The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 92



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Episode 92

“Don’t laugh.”

“and.”

“I don’t show off.”

“great.”

Quillvian held up two fingers and thrust them into the saint’s face.

“Never forget. Don’t laugh, don’t show off.”

“Stop emphasizing it. I’m not that stupid.”

“How can someone like that call a steel bar an iron club? How important is the feeling given by each word?”

“That was… a mistake.”

“I guess so. Now, again. What’s the first one?”

The morning we leave the Holy Land.

The saint repeated the two actions that she should not do dozens of times, and only then did Quilbian feel satisfied and leave with the saint.

As we left our residence, we were greeted by high-ranking priests in formal attire.

“We decided to keep it between us because if it became known to the world it would only cause more confusion.”

Volv said.

“All right.”

The offerings continued for an hour, with Quilbian watching from a distance as people sang and threw things.

“Aren’t you scared?”

Roman came closer and asked.

“Before I met the saint, I was afraid. To be honest, I even felt a little resentful. How could such a heavy mission be given to a human like me?”

“I understand.”

“But after I vaguely came to know the true will of God through the saint… … I was afraid, but I was able to move.”

“Quilvian is definitely the apostle of God who will be recorded in the Bible.”

“No, everyone here will become His apostles and save the world. I am just a trumpeter.”

That should be enough. Quilbian looked into Roman’s eyes. His eyes were completely free of any buds of doubt.

“I will protect you both with my life.”

“No. You must preserve the bodies of the Saintess and Sir Roman, rather than me. The coming disaster will require the strength of many, especially the strength of a great and brave knight like Sir Roman.”

Quillvien made the sign of the cross and smiled faintly. Roman also made the sign of the cross and stepped back.

The tiresome proposal is over.

Quilbian picked up the bag the church had provided. It was the bag that Roman had barely managed to get after trying to stop him from carrying it himself.

“Your Majesty, please only think about the safety of the saint. I will take care of all the little errands.”

“Ah, the way he acts directly from a lowly position. This Roman, the Apostle, has seen and learned much.”

We left the Holy Land, quietly escorted by high priests.

Cheryl wrapped a white cloth over her face twice and pulled her robe over her head. If she was caught, she would be in trouble in many ways.

Even though most of her face was covered except for her eyes, it was difficult to hide her outstanding beauty. The concept of beauty was already complete with just her eyes.

Although he was said to be a crazy religious person, he could be said to be faithful in the sense that no human being raped a saint in the holy land.

He must have tried hard to calm his boiling desire.

“I need to take a walk around the outskirts of the city.”

The saintess uttered the promised words.

“I’m going home for a bit. I’m not a believer, so I still have some things to sort out.”

Roman said he would wait. Quilbian quickly gave the saint a wink.

“Sir Roman, we must move forward.”

We have to move forward.

It was a universal key that solved most problems when used on the believers. Roman also frowned and thought about it for a while, but eventually decided to follow the saint.

“Then how about joining… … .”

“I just have to follow the voice of God. The saint and Sir Roman will be there.”

Ah, Roman nodded, making the sign of the cross.

The saint and Roman headed to the southern part of the city.

Quilbian watched the two move away, then shook his head and looked up.

“The weather is fucking nice.”

I headed home. I opened the door and went in, and saw Kim in the living room. As soon as our eyes met, Kim frowned.

“I guess you’re disappointed that I didn’t die.”

“Me? No. I never thought of it that way.”

“It shows on your face.”

I put my luggage down and went into the bedroom.

Two men appeared, sobbing.

“I took care of it like you said, but it smells, it smells. Oh my.”

Kim said, pinching her nose.

You can see his pants covered in filth, probably rotted from being crushed.

Quilbian woke up the half-unconscious Mustache, the Big One, Wolf and Jack by slapping them on the cheeks.

Wolf opened his eyes with a start and said with a sigh.

“Now, let me go. I won’t do anything, so please… … .”

“I’ve believed that and let it go more than 90 times in my life. Oh, it wasn’t me who did it, it was another me who did it.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Just let me go. I won’t do anything, so please have mercy… … .”

“Did you spare the other debtors who were begging for mercy?”

Wolf lowered his head as if in resignation.

Quillvian slapped her cheek again, making her raise her face.

“I understand everything. I’m not the type of person who cares about social justice or anything. I’m just a little worried about life after I’m gone.”

Quilbian took out the token he had received from the Soap Order.

“You guys who play with money, you know this stuff, right? You have to avoid people who will screw you over if you touch them.”

Wolf’s dazed eyes widened in an instant.

The response was good.

“I think I figured it out.”

“You are the nobleman of Soap. I am sorry, please spare my life.”

“You weren’t always a noble person, but you just became one in the past few days. So, did you owe me something?”

“No! There isn’t any.”

“You remember when you tried to threaten me? Of course there was a reward prepared.”

“Of course.”

“Okay. If we’re in the same business, this should all be resolved.”

He took out the dagger from the drawer and cut the rope.

“Let’s not have any other thoughts. It’s better for both of us. If we just wrap this up cleanly, we won’t have to see each other again, so don’t worry.”

“Yes. I will come to you and determine an appropriate compensation amount.”

“Don’t bother coming here. Just write a promissory note and quietly leave it in the crack of my door. Do you understand?”

“yes.”

“Okay. I’ll do the cleaning for you as a service, so you can go.”

Wolf got up, groaning, and carried Jack, who was still unconscious, outside. He was short, but he was strong.

“… …Is that real?”

Kim asked cautiously.

“Do you have the eyes to distinguish between the real and the fake?”

“I have seen it once through Lord Gelion. Of course, it was a relic of a much lower grade than that.”

Quillian threw the token at Kim. Kim, who received the token in surprise, let out a bewildered voice.

“It’s true. How did this… … .”

“What I said to Wolf applies to you too. Don’t have any other thoughts. And you don’t have to leave here with your wife. After this is over, I’ll disappear.”

“Disappeared? Where are you going?”

“Oh. Go far away. My body will remain here though.”

Kim had a puzzled expression on her face.

“Clean up. And tell the manager. I’ll be away for a bit, but don’t worry, I’ll pay the rent on time.”

“If you do that, you won’t need me anymore?”

“For now. Oh, if anyone is looking for me, there’s a bar I often go to. Let me know. If we say we’ll come find you, I’ll understand.”

“Who is looking for you?”

“There is a monster.”

“monster?”

“Don’t ask unnecessary questions, just tell me what you want to say.”

Depending on the goblin’s disposition, Kim could die, but there was no need to explain that.

Because Kim’s fate will decide whether she lives or dies. If she lives, she’s lucky, and if she dies, there’s nothing she can do about it.

“I can’t help it. That’s such a beggarly thing to say, isn’t it?”

After patting Kim on the shoulder as she stared blankly, I left the house.

I feel it.

Cheryl’s scent.

No matter where you are, you can now find it right away.

It was evidence that Cheryl, who was sleeping inside the saint, was gradually rising to the surface.

A body that is still intact despite bleeding profusely.

Cheryl may be the true face of the disaster that the Soap Church fears so much.

Quilbian looked around.

The ordinary daily lives of ordinary people are captured on the retina.

Yeah, there’s no need for even the most innocent people to die.

I had to drag them out of the city as much as possible and finish them off. Either kill them or kill me.

I followed Cheryl’s scent.

As I headed south of the city, I repeatedly created and collected laws.

Now that I can’t use magic, the only thing I can trust is the spell. It’s just a shame that the curse Cheryl gave me is my only weapon.

It probably won’t work.

Quillvian looked at the black orb in his hand. The goblin who found the gap would also be of the same level as Cheryl, so he would be able to deflect the spell.

The power gap was severe.

If it was someone I could talk to like Cheryl, I wouldn’t have to worry, but if it was someone who attacked me out of the blue, I had to be prepared to die.

When I die, where does the spirit that resides here go?

It would be great if you could open your eyes in the main body, but such a miracle will not happen.

I get the feeling.

If you die here, it will be a terrible experience.

Penetrated the market.

I walked, looking at the food lined up on the stalls, and then slowly slowed down.

I stopped completely and looked straight ahead.

A young man carrying a carrying pole appeared.

In his left arm he held a long wooden stick, and his right arm… …was absent.

Although there were countless people coming and going, Quilbian’s eyes were fixed on a young man standing about 10 meters away.

“I have really bad luck.”

What a coincidence that we ran into each other at this time.

No, I was probably waiting for you to get separated from your group.

As Quilbian glanced down the side road, the young man shook his head, as if to say that it wasn’t the right choice.

He was a difficult friend.

Quilbian smirked and entered the side road. For now, he had to leave the crowded area.

It’s out of sight, but it still feels annoying.

The bastard was following me.

It was impossible to take it off.

I left the market street and entered a dark alley. The smell of rotting filth stung my nose.

It was a familiar smell, so I was actually happy about it.

A young man entered a remote alley where rats and cockroaches reigned as kings.

“It doesn’t seem like we ran into each other by chance.”

Quillvian took out his dagger and placed his luggage on the floor.

The young man also put down his carrying pole.

He swings his long stick lightly and looks at Quilbian.

“I saw you through Cheryl, but I’m so glad we finally met in person.”

“I’m sorry to pour cold water on your happy feelings, but can you just leave now? To be honest, I’m scared of you.”

“Considering that you say it’s scary, the Nak’s movements are quite active. It can’t use magic, but the accumulated Nak will probably help its body to some extent.”

He held the dagger in front.

It didn’t seem like they would send it nicely.

Can you catch it?

“Don’t you plan on raising me and eating me? If you eat me now, it won’t taste good. Besides, this isn’t even the main body.”

“Yes, I know.”

The young man slowly tilted the stick.

The moment the tip of the stick reached Quilbian’s forehead, Quilbian’s sixth sense screamed.

Oh, shit.

I leapt to the side. A single flash of light pierced through where my head had just been.

Quilbian looked back.

There was a small hole in the thick wall of the building.

“You have a good intuition.”

The young man smiled brightly.

I’m getting really annoyed by that uselessly handsome guy.

(Continued in next episode)