Damn it. That’s why it’s not working well. I guess I’ve lived too long.”

Even if you mix in some swear words, it doesn’t convey any emotion. It just comes out like a habit, like a passing fancy.

Winte laughed out loud. It was the first time I saw Winte laugh so cheerfully.

“What’s so funny?”

“What would you think if your pet dog talked about life with a serious expression?”

“I hope you live long, really.”

“It’s not all that good, but it’s good now. It’s the first time in a long time that I’ve laughed out loud.”

Quilbian picked up a rock rolling on the rooftop and threw it at Winte. The rock flew with a crashing sound and struck Winte’s temple. With a thud, Winte’s head snapped at an angle that it shouldn’t have.

If it had been a human, it would have been a fatal wound that would have killed him instantly, but Winte simply smiled and restored the cervical vertebrae.

“My memories were all jumbled up so I forgot, but my body has returned to normal?”

Just before being transferred to the gap, Quilbian was struck by a spell that turned him into a fox.

I passed out as a giant raccoon, but now I see that I’ve returned to a human body.

“It’s not a permanent transformation. And it’s a pretty useful drink for you. When you turn into a fox and come back, most of the wounds on your body will be healed.”

“If I just leave my body alone, it will heal itself.”

“You can shorten the time.”

Quilbian looked at his left arm with a sharp look. A blue-legged raccoon was curled up there. It raised its tentacles and shook them, glad to see him again.

“Why is this here?”

“Because you swallowed the essence of magic.”

“The essence of magic?”

“Let me check if I remember correctly. There are three ways to learn magic. The first is to read the documented magic and… … .”

“Swallowing the magic that has been realized. I didn’t tell you the ending. Fortunately, my head is still intact.”

A red magic book appeared before my eyes. It was the book that the fox had wrapped around.

“The magic that you have completely digested as your own or the magic that you have established your own rules for can be bound to objects through a series of processes. The magic that you used in your talisman is an easy-to-understand example.”

“If I just swallow the talisman I made, will other people be able to use magic as well?”

“It’s not that simple. When implementing magic for transmission, it requires the intervention of not only the Nak but also the mental world.”

The imaginary world.

I had heard it through Altera. She said that it was a term related to magic, so there was no need to worry too much about it.

“To put it more simply, you have to take your life.”

“life?”

“I guess you could say that my lifespan is determined by fate.”

“Was life a consumable?”

“You’re consuming it now too. Something obvious.”

“Then I can do whatever I want with that legend. Since I have a body that could die at any moment.”

Winte smiled.

“That’s not wrong. If a yellow goblin wants to pass on the vision, he’ll have to sacrifice everything, but you should be able to recover with a day or so of rest.”

The red book floating in the air turned black from the bottom up, then soon turned to ash and disappeared.

“The law books made for transmission can usually only be used once. Once transmission is over, they disappear like this. The dregs of Nak attached to your body should also disappear, but it seems to be clinging to your body to keep it alive.”

Quillvian looked at the raccoon wrapped around his arm. When he put his finger on it, it raised its head and flinched.

“It’s just dregs. I guess it won’t be a problem if I clean it up.”

“There won’t be any.”

Did it understand human speech? The fox trembled at the word “clean up.”

“Because there is intervention from the imaginary world, the essence of magic contains the thoughts of the conjurer. That bug can be said to be the thoughts of the goblin who created magic.”

“Not only did you take away the Nak, but now you even took the magic created by the goblin. Who would consider me human?”

“You have already transcended the category of the human species. I don’t know if that is a blessing or a curse for you.”

“It’s a disaster. What kind of luck is it to live like this?”

Quilbian glared at the raccoon.

Upon closer inspection, I saw that he was slowly eating the nack that was leaking out of his body.

There is no such thing as carnivorous.

It was when I was about to grab his head and blow it up.

– Save me.

It was a voice that was transmitted in my head.

I glanced at Winte.

“It’s not me.”

That’s right.

I stared into the fox’s black eyes.

– I hate being sick.

“It won’t hurt. I’ll kill you before you even feel any pain.”

– I don’t even want to die. I was just born. I just want to live quietly next to you.

“Why should I raise you?”

– Want to pull out one arm?

Are you a crazy goblin?

There was nothing more to hear. I grabbed the fox’s torso and pulled hard.

– Pull your arm out quickly!

“This guy is seriously crazy.”

– Hurry up!

It was so desperate that Quilbian let go of his grip. He was curious. What could he be showing?

My sixth sense is also quiet, so it doesn’t seem dangerous.

“My arms are a hassle.”

Quilbian wrapped his left index finger with his right hand and pulled hard.

The flesh was slowly torn and soon the finger fell off. Blood dripped down, but the bleeding quickly stopped.

I looked at the finger I had removed for a moment.

I pulled out my finger without any hesitation. A sharp pain ran up my nerve, but I only felt pain, and it didn’t cause a seizure or bother me.

Pain is just pain.

The physical pain was insignificant compared to the mental breakdown.

“Even goblins have a strong aversion to having their own bodies removed, but you don’t even have that anymore. Congratulations. You are neither human nor goblin.”

Winte sent applause.

I ignored it and looked at the fox.

“Okay. I pulled out my finger, but not my arm. Now what do I do…?”

Before the question could be finished, something moved around the severed finger.

Looking closely, it was a fox’s leg.

Even from the severed finger, a fox’s leg sprouted.

– Paste it.

The fox said.

He placed his broken finger on the severed part. The fox’s legs, which had been moving around, sensed each other and soon held on tightly.

I watched the joint quietly.

Red drops of blood bubbled from the torn skin, and soon the feeling in my fingers returned.

Quilbian swept the wound with his palm. As the blood was wiped away, a completely healed finger was revealed.

I moved my fingers, looking at the faint scar that remained.

“The body is something that can be taken apart and reattached.”

Quillbian looked down at the fox. It was shaking its body with its tentacles raised.

– Now I can live.

“I didn’t say I’d spare your life yet.”

– why?

“If you ask why… … .”

I didn’t really have anything to say.

Far from being dangerous, it was a helpful curse.

“This salt thing, is it harmful to me?”

“That salt is dregs. It is only imbued with the ideals of the one who created or embodied the magic, but it has no intention of its own. No. Survival. That is the only destiny and karma of the dregs. Perhaps.”

Perhaps that means there are salts that are harmful.

The fox moved back and forth between the fingers of his left hand and then wrapped itself around his index finger.

It was a fox that turned into a dark blue ring.

The fox spoke, sticking out its tentacles.

– This is my place. I like it here.

“Whoever wants… … .”

– I like it here. So please give it to me.

It seemed like the child was throwing a tantrum.

A rational conversation seemed impossible. If I told her no, she wouldn’t listen, and if I told her I was going to kill her, she’d just cry.

“Winte.”

“why?”

“Are all salts like this guy?”

“Most likely. They’re just newly awakened with the power of a doctor. If you want to kill them, kill them. The magic doesn’t break just because the salt disappears. Since the essence has been absorbed, they’re just shells.”

He snapped his index finger.

The fox was silent. It seemed as if it had entered into a silent protest.

“Yeah. We have to hang out with weird guys.”

The moment I decided to save it, the fox lifted its tentacles. It seemed as if it was reading my inner thoughts.

– I thought about it carefully.

“Just sleep well.”

– okay.

You answered well.

You’ve unintentionally introduced a parasite into your body. No, it might just keep growing.

If you learn the magic, it will definitely happen.

– You can’t leave me.

It was a fox that spoke quickly, as if it felt a sense of crisis.

“You are the one who will solve it in the future.”

– Yeah. I’m Pun.

“Aren’t you going to ask why?”

– If you are a fool, then I am a fool.

“… …He’s a comfortable guy.”

Pun was the owner’s name.

I fiddled with the ring. It was supposed to be a curse without substance, but it felt like it had a texture. Could other people see it too?

“It looks good.”

Winte spoke before he could ask.

“Winte.”

“No way. Miracles don’t happen.”

As expected, it was Winte who read first and answered. ‘Can I kill Cheryl?’ That was the question Quilbian was trying to ask.

“When I saw it from the gap, it wasn’t scary at all. But when I saw the real thing… … .”

“I will give you my heart with my own hands. They are far beyond existence.”

they.

Quillvin asked, recalling Cheryl’s face.

“How many monsters have you raised in total?”

(Continued in next episode)