The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 91



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Episode 91

I don’t feel anything.

Can’t you feel it?

It was a fun idea.

The sensing subject and the perception of ‘no feeling’.

I opened my eyes despite there being no external stimulation.

That was the first time.

I swam through the darkness. Then I met others in the same situation.

Things without names.

Those who are not even allowed to say they have been abandoned.

Born outside the sight of God, he grew up admiring the children of God.

I learned how to speak, I learned how to handle power, I understood longing.

love.

A fruit I really want to taste.

I kept whispering love in the dark.

I loved it so much that I wanted to eat it all.

*

Cheryl opened her eyes with a shock, as if she had been punched in the face.

It was a terrible dream. I felt like vomiting because it was so disgusting. I swallowed the water that was rising up and looked for water.

When I turned my gaze, I saw a man lying face down on the table.

I was really surprised. Why are there people here?

But soon I remembered who the man was. Perhaps because I was suffering from nightmares, my memory was hazy.

Cheryl carefully got out of bed, holding onto the water bottle she had placed on the drawer so as not to wake the man, Quillian.

A maddening thirst came over me.

I drank the water in one gulp. Even though I emptied half of the water bottle, my esophagus was still dry.

I ended up drinking all the water from the bottle.

Fatigue weighed on me. I sat on the edge of my bed and relived my nightmare.

What on earth could it have been?

All the emotions that came to mind as I swam through the darkness rushed back in an instant.

It’s cruel and disgusting.

It was a trembling malice that no human being could contain.

“malice.”

Cheryl covered her face with both hands.

Although it was defined as malice, what Cheryl felt was actually closer to purity. Purity that lacked humanity and morality.

It was to the point where malice was better.

Because malice contains understanding.

The emotion I felt in my dream was a fundamental darkness that I could not accept, that I could not even try to understand.

He breathed air between his clasped hands.

It felt like something thick and slimy was coming out of my body, but all I could hold in my hand was thick breath.

Cheryl looked at Quillvien.

Have you seen the true nature of the ‘monster’ that man spoke of?

Actually, I didn’t believe it.

How can you believe it?

An ordinary person who was suddenly promoted to saint and brought in, a person who knew nothing, a ‘stupid woman’, to borrow Quilbian’s words, a monster inside her.

Yeah, that’s ridiculous.

What a monster.

I had a strange dream because I heard nonsense. It must have been so.

He stood up in strong denial.

When I felt depressed, the best thing to do was to move my body. This was a secret recipe my mother had taught me, and it was a method that never failed me.

I jumped lightly in place.

Then I lifted my knees high and did some jumping in place.

My body quickly warmed up.

Yes, people need to move.

How many minutes passed like that?

Cheryl looked at her two legs, which were still moving well.

I swallowed dry saliva. It was strange. Usually, after running for about three minutes, my knees would start to shake and I couldn’t run anymore.

I looked at the clock hanging above the mirror.

The minute hand was moving steadily toward the number 10.

I ran for over 20 minutes without breaking a sweat. Not only did I not sweat, I didn’t even lose my breath.

Are you dreaming right now?

She was scared. Cheryl immediately hid under the covers. She closed her eyes tightly and waited for sleep, no, for wakefulness.

It was no use.

My consciousness was clear, and my clarity of mind told me that what had just happened was not a dream.

Got out of bed.

I stood facing the wall and banged my head on the beans. Beans, beans, beans.

sick.

It hurts so much I’m about to cry.

I thought to myself, “I should stop,” and tried to turn around, but I misstepped. The corner of the drawer came very close.

Oh, and while I was doing that I hit my head on the corner.

Kkudangtang!

I hit the sturdy drawer hard enough that it tilted sideways and then fell over.

Cheryl lay face down, her hand on the left side of her head. The bone in her skull that should have been firmly in place was dented.

No, it was probably like this originally.

Strangely, there was no pain. When I banged my head against the wall, it hurt so much.

I raised my head and looked at the table.

Quilbian was still sleeping face down. How dark is sleep?

As I stood up, stroking my hair, I suddenly realized that something was running down my chin.

The gaze was directed downwards.

There was blood pooling on the floor.

“ah.”

I stood in front of the mirror, swallowing the scream that had not yet escaped.

Half of his face was covered in blood.

I looked down at my palm. As expected, it was red.

They said that if you lose a lot of blood you will die.

Cheryl looked at herself in the mirror and ran a hand through her hair.

It didn’t seem real. There was no pain.

The blood that had been flowing out stopped for a moment.

I could tell because I had my hand on the sunken skull.

The bones moved back into place.

“Ahhhh!”

This time, I couldn’t hold back my scream. I turned away from the mirror, but Quilbian grabbed my wrist and covered my mouth with his hand.

“Quiet.”

Cheryl nodded, sobbing.

“Did you try to die? Why do you look like this?”

Quilbian slowly withdrew his hand.

“That, that’s it.”

Cheryl looked at the blood-stained carpet as she explained what had just happened.

Really inside me… … .

“Cheryl.”

“yes?”

He came to his senses and answered.

“You are doing well.”

“What, what is it?”

“Look. If you were a normal person, you would have lost consciousness. If you were unlucky, you would have died. But what about you?”

“jeon…….”

Cheryl felt her head with her bloodless hand. She could feel the round skull. She felt something rough between her hairs, and when she gently pulled it away, it was a scab.

“The wounds have all healed.”

“This can’t be happening.”

“Don’t deny the facts.”

“I’m not a monster!”

“Yeah, you’re not. But you will be soon.”

Cheryl sat down.

“I don’t like the dark. I’m just a human being.”

“I know. I know how you feel. I’ve been there too.”

Have you experienced it?

Cheryl looked up at Quillvian. He was smiling bitterly.

“I’m a monster too.”

*

“Disaster will come. There is no way to stop it. But we can minimize the damage.”

The saintess looked around the room and spoke. Quilbian stood behind the saintess and looked at the faces of the high priests.

There were nine people gathered in the chairman’s office.

On the seats closest to the saint were the great saint Volve and the paladin Roman.

“Why such a trial?”

“We cannot fathom God’s will.”

Those who had been talking looked at the saint’s mouth again.

“I will go out of the holy land.”

I just said one word and four priests stood up.

It’s nonsense, at times like this we must preserve the Holy Body, we have a duty to protect the Holy Land as our top priority, etc.

He strongly opposed the saint’s going out, pouring out all kinds of words.

Quillvian looked at Volv and Roman.

These two held the keys.

He coughed softly. He was sending a signal to the saint.

The saint shrugged her shoulders slightly, then straightened them and stood up.

The noisy room became quiet.

The saint knelt down gently and clasped her hands together.

Silver gathered.

It was divine power.

The saint did not understand the word of God and did not like the damned religious order, but she was still able to exert divine power.

The problem is that it doesn’t have much effect other than shining silver.

Of course, to his followers, it was God’s proof and word.

Quilbian clicked his tongue inwardly.

Did the god of this world notice the monster sleeping inside the saint’s body?

If you understand it, wouldn’t it be right to eradicate it rather than lower its divine power?

Perhaps the god of this world is someone who lives by destruction as his truth.

Or it doesn’t exist.

“Oh.”

The priests were making the sign of the cross in admiration. Quilbian also imitated the posture by eye.

“If you avoid suffering, you will only suffer more. I heard the voice of God only for this moment. How can you confine God’s love to the Holy Land?”

She was a saint reciting prepared lines.

Fortunately, I didn’t make a mistake.

Volve and Roman sighed at the mention of God’s love. The other priests did the same.

“If we seek safety within the Holy Land, can that really be called the attitude of Soppim? If we become complacent, the iron club of Neppim will fall upon our heads.”

It was not an iron club, but a steel bar, and Quilbian hid his bitter smile.

Religious words were all about nuance.

Look.

Isn’t there a priest sitting at the end tilting his head?

But perhaps overwhelmed by the atmosphere, the priest didn’t say anything and just grabbed her hand again.

“Do you really want to monopolize the love of God? That is arrogant thinking. Thorgan does not embrace the proud. He only looks upon the courageous who come forward for salvation.”

The saint stood up.

“I will go forward. If you oppose, I will leave everything here and go naked. That is the will of Heaven. I will follow His will as a faithful servant.”

Quilbian nodded his head in relief.

Although there was a bit of a misstep in the middle, it ended well.

Now all that was left to do was wait.

The outcome will vary depending on how factions within the church are formed.

If the side that says we must protect the Holy Land has a strong say, we will attempt to escape.

There weren’t many eyes watching the saintess, because she had been following the doctrine quietly for the past few years.

Besides, the saint’s living quarters were quite a distance from the main hall. If you moved quickly in the dead of night, you could probably escape through the garden.

This escape plan was based solely on the saint’s words, so there are many areas that need to be modified.

Volve winked at Roman and then looked at the saintess.

“The saint’s words are correct. Those who do not follow the words of God cannot be called believers. Go forward. Go forward and tell us the path we should take.”

As Roman nodded with his mouth shut, the priests sitting on either side of the long table made the sign of the cross and nodded.

Okay.

“but.”

This time, Roman opened his mouth.

“It is true that I am worried about the safety of the saint and the apostle. The coming disaster means that evildoers are gaining power. They will not leave the two who will become the light alone.”

It was as expected.

There’s no way those who kidnapped and imprisoned a girl who was living an ordinary life in the countryside would let her go quietly.

“We will protect the light.”

When Roman spoke proudly, the priests exclaimed, “Oh!”

Quilbian smiled broadly as he watched the religious zealots’ self-praise.

“I can only thank you.”

Fuck.

Well, now that I can go outside, the big problem is solved.

Quilbian poked the saintess on the back without the priests knowing. The saintess, who had been laughing out loud, cleared her expression.

(Continued in next episode)