The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 79



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Episode 79

The train departed, belching steam.

Quilbian turned around, looking at the steam that had a soft purple tint to it.

As I left the platform, I saw street stalls lined up in front of the station.

“This one.”

I handed over a coin and a copy of the newspaper. The stall owner waved goodbye.

I sat down on the bench and opened the newspaper. It was covered with articles about the Western Union starting a solidarity strike.

It’s a busy world.

Read and reread the newspaper.

The sun that had been floating overhead disappeared and a faint darkness came.

Lamppost keepers began to walk up and down the streetlights to manage the lights.

Streetlights turning on one by one.

I stared blankly at the crimson light shimmering with mana.

I had something to do. I was pretty busy. So why was I spending my time here?

Quillvian laughed in vain.

It was a strange day. I woke up and decided to go home.

A man with an umbrella approached in the middle of the night. The hem of his long coat swayed as if brushing the floor.

A person who came closer lifted the umbrella.

It was a woman. A woman of unbelievable beauty. Looking at her red lips, Quilbian realized why he had been spending so much time here.

“You’re here.”

The memories continued.

Quilbian offered Cheryl a seat. Cheryl folded her parasol and handed it to Quilbian. She also took the gloves she was wearing.

“Should I have these level of manners?”

Cheryl said.

After taking care of the umbrella and gloves, I spread out a handkerchief and laid it on the bench.

“How about this?”

“This is excessive. But it’s not bad.”

Cheryl sat on the bench.

“Hey kid, do you have any cigarettes?”

“wait for a sec.”

I put my hand inside my jacket. I took out the case and opened it, only tobacco crumbs spilling out.

“None.”

“You don’t even take care of that. You have no sense at all.”

“Go over there later and get it. The men will bring it to you if you ask.”

He pointed to the people gathered in front of the station. They each had an extension in their hand, wondering what they were going to do in the middle of the night. Most of them were wooden clubs, and there were also hammers here and there.

“Who are you planning to kill?”

Cheryl said, looking at the crowd.

“They said they were on strike.”

“aha.”

Cheryl said, tilting her neck slightly from side to side.

“Did you see the train?”

“I saw it.”

“Where on earth did that come from?”

“It was made by Bulbartie.”

“Really? I just found out. I’ve only been taking bride classes. I guess this is the kind of place.”

“You must have been bored.”

“Very much. So I killed two teachers on my way out. It wasn’t something that happened in real life, but I got really annoyed when I saw their faces. They scolded me so much.”

“Why kill innocent people?”

“Because I wanted to kill you.”

“The world is so comfortable. I envy you, I envy you.”

Quillvien stood up from his seat.

“You have to eat.”

“Okay.”

“Do you have money?”

Cheryl smiled and took out her wallet. Fortunately, she seemed to have a lot of money in her.

I left the station and went into a nearby restaurant. It was a nice place that was open late into the night.

I sat at a corner table.

“This is my first time in a shabby place like this. It’s different.”

“You must have grown up in a very prestigious home.”

“Roselty Corporation. That’s our family.”

“Last time, a prophet that even the king looked up to, this time, the daughter of a tycoon.”

“What about you?”

Quilbian took a bite of his pre-meal bread and briefly recalled his memories.

“A trainee journalist. Even though I’m a trainee, I’m nothing special. I’m just a freeloader who wanders around looking for news stories.”

“Last time you were a coachman, this time you’re an apprentice. A low-class life. In reality?”

“I was a slave. A pig-handling slave.”

“Wherever I go, it’s the same floor. How sad.”

It was Cheryl who was giggling while covering her mouth.

The waiter set down the food and stared at Cheryl.

The employee flinched and stepped back as Cheryl turned her head sheepishly.

“Males, you know, are fun to tease.”

“With that face, anything you do will be fun.”

“This face? Not bad.”

Quilbian served food on his personal plate. The ship was clamoring for food.

I picked up a potato soaked in sauce with my fork. As I was putting it in my mouth, I saw Cheryl staring at me from the other side.

“Aren’t you eating?”

“You have to pack it for me to eat.”

“Your hands are still intact, so eat it yourself.”

“I told you I grew up well. Treat me well.”

He let out a small sigh and poured some food into Cheryl’s bowl.

“Don’t ask me to feed you. You might end up cutting your throat with a knife.”

“Like when you stabbed me in the neck with a fork last time?”

“yes.”

Cheryl stroked the back of her neck.

“It was quite thrilling at the time. It was the first time in a long time that I realized what pain was.”

“I’ll let you taste it again soon. I don’t know much about anything else, but I know a lot about pain.”

“Think about it.”

Cheryl ate her food. Quilbian leaned back in his chair and looked around.

Every customer in the restaurant looked straight at Cheryl. There was no distinction between men and women. Cheryl’s appearance was like a magic spell that caught their attention.

“That face.”

“huh?”

“That face. Has it been like that since birth?”

“This? No. Veild put a lot of effort into carving it.”

“Veiled?”

“My friend. He got one of my arms eaten and ran away in a huff.”

“Ah. I see what you mean.”

The first ones Winte mentioned.

A goblin who finds his brother and realizes his karma.

“I’m talking about your friends.”

Quilbian continued, slicing thick pieces of meat.

“How many are alive? There are five in total.”

“Winte told me all sorts of things. It seems like he really likes you.”

Cheryl raised her hand slightly. The waiter came running over. When she asked for water, he poured it into her glass as if it was an honor.

“There were four of us when we broke up.”

“Did you eat one?”

“Let’s call it a noble sacrifice. I feel a little sorry for that kid. But if you think about it, it was also his fault. He had great magical power, but he didn’t have the brains to use it. So it makes sense for us, who can use it better, to share it.”

“So the four of you shared a friend and gained some enlightenment? Did you become stronger?”

“I was able to get out of there. Pian, the realm of the two sides.”

Quilbian tilted his head.

“You guys are the ones who built the sky wall.”

“Oh, that’s right. There used to be a name for it called Sky Wall. It’s been so long I forgot.”

Cheryl tapped her plate with her fork.

“It was a curtain I put up to live in.”

“To live?”

“I realized that we are not God’s creation. We are just random remnants. We would not have been very beautiful to the Great One. So we had to hide to avoid His eyes.”

“Like a rat?”

“That’s right, tick tick.”

It was Cheryl who spoke with a cute smile.

“It was a really long time. We learned a lot during that time. We discovered a Nak similar to Mana, and we figured out how to use it.”

Sorcery.

Quilbian scratched his head and asked.

“While we’re on the subject, do you know the goblin named Sitpin?”

“Siffin! You know, a smart but timid friend. A clever goblin born in another world, not the one we created. I met him once.”

“okay?”

“I tried to persuade him really nicely to give me half of his body, but he… … got really scared and ran away. I wanted to catch him, but he was so fast.”

Cheryl was shaking her head.

“What a nostalgic name. He must be hiding somewhere where no one can see him. He’s a friend I miss as much as you do. Have you ever met Sitpin?”

“No. But I’d like to see you at least once. There are a few things I’d like to ask you about magic.”

“Aha. So you’re trying to create magic too?”

Cheryl pointed the tip of the knife at Quillvian’s chest.

“Those of you who have seeds can use Narc, but creating magic is a different story. Creating perfect magic won’t be easy. Narc isn’t even a power for you in the first place.”

I nodded and looked down at the table. I moved my fork a few times and the food was gone.

“Can I order more?”

“You have a big appetite.”

“I don’t usually eat. Eating when I’m hungry is a happy thing.”

Cheryl shrugged.

I called the waiter over and ordered him some food while he was busy looking after Cheryl.

“As you said, in the end, it’s mana’s role to manifest power.”

“In the early stages, yes. Ah! Even Winte has not yet reached the depths of magic. So he may not have been able to explain it properly. After all, to the Master, magic was just another form of power, not a means that had to be learned.”

Cheryl lifted the tablecloth, wiped her mouth, then raised both hands to eye level.

The white fingers moved like waves.

“Yes! Anything you need.”

The employee came running.

“I need something.”

“Go ahead.”

“Can you lend me your head?”

It was Cheryl who smiled brightly.

At the same time, the employee’s head was torn off his neck. The headless body collapsed to the side.

“……ah.”

It was when someone’s sigh began and screams spread out. When Cheryl tapped her ear with her finger, the customers in the restaurant fell silent.

People looked surprised and covered their mouths with their hands. When their mouths didn’t open, they got up and tried to leave the restaurant.

“Don’t go out.”

Quillvian spoke to the people, but no one listened.

I had no choice but to pick up the chair and throw it at the restaurant entrance. The chair flew away and broke with a loud noise.

People heading towards the entrance stopped in their tracks.

“If you go out, you’ll die. This woman, she intends to kill everything that runs outside. So please, step back and hold onto the wall. Then you’ll be fine.”

Cheryl smiled, cradling the employee’s head to her chest.

“You can read my intentions to some extent.”

“Because I’ve been living on the side of food for so long.”

While I was talking to Cheryl, one of the women finally threw down her bag and ran towards the door.

Quillvian squinted one eye.

The Quilbians of this world were not monsters. Unlike reality, where you could touch the sky with one step, here, you would be out of breath after jumping for a minute.

Mysterious magic?

The nak is felt but cannot be used.

The only way to catch a woman a few meters away was through empty shouts.

“Don’t go!”

As she shouted, the woman grabbed the doorknob.

Quillvian looked at Cheryl.

“I’m just scared, so can’t you let it go?”

“Winte would have said something like this. If you can’t see the bug, it’s okay, but if you do, it’s disgusting. And if the bug doesn’t listen to me and acts like that… … .”

The woman who had been holding the doorknob and shaking it flinched and took a step back.

The woman’s body was torn apart diagonally and fell to the floor.

Blood pooled at the entrance to the store.

Quillvin looked at the people again and said.

“If you don’t want to get killed, back off. This bitch won’t even give you a warning. Mark my words. Don’t move at all. Just close your eyes and pray. Please let me survive.”

Quillbian took a chair from the next table and sat down again.

“Let’s finish talking. Or kill me.”

“We have to talk.”

Cheryl said, placing the employee’s head on the table.

(Continued in next episode)