The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 98



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Episode 98

Quilbian crouched down and looked at the squeaking ‘body’.

His eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he would cook an egg if he put one on.

“Hey, hey. Come on.”

It was a body that was chattering its teeth and twisting its entire body. Quilbian raised his hand and slapped the body’s cheek.

“Cock!”

It was a crazy thing. When I finally came back, it was funny how I went back.

Quilbian looked at Winte.

“Please explain.”

“Me? This? How?”

As I continued to stare at him with my head tilted, Winte raised his finger and pointed at my body.

“That’s your body.”

“yes.”

“The spirit that you have cultivated is what contains your ego now.”

“Yes.”

“And that thing your hand is holding.”

Quilbian looked at his index finger. He stared at the black ring, then moved his gaze to his body.

“Is that salt? Cat waste?”

“I’m done explaining the situation. Now, come down and have some coffee. I enjoyed some decent coffee, but I need the touch of a veteran.”

“Just wait. Coffee and everything… … .”

“Kaaaah!”

The body that had been unable to move suddenly jerked and fell outside the rooftop.

Quilbian sighed and looked down. The freed body crawled on all fours, scanning the surroundings before disappearing into the dark forest.

“Why did you let me go?”

“The owner is here, so the owner must take care of it.”

“You are a reptile without even a speck of affection.”

“You drew my appearance based on your own imagination. I am not a reptile. Rather, they copied me.”

Quilbian chuckled as he heard the faint cries of the fox.

“What’s going on? I can’t have a single day that goes by comfortably. Is God cursing me?”

“That’s because he retired.”

“Then who the hell is driving me to these shitty days? My body is like this… … .”

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt angry.

I took a deep breath and calmed down. Annoyance was poison. It was poison that didn’t help solve the problem at all and only ate away at the mind.

“I need to drink some coffee.”

“Mine too. Remember that I had a hard time taking care of your body while you were away.”

“I’ll admit that. Thanks for not throwing it away. Oh, do you have any coffee beans?”

Winte snapped his fingers as if he had been waiting. A wooden barrel appeared before his eyes. Looking inside, he saw coffee beans wrapped in a sticky, unidentifiable mucus.

“Did you ferment it? Why is it like this?”

“A deal using insectivores. I’m looking forward to the special taste.”

“Where did you get this?”

“Corsa gave it to me. What a special kid.”

Ah, Corsa.

His head was pounding. Quilbian went next to Winte. He put his buttocks in the empty air and a chair appeared.

“How did he react?”

“He wanted to have you. No, I think he wanted to kill you.”

“Veild said… … .”

“Veiled?”

“Cheryl, the guy that was born with Corsa. He’s very handsome, and I heard that he gave Cheryl her face.”

“Aha, that’s him. He has a great sense of aesthetics.”

“Anyway, Veild said that. Corsa loves and likes Winte so much that she wants to kill him.”

“I am loved by all things.”

As Quilbian opened his eyes and looked at him, Winte responded with a blank expression.

“I was joking.”

“Yes, well. Anyway, that Corsa is crazy with jealousy and wants to kill me. Just because Winte cares about me.”

“I can’t lose the coffee-making bio-machine. You’re my precious part-timer.”

Quilbian scratched his head and asked again.

“Like before, what word is that part-timer? It doesn’t sound good.”

“It also means an employee under a legitimate contractual relationship, but I prefer the word part-timer to slave, so I call them that.”

“Ah, slave.”

Quilbian grabbed a viscous coffee bean and threw it at Winte. The bean flew as fast as an arrow shot from a crossbow and hit Winte’s cheek before falling.

“There is no inconvenience in being mentally ill, but I still need to get my body back.”

“That’s right. That spirit body is pretty stable, but you never know when or what might happen.”

“Stop talking nonsense. Have you ever heard that the snout is the gateway to disaster?”

“I’ve heard of it.”

Quilbian looked out into the forest with his eyes wide open. He saw bodies running wildly, scattering gnats from stem to stem.

If you leave your body alone, it will keep running until the end of the world.

“Since when has it been like that?”

“It’s been like that since I came back from going out. I think the salt took over your body when you left. And.”

Winte snapped his index finger.

An image was projected before my eyes.

A body is seen running wild on the rooftop and a spirit is seen hiding behind the windshield, shaking.

“no way.”

“There was a ‘Quilvian who should be in the gap’ inside the spirit body. They said he was a gambler, right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

The body was inhabited by the salt of the fox, and the separate mind was inhabited by the ego that should have been in the gap.

“Something is seriously wrong. It’s never been like this before.”

“Just because it’s repeated doesn’t mean it’s not changing. Humans can’t get their heads around the fact that the sun might not rise tomorrow. Because it keeps rising.”

“Stop lecturing me. Is there really no other way for Winte?”

“Since it is something related to the imaginary world, there is nothing I can do about it.”

“The world of imagination.”

Quilbian tapped his chest with his index finger.

“There is something wrong with this heart?”

“Maybe so, maybe not. There are as many mental worlds as there are intelligent beings on Earth. There are general theories that deal with them, but you are so far outside the normal categories… …you will need individual treatment. No, isn’t the word treatment not appropriate?”

“Whether it’s treatment, repair, or modification, there is a way, right?”

Winte nodded.

“Before that… … .”

“I’ll bring you some coffee. Don’t whine like a little kid and wait.”

“I never whined. No, maybe a little bit?”

Winte stretched out his legs and laughed happily.

After jumping down to the first floor, I took out the coffee beans covered in mucus.

I thought I should roast it first. As I wiped off the mucus, the coffee beans dried rapidly. The aroma of well-roasted coffee rose.

A smile comes to my face.

I put the coffee beans between my palms and rubbed them several times. I made coffee with the finely ground coffee beans.

I didn’t even put sugar in it, but it smells so sweet. Is this a thing?

“When Jealousy Incarnate comes later, please try to persuade him to give you more coffee beans. This is the real deal.”

He handed the glass to Winte.

It was a dragon who took a deep breath and then carefully took a sip.

“This is really good.”

“That’s why. It’s the taste of all the hardships in life disappearing.”

“It’s fantastic.”

He continued talking while sipping his coffee.

“Winte, you said that last time, right? God, our designers are like guests from outside.”

“That’s right. He didn’t exist on his own, he was a life created by someone else.”

“I talked to Veil about the world and the gap.”

Bread on a plate, chopped bread, and an expanding world.

After hearing the explanation, Winte looked up at the sky with empty eyes.

“I guess you all came to the same conclusion.”

“The limits of imagination.”

“Outside this place, beyond the world, where the gods came from. The designer was afraid of what might come someday. He was wary of the perfectly closed world he had created opening up and them sneaking in.”

“It would be upsetting if some strange people ran into the playground I worked so hard to build.”

Quilbian borrowed a metaphor from Veild.

“But honestly, I don’t care about that. I can’t even take care of myself, so what about the world?”

“That’s the way to live without getting mentally ill. The healthier the human race, the less useless worries we should have.”

“I’ll just, beat up these damn goblins, wipe out all the double-crossing areas and whatever, and bring back that kid who’s just sitting there all alone. Let the other humans take care of the rest. There’s probably at least one guardian of the world.”

“Your dream is so big. It’s a dream that humans wouldn’t dare to dream of.”

“thank god.”

“Hurup,” said Quilbian after drinking the last of his coffee.

“Because I’m not human.”

He spoke as he heard the body’s cry starting from afar, whether it was a feeling of relief at being released or just a repeated cry.

“People living in the same era as me will achieve their dreams, start families, and have children. Then they die, and their children will inherit their dreams, do all sorts of useless things, and then die again, have children, and die again… .”

Quilbian looked at Winte. His eyes were golden. Those eyes that could not read anything, but today, they were saying a lot.

“Someday, I will understand what Winte feels. Complete loneliness. Ah! Twella may have already realized it.”

Hehe, a sad smile comes out.

“Quilvian.”

“It feels horrible to hear my name coming out of Winte’s mouth.”

“Please don’t go any crazy here. No, it’s okay if you go crazy, but don’t forget how to make coffee.”

“That’s right.”

Quilbian stretched slightly.

“How can I learn about the imaginary world? I can’t just tear open the sternum and take out the heart. Oh, I have to tear off the head.”

Winte opened his mouth as he shrugged his shoulders.

“There are experts for everything. When it comes to the world of the mind, they are the experts.”

“Who are you?”

Winte squinted his eyes slightly. It seemed as if ‘they’ were not pleased.

“Barara tribe.”

“Barara tribe? What is that?”

“You may not know this, as you are at the bottom of human society, but there is an eternal observer and recorder outside.”

“You must be a noble person who doesn’t need to know anything about the lower classes.”

“Noble? No, they are vicious. Very tenacious. They are endlessly hungry. I don’t want to get involved with them either. It’s a horrible feeling to be watched. They are vicious paparazzi.”

“Paparazzi?”

“Yes, there is something like that.”

“I guess it doesn’t mean well.”

It makes me feel good to see Winter looking so displeased. I need to become friends with the Barara tribe.

“The Barara tribe are experts in the spiritual world?”

“Yes. They can store all sorts of things in their mental world. They know how to manipulate their own minds the best. Even you, a special case, can get a lot of help.”

“Are they kind enough to help you if you go to them and ask for help? That would be great.”

“at all.”

It was Winte who spoke firmly, shaking his head.

“They only care about keeping records, and they just watch without any intervention. Of course, they don’t completely interfere. They do intervene when necessary.”

“If Winte even uses the word ‘need,’ they seem like quite picky people.”

“It’s tricky.”

“If I ask you to help me in exchange for Winte’s information, will you help me?”

Winte glared at him. As if he really didn’t like it.

“I won’t take a single step from here. I won’t even tell you where my main body is. Even if you sell me out, all they’ll get out of it is a bunch of stupid humans who lie.”

“I didn’t expect it. I’ll figure out a way to negotiate.”

“Now he knows how to walk on his own, I’m so proud.”

Quillvian looked up at the sky wall.

“But whether it’s the Barara tribe or whatever, I have to worry about getting out of here. What can I do if I get out… .”

“I can go out.”

Winte said with a smile.

He’s been laughing a lot lately, but Quilbian finds that laugh very unsettling.

“You’ll know once you try it. The wall is pretty damaged.”

(Continued in next episode)