Chapter. 12. Lettuce to Windmage (16)
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‘The situation must change.’
Hitting, cutting and stabbing.
Whoops!
From curved to straight. From line to dot. Swirling it into cotton.
It is fast, strong and sophisticated.
After the first charge with all my might, I was appreciative of the spear skills that had pierced my body. A spear blade that crushes blood armor with sophisticated spear techniques and incomprehensible breakthrough power based on overwhelming speed.
‘We need to change the situation.’
Quack!
The only way to respond is to give up the flesh and take the bones.
The arm, restored with concentrated blood while the body was being ovulated, flew over Edeorna like a battering ram.
Tuhwaak!
It was a powerful blow that made the sound of air being torn apart, but it was deflected by the lightly swung tip of the spear. It’s not that it lacks power. It gained the upper hand in the first head-on collision and even caused visible damage to the white monster’s outer shell with one strike. I was far superior in power.
but.
Pabababak!
“Keuuuuuuu!”
After the impressive first clash, Edeorna never gave up the distance and repeatedly stabbed with the tip of the spear and ran away, so there was just not enough distance for her full power to be unleashed.
Edeorna passes by, gently stabbing and sometimes cutting, as if taking a leisurely stroll.
The body was not noticeable from that level of attack, but the problem was that the wound did not just end up as a wound.
“Keuuuuu!”
I tore off the raw flesh from the wound that had already healed and threw it away, but I couldn’t remember all the parts of the attack that had touched me dozens of times in an instant.
Fu bu bu buk! Puhwaak!
“Ugh. “Gaaaaaaaa!”
The thorns that grew from the wound that could not be removed pierced the body and headed outward.
How many times already. Pieces of flesh that had been torn off before the thorns grew further were scattered on the valley floor, and the blood flowing from the wounds was soaking the valley red.
“That’s bizarre. “How can my branches, which should have grown so quickly and bound my body, fail to exert so much strength?”
Her figure, wrapped as if she were being guarded by the white thorns she created herself, was truly fitting for the title of the Queen’s eldest daughter, but to someone who had been stabbed by those thorns dozens of times, it only seemed terrible.
‘The situation needs to change. It can’t be done like this! If you give me just one chance to do something…!’
Originally, the plan was to capture Edeorna by engaging in a tedious, delayed war of attrition based on regenerative power, but it is unclear whether that will be possible if it is consumed at this fast rate.
In fact, the guy below him who was radiating such ominous magic power that it made the back of his head tingle was the ‘Bazyur’ who only appeared in the latter part of the main scenario, so he couldn’t expect any support from his allies.
‘Castle Knight The Roderick Front, where the heroes of the three eastern countries, the elite knights of the Knight Kingdom, and even Charlotte, are like the Wailing Wall. That ignorant attack power would have been created to penetrate the heroes and reach Charlotte before it was used up in a wheeled battle, and Thornwood, which has a strong area-occupying and suppressing aspect, would have been created to easily disable the enemy in a many-to-one battle and secure a retreat route.’
All evolutions, except for some skin and external changes, are all-in on attack. If you hit it right, you will definitely get a valid hit. Even if you don’t get it right, you just need to get one move right…
‘Please! Please, just one chance to change things. If you come just once…!’
Whoa!
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At that time, the wind that was raging on the battlefield calmed down in an instant.
『Swan song』
The moment when a voice that resonates with the soul fills the valley.
Kaaaaagh!
“How dare that person!”
Edeorna’s face, which had always been relaxed, became horribly distorted, and anger filled her eyes.
I didn’t know what it was, but it was clear that it was the ‘opportunity’ I had so desperately wanted.
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A small breeze blew through the valley.
Past the two monsters that light up the valley at night with the sparks from their fingertips and spear blades.
Pass by the soul mage who is holding a gray glowing soul in his hands and coughing up blood and the companions who are protecting him.
Past the wizards who were breathing heavily, protecting the fallen wizards with green magic.
As if looking around, the wind passed by the clusters of lights that illuminated the valley at night one by one, and floated up into the sky, emitting a soft glow.
The young wizard was holding his cooling teacher in his arms and staring at the light helplessly.
A wind that penetrated every valley in small waves, like a storm in a bottle. The last breath of a teacher who came out into the world under the name Last Spell. Green stars appear in your tear-filled eyes. Memories of the past soaked Astrad’s heart like falling tears.
‘Master. I told you to tell me if you need to urinate. There’s nothing to cry about because you’re embarrassed. I am your disciple and you are my teacher.’
‘Master. Now, even if you don’t help me, I can do it on my own. Good night. ‘Let’s go for a walk together later when the wind is nice
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‘I felt at first sight that the home was a good place, but… are you saying that we both have to do this? This is outrageous! No, no matter how territorial the people who came first are, that’s true…. Yes? You can do it? ‘Are you crazy?’
‘I told you. I wasn’t born with the mana of the wind. In the first place, a back alley orphan like me didn’t even belong to a wizard… right? Are we going to stay here and do it until we make it? Are you crazy? Oh, why are you hitting me! How can your tone of voice change so easily? yes!’
‘Master.’
‘Master?’
‘Master!’
‘Master!!!’
Ssaaaa –
A few days ago, when we were alone in Master’s closet.
When I found out that my teacher, who kept behaving strangely, had dementia.
The day I first came as a member of the home and was told what I had to do here.
The day he first arrived at Wuthering Heights, the day his teacher went out of his way to take him, who couldn’t reach the first note, at any cost.
All the days he spent with his teacher piled up in his heart one by one.
The last time was the day I first met him 8 years ago.
April 7, 121. A back alley in the small town of Felen.
I remembered it clearly as if it happened yesterday. A man appeared in front of him who was getting beaten for tenaciously guarding the piece of bread he had begged for. A strange wizard who rescued him from nowhere and then declared, ‘From now on, you are my disciple.’
‘….gaffer. Why on earth would you take something like me and use it for something?’
‘Not the old man, Master. And not like you, but a wizard’s disciple.’
‘Why on earth?’
Drop… Drop…
“Why… Why on earth are you doing this to me…”
Astrad could finally feel that she had lost her teacher. And that the teacher did not completely leave.
We come as the wind and return as the wind.
This is what wind wizards have a habit of saying. It only stays in the human body for a short time, but as soon as its life is over, it returns to the wind. Therefore, death is not a tragedy, but a matter of finally returning to one’s place and regaining rest after a long wandering.
This is something my teacher often said. You spoke more often, especially after your memories began to fade and you realized that your days together were numbered.
“Then why are you here… Why! why!!!”
Astrad screamed at the teacher’s energy felt from his staff. It wasn’t just the cane. From this small valley to the valley beyond and the mountain peaks behind it.
There was no place that didn’t leave traces of the teacher in the wind that passed nearby.
6th rank wizard Gauman Delhurst. The last spell he cast was to shatter his image as a wizard, giving his own image to every wind within his reach.
Even though it may be fleetingly scattered over time, he has endowed the disciple’s staff with all of his enlightenment that will guide the disciple’s hand for a while.
As he grabbed the stick, he felt all the winds of the vast rocky valley staring at him. Light cooperation without holding the leash. A cool permission, as if he was willing to do it because he was asked a favor. The longed-for warmth that carefully guides his hand inside.
“….All right.”
Astrade carefully laid her teacher on the ground and took off her robe to cover his face. I surrendered myself to the power flowing through my fingertips. It’s something that can’t happen and something I can’t understand.
“If that is your wish, I will do so.”
Astrade decided to follow her impulses instead of thinking.
Magic used by black robes? I do not know.
Has the nature of magic suddenly changed? I do not know.
What I do know is that the black flames are heading towards Astrad and the wind wizards behind him. And the teacher did not want it. Himself too.
Slurp – Slurp –
The monster was approaching with a black fireball in one hand, as if it had already achieved complete victory.
The monster covered in black cloth now had the face and voice of a woman.
“There is no need to struggle, young wizard. I understand everything about you and hope you don’t get hurt. “Really?”
“…What is in front of you is my master’s body. “If I can’t even recognize what I killed with my own hands…”
“Oh my goodness! It is unreasonable to kill him. I just followed the necessary procedures. You wizards use magic by understanding the target, right? “A wind wizard brings wind, and a wizard brings fire.”
The monster came right in front of Astrad and lifted up its robe with a slender female arm .
The mouth, made up of a huge torso, opened to the left and right, as if bisecting the body vertically, and said,
“Ugh….aaaa-”
“Uuuuu-”
“Ahhhh….”
A hideous, indescribable mass of human being was revealed.
“Me too. I understand wizards and use magic. Do you understand?”
Crack!
“Chew every last bit from head to toe. “It is accepting everything about the wizard’s life and memories.”
Wow!
“I was sad… every day. I was happy… every day too. “Everyone shares it with me so that we can become completely one.”
Ttuduk!
“Do you understand?”
From a young woman to a middle-aged man. From middle age to old age. Back to women.
Every time the guy’s face changed, the other person’s attributes seemed to change.
The human mass covered by that robe shakes wildly every time.
“So… you want to throw me into that mouth right now.”
“Oh my hohohoho! Don’t be angry~ The more stock the better, but I’ve gained a bit of weight to include a young wizard like you… hmm? Oh my, you smell so delicious. Oh, why don’t you become one with your dead teacher? “If you don’t resist, you can meet again, but if you run away and end up half-turned to ashes, you’ll only meet your teacher half-way.”
A monster that stretches out its arms as if to embrace you with an eerie smile.
For a moment, Astrade stepped back, feeling a sense of shame for having even thought about whether she could really meet her teacher there.
“Oh my, you don’t like it~?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s dirty and disgusting and I feel like throwing up so I can’t go in.”
“When you’re scared, your mouth gets rough, right? Even the tone of speech changes.”
Tsk!
“I used to be like this. The teacher said that was the way a ‘naughty child’ used to speak, so I corrected it. “Now that my teacher is dead, I’ll live as I please. You look so miserable that I want to sympathize with you.”
Wow!
“Hohohoho! “Let’s see if you can still use your tongue like that even after having half of your brain eaten away?”
The monster’s voice rose as if it were angry, and its hand grabbed Astrad’s collar. A force so strong that it takes your breath away.
‘…Me too. ‘I guess I’m crazy.’
This is crazy. Even if your magic power is low, you can’t help but argue with a man-eating monster that can overpower other teachers and students with a single blow, manipulate all kinds of attributes, and swing the completed magic right in front of you in a state ready to be cast.
And to think there was no way I could lose to that guy.
Pfft!
Astrad laughed self-deprecatingly at the sight of a black lump stuck at the edge of the valley with the sound of a leather bag bursting from a small piece of wind that escaped his fingertips.
A power like a miracle. It is a high level that a untalented magician who could barely do pull-ups for 8 years can never reach.
Creep!
“Gaaaaaaa! Ignoring the kindness of others!! I won’t eat it kindly. “I’ll savor it slowly, peeling off the skin layer by layer with my fingers!”
Cooooooo!
A woman’s head and an old man’s head appear together on the head of the hood that appears after breaking the rock debris. An ominous curse was intertwined with the black flames, growing more powerful.
The young wizard who faced it also raised his wand. Just like the day I first learned magic. Like the gesture of a teacher who taught him an old, now obsolete casting method for a person without talent.
‘Dance…dance?’
‘okay! If you catch the wind and turn it into a note, you can dance to that tune!’
‘Ahh! no, I do not want! What is it! A dancing wizard! ‘Are you talking about it?’
‘Innoom! So, are you planning on sleeping out here with me for a thousand days? Dance, Astrad! ‘I’m going to rock your scale!’
The teacher’s staff danced on the disciple’s hand. The staff that cuts through the wind sings with three melodies.
One by one, new winds came through the sorrowful tunes that twirled through the notes. Between the canes flowing with the blue wind. Four five six and seven.
A staff containing seven melodies was pointed towards the flames.
Wow!
A cursed flame soared high into the sky, making a sound like a beast from the underworld, and a small wizard dancing beneath it.
It will only happen once. A wizard who can handle three notes is also allowed to cast spells of seven notes. The wind that passes through every valley, pushes away the clouds, and plays among the stars extends its reach.
Being born as a human being and feeling the wind of a teacher who will consume and disappear everything I have lived through through my fingertips is a miracle that will never be allowed again in the future.
“….thanked. “Master.”
The disciple’s magic became a farewell and fell into the valley.
“Gauman Delhurst’s [Swan song]”
The last spell of a 6th rank wizard. And through it, the magic unfolded by the wizard who inherited everything and took control of all the winds of a small country, albeit temporarily.
The magic of the seven notes was released into the world, and its powerful magical energy waves covered the entire valley.
Whoop –
the first pillar of black flame that was burning high in the sky disappeared.
“…? …. …. ! ….!”
Bazyur is embarrassed by the suddenly canceled spell and tries to prepare the spell again.
But no matter how much I opened my mouth and exhaled, I couldn’t hear anything.
“In the end, it means you are not a wizard.”
Astrad flew in on the wind and stood in front of the monster, who opened his mouth and made several hand signs.
“Unless they are idiot wizards, most wizards above the 5th rank know how to cast magic without chanting and using only imagery. Unlike guys like you who only know how to copy and use magic. If it has that much magical power, it would be at the bottom of the 6th rank even if it is small. “If you can’t speak, you’re no different from a piece of meat.”
“…..Knock….. …. Knock…..”
“Swan song. Since I was only given enlightenment without a spell, I just made up a rough idea. It’s not a spell that can be used anymore because it’s a power that will disappear anyway. A spell so simple that even a talentless person like me can use it, yet an elaborate spell that can only be used with the power of the 7th scale. It’s a masterpiece. A masterpiece that can only be used by a wizard who thoroughly understands all the winds of the world. 7-tone major spell.”
“Knock….Knock…..!”
Percussion.
Three old holes. Four holes that had just been carved out by the wind. The staff, with a total of seven holes shining like stars, touched the forehead of Mute, who was clutching his neck.
“I’ll teach you in an easy-to-understand way, even if you’re an idiot who doesn’t know magic. this place. All areas within a 30-day distance in any direction from the vicinity of Wuthering Heights. “I took away the wind that was allotted for you.”
“…..? ugh…. …. !”
“Can you imagine? From large beasts to small insects. The wind, which reaches out its hand equally to every drop of dew on the leaf, rejects you without missing a single piece. The breath you take in. The air you exhale. “You have been deprived of one of the elements that make up the world.”
“…..Ahh….Bow!”
Quaaaaa!
“Of course, I hate you for more than just being deprived. The wind wizard is the wind. The wind that blows here was either a wizard or will become a wizard someday. But because of you. The wind named Gauman Delhurst has completely disappeared here. “I sincerely pray that even the wind that blows at your small gestures will not allow you to achieve your wishes.”
Ouch!
It was a gesture as if caught on an invisible string. A spider web of backlash that entangles a being who is deprived of the right to scream or breathe.
Slurp! Slurp, slosh!
As Vazyur’s life fades away, the wizards attached to his body fall off one by one.
Edeorna’s eyes were burning with shock and anger as she discovered her dying brother.
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