< 144. Come, Spring (9) >
#144
“Nice to meet you all. “I am Lorhorn the tower lord of the Twilight Tower.”
Lorhorn grinned. For a self-introduction by an unprecedented archmage in history it was quite frugal.
Erzsebet began to hiccup and Asher and Itargand froze. Ronan looked down at him quietly without showing any reaction.
‘…I can’t believe I see this guy here.’
However contrary to his calm expression his heart was racing as if it would tear his skin and jump out. I never thought I would see Lorhorn this close in my lifetime.
Lorhorn.
Like other celebrities Lorhorn also had many names. Bards and wizards working in the same industry called him grandiose names that would make your tongue tingle such as the lamp that illuminates ignorance the creator of light the master of the five elements etc. but most people just prefer the simple and clear title of ‘Grand Wizard’. did it In the first place he was the only wizard living in the current era who reached the 9th circle so he could not be confused with anyone else.
Ronan was also a familiar figure. He remembered seeing it twice even from afar. On one occasion while he was wandering the continent he happened to witness rain falling on a drought-stricken village and on another occasion he was seen attending a general meeting of the Imperial Army before the final battle.
‘That was the last time.’
Ronan recalling the past twisted his lips. Lorhorn was joined by one of the two giants who descended with Ahayute.
He heard that he had been sealed forever to be precise using his own soul as a medium. Screams and exclamations could be heard sporadically from beyond the fortress.
“Three worlds…! “Rhodolan is floating in the air right now?!”
“What on earth is this…!”
His power was such that it would not be a waste to call him omnipotent. It was hard to believe that such a strong wizard could not kill a single giant and was destroyed altogether. Even if that entity was stronger than Ahayute. I felt the seriousness of the apocalypse once again.
‘Anyway…why is it like this?’
Ronan tilted his head. It seemed clear that the child in front of him was Lor Horn but there was a significant difference in appearance from what he had previously known.
The silence continued for about a minute. Ergébet who had barely stopped hiccups opened her mouth.
“Lo Lorhorn…? “Is this…the Lorhorn I know?”
“hmm. That’s probably right. “Why are you doing that?”
“No that’s what I know a little more… So…”
Erzébet stuttered his words and played with his chin. Coincidentally Ronan was also curious about the same thing. Lor Horn nodded his head in understanding.
“Ah I see. So what you’re saying is…”
Perfect! Lorhorn snapped his fingers in the air. Suddenly he started to grow taller. Time was etched into his smooth skin and frost was forming on his once black hair.
The top of Lorhorn’s head which had leapt over Erzsebet in an instant stopped at a place almost indistinguishable from Ronan’s. It was a good thing that his clothes stretched with his body. He said stroking his beard that had fallen down to his chest.
“I guess you’re asking why it’s not like this?”
“Yes yes…! that’s right.”
Hergé Bet who was dumbfounded for a moment shook his head. It was a look Ronan was familiar with. Suddenly I remembered giggling with my comrades in the punitive forces saying that that old man could wipe his behind with his beard.
“Haha it’s something he likes to do in public. His appearance is quite fitting for the grandiose nickname of Archmage. “Would you like to see this beard?”
Lorhorn grabbed the middle of his beard and shook it playfully. When I saw that his tone of voice naturally changed to become like that of an old man it seemed like he had made a plan and set the scene. Ronan who suddenly felt a sense of strangeness tilted his head.
“hmm? “It seems a bit different from a typical polymorph.”
“Oh did you even recognize that?”
“yes. “I can’t explain it in detail but I would say it feels more natural…”
“You have a good sense of vision. Yes at some point I was able to feel the time flowing through my body. “I don’t want to see this because it hurts my knees so I guess I’ll have to go back.”
He snapped his fingers again and returned to his childlike appearance. Lorhorn explained that the degree of aging of the body can be freely controlled. Ronan laughed at the sound that sounded like nonsense.
“her.”
It was overwhelmingly superior compatibility with Secret who was cursed and whose age changed at will. Asher’s eyes who had been very frightened opened wide.
“…You can manipulate time?”
“yes. “But only for myself.”
“How is that possible? “Obviously”
“Haha looking at your inquisitiveness you are a natural wizard. “What’s your name?”
“ah…! “I mean…I’m Asher!”
Only then did Asher bow his waist in half and say hello. His curiosity seemed to overcome his fear. Lorhorn began to look Asher up and down.
“Yes Asher. “You are Ijin… so why do you think the Witch of Winter coveted you?”
“Yes yes?”
“I don’t know what I’m looking at. “I didn’t think that in the next few hundred years there would be someone who would surpass that Kratyr child…”
His eyes and voice were serious. Asher crossed his hands without even knowing what the situation was. Because Lorhorn did not continue talking the strange confrontation continued for a long time. Ronan unable to bear it any longer opened her mouth.
“I’m sorry to interrupt but what happens to that kid?”
Ronan raised her thumb and pointed at Ibelin. The sight of her sitting against the wall just breathing out looked like a wooden doll with threads boiled down.
There was no focus in her wide-open eyes. Lorhorn walked up to her and touched her forehead. After concentrating for a moment he nodded.
“It’ll be okay. The shock must have been considerable since the soul was bonded with the highest-ranking spirit for a year. “He’s already a good wizard so if he focuses on recovery he’ll get better soon.”
“…Highest Spirit?”
“Oh you didn’t know. Jinne Lee So the Winter Witch was originally a spirit. It’s also very high class. “It’s been a long time and little information remains but…”
Lorhorn told us that the Winter Witch was the highest-ranking spirit comparable to Hyran or Edelbahce. The group’s eyes widened.
‘That’s why it was so damn wrong. Damn it.’
Somehow I thought it was too strong. Never would I have thought that he would be compared to Hailan the Prince of Wind. Ronan who had seen Hyran in person in the world of images knew his majesty better than anyone else. Lorhorn continued.
“If my bond with Mr. Asher had progressed further it wouldn’t have ended as easily as it did now. “That’s a good thing.”
“What on earth is your relationship?”
“Hmm… it’s difficult to say anything since we each think differently. “I consider myself a bulwark of Jinne’s honor but she sees me as nothing more than her evil prison guard.”
Lorhorn fiddled with her phantom that had absorbed the Witch of Winter. Inside her transparent icosahedron a snowstorm the size of a fingernail was raging. Ronan shrugged his eyebrows.
“Fortress?”
“yes. A bastion that prevents something ugly like today from happening. “She has completely lost her dignity since she fell in love.”
Lorhorn explained that her role was to help her regain her status as a Great Spirit. The witch became corrupted after becoming obsessed with someone.
The disembodied witch possessed the bodies of women with her magical talents and tried to seduce him but she often failed she said. Considering that she seduced a transcendent being a spirit she seemed to be a very attractive person. Ronan said.
“Right do you know who this girl likes?”
“no. Jinne Lee doesn’t say that much either. “Other than the occasional remark about how nice her white hair and scarlet eyes are… come to think of it her eyes are scarlet too right?”
Lorhorn shrugged his eyebrows. Ronan didn’t answer. He knew of only two people who had the same impression as Lorhorn had described. One was Iril and the other was the fucking traitor who stabbed the Savior in the back.
‘Is it that bastard too?’
For a moment I thought that the witch’s love might be that bastard. However when that happens another question arises.
The witch clearly referred to those who trapped Velin in her ice as ‘strange monsters.’ If it was the Grover she loved there was no way she wouldn’t know about Nebula Clazier.
‘It’s difficult.’
Ronan frowned. Moreover she must have seen the robber carving his sword marks into the ice but she didn’t say anything about it. Then Lorhorn turned his head behind him as if sensing something.
“Well I guess I should go soon. “I’ve been away for too long.”
It seemed like there was urgent business. Well if you were in that position it would be difficult to have free time even for 72 hours a day. He looked at Ronan and Asher Erzsebet alternately and then opened his mouth.
“Now that I think about it they are all students at Phileon Academy. Kratir how is he?”
“I was so busy that I couldn’t even notice. “It will get better from now on though.”
“I’m worried that I’ll have to be able to touch time before my life ends.”
Lorhorn laughed bitterly. He said that among his disciples only Kratir is alive. Lorhorn shook hands with each person and offered them a well-wishes. It was the moment when he held Asher’s small hand.
“Asher. “Would you like to explore the truth with me?”
“…yes?”
“The world still hides many secrets. From a macro perspective it is no exaggeration to say that we are all blind and deaf. If you have any intention please come to the Twilight Magic Tower after you graduate.”
After speaking Lorhorn smiled. It felt like something amazing had just passed by. Asher opened his mouth like a goldfish but could not find anything to say.
“What is that…Lorhorn?”
“Don’t neglect learning at Phileon. There is no better place for learning. “Then I’ll just go back.”
match! Lorhorn clapped his hands. Whoa! A strong wind suddenly blew and swept the surrounding area. His body was blown away by the wind like mist and disappeared.
“Your exit was spectacular.”
Ronan laughed as if he was shocked. Everything that happened just a moment ago felt like a dream. I also wondered if the existence of Lorhorn itself was an illusion.
However Lodolan who was still floating was letting them know that the place they were standing in was not a dream. Ronan who was quietly looking at the horizon lifted Evelyn up and carried her on his back. Now that the witch had been captured and Asher had been recovered there was nothing left to do.
“Then let’s go back soon.”
The party returned to Phileon without saying goodbye. Itargand gave them a ride. Asher who saw Itar Gand’s body for the first time in his right mind opened his mouth in shock.
“It’s so big…!”
“I can’t believe I’m just this surprised. “I will faint when I see Navardose in person.”
Even though he said that Ronan didn’t really feel it. After all it was something to live and see. She never thought she would ride on the back of that red dragon. If you had told this to his past life self he would never have believed it. Itargand said.
“When you arrive keep your promise Ronan. He teaches you how to be strong.”
“Okay let’s go.”
The flight lasted about two hours. The sunlight pouring down on his head was warm. The dark clouds that had been covering the sky had already disappeared. Ronan muttered quietly.
“It’s spring.”
I could see an island in the distance. The green light green color was spreading like paint all over the land where spring had returned. It was the color of the ground revealed by the melting snow.
