< 127. In Search of the Scream (4) >
#127
“Let’s go. “Innocent people are waiting today too.”
“Sure.”
“I will go out first and wait for you.”
The woman with her back turned went out the door. The place where she stayed gave off a faint scent of lilies. Ronan was constantly trying to do something but the body of the savior who imprisoned him never gave up control.
‘What the fuck happened?’
I felt bad because I felt like I was being asked to just watch in silence. The savior walked to the desk and hung the seven-pointed pendant around his neck.
Sparkling mana was rising like fog from the rugged seven-pointed star. Once again the lips moved uncontrollably and a low murmur came out.
“…May the stars bless you.”
The savior adjusted his clothes and opened the door. With the sound of creaking hinges a completely unexpected scene unfolded before my eyes.
‘what….’
Ronan’s eyes widened. A small village reminiscent of Nimburton was built under the blue sky. Every time the wind blew the wild flowers in full bloom were lying down and getting up again and again.
The door and the building he came through were all gone. It was a change of location that frequently occurs in the world of dreams and images. Ronan who was looking around tilted his head.
‘Was there a fire?’
Contrary to first impressions it did not seem to be a very peaceful village. Among the buildings most of which were made of wood many collapsed or burned down.
Rather than a fire it felt like I had been attacked by something breathing fire. Residents wearing scorched clothes were walking around busily. At that time Ronan’s eyes stopped on a certain place. Something strange was happening.
‘That’s…’
There were as many as a hundred different animals including water buffalos horses monkeys etc. carrying wood and stones. Judging by its translucent body it was a spirit a living being made of magical energy.
Small and medium-sized spirits were carrying materials or restoring destroyed houses. The giant spirits that were occasionally seen were doing large-scale tasks such as digging up the ground or creating a garden out of a pile of dirt.
It didn’t take long to realize that the action was to draw water from a distant river. Ronan who was looking at the spirits’ civil engineering work laughed.
‘That’s amazing.’
Since the mana waves felt from the spirits were the same they were all controlled by one person. Considering that the average spiritist wields two to three spirits at most this was truly an incredible skill.
The savior walked towards the center of the village. The woman I had talked to earlier was surrounded by residents. Residents in shabby clothes were repeatedly lowering their heads to express their gratitude.
“I thought I was going to freeze to death this winter…! thank you!”
“You allowed the river to reach the front of Ma village… There was no need for you to do that…!”
“The land here is fertile so many people will flock here in the future. “After we complete the reconstruction work we will begin drawing water from the river in earnest.”
The red-eyed elf woman was controlling her spirits with perfect precision. The mana emanating from her spirits was oozing out of her. The woman made eye contact with her savior and bowed her head politely.
“Savior.”
“Your skills have improved again Elthea. “I think they can all become mid-level spirits.”
“Thanks to our savior. “The magic book you compiled yourself was very helpful.”
“I see. How does it compare to the first book?”
“Of course Lerant was a great book but I think what you wrote this time is even better. “Have you decided on a title?”
The woman took out a book from inside her robe. Ronan’s eyebrows were crumpled like tissue paper.
The book with its cover and inside pages all black was so familiar to the eye that it made me sick. Words that drove a wedge flowed out from between the lips of the savior who moved again.
“Vajra.”
“That’s a good name. “I will work harder.”
“okay. Please try a little harder.”
Once again the silent woman focused on her elemental magic. Ronan who was watching the scene from inside her eye sockets was in shock and could not say anything.
‘How fucking old is it?’
The fact that Vajra was written by this savior was surprising but what was even more shocking was the current time period. Ayre the librarian of the Dawn Magic Tower guessed that Vajra was used at least 2000 years ago.
It was unbelievable. The scenery you are seeing now is from more than a thousand years ago.
Ronan stood in place forgetting to resist for a moment. Either way the savior moved on as he pleased. Every time I stepped foot residents stopped by.
“Savior. Thank you very much. “I never thought you would come to our village….”
“Hehehe… this monster burned the entire village and ate the people.”
“Rest assured. “Because a very talented warrior went to slay the monster.”
The Savior reached out his hand and stroked the crying child’s head. I was in the middle of walking around the village with the residents.
I saw a large man sitting at the corner of the village. The man’s back as wide as a stingray had a large tattoo of the seven-pointed star the symbol of Nebula Clage.
“Hey…! “Oh it hurts!”
“Hold on a little. Because connecting is what hurts the most.”
A dwarf farmer was lying in front of him screaming. The giant was holding his leg and trying hard to put something on it.
Ronan realized that the farmer’s right leg had been cut off below the knee. The giant shouted.
“Okay connect. “Hmph!”
“Kwaaaa!!”
A long scream rang out. His wife and children who were watching covered their mouths. Eventually the farmer came to his senses and raised his head.
“Huh…huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…?”
“Hahaha I endured it well. Now stand up.”
A leg made of metal was attached underneath the cut surface of the leg. I felt that the sense I had lost had returned. The farmer carefully got up. He carefully stepped forward and let out an intense exclamation.
“It’s moving…! “I’m walking!”
“Hahaha! Of course I have to walk. “This is a prosthetic leg I made not anyone else!”
The man let out a hearty laugh. The farmer ran over with joy and hugged his wife and child. It was a warm scenery. The savior approached with great strides and spoke to the giant.
“You worked hard. “You always look good with your hands.”
“Ah are you here?”
The giant stood up. He was about 2 meters tall and looked closer to a beast than a human. He continued speaking with his hands in his pockets.
“It’s all thanks to the skills you taught me. “How on earth do you know that?”
“It’s no big deal. “I just had a little more experience than others.”
“If I ask you what your experience was you won’t answer this time either right?”
The savior shook his head in silence. The man who was twitching the corners of her mouth eventually made her laugh.
“Haha after all you are the strangest mortal I have ever seen.”
“I don’t want to hear that from a dragon who makes prosthetics for mortals. Alibrihe.”
‘Alibrihe…?’
Ronan’s eyes widened when he heard her man’s name. This was a person I had heard about from Terranil and Yuria some time ago. A master at making prosthetic hands and legs.
He was a blacksmith of great skill so I thought I would like to meet him someday but I never thought I would see him face to face like this. By the way what is a dragon? Just as various questions were raising their heads a voice came from behind.
“Savior. “I killed the nearby demon beasts as you instructed.”
Ronan who belatedly sensed the presence was startled. A powerful energy that was incomparable to that of Elsia or Alibrihe was piercing my back.
The Savior turned his head. A man with a white robe pulled down to his nose was standing there. The longsword hanging from his waist was soaked in blood.
“There were a lot of bodies so I only cut off the head of the one that looked like a captain and brought it back.”
Sparkling mana was spreading from the sword body which was wrapped in a cloud of white light. Drake’s head bigger than a decent house was tied to his back. Ali Bryhe touched his chin and admired it.
“Oh my head is this big. “You could call it an honorary dragon.”
“It’s pretty big. “It is presumed that this guy is the one who burned down the surrounding cities and villages.”
“There wasn’t a single drop of blood on your clothes this time either. “As expected you are amazing.”
The man wearing a robe lowered his head. I don’t know anything else but I liked his attitude without being arrogant. The savior opened his mouth.
“It was hard. ■■.”
“thank you. “Savior.”
“Get some rest. “The reconstruction work is almost finished…”
Ronan frowned. I couldn’t make out the word that was supposed to be his man’s name. It was the moment when the man who had bowed again was about to take a step back. I thought there was a dark shadow but everything became brighter.
“hmm?”
Everyone present raised their heads at the same time. And at the same time I took a deep breath. Crimson flames were pouring down like a waterfall from high above.
“what…!”
The flames were so powerful that they covered the entire sky as far as the eye could see. Alibrihe’s face twisted in confusion. Screams erupted from all over the village.
“Ugh! “It’s a fire!”
“Help me!”
The first to move were the Eldian spirits. They hurriedly threw their bodies and put up a shield but they could not last even a few seconds and were engulfed in flames and destroyed.
Alibrihe also shot a magically created stream of water into the sky but it did not help much in extinguishing the fire. Ronan shouted.
‘You idiot. ‘Do something!’
Despite the imminent crisis the so-called savior just stood calmly. The distance from the flames was about fifty steps. Suddenly the savior raised his right arm and opened his mouth.
“Everyone please calm down.”
For a moment the screaming stopped. At the same time a fire engulfed the village. Quaaaaa! The torrent of flames that rained down without stopping stopped only after engulfing not only the village but also the nearby land.
‘…what?’
Ronan who had closed his eyes from the heat raised his head. Nothing happened. No one was killed or injured and the buildings in the village were intact without a single trace of scorch.
The reason could be found in the sky. A hemispherical curtain shimmering purple was covering the sky over the area.
‘Blessing of the stars…!’
Ronan’s eyes widened as if they were about to pop out. Just like Vajra it was a look I had seen before. However it was on a different level from the starry protection he had seen so far.
The thickness was incomparably thick and the radius seemed to be several kilometers. It almost looked similar to Ahayute’s shield.
【What tricks did you use?】
At that time a magnificent voice rang out from the sky. The sound of wings flapping that had been heard earlier was gradually getting closer.
Whoa! Suddenly the smoke covering the shield dispersed. Dense shadows fell over people’s faces. The wind from the wings was pushing away the smoke and residual fire. Before long the culprit who spewed flames appeared.
‘Fuck.’
Ronan twisted his lips. The length from head to tail seemed to be well over seventy meters. The red color covering his body was denying the truth of the world just by its color alone.
A red dragon considered the most prestigious of all dragons was looking down on the village. Ali Brie who saw this scratched her head as if it were annoying.
“Why the fuck did that bastard come here?”
“Do you know each other?”
“okay. Red Death Gargarens. “He’s a guy with a dirty temper but why did he end up here…”
Alibrihe explained that the dragon was a member of Navardose’s clan. Ronan also knew Navardose well.
He was a great dragon who is still praised as the Mother of Fire and the only strong person to kill a giant without dying during the final battle. The savior said.
“Noble dragon. “Why are you doing this?”
【Give me the man who killed my servant.】
“Servant?”
【okay. A servant who served me for hundreds of years has just passed away. The culprit must be here.】
The moment Ronan heard her words he looked back at the man covered in her robes. Given the circumstances it seemed clear that the Drake he had cut down was a servant.
“I…”
“Stay still.”
Her man was about to step forward. The savior who stopped him opened his mouth.
“I’m sorry but that might be a bit difficult.”
【What does it mean?】
“It is true that we killed him. But that’s because your servants trampled on people’s homes and ate mortals at will. “This time won’t you admit each other’s mistakes and move on?”
【That’s funny. Do you think that the lives of my servants and those of you insects have the same value?】
“At least it is to me.”
The savior answered without any hesitation. A terrible silence fell. Everyone there was frozen as if they were statues. The red dragon’s sneer echoed across the sky.
【Then it has been decided. You will all turn to ashes and disappear.】
The dragon’s chest began to swell. The flickering flames were preparing to pour down.
At the same time the savior stretched out his hand and pulled at the hilt of his man’s sword. With a smooth sound a sharp-looking sword body appeared.
“Savior I…!”
The man tried to say something but the savior ignored him. Paang! The savior’s body which had been curled up shot out like a spring.
【what…!】
The distance narrowed in an instant. There was confusion in the dragon’s eyes. The savior who rose high enough to face him swung his sword.
The elegant slash cut across the dragon’s horn creating a white line. It was the moment when he who had risen to the peak fell again. Suddenly! The horn divided into dozens of pieces scattered like an explosion.
【Khaaaaaaaa!】
A painful scream burst from the dragon’s mouth. Everyone below covered their ears to the voice that shook the heavens and earth. The dragon who was falling because he could not overcome his pain managed to regain his balance just before he hit the ground.
“Waaaa!!”
“This dragon is running away!”
The situation ended in an instant. The moment the savior landed on the floor cheers erupted. Most people were distracted by the fleeing dragon but not Ronan.
‘oh my god.’
The sword path drawn by the savior was floating in his mind. Although he could barely follow it with his eyes he could clearly see it.
The savior’s sword technique was very similar to Nabirose’s sword. A wanderer I met in the jungle once taught me this.
