The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 89



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Episode 89

“Kyaahaah! Kyaak!”

I’m crying loudly again today.

Winte shrugged as he watched the body of the Quilbian crawling through the forest.

When you get tired, you’ll rest on your own.

As I stretched out my legs and opened the novel I had brought from outside, a spirit approached me timidly and spoke to me.

“Can you just leave it like that? It’s been like that for days.”

“It’s an unbreakable body. I’m the only one in this space who can damage that body, but I don’t have any intention of doing so, so it’s okay.”

“Oh, yes.”

It was a spirit that nodded and handed me coffee.

“How long have you been here?”

“I think it’s been about ten days.”

“okay.”

Winte drank coffee.

“It’s amazing how much flavor can be achieved in such a short period of time. It seems like Quilbian is good at making coffee no matter where he is.”

“thank you.”

“Thank you. I should be the one thanking you. That idiot almost missed my coffee because he left without permission.”

Winte pointed to a soft chair.

“Sit down. Don’t strain yourself by standing.”

“yes.”

It was a mental entity sitting carefully on a chair.

“I think I’ve adapted well. Is there anything uncomfortable?”

“Thanks to Winte-nim’s help, I have no inconveniences. However, I am worried about when I will be able to return… … That is all.”

“That’s an area I can’t resolve. I hope that Quilbian, who’s over there, wraps things up well.”

“That guy who said he would take my place, I can trust him, right? He’ll do it right, right?”

Winte stared blankly at the spirit body.

“He’s not a very trustworthy guy. But he’s tenacious.”

“okay.”

“Still, compared to you, he’s a lot better. At least he reacts when a knife is put under his chin.”

“… … I just trusted my friend.”

“Do humans these days call that faith? Isn’t that ignorance?”

The guy who was frozen and couldn’t speak when we first met is now able to express his feelings. Even if it’s a timid rebellion with his mouth slightly sticking out.

“There are more and more things I don’t know. The gap is a really interesting place. And the souls are crossing over at will. You are truly a precious test subject.”

After discovering the realm of the two, my life, which had been dull for a while, became enjoyable. It was thanks to Quilbian.

A toy you don’t want to miss.

I hope it doesn’t break down and lives a long life.

Winte sighed as he leisurely read his book.

“Stay still.”

Said to the spirit body.

“yes?”

The explanation was a bother. He gestured toward the forest. In the distance, the main body of Quilbian flew in, caught in the mana.

“Kaaaah!”

After sealing the noisy snout, I placed it next to the spirit body.

“Hold that down well. Just in case.”

“All right.”

I like that you don’t ask questions. Passive humans are easy to deal with.

I looked up at the sky.

It’s almost time to come.

Paaaaang!

A beam of light poured down and struck the deployed defensive wall.

“Eww!”

The spirit body screamed and curled up.

“Don’t be so excited. You won’t die if you stay by my side. That didn’t come as the main body either.”

That one.

I looked at the goblin floating in the sky.

“You did a pretty good job making the clone.”

“Thanks to you, Master.”

“No way. It must be because you have acquired spirituality.”

Attacks poured in, accompanied by proverbs.

The incomprehensible spell struck the defensive wall like a whip.

The defensive wall made of mana was eroded. I smiled faintly as I watched the Nak slowly digging in.

“You’ve gotten better.”

“I am far from being a master.”

Playing with magic now seemed impossible. When it came to magic, sorcery, and sorcery, they had now surpassed me.

Winte blew air with his mouth.

The wind that swept across the rooftop gradually grew stronger. The wind that continued to add mass struck the goblin floating in the sky.

The goblin caught between the wind and the sky wall struggled and burst apart. Red things scattered in all directions.

“It’s like ketchup.”

The blood that had been dripping down came together again and formed a shape.

The goblin slowly descended through the air and stood in front of Winte.

“Is that your taste?”

Winte pointed to the goblin’s face.

“Yes. Because I love humans, just like Cheryl.”

The goblin glanced at Quilbian’s body and spirit, then waved his hand.

The thorny hand stopped in front of Quilbian’s body.

“Why? Don’t finish it.”

“That can’t be. I also covet this human. He is the sacrifice that will lead me to a higher level. So I must treat him with care.”

A human hand emerged from the tip of the thorn and caressed Quilbian’s body. At the touch of the goblin’s hand, the antennae on the body’s head shook without mercy.

“You don’t like it?”

“I guess so.”

“If you came here just to see, then just leave. You’ve already seen it all.”

The goblin looked at Winte with his mouth shut.

I’ll have to give you an estimate. I’ll see if I can handle it if I bring the main body.

“It is certain. Now, Master’s spirit body cannot stop us.”

“I didn’t plan on stopping it in the first place. So you’re going to drag the main body over?”

“It is meaningless to subdue the spirit. Someday, I will personally visit the Master in his cradle. When that time comes, I will put the world’s only delicacy into my mouth… … .”

It was a goblin laughing with the corners of his lips raised.

“The face I worked so hard to make is now a mess. Human facial muscles don’t stretch that much.”

“I see. I’m embarrassed to show my immature side.”

It was a goblin that was touching its torn mouth and reshaping it.

“I guess you’ve decided on a name. Like Cheryl.”

“Yes. I came here because I thought it would be polite to first inform the Master who gave us light.”

“If you came to show your courtesy, you’ll probably get a gift, right? I’m looking forward to it.”

The goblin clapped his hands. The space between his hands distorted, and a box popped out from inside.

A gift box decorated with a ribbon.

“Please accept it.”

It was a goblin who bent one knee and held out a box. I took it and opened the cover.

Inside were coffee beans covered in sticky fluid.

“I tried making it with improved carnivorous plants.”

“This is quite interesting.”

He raised the spirit that was lying face down and trembling. The spirit groaned as if it was about to faint when its eyes met the goblin’s.

“It seems the original owner is somewhere else now.”

“Did you hear that from Cheryl?”

“No. He hides a lot. But we are connected, so we can’t hide everything. This is something that even you, Master, know very well.”

“Once you grow up, you have to be independent. You too. You have to be independent and learn to enjoy solitude to be considered an adult.”

“I will engrave these meaningful words in my heart. However, since we are so strongly connected, it seems difficult to break away from it for the time being.”

“It’s your job to do it. It’s not my job to worry about it.”

He made a chair and placed it in front of the goblin.

“thank you.”

The goblin sat down on the chair and looked at Quilbian’s body.

“It’s another magic created by another brother. It looks similar to the Qing type. Are there other beings who have raised it besides us?”

“No, there isn’t. I just happened to pick that up.”

“okay.”

The goblin straightened out the wrinkles in his trousers and opened his mouth.

“It’s Corsa.”

“name?”

“yes.”

“Did you receive it? Or did you make it yourself?”

“I have no talent for naming things, so I asked the human I was raising to name it for me. It’s said to be an old word meaning blessing.”

“It suits you, Blessing. I guess that human’s name was Corsa?”

“Yes. It was handed over very well.”

He smiled with his eyes, but this time the corners of his eyes stretched so far that they almost touched his lips.

“I guess you have no talent for plastic surgery.”

As soon as he spoke, his face returned to a blank expression.

“I will try.”

“Do whatever you want. Work hard or do whatever you want.”

Corsa spoke, his gaze fixed on Quilbian’s body.

“I think the teacher really likes this toy.”

“Life is a strange one, so strange events happen all the time. It’s fun to watch from the sidelines.”

“I see. Does the coffee brew well?”

“Of course. Secondly… … .”

Corsa grabbed his face and swung his arms at the main body. The arms attached to his shoulders, as well as the four pairs of arms that sprouted from his torso, struck at Quilbian’s main body.

The pre-erected defensive wall was being scraped at mercilessly and began to break down little by little.

“Didn’t you say it was a necessary sacrifice?”

When I blurted out a word, Corsa took my arm away as if nothing had happened and placed it obediently on her knee.

He smiles softly with a tattered face.

“I’m sorry. I got excited.”

“That could be possible.”

“I was the second. I always served coffee to the Master.”

“That’s right.”

“I’ve always hoped for change, but when change happens, I feel sad. Emotions are really… .”

“You are laughing now.”

Corsa’s expression changed. His face looked fat.

“While I’m here, let me ask you something. Do you know where this guy is and what he’s doing right now?”

“There is no clear information that can be verbalized, but there is something that can be felt because it is connected.”

Corsa gently put his hands together.

A cricket popped out from among them. Corsa carefully held out the cricket, which had a red body all over.

“Here it is.”

Winte held a cricket and held it to his ear. The cricket dug into his ear and began to chatter.

Information is conveyed in an indescribable form.

“I’m sure he’s with Cheryl.”

“Yes.”

“There’s one more.”

“He must have been unable to bear it since he was a greedy brother. He must have remembered the arm that Cheryl tore off.”

As he said that, Corsa reached out his hand towards Quilbian’s main body. Of course, he was blocked by the defensive wall and couldn’t reach it.

“I want to have it.”

“I can’t give it to you. I have to make my coffee.”

“That’s too bad. Then I will destroy the Master next time and take it away.”

“Wait with a happy heart.”

Corsa stood up. He walked up the stairs made of Nakr and towards the sky wall.

About halfway through, the Corsa stopped.

“Master.”

“why.”

“Why did you abandon us? We would have been happy if we were together.”

“What should I say… … Okay.”

Winte said as he opened the novel he had folded again.

“I’m sick of it.”

“I understand.”

Corsa bowed deeply and disappeared beyond the barrier.

Winte clicked his tongue slightly and looked at the still struggling body.

“Alba, you won’t be living comfortably in the future.”

Tsk tsk.

I need to find someone who’s good at making coffee before I die.

Winte turned the page, thinking that it was truly a difficult task.

*

“Why are you doing that?”

The saintess looked at Quilbian and asked.

“I suddenly felt dirty.”

“What did I do wrong?”

“That’s not it. That’s not the problem here… … ”

Quilbian looked up at the prayer room ceiling.

Beyond the gap, something seemed to be happening in reality. I don’t know why I felt this way, but it was a feeling that was hard to ignore.

“Anyway, do you understand my explanation?”

Quilbian asked the nervous saint one last time.

The saintess mumbled, “Uh,” and then smiled awkwardly.

“First of all, you deceive an adult?”

“Wow, what should I do with this stupid person?”

“Don’t keep calling me stupid. I’m just nervous, I’m nervous. Trying to fool people. I’m really bad at that.”

Quillvian laughed in vain.

“Was it someone else who has been pretending to be a saint and deceiving the believers all this time? No, was it you?”

The saintess shut her mouth tightly and lowered her eyes.

(Continued in next episode)