Side Story Episode 2
“…The sake of complete resuscitation.”
Camus on this side was skeptical.
“That’s something that can only be attempted when you reach the level of being able to draw at least 10 mana wheels. Isn’t it virtually impossible?”
“It’s just close to impossible, but it’s not impossible. Just because it’s close to impossible doesn’t mean it’s fire, right?”
“Don’t play with words. I know because I’ve struggled countless times to complete this spell. But it was a wall I could never overcome alone.”
“That’s right. I agree with you on that point.”
“……?”
When the Camus on this side showed a puzzled look, the Camus on the other side continued.
“I mean ‘alone’.”
Morgue Mu Camus.
How many people have ever betrayed her?
How many people did not meet her expectations?
Strong skills, arrogant disposition, and distrust of others accumulated through countless wounds.
All of this made her distrustful of others.
……But what about yourself?
Camus over there said in a confident voice.
“I am a magical genius. The strongest Morgue.”
“…”
“You are also a magical genius. The strongest Morgue.”
“…”
“If the two of us join hands and make up for each other’s shortcomings? Aren’t you excited to see what will happen?”
“…”
Camus on this side kept his mouth shut.
Because she did not trust others, she had always been alone in meditating to check her mana.
Eventually, after a long silence, Camus on this side opened his mouth.
“……Can we really revive them? Everyone.”
“I can’t give you a definite answer, of course. But if there’s even a slight possibility, shouldn’t it be a challenge?”
At the words of the other Camus, the Camus of this side nodded.
at last.
Kwak-
Ak- Two rare magic geniuses joined hands.
The purpose was the ‘sake of complete resuscitation’, a forbidden technique that no one had ever succeeded in.
“One right now?”
“Are you sure?”
“No way.”
Camus on this side came down to the floor and stood up.
And he stood facing Camus over there.
Camus over there took a small deep breath.
And he opened his mouth in a low voice.
“Do you know that the beginning of the Rue Morgue was a morgue, a morgue?”
“……!”
“It was also a small family that was in charge of the business of keeping only unidentified bodies.”
Over there, Camus was retrieving memories from a very long time ago.
‘Morgue’ is a name for a very old bloodline that has been passed down since before humans established the concept of family or nation. it was
Such a thing as recovering corpses that were so damaged that it was difficult to recognize the person they were in when they were alive, finding the bereaved family, handing over the bodies, and receiving compensation.
As a result, there were many things that were naturally with the dead, and as time passed, those who could communicate with the dead gradually appeared.
Even when they once enjoyed a prestige comparable to that of a single country, even when their veins were cut off for decades after the downfall, and when they were once again called the head family of magic, those who were born with this bizarre ability continued to appear.
A nostalgic voice that is no longer there.
For Camus over there, he is a lifelong benefactor.
The voice of a teacher who left behind a heavy debt that could not be repaid.
“That’s why, strictly speaking, the beginning of the House of Morgue is very close to death. Since the founders were the ones who talked with the dead and served them.”
“…You mean you’ve been in touch with the dark magic ever since you were born?”
“Exactly.”
“Hmm.”
The Camus on this side listened quietly to what the Camus on the other side was saying.
Eventually, she opened her mouth.
“It’s the first time I’ve heard that even though I’m the head of Morgue. The elders of the Dark Hall once said something similar… but I didn’t have time to listen to it because the war with the demons was in full swing.”
“It’s just something I heard from my master.”
The teacher over there, Camus, refers to the representative of Snake.
Knowing this, Camus on this side only frowned.
“But why are you saying that now?”
“The dark magicians of Morgue know by nature. The truth that humans can explore and understand throughout their lives is just a handful of sand picked up from the sandy beach.”
“Then where is most of the truth?”
“You ask me the same question as I did back then.”
Camus on the other side smiled and continued.
“After death. Beyond the door.”
“……!”
Camus on this side opened her eyes a little wider.
Camus over there met her gaze without flinching.
Only when we cross the door of death do we become completely free and eternal.
You will be able to explore the infinite truth behind it.
Eventually, Camus from this side spoke.
“So you turned to the black mage. To become familiar with death.”
“No. It’s the opposite. It was to guard against death first.”
“?”
Camus on this side tilts her head again.
He also seemed to be seeing his old self, so the other Camus smiled bitterly.
“Warlocks are the ones who despise death the most.”
“Why is that?”
“Before you can understand and feel familiar with death, you must first understand and feel familiar with life.”
“……!”
Camus on this side listens silently.
Up to this age, I had never listened to anyone so calmly.
‘Well, isn’t it someone else’s words.’
While Camus on this side was thinking this to herself, Camus on the other side continued talking.
“Life. Feelings toward others. Love. Friendship. Trust. Organic relationships with everything in the world. Gratitude for being alive. The preciousness of life. Only after understanding these things can you truly understand death. Everything is two-sided.”
“Can’t you get familiar with death first? I guess I would.”
“That’s a good question. To that question, Master answered… No, you’ll be angry if you hear it. I was also a little angry at that time.”
Camus over there remembered the answer he had heard from Snake at the time.
‘It’s nothing more than ostentatious idiots imitating warlocks.’
If Camus on this side had heard that, he might even be furious if it was from Snake, whom he hated so much.
“Well, anyway. Contrary to the prejudice of the world, a true warlock should be able to love and deeply understand living things more than anyone else.”
“…A person who loves all living things and sympathizes with all dying things. In a way, he must be something close to what people in the world call a great sage or saint. Are opposite poles connected?”
“As expected, it’s me. You understand quickly.”
The two Camus talked for a long time.
And in the meantime, Bikir watched the two women’s advice for a long time.
yet.
Two Camus sat facing each other in the center of the magic circle.
“To complete the art of complete resuscitation, you must go to the abyss of magic and learn the theories and formulas that were lacking.”
“That’s where all the truths that make up this world are stored, so you can find the part you want. It will take a long time.”
The Camu of the other side has already tried this technique once and failed.
“I have the know-how from that time, so I will never fail this time.”
Camus sat cross-legged with a firm expression on his face.
yet.
…Faah!
The two Camus started infusing mana into the magic circle.
Deed Deed Deed Deed Deed –
The magic circle is started.
Countless complex shapes radiated light.
stuff in the middle.
35 liters of water 20 kilograms of carbon 20 kilograms of ammonia 4 liters of lime 800 grams of lime 1.5 kilograms of phosphorus 250 grams of salt 100 grams of potassium nitrate 80 grams of sulfur 7.5 grams of fluorine 5 grams of iron 3 grams of silicon 15 other trace elements Memory of blood and flesh… .All of this started giving off a nasty stench and heat fumes.
‘……Wait a stench?’
This Camus hardened his expression.
I don’t know what the process was, but I knew the result.
‘It’s a failure!’
This Camus intuitively sensed it.
right at that moment.
“It’s not a failure!”
The Camus over there shouted sharply.
It reawakened the spirit of Camus, which had been temporarily clouded by confusion and agitation.
Eventually, something strange began to rise in the center of the magic circle.
……! ……! ……! ……!
The other side of Camus who saw it gritted her teeth.
“See you again! Nice to meet you!”
At that time, I just thought that I shouldn’t let ‘that’ come out of the magic circle.
But that thought was short-lived.
Rather than preventing ‘that’ from coming out of the magic circle, this side should rather go inside of ‘that’.
Over there, Camus started to control Mana with all her might.
Sssssssss…
The Wraith Tree moves.
The enormous amount of negative dimension mana stolen from Seere was flowing in a magic circle by Kamyu’s delicate manipulation.
“You’re suppressing this physically? Are you a monster or are you?”
“Ho-ho- what are you praising yourself for? You help too!”
Hearing the laughter of the Camus on the other side, the Camus on this side gritted their teeth as well.
Coo-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu!
Two Camus control the magic circle.
yet.
…kwak!
The magic circle broke and mana flowed back.
Momentary binge drinking, heat, and strong winds.
Exposed to the mind-bending shockwave, the two Camus experienced death, albeit for a moment.
Near-death. Everything shatters and returns to nothingness.
Right then.
“Camu!”
There was a voice that held the two women’s consciousness firmly together.
Bikir. He was giving power to the two Camus from beyond the magic circle.
“……! ……! ……!”
Camus over there straightened her bent back with all her might.
‘Master! Give me strength!’
Recalling Snake’s face, Camus took a deep breath.
Tsutsutsutsutsutsu…
The scene in her consciousness is shared with Camus here.
A black door can be seen in the center of the magic circle.
Wide open.
Camu’s body was being sucked into it by itself.
Toward the distant abyss where stars and clouds of gas drift.
like dust.
……just then.
flutter!
There was someone blocking the way.
A man stood in front of the door waving a black cloak. Morgue Snake.
He said to Camus without looking back.
‘Go back.’
‘Your picnic isn’t over yet, so go back and say it was beautiful.’
In the abyss, towards the door beyond the door where the dawn dew and sunset clouds called, Snake stepped forward without hesitation.
‘I want to become a black magician who can love life.’
That was the end.
……It was like that then.
But not this time.
“Uhhhhhhhh!”
Camu began releasing mana with tremendous momentum.
yet.
Coo-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
The darkness rising from the center of the magic circle began to take the form of a huge door or hole.
It sucked in everything around it with incredible strength and appetite.
The two Kamu and Vikir also could not escape being dragged into it.
“……!”
“……!”
Bikir, who instinctively resists the strong suction power that sucks in the body, and Camu on this side,
but the reaction of Camu on the other side was different.
“No need to resist! Just be dragged along! ‘That’ is the entrance to the abyss!”
In order to perfectly master the art of complete resuscitation, there is no choice but to go on an exploration into that terrifying hole that evokes the fear of humans.
‘……Master!’
Camus gritted his teeth once again.
The road that Snake had left first that day.
An unknown realm where stars, clouds, gas and dust play.
‘Demonic Abyss’.
The place that Camu is making as its final destination has been revealed.
