Chapter. 22. Last Parade (6)
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The letter in the large hand swings like a compass.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
“…It doesn’t fly.”
“Ahh, as expected….”
That was it. The letter in the large hand did not move.
The face of the old wizard, who had high expectations, was filled with disappointment, and I was also disappointed.
The dejected wizard took the letter from my hand, but did not stop me this time. The old wind wizard swept the letter with his hand, raised his wand, muttered a few spells, and then sighed deeply.
“As expected, there is no trace of any magic.”
“I definitely saw it swaying to the sound of the starter word.”
“It must be breath. It’s okay, I saw myself shaken by the breath like that and now it’s over! Because there have been many times when I wanted to. Hmm…. This is a letter Astrad sent to a personal acquaintance. To the Empress’s knight, Hyde?”
“I believe we met during the Imperial War.”
“Ah, that war. There is definitely a record of Master Astrad having a relationship with several knights. “Because he was someone who would stop at nothing to protect his home.”
The wizard quickly came to his senses and returned to his normal self. Since I was planning to study the letter and find a clue anyway, I guess they just pretended to explain the letter and took it away and didn’t return it. I can also feel that he is secretly gathering mana to escape.
I could see right through it, but right now my mind was filled with more important things than the sinister Wind Wizard.
‘…Why isn’t anything happening?’
Before I arrived here, or even before I came down to the basin, I didn’t have high expectations. Astrad died and he stopped by that guy’s grave to say hello and said, ‘Astrad, I’m going to die.’ I was planning to strengthen my resolve while doing this.
The closer I got to the center of this sunken nest, the salt lake with water as blue as its eyes, the closer I felt a strange feeling that I couldn’t explain in words.
‘Why wasn’t Astrade included in my preparations?’
The people I met again in this life The people who have awakened my memories over several lives and asked me to help them have something in common.
The point is that they are beings that can live that long.
It’s a given. I don’t know when the professor will come, and I don’t know how many lives I will have to wait, so I have no choice but to ask Jangsaengjong (長生種), who retains memories of the past even after hundreds of years have passed.
Mr. Otman is a kind of magical being who was recreated in the world through his last spell and Notum’s magic. If it does not exhaust its inherent power, it can exist even after 2,000 years, not just 200.
Aldarshaks? It’s a dragon. I can stay alive until my memory wears out.
Aldrich? A being close to a demigod who spans life and death?
‘Then Astrad must be included.’
Astrad is human.
Although he is human, he is already a genius who became an archmage at a young age. Starting from the Grand Wizard, who is classified into the 7th level, his body already contains more mana of the corresponding attribute than the parts that make up a human being, so he becomes an ageless being who will not die unless something special happens. Therefore, the cause of death for the Grand Wizard is usually suicide. .
‘The methods are different, but all great wizards in history ended their lives by suicide. Some scattered like dust, some turned an ordinary volcano into an active volcano and laid down inside it, and some used their remains to use great magic to create a home for wizards. ‘No one was murdered or died of natural causes.’
Because the Archmage is already a being closer to a magical phenomenon than a human, his remains are also unusual. If Astrad had died, she would have become wind in some way, and there was no way the wind wizards would have known that.
‘Astrad gave everything he had to protect his home. Unlike other great wizards who became closer to nature and fell into nihilism in their later years, Astrad has a reason to live.’
There is no possibility that he met his end without intentionally leaving a trace.
“Well… I’m talking about this letter. If you look into what happened before…”
It’s strange. Something is strange.
“People criticize us for messing up this place where the Archmage rests, but there is an unavoidable reason why different facilities are lined up in such a haphazard manner…”
What is it? What did I miss? What did you find that makes you so worried?
As I was deeper in thought, the old wind wizard was dragging a strange device and arranging it in front of me.
“This is magic research equipment I separately prepared. As you know, no matter how good the home is, they can’t keep us here forever, so the winds that come here study for a few months and then have no choice but to leave. That’s why a variety of research facilities are lined up in this basin. Some things are written by other wizards, and things that are difficult to use because they are in different fields get rusty and dusty. Even after his home has disappeared, he leaves traces of his stay here-”
Taaaaak!
“That’s it!”
For a moment, I forgot the blunt mute setting and shouted.
“Wizard! Wind wizards!”
“What what?”
“You! “It’s still here!”
The wizards’ research equipment was lined up like a junkyard around the salt lake. There were as many different and ingenious pieces of equipment as there were wizards, from crude ones to expensive ones, and what this said was clear.
“Rather than using what others left behind, he was able to remain here long enough to have research facilities tailored to his own knowledge and magic! “A wind wizard who carries the punishment of wandering!”
“That’s right… it’s natural, right? This is our home. My only hometown….”
“It’s a hometown that’s gone now. “Felix Home, Astrad, and countless other wind wizards have disappeared so completely that they can’t even notice a trace of the enormous Great Magic Relic.”
The old wizard’s face changes from doubt to confusion to astonishment.
“You. “What is the longest you can stay somewhere other than your home?”
“If I grit my teeth and hold on for about a month…”
“What about those who stayed here and studied?”
“Everyone was so eager to get Home and Godfather back that the shortest person was 5 months… Ugh!”
“okay. “Felix Drixiel’s great magic, Felix Home, has not left a trace, but at least it is functioning.”
“This can’t be right… But we…”
“Because that’s natural to you. “Wuthering Heights Felix Home Home Home Home all took the same meaning.”
When people go to their hometown, what comes to mind is not business-like letters like [what neighborhood, street number, floor number, and number].
A familiar road that can be clearly drawn just by passing by, reminds me of the memories that remain in every staircase and alley.
For the wind wizards who returned after wandering the world for as little as five years or as long as ten years, their hometown is not simply a building made up of white, streamlined pillars, but is engraved into the entire region, and for them, Storm Hill, with its rocky valleys, is also a place with salt lakes and lakes. The ‘Eye of Astrad’, which is made up of basins, is also the same hometown. That’s why I didn’t realize this simple fact.
‘The subject of magic is not the area called [Wuthering Heights], but the magical building called [Felix Home].’
‘The effect of the home is that wind wizards can at least stay inside it for a long time. Even in World 3, when night fell, all the wizards spread out everywhere returned to their homes and fell asleep. What you can stay in is limited to the inside of the magical building.’
‘And the wizards were stationed in the basin where Home disappeared for a long period of time, over 5 months.’
Swish! Swish!
I quickly turn my head and take in everything that comes into view. A basin clearly wider than the Felix Home I remember. Although the density is different, the wizards’ research facilities are lined up all the way to the edge of the basin. This place is called the ‘Eye of Astrad’ because it resembles a large eye when viewed from above.
Before we knew it, the setting sunlight was leaving behind shadows, and diligent stars were still settled in the lingering sky.
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‘But Master’s wish is already…’
‘That’s common sense among atheist pagans named wizards. In the Roharam Church, the dead always return to the stars. If Roharam did that, I would know so.’
‘Your master’s wind has dispersed, but his soul is somewhere in the sky.’
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“Here you are.”
“Felix Holm and Astrad are still here.”
Wind wizards surprisingly do not prefer high places. If you go higher than the atmosphere, there is a section where there is no wind.
Perhaps, as a wizard, he would look longingly at the sky or a wizard honoring someone among the alien stars.
The eyes of a wizard looking at the sky. Is there any other magical symbol that represents Astrad better than that?
“Astrad is here? Ha, but… everything is gone! They even dug up the ground and drained all the water from that salt lake and searched for it! This is where many wind wizards stayed and searched for their traces! Even if they didn’t reach his level, they were all great wishes, but if they were right in front of me, I wouldn’t have been able to find them-”
“Felix Drixiel is also of the 8th rank. Astrad was also ranked 8th. “If you are an archmage who has reached the same level and has studied the legacy left behind by previous archmages for over 100 years, there is nothing that cannot change the structure of magic.”
All the facts speak for themselves. Felix Home is here.
Confidence gathers and condenses scattered thoughts and accelerates them.
‘why. how. Where.’
‘An endlessly increasing burden. A spell on the verge of breaking. A hometown that must not disappear.’
Astrad’s personality. action. speech. A way of thinking comes to mind and becomes one.
Become a living Astrad and imitate him.
And find the answer.
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‘This is where unsent letters are collected. As you can see, it is a space created separately by the magic of Home.’
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“….letter.”
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‘Nothing is infinite in the world, right? The burden on the home side continues to increase and will eventually reach its limit.’
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“Undelivered letter…. Unclaimed letter!”
Shake!
The wizard snatches the letter placed on the laboratory table. Because of my excitement, the quill next to me broke and the ink spilled.
Written on the front of the letter is an apology from Astrad to Knight Hyde. I feel sorry for not being able to help right away even though I received grace a long time ago.
On the back was my letter, simply written as a test, ‘To Archmage Astrad Dillon Delhast.’
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‘I’ll find a way. At least I don’t want the house that holds my father’s and my memories to disappear.’
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“The sending destination was wrong.”
He wanted to reduce the infinitely increasing magical burden of the groove.
The place where young Astrad worked, the place where the professor stayed after the professor left, and the place where Archmage Astrad stayed were all sub-spaces created by the home where ‘unsent letters’ gathered.
The way to use subspace is to clearly recognize and recall the objects contained within it.
The entrance is
a snap!
[Ast■■ ■■ ■Hast]
laid down on the spilled ink.
A letter that was clearly sent by mistake.
“…I send it to the wind.”
A letter with more than half of the recipient’s name erased was dripping with ink.
Conditions for letter magic. Place of residence for more than 3 days. The sender must clearly remember the recipient. The recipient’s name.
The first two magic conditions are not met and the magic is not implemented, but the last condition is. If the name is wrong, the sender’s magic is activated, and the letter sent home is-
….Woah.
Whiuuuuuung!
“It works! “Magic is letter magic!”
“A letter with the wrong recipient’s name becomes an unsent letter left at home without a destination.”
Whiuuuuung-
Pak!
“Sa disappeared! Mute teacher! “The letter is gone!”
As the wizard said, the letter that was floating on the wind suddenly burst! With a sound, he disappeared without a trace.
“It’s not gone.”
I stretched out my hand toward the horizon of the salt lake where the letter disappeared.
“…We have arrived. That’s where it needs to go!”
Sooooo!
My fingertips disappear in the air and I feel a completely different space from the cool evening air.
and.
‘Astrad. Felix Home.’
puck!
“Mu Mute Teacher? Where have you gone! “Mute teacher!!!”
When I thought about the contents of the subspace, it disappeared without a trace like a lost letter.
On a dark evening, the dusk falling over the ‘Eye of Astrad’ settled on a small crack that was faintly flickering.
“I’m sending it to Baram! Sending it to the wind! Me too! Take me too! me too! Mute teacher! Astrad!! “Where are you!!!”
The heartbreaking cries of the old wizard left alone echoed softly over the dark saltwater lake.
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Pararak!
Para la la la rock!
And the monster holding an ink-soaked letter in one hand.
“I found it. Astrad.”
I was facing a world made of paper, with endless letters pouring in.
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