The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 82



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Episode 82

I came to my senses.

But what was visible was not a blue sky.

Gray foreground.

Quilbian sat up in shock.

I have longed to come back here. To wander through the countless gaps that exist and arrive here again.

“Twella!”

Quilbian ran, calling his foolish friend’s name.

A space where you can’t determine direction.

Previously, I had been able to find Twella with the help of a hawk, but this time there were no clues.

Where is she?

“Hey, Twella!”

He moved around, making loud noises.

A few days passed.

Blood was pouring from my neck and my thighs were cramping incessantly.

I bent down, coughing repeatedly. My head felt dizzy. I was falling asleep, but I couldn’t find peace even when I closed my eyes.

Quilbian lay on the sand and rubbed his thighs. He was shaking so much that he felt like a rat was coming at him. He groaned, clutching at his muscles that were throbbing and cracking.

When the pain subsided, I stood up and walked again.

My vision became blurry and I even forgot why I was walking, but I kept moving forward.

“Where are you?”

What is where?

Quilbian stared blankly at the gray sand. What was I doing here? I guess I was looking for someone, but no, was I looking for an object?

My thoughts didn’t follow through.

He buried his face in the sand.

I wanted to rest. I thought I would die if I could just rest.

It was a time when I couldn’t move a single finger due to the lethargy that was pressing down on my whole body.

Something tickled my arm. I barely managed to lift my eyelids. A raccoon was scurrying across my arm.

Where did that come from?

The fox, which had been spinning around, suddenly turned its head and looked at Quilbian.

The fox, which had come close to my eyes with its long antennae outstretched, raised its body.

The fox swayed from side to side.

It was like dancing.

– Don’t die. If you die, I’ll have nowhere to live.

“what?”

– Don’t die. Get up quickly.

I didn’t have the energy to respond. It was time to close my eyes again and wait for the peace that would never come.

My eye sockets stung. I opened my eyes with a start and saw the fox retreating behind me.

As before, I lifted my body and swayed it from side to side.

– Save me.

It was so absurd that I almost laughed. You want to kill a bug?

– I really hate it, but you took my life. You live first.

The fox that had been shaking its body sagged. Its body became completely dry, and soon it moved to my finger and wrapped it around my index finger.

Quilbian looked at the black ring and raised his body.

My head feels a little clearer.

I even remembered what I was doing.

“……thanks.”

He said, touching the ring. The guy didn’t answer. Maybe he had fallen into a long sleep.

Quillbian cleared away the gray sand that covered his legs.

I could tell intuitively.

When you sink into the sand, you forget everything and remain here, neither dead nor alive, just a part of the gray.

“It’s a scary place.”

I have to go back. Thinking rationally, that was the right answer. I had to open my eyes from my main body when my will was functioning normally.

Quilbian got up and shook off the sand from his body.

I know the answer, but I won’t choose it. A foolish consideration shown by a foolish woman. That’s why Quilbian also decided to make a foolish choice.

“Twella.”

I walked, calling out names.

In search of that child who is left alone somewhere in this world.

I know it’s stupid.

There is no map, and I have no idea what the world looks like.

What if the world stretched out endlessly?

What are the odds that two people who are no different from dust will ever meet?

It was something that couldn’t be discussed in numbers.

It was a situation where it was ridiculous to even mention the possibility.

If we ever meet.

If we meet.

Is it a miracle disguised as coincidence, or is it fate disguised as a miracle?

“I love you, you damned fate.”

Quilbian saw.

A house built of gray sand, and flowers.

Even now, the foolish woman was diligently creating flowers.

Quilbian knew that when the wind blew, everything would be covered in sand again.

Nevertheless, Twella was producing flowers.

I approached slowly.

I wanted to hear the story.

Why did you go to all that trouble to save me?

You must have seen this place, a hell that no living being can endure.

You must have known that you would be here forever.

Weren’t you scared?

And now, you don’t regret it?

How long did it take?

Quillvian realized that the distance between them had not narrowed at all.

I stopped walking.

I can’t reach you. My voice doesn’t even reach you.

Quillvien sat down. He sat and watched her without any hesitation.

When the wind blew and the house disappeared, she lay for a long time and looked up at the sky.

She didn’t move until her entire body disappeared under the sand.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he shook off the sand, got up, and moved his hands again.

He created grass and sculpted flowers.

A flower garden like we’ve seen before has been created.

I also made a bench and lay down on it and kicked my feet.

Quilbian also touched the gray sand. He pressed hard and tried to make a flower. It was ugly. He couldn’t even call it a flower.

How much time did it take Twella to create such a pretty flower?

Eventually, the house made of sand was completed.

She just looked at the house proudly, but didn’t go inside.

The wind blew again.

Everything crumbled into nothingness and returned to the beginning.

Quilbian created one last flower. This one was pretty well made. He carefully placed the tulip-like flower in the sand.

The direction the flower is facing is towards her.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be back later.”

It’s time to go back.

Quilbian kept his eyes on Twella until the last moment.

*

Twella looked up at the sky.

‘It’ is coming soon.

It was an unchangeable fate that it came down. It recognized me, it took me as its coordinates, and I was also pulling it.

In the futures I have seen tens of thousands of times, it has always descended.

There was no way to stop it.

Even Winte, the incarnation of the Great One, could not suppress it.

necessity.

Its procession was a fact that had to happen.

Twella tried every means possible to find another future.

It was no use.

It was the ‘irreversible flow’ that Winte spoke of.

Twella was getting more and more tired. Seeing the future was a terrible curse. The misery of having to walk while knowing that there was a cliff right in front of you.

Every time I looked in the mirror, I felt terribly uncomfortable. Was the skinny girl in the mirror really me?

Twella lived for thousands of years.

All events took place in her mind. In reality, only a few months had passed, but in Twella’s experience, it felt like thousands of years.

I grew up alone among the runny noses.

Even if social activities are limited, if you think, act, and reason alone for thousands of years, your soul and spirit will naturally mature.

No, maturity was an understatement.

Twella was rotten and decayed. It had the body of a girl, but what was inside was something unidentifiable that could hardly be called human.

One day, Twella yawned as she watched children being played by a goblin.

I felt like everything was useless.

Why should we prepare for disaster?

Why should I bother with that?

Why me only?

Even on days when I had such thoughts, I ended up seeing the future without fail.

Twella was sitting on the bench. It was a familiar time. What was going to happen next was clear to see.

Den would fall over. If Den didn’t fall over, Gain would start cleaning. If neither of them got up, Yuri would pass by sniffling, and if that didn’t happen either… … .

I’m bored.

I’ve seen too much.

Looking into the future and struggling alone was, as expected, a meaningless act.

Why didn’t you give up on such a reckless act in the first place?

It’ll end when I die.

death.

When you wake up, go up to the roof and jump off. Or you could just hang yourself.

Let us wake up from the terrible illusion of not being able to change anything and move towards a comfortable death.

“are you okay?”

Twella looked at the little boy sitting next to her. He was a neat-looking boy. As she looked into his dark eyes filled with worry, an idea occurred to her.

The reason for the struggle.

It was because of this child. I wanted to save Quilbian at all costs.

But it was a futile effort. There were no survivors in the future where it descended.

“Quil, I’m sorry.”

“what?”

“I’m going to stop now. I’m going to die.”

The moment I made that stinky confession to my most precious person, the sky split open.

‘It’ suddenly descended.

It was a future I had never seen before. It was when I looked up at the sky in despair.

Quilbian grabbed her hand and started running. Twella followed him weakly.

“Twella! Come on!”

“Quil, it’s no use. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know everything. I know everything. I know it all.”

As I was walking away with a weak smile, my body was pushed. Twella rolled on the floor and looked forward.

Quilbian, whose lower body was missing, spoke in a trembling voice.

“… … I have to live.”

That was the last scene I saw and I returned to reality.

I watched the children coming and going from the dormitory and then went up to the rooftop.

I climbed up to the railing and looked down at the ground. It looked really cozy. If I jumped down, I would find peace.

There was no fear.

That’s long gone.

It was when my body leaned forward.

Why is that?

Twella grabbed the railing.

“I have to live,” the boy’s trembling voice rang in my ears.

Let’s die tomorrow.

Even if you postpone it for a day or so, nothing will change.

Twella returned to her room and sat on the bed. The future was too daunting to rest.

It was a restaurant.

Children were seen eating black porridge with relish.

I was blankly staring at the bowl.

The energy of ‘it’ pierced through the ceiling.

Half the restaurant was blown away. The ascetics raised their arms and praised it as it came down.

It was the same with other humans.

It was a strange thing.

Futures I’ve never seen before keep appearing one after another.

But Twella stopped thinking about it. Nothing would change. If you keep eating that disgusting porridge, it will come down and kill everything.

Then, as if waking up from sleep, you will emerge from the future and open your eyes to reality.

“Twella!”

It was you again.

Twella looked at the small hand grabbing her wrist.

“Quil, I said it’s useless.”

“I don’t know what you saw, but just run!”

Its feet fell over the head of Quilbian, who was shouting urgently.

Just before Quilbian’s head exploded, the boy shouted.

“Run away, Twella!”

puck!

It came down, trampling on Quill’s head, and smiled brightly.

Twella muttered to herself as she looked at the bloodied Quilbian.

“See? I told you, it’s useless.”

(Continued in next episode)