The Grand Mage who transcends by returning Episode 318
Shabti.
As Seth said, it is the appearance of an old man.
To be more precise, it should be called a scholar-like atmosphere.
There was a strong feeling, but at the same time, I felt the impression that he was thoughtful.
However, the dark shade felt under the eyes darkened the basic impression a little.
tired and exhausted
‘Should I call him an apostle?’
No matter how tired you are, the strength you hold is extraordinary.
If it had been me before the regression, I would have felt quite threatened.
well not now
First of all, the Shabti of today is a being of the ‘past’.
He exists in the present, but his consciousness now belongs to this past.
Therefore, there will be no awareness that you are the guardian of the tomb. But when I think about it, it’s strange again.
‘The Guardians don’t even realize that this is an ordeal?’
All of the apostles I had encountered so far had the awareness that they were the ‘guardians’ of the tomb.
And that’s a natural thing.
If there is no guardian who can judge whether the challenger has passed the ordeal in a fair way, how can it be called a reasonable ordeal?
But right now, it seems that Shabti has awareness as an apostle, but not as a ‘guardian’ of the tomb.
‘In other words, even Shabti became part of this ordeal.’
Not good.
At least it was clear that it was far from the ‘ideal situation’ I thought. At least this ordeal is by no means common.
And what’s not common is that you shouldn’t approach the ordeal in the same way as before.
‘…Can’t you?’
Come to think of it, it’s an approach, and I think I can just break it all down… ….
…no.
Be patient, the Walpurgis inside me.
Violence is not the best
That people sometimes need to approach someone with their heart. In particular, violence is a word that is quite far from me as a warrior.
Yes, even if the blood of Walpurgis is bad, you must not be swallowed up by it.
Violence only creates violence.
I will break the cycle of pain.
First of all, the first impression is important for a desirable relationship between people.
I greeted Shabti after drawing a short sign of the cross from the forehead to the chin as per the etiquette of the Shinhwa Age.
“I am….”
Wow!
However, before my introduction was over, something flew towards me at a threatening speed.
An authority imbued with the power of an apostle.
It came into shape and attacked me.
what of course
‘There’s nothing I can’t stop.’
I simply knocked out that power.
Shabti who saw this must have been a completely unexpected result and widened her eyes with a shocked expression.
“What…!”
“They didn’t even greet me, and as soon as I saw them, they started attacking and watching….”
Of course, it’s not like I don’t know why Shabti is so hostile to me.
‘I did look a bit like Solomon.’
And Solomon is a being born of a demon.
Shabti, who has served Asar faithfully, must be wary of her appearance.
yes i understand
“I understand, but….”
“What is it?”
“It’s getting a little messy.”
“…what?”
Even before Shabti reacted.
Pooh!
“Huh?!”
My staff hit him on the head with lightning speed.
* * *
The first realization of the day.
Hitting an apostle on the head is better than I thought.
…hmm.
[No,]
said Set, looking at me with a puzzled expression.
[No matter how, there is a reasonable reason to be hostile to you over there, but I just hit it?]
“Seth, do you have a good reason for pretending to be a caterpillar in the past?”
[…] ….]
“If you give me a reasonable explanation for that, I can give you a reasonable explanation as well.”
[…] …uh no Well, I mean, at this time, I was mentally weak, and I was defeated by countless trials, so I could say that my sense of self-defeating was embodied in the form of a caterpillar. He was punishing himself with the thought of paying the price for abandoning his duty as an apostle… ….]
“Yes, yes. great job.”
I gave a rough answer to Seth’s excuses as he defended himself with all his might, then looked down.
“Uh uh….”
Shabti was rolling on the floor.
…hmm.
Why did this happen?
– For whatever reason, isn’t it just because you couldn’t control the blood?
Then, Weiss, who had been silent until now, opened her mouth slightly.
– All right Contractor. You just have to break the head of a person who can break the head and hit it.
…hmm.
It’s Wise who really doesn’t even think about hiding his emotions lately.
I can only guess why.
Anyway.
“You know that an apostle won’t die with a broken head, so get up. What is that disfigured?”
“….”
“What if I don’t wake up…As a test, swing one more time just… …!”
“It happened! Woke up!”
Shabti gasped to her feet.
Set sighed at the sight and quietly covered his face.
[Ah ah… ….]
‘Once the existence of the set seems to be unaware.’
It seems that in the process of becoming a part of the ordeal, I lost sight of ‘reality’ fully… ….
Why on earth was an existence of the size of an apostle devoured by the ordeal?
don’t know that
The information before the regression is now clear about its limitations.
Considering that this was not in the information shared by the Round Table, this should probably be regarded as an unexpected situation.
‘…A demon was involved?’
The first thought that came to my mind was if the demon was involved and twisted the ordeal itself.
But that very thought was erased.
If it was a demon god, there is a high possibility that this ‘grave’ itself would have evaporated.
Then what’s left.
‘Solomon.’
It is highly likely that the founder was involved in this abnormal situation of the current ordeal.
why? I do not know.
how? I do not know.
I watched Weiss quietly.
Weiss seemed unwilling to say anything yet.
If so, don’t bother asking.
It’s a hunch, but soon he will answer my questions.
The reason he doesn’t talk is because now is not the time.
I turned my gaze back to Shabti.
Shabti is completely unaware of this situation.
But he’s a guardian.
No matter how great my ancestor Solomon is, is it possible to dare to forcibly assimilate the guardian to the ordeal in the ‘tomb’?
No, that’s hard for me now too.
It would have been even more so if it was a sijo whose limits were clear enough to admit that it was a demigod.
Then there is only one conclusion.
‘I don’t know exactly what it was, but Solomon suggested something and Shabti accepted the offer.’
If so, Solomon’s proposal must have been reasonable and reasonable enough for Shabti to accept it.
It must have been worth it.
And maybe that ‘value’ is… ….
‘Divine slaughter.’
The study that Solomon was so obsessed with until his death.
It must have something to do with it.
* * *
Shabti felt indescribable misery now.
‘Damn it.’
Originally, he would have built up a wall with swearing, but now he couldn’t control his boiling emotions.
He was now bound.
I don’t know what the hell he used, but the power that bound him was so strong and tenacious that he couldn’t be released with the apostle’s power.
What a barbaric response!
So I tried.
“What do you see?”
“Oh no, just a little….”
And quietly, I closed my eyes again.
Because of those damn red eyes. It’s like looking at an abomination, no… ….
‘…Solomon.’
The moment I remembered the name, my burning heart sank.
A person who cannot coexist with the Round Table.
At the same time, a heretic who joined the will of the great Asar despite having the blood of an ominous man.
“So you….”
“Mutual respect.”
“you….”
“Mutual respect.”
Red eyes resembling Solomon’s stared at him silently.
“…So who are you?”
Eventually he said so.
It is not right to be recklessly hostile unless you can see through the identity of the opponent.
Before… …It was just because I was a little emotional.
…yeah let’s put it like that
‘Uh um… ….’
Anyway, one thing is clear.
The author is not Solomon.
The existence of Solomon is truly the embodiment of refined reason.
The reason why Shabti doesn’t trust him is not because of his personality.
He was wary of fragments of evil spirits that even he himself could not have recognized.
But the interest… ….
‘Madness.’
There is nothing more to explain than that.
But the funny thing is that there is no denial in that madness.
Even though he was crazy, he was really crazy.
Shabti did not know how to define such a being.
In the first place, it would not be an exaggeration to say that if the apostle himself was an unmeasurable being, his status already reached the ranks of a god.
Currently, with the death of Asar and the expulsion of evil spirits, there is only one god left in this world.
Hekaw.
A piece of hope that Asar left behind in case of an unexpected situation.
I don’t know of any other ‘gods’.
No, rather than not knowing, it would be more accurate to say that it could not exist.
If so, who is the interest rate?
Who can’t exist?
sticky.
“…Kut.”
Thinking that far, Shabti frowned involuntarily.
but soon forgotten
And I would have even forgotten about that fact.
…if it’s normal
“Hmm, do you have a headache?”
is this kid?
I was furious that the person who hit me on the head was saying this, so I secretly glared at the assailant… ….
“I’m fine… ….”
Finally, I quietly closed my eyes.
It was because the red staff was too scared to keep staring.
“….”
An indescribable silence lingered between the two for a while.
And it was the assailant who broke the silence and opened his mouth.
“I said who am I?”
“…!”
The body of that monster.
It’s obvious, but it’s a fact that I’ve been curious about before.
What on earth is this strange man, and why does he have a similar appearance to Solomon?
In addition, the power it holds is infinitely beyond human standards.
It was clear that even as an apostle himself, he was an existence that could not be helped.
he answered cautiously.
“…That’s right.”
At those words, a smile came to the corner of the assailant’s lips.
It was as if she had been waiting for Shabti’s words.
“I don’t intend to go into detail, but for now, hmm….”
“….”
What to say.
He didn’t like this sudden rude visitor, but somehow he didn’t want to be more hostile than necessary.
So I waited for the next word.
And his mouth was opened.
“Let’s just be a mediator.”
Shabti stuttered and asked with a slightly perplexed expression.
“Mediator?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
you’re a mediator
What do you mean by mediating? What on earth did you, an apostle, do with… ….
“Didn’t you just think of something like that?”
“That is….”
As if he had read his thoughts, he stuttered involuntarily.
The monster opened his mouth again.
Without reaping the smile that contained a strange light that could not be guessed.
“Solomon.”
“…!”
At those words, Shabti’s eyes widened.
