The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 88



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Episode 88

There were no significant changes in the law.

Quilbian lowered his eyes slightly. It was because the saintess had moved.

“I can’t see it.”

The saint let go of Quilbian’s hand, clasped her hands together, and closed her eyes.

Quilbian has once again lifted the curse.

It was hard to tell if the monster had awakened or was still asleep.

The saint, who had been muttering to herself with her eyes closed, slowly opened her eyelids.

There was a silver gleam in his eyes.

“iced coffee.”

The adult knelt down and bowed his head. Quilbian also bowed his upper body as expected.

“I heard his voice.”

“As expected.”

“Danger is coming. A great darkness is coming.”

“Please show me the way.”

“A arduous and thorny path will begin. It is the beginning of an ordeal that those who are not prepared will never be able to endure.”

“May Thorgan look after us with the love of Sophim.”

This is fucking crazy.

Quillvian prayed to the retired god that the farce would end quickly.

Is Cheryl out of her mind and playing a prank, or is she doing her duty as a saint?

If the word of God was a lie to begin with, then whose voice did you hear?

“Adults, please step aside for a moment.”

“All right.”

The great saint stepped back on his knees, then slowly got up and left the prayer room.

The door that had opened with a heavy slam closed tightly.

Only two people were left in the spacious prayer room.

What should I do now?

Quillbian had three methods at his disposal: kicking, slapping, and cutting the throat.

If you kill him, you might be locked up here forever, so kick him first… … .

“Over there, over there.”

The saint opened her mouth. It was not the low, solemn voice that had been used.

“What do we do now? Yes? Yes?”

She was very flustered and stern. Not only in her speech but also in her actions. I stared at the saintess for a while, not knowing where to put her hands, moving them around clumsily before opening my mouth.

“Saint. What the heck is this… … .”

“ah!”

The saint approached, kneeling.

“I heard your name. Mr. Quilbian. Right?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“I see. You are the person I was waiting for.”

“You said you were waiting for me… … .”

“You’re the one who’s going to save me from this crazy place!”

“yes?”

“I don’t know anything about the voice of God or anything like that. One day, those people came out of nowhere and called me a saint and locked me up here.”

What is this?

It didn’t seem like a goblin was playing around. It smelled faint, just like Cheryl had said before.

My intuition whispered that the woman in front of me was not the ‘perfect’ Cheryl.

It was crazy.

First, I gave a round of applause.

“I see.”

“If I said no, he was going to kill me. Seriously! On top of that, whenever I said something, he would pressure me by talking about grace and presence… … I hate it so much.”

“How about telling me the truth?”

The saintess poked her head in. Her eyes were bloodshot.

“Didn’t you hear me? I said you might kill me! Everyone here is crazy. I don’t know anything about God. I just wanted to live a leisurely life, knitting or something… .”

Quilbian clicked his tongue inwardly and moved Nak. He poured all his strength into creating a spell and directed it at the saintess.

The chattering saint waved both hands in front of her and exclaimed, “Huk.”

“I can’t see it! Over there! Over there!”

“Don’t you feel anything?”

“No! So please put this away. Mr. Quilbian made it, right? I know.”

embrace?

Quilbian shook off the curse. The saintess, who had regained her sight, looked at Quilbian with a flinch.

“What does it mean to know?”

“That… … I don’t know the voice of God, but I know other voices.”

“Another voice?”

“Yes. It’s a really sweet voice. When I listen to it, I can endure any difficult situation. It’s thanks to that voice that I’ve been able to survive this crazy den.”

“okay.”

I thought I had a clue.

“What did that voice say?”

“You said you’d come. That a human named Quilbian would come and scam you.”

“aha.”

Is Cheryl whispering outside of my consciousness?

“Didn’t that voice say anything else? Like, how to escape this world?”

“No. That was the end of it. Quilbian was coming.”

“Oh, yes. I see.”

The saint began to notice.

Quilbian was worried. Looking at the condition, it seemed like kicking it wouldn’t make any difference.

I guess I have to push myself to the brink of death… … .

“I lied!”

The saint cried out urgently.

“You lied to me?”

“Yes. Another voice told me.”

“What was it?”

“… … You’ll regret it if you kill me. Uh, that’s weird, right? That won’t happen, right? Right? You’re not going to kill me.”

Quillvian made a sullen expression and took out a thin iron needle hidden in his waistband.

It was a loud thud, but it was enough to kill a person.

The saint shut her mouth tightly and slowly backed away.

“Come out. If you don’t, you’ll die. You might not be able to return.”

He said, thrusting the iron needle between the saint’s eyes. Just before the saint screamed, he lightly lifted her chin with his hand.

She was a saint who covered her face with both hands while suppressing her anger.

“Don’t yell. If someone outside senses something and comes in, you’ll die happily.”

“yes yes.”

“But you. How stupid are you? The sweet voice told me. That author named Quilbian was coming.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“If that had come true, you should have realized that it wasn’t bullshit and warned me. You knew in advance that you could die, right?”

“……yes.”

“But why?”

“Because it was the only way. There’s no way out of here without you. But I don’t want to die either.”

Tears soon poured out of his tearful eyes.

“Don’t cry. It’s disgusting.”

She was a saint who sniffled and wiped her eyes.

“Did I do something wrong to you?”

“Not now. You’re just a stupid woman. But what’s inside you is the problem.”

“Inside me?”

“Yeah. You’re raising a monster. A monster that makes someone like me look cute.”

She was a saint with a blank expression on her face and her hands on her chest.

“A monster? Inside me? Why?”

“Don’t ask me why. I don’t know. I came all the way here to find a way, but that crazy bitch is away. My head hurts so bad.”

If only he had been sure that he could return, he would have cut off the saint’s head without hesitation.

If you just forcefully draw the needle, you can easily cut through a thin neck like that.

The problem is that if the monster doesn’t return after it dies, there’s nothing you can do about it.

“When I was a groom, I returned first, and then you killed me. The shell, that is. And when I was an apprentice Quilbian, I killed you first. And then I returned safely.”

“Wh, what do you mean?”

“Shut up and listen. I’m gathering my thoughts.”

I tried the return routine again.

I held my breath and held it until I almost fainted.

“Excuse me? Are you okay?”

He raised his hand to stop the saint from making a fuss and let out a sigh.

No. As expected, I couldn’t go back to reality.

I stared blankly at the iron needle.

Cheryl, despite having suffered two different forms of death, one by suicide and one by murder, managed to squeeze her way through to come see me.

If I cut my throat here and now, wouldn’t I be able to return home in comfort?

He put the iron needle to his neck and sighed.

Cheryl was a monster, as Winte would admit.

A monster that is no match for him in terms of magic, physical strength, or mental power.

If Cheryl survived, can I survive too?

It was such a naive thought.

Moreover, Cheryl was able to come into the gap through the medium of ‘Quilvian’. The situation was different from the beginning.

It wasn’t that I was afraid of death.

Rather, it was a fascinating choice.

But whenever I think of a comfortable death, I think of a woman smiling foolishly on the gray sand.

So, I had to postpone my rest alone until later.

“Okay. Tell me everything without leaving anything out.”

“yes?”

“That voice said something. Isn’t there something it didn’t tell me?”

“Oh, that’s not it.”

“I already figured it out. You can’t lie to me.”

“… … I can’t say anything because I feel like you’ll abandon me if I tell you everything.”

“Let’s each live on our own. And it’s not so bad here. The food is good, and people like it.”

“I don’t like that… … Ugh!”

He quickly covered the saint’s mouth at the rising voice.

“I hate stupid things the most. If you make a fuss here, both you and I will be screwed. So speak quietly.”

“all right.”

Quilbian looked back.

Even a tightly closed door will open someday.

“An hour or so is fine. After an hour, they open it regardless of my will and check on my safety.”

Quillvien put the iron needle into his waistband.

“I won’t kill you. And I’ll cooperate with you, so tell me everything.”

“Really?”

“Do you have a choice?”

“… … No. Okay. I’ll tell you. You really shouldn’t kill or abandon them.”

The saint glanced at the door and said.

“Someone else is here. He’s a greedy guy and he wants to take you away.”

“Someone else, buddy.”

Quilbian figured out how things were going.

One of the ‘things’ raised by Winte, a monster of the same class as Cheryl, crawled into the gap.

As Cheryl said before, ‘they’ are connected, so maybe they accessed the gap through Cheryl?

“Things that don’t help you in life.”

They had to be caught and slaughtered, but Quilbian looked at the saint as he brushed his hair back.

“Is it the end?”

“Yes. There really isn’t anything more.”

Quilbian grabbed the saintess’ shoulder and said.

“Someone else came looking for me. I told you first, as I promised.”

The saintess looked puzzled.

Quilbian looked inside. The thorn of the covenant stuck there annoyingly. He hoped it would disappear, but it was fine.

“I guess shortcuts won’t work.”

“What are you talking about?”

“There is something like that.”

It was when Quilbian looked at the saint.

“Now, wait a minute. I heard a very small, sweet voice.”

“What? What did that monster say to you?”

“It’s okay, I can talk to him. He said it’s not a problem. What does that mean?”

“You don’t need to know. Just tell the kid inside. I understand for now.”

He seems to be awake as he occasionally speaks, but he cannot come to the forefront.

Is it time that Cheryl needs?

Or some other reason?

wait for a sec.

Quilbian recalled his time as a groom.

When I was suffering from memory loss and wandering, I met Cheryl and recovered. Even when I was an apprentice, I didn’t know English and was waiting in front of the station, but when I met Cheryl, I understood everything.

Meeting.

That might be the answer.

You will be able to wake up when you meet another goblin that has gotten stuck in the gap.

“Okay, I found a way.”

“yes?”

“thank you.”

As he was about to leave the saint, the saint grabbed his trouser leg.

“What, why?”

“The promises are different!”

“You have to live on your own. You’re a monster. If you want to escape, just escape. Trust me, and kill all the kids here. That’s it.”

“Stop talking nonsense. How do you kill a person? Yes?”

You’ve already killed hundreds, thousands.

I held back my words. After all, it wasn’t Cheryl in front of me, it was some stupid woman.

“I can’t go alone.”

It wasn’t a blind eye. It was a face that had made up its mind about something.

I tried to break away and escape while I was still unconscious, but it seemed too late.

Because any human being capable of normal thinking would know who has the ‘upper hand’.

“All right, you. If you leave me, you’ll be in big trouble.”

Fuck.

Quillvien sat down, shaking his head.

“Okay, no, okay. Your Majesty. Let’s cooperate. Let’s be friendly.”

(Continued in next episode)