The great mage who transcends by returning, episode 269
My father was cool-headed.
Without hesitation, I mentioned the possibility that our family might have originated from the lord of demons, and even from ‘pure blood’.
Then what do I think?
‘It’s a subspecies… ….’
Mamon told me in a clear tone.
They say that in the blood of Walpurgis, the blood of demons like them flows.
It’s clear that he identified us to some extent with himself.
but.
“My opinion is a little different.”
that’s his idea
My father opened his eyes as if interested in my answer and asked me.
“Did you mean that our blood had nothing to do with drinking?”
“No, not even that.”
Whatever it is, it is almost certain that our family’s blood is related to the demon.
What is to be acknowledged must be acknowledged.
but.
“I just want to say that our ancestors were not subordinated to demons.”
“…hmm?”
“If you were truly subordinated in the first place, you shouldn’t have even dared to think of opposing the Demon God.”
But right now, I’m trying hard to stop the demon somehow.
The existence of God is never easy.
If our blood is truly subordinated to the demon, then its will must also be subordinated.
But no.
Even before returning, I fought against the Demon God.
Even before reaching the half-body state, even before collecting sacred objects… ….
Everything was completely my will.
That much you can be sure of.
Lemegeton asked.
“In other words, your will is still firmly against the demon, so isn’t blood wrong?”
“Because that is the most important thing.”
“Isn’t that too assertive? In the first place, I wonder if you’re looking at divine beings too lightly.”
“Do you look funny?”
Ha, that’s not even funny.
There must be no one in this world who is more wary of demon gods and has more fear of them than me.
If possible, the one I don’t want to confront is the existence of a demon god.
I just decided not to back down because I had no choice.
“If you really looked down on the Demon God, you would have died and fell apart without being able to annihilate even one of the Great Demons.”
“…Hmm.”
At my words, Remegeton shrugged and said to his father.
“Is that so?”
“…hmm.”
My father only nodded with a serious expression.
I spoke to my father again.
“Moreover, it is clear that the Demon God is wary of us, the descendants of Solomon. Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense to throw away Mamon, whom he has devoted his whole life to, like that.”
“…In other words, do we have a possibility that demons are wary of?”
“To be precise, that’s what I have. Let’s make sure of this.”
“….”
Quick.
Tendons sprouted from his father’s forehead.
I’m a man who can change words whenever needed.
“And it was my father who gave birth to me like that. I respect you.”
“The attitude change is very artistic. Who the hell did he resemble to grease his tongue like that… ….”
“….”
I had nothing to say, so I looked at my father quietly.
Tendons sprouted from his father’s hands as he held the staff like flowing water.
“For fathers, words are an inseparable means. Isn’t it a downside to be eloquent? Everything in the world is like that. In the end, we get along with each other… ….”
“Son, let’s move on to something more serious. Why do you always ruin the atmosphere with bullshit in a situation like this?”
“Ah yes, keep going.”
Yes, serious atmosphere is important.
My father looked at me for a while as if he were looking at me like a local idiot, then quietly grabbed the back of my neck.
“Ah, this is called a hero….”
“Father’s main point.”
My father looked at me quietly.
However, he nodded his head with a relieved expression and looked to the side and asked.
“Will Lemegeton be all right?”
“I said it was good right away.”
“great.”
Father nodded.
“Son, I am proud of my Walpurgis blood. Whatever it came from.”
“I know.”
“It’s not about being virtuous or anything like that. Our family… …yeah a lot happened Many events unknown to the outside have existed in the history of the family.”
Father let out a small sigh.
“But it didn’t come through. Right now, do you know anything about what your ancestors did?”
“None.”
“No, no. Isn’t it strange? It is a record that has not been handed down to us, our descendants.”
Saying that, my father lightly flicked his finger in the air.
then that moment.
Hwaaak!
A bright light filled his vision.
And before we knew it, we had moved into a fairly familiar space.
The heart of the family library.
The place where Lemegeton was kept.
“Is there a reason you came here?”
“Wait a moment.”
My father walked away with a familiar step and reached out his hand.
Ugh.
Then the space shuddered.
It was as if the space had become a water surface.
And the oscillating space gradually expanded its area… ….
Aren’t countless spheres of light filling the surroundings?
This is a sight I had never seen before, including before returning.
However, I do know what this orb of light really is.
“Could it be ‘Dream Capture’?”
Dream Capture.
It is literally the crystallization of storage magic that copies a person’s entire memory.
If conditions are met, it is possible for other people to experience other people’s memories no different from reality.
However, it is difficult to make and even more difficult to maintain, so it is not used very well… ….
“I hope this….”
“You noticed right away. Yes.”
My father said while looking at the dream captures that filled the surroundings with complicated eyes.
“It is the memory of successive family heads.”
“…her.”
this is really amazing
In other words, what is here now could be a record of the family’s struggle against the devil.
“In order to open Dream Capture, ‘conditions’ set by the owner of the memory are required. What are the conditions?”
“Simple. To be recognized by Remegeton. Unfortunately, no Walpurgis has ever been recognized.”
Remegeton’s approval… ….
Certainly, the memories of successive family heads are coveted.
If, as I think, this is truly a memory of Walpurgis facing the devil, it will surely be of great help.
However, Remegeton’s recognition is ambiguous in its scope.
There is no standard for how to be recognized.
But then.
“Then, from now on, you can browse on your own, Mikhail.”
“…what?”
I looked at Remegeton because I wanted to know what it was.
But he wasn’t joking at all.
Remegeton said.
“I already recognized you.”
“Are you me?”
“You saved me from this fucking cell. In addition, he annihilated the great demons one after another and weakened the demon’s power. And crucially… ….”
Lemegeton pointed at me.
“Four generations of my Creator’s talent…That pure blood showed up.”
“….”
“Have you stepped into the realm of divine beings at least partly?”
I flinched for a moment at those words.
Because once it was true.
I don’t know if Remegeton even knows that I’ve reached the state of a demigod… ….
“That thing that is attached to you now. I don’t know if it’s a spirit or something else… …Anyway, you know that I mimicked part of the Demon God.”
“You mean Wise.”
“Is that a name? wisdom? It does look a bit like Ha. Well, whatever, that’s what it is.”
After saying that, Remegeton laughed.
At least that’s an expression I’ve never seen on a guy before.
“You are qualified.”
With an expression that even felt a sense of liberation somewhere, he continued.
“This means that I, the great book < Remegeton >, recognize you as the rightful successor of Solomon.”
“…under.”
And it’s scary to say that.
“Watch it.”
The years that Walpurgis had built up came to me all at once.
* * *
“This is Mikhail’s…So, it is Walpurgis’s mansion.”
Ariandel walked around the inside of the mansion, eyes twinkling.
It’s like a performance.
She has been treated quite specially as a saint of the kingdom.
Of course, I also stayed in a building that could be said to be quite fancy in Gyokguk.
But what about this place?
I am relieved.
I can’t express it exactly, but I would say it feels like her existence is being affirmed.
Looking at her like that, the butler said with a warm smile.
“The Walpurgis mansion has a long history. Since the beginning of the founding, this mansion has never changed.”
“Ah, that’s right.”
Hearing it like that makes it feel more mysterious.
“Honestly, I only have painful memories of this.”
“…me too.”
Rian and Aileen muttered that in sullen voices.
If I had to say what I’ve experienced here recently, I would have been beaten up like a dog by the Marquis.
tall… ….
The experience of being beaten like a dog by the owner of only four great families in the empire is not an easy thing to do.
The memory was so clearly imprinted in my head… ….
“…Hmm, by the way.”
At that time, Herma, who had been walking quietly, tilted her head.
“Are we going to the place the hero said right now, Merdin?”
“What do you see me as? I’ve been a butler in this family for several years, so I can’t get lost.”
The butler smiled and raised his head, saying that it was nonsense.
and….
“…Eh?”
I was puzzled.
The butler stopped abruptly and looked around with a look of bewilderment.
Herma looked at the butler pathetically and said.
“My accompanying butler, Merdin…I’m slowly getting old… …memo.”
“No, do you write it like that again? In the first place, a record shouldn’t contain personal opinions… ….”
“Well, that’s why I decided to organize a personal opinion column and write it down. More than that, is that why you don’t know where this place is, Merdin?”
“Yes heh…what the hell is this… ….”
At Herma’s words, the butler nodded, unable to hide his embarrassed expression.
As a butler, it was a difficult situation to understand.
half a lifetime… …It’s not that long, but it’s a mansion where I spent a lot of time anyway.
To be lost like this in a mansion that has not been newly built.
Something is strange.
“…Uhm.”
Everyone looked around.
They were just passing through the hallway until just now.
It’s not like they’ve turned their heads to go somewhere else.
It just happened like this while I was on the road.
“The fact that you, a mage from the 7th circle, didn’t notice means that quite a bit of high-level magic was involved….”
“Do you have any guesses?”
“well. I am a recorder, not a wizard.”
The power of gluttony possessed by the sage Herma completely disappeared due to Mikhail’s intervention.
It has the power to regenerate records, but it can’t be used as freely as a normal wizard.
“Where the hell is this place?”
Eileen looked around with a look of caution.
At least, it feels a bit different from the mansion I was in just a moment ago.
First of all, the walls, ceiling, and floor are all white with no blemishes.
It was just a pure white world.
“I’m asking just in case, isn’t there a space like this in Walpurgis Mansion?”
“Yes no.”
The butler responded to Eileen’s words and chanted the magic he had prepared.
But nothing happened.
The butler muttered in a confused voice.
“Strange. Mana… …are scattering Or rather, should I say that I am crushed?”
Of course, I had never experienced anything like this in a mansion.
But then.
“There will be no need to worry.”
Ariandel said, looking around with a calm expression.
“There is no malice in this space.”
“Yes…did you?”
“Yes, intuition as a saintess? Well, it would be nice to see it that way. It is certain that it is not a space created to harm people. Perhaps this is….”
Having said that, Ariandel suddenly furrowed his eyebrows.
“…Thoughts?”
“Saintess, what are you talking about….”
Even before the butler finished speaking, the surrounding scenery began to change.
And what appeared in front of them… ….
“Come on.”
It was a man who looked surprisingly similar to Mikhail.
