episode_0503

As the dragon’s anger shoots out, the black dragon that was rampaging in the sky retreats far back.

Damage clearly existed.

No matter how strong the dragon’s scales are, what was shot this time was the dragon’s breath that erases everything in front of the world. How can a black dragon remain unharmed in the face of attacks from other dragon species?

However, the damage from the dragon that was visible on the outside soon disappeared.

The power of the void. The power of the evil spirit within the barrier erased the wound. When Caria saw that, she frowned without realizing it.

“I’m pissed. This scroll is expensive and hard to find.”

“Did you really think that the judge sent by God would fall with just a few tricks!”

Seeing Caria’s irritation, the Void Apostle made a laughing voice, but Caria responded calmly.

“Of course not. If it was going to be resolved like this, I wouldn’t have even come here?”

“There is no point in forcing yourself to act calm! In the end, everything will succumb to the void!”

“Noisy. You’re as tall as me. Even if you don’t scream like that, I know what you’re thinking, so will you please shut up?”

Caria responded easily to the frantic voice and took out another scroll.

If it’s physically impossible to kill them, we should at least buy them time. Since it’s an opponent, I won’t be able to last very long, but it’ll be enough to embarrass those guys.

The moment Karia tore the scroll, numerous chains flew out of the air and bound the dragon’s limbs.

Chains made by mixing the dragon’s blood and bones become a curse and bind the dragon’s limbs.

Perhaps because the scroll is a bit old, the performance is ambiguous. I won’t be able to hold out for long.

what. doesn’t care. There are still a lot of scrolls left.

“Stop that bitch!”

At the sight of Karia taking out another scroll, the followers of the Void change into different forms and rush towards them, but Yuden blocks their path.

The sword wielded by the Sword Saint cuts off the legs of his followers and forces them to stop walking.

“Do you think you can stop us like that!?”

Yuden, who saw that his attack had not happened, slightly raised his eyebrows.

It’s slowed down.

It’s noticeably slower than before.

That guy’s power is weaker than before.

but. That guy is, after all, an agent of evil spirits.

You can’t do anything without the evil spirit giving you strength.

But the owner of that trash is currently doing countless things inside here.

We need to give strength to those fighting near the hole in the barrier.

We also need to invest effort in dealing with dragons.

He’s probably helping out with the commotion that’s happening here and there on the Academy grounds.

Above all, the energy heading underground is enormous.

Cracks are forming.

Cracks are appearing in the work that was being done based on the enormous power emanating from the magic circle.

Now all we need is a few variables.

If one more variable arises, everything will fall apart!

*

“What do you do when you’re not sitting down?”

Arthur’s eyes slightly strengthened when he saw his mother smiling while holding up her teacup.

The little boy who claimed to be a sculptor of sijo called this place an ordeal.

So then, what is in front of me to test?

At the moment when Arthur has doubts, something appears beneath his vision.

The face of a dead woman full of pain.

He died with everything inside him vomited out. This person died in such a terrible way that even if I wanted to say good things, I couldn’t.

This is my mother when she died. My mother is over there.

“Arthur?”

Arthur raised his head when he heard his mother’s voice calling him again and saw another mother standing behind her holding a teacup.

The mother was stuffed with her throat pierced by an arrow shot by someone.

My mother never died like that. no. In the first place, there are no enemies aimed at weapons as dangerous as a bow.

Because the places he wandered around were extremely limited.

Then what is that?

Arthur thought for a moment and soon realized what that body was.

That was his nightmare.

One of his nightmares, to be exact.

Not long after his mother’s death, when Arthur could not sleep even an hour a day because he was blaming himself, he saw his mother dying in various ways in his dreams.

Arthur notices him and before long, a hand is placed on his shoulder.

Arthur carefully turned his head, and when he saw the woman’s withered hand, he was frightened and took a step back.

As a result, Mira, who has no place to lean on, falls to the floor. As soon as the mummy, unable to withstand the impact, falls apart, a bloody smell seeps into the corner of his nose.

Arthur turned his head following the smell and found a corpse stuck in a tree and bleeding.

“Can’t you hear me?”

As death and death and death and death continued, Arthur understood why the little boy who claimed to be a piece of the founder had told him to hold on.

Every time I see a corpse, the emotions that Arthur felt in his nightmares as a child come flooding back.

Fear.

Blame yourself.

Sadness.

The futility.

Resignation.

Resentment.

Longing.

continue.

continue.

continue.

Dig into his head.

Arthur, whose legs are weak, is about to fall out and grabs the arms of the corpses lined up on the floor.

I hear a voice.

Words of resentment are heard.

I can hear the hatred towards that being. In the face of accusations that his very birth was a sin, Arthur was unable to utter a rebuttal.

He is no longer confident in front of his friends. The man who persevered and spoke his mind despite all kinds of teasing is no longer here.

The Arthur here was just him when he was young and tender.

A little boy who lost his mother and found no reason to live, so he would rather die.

“Can’t you hear me?”

Raise both hands and cover your ears. Just like I did when I was a child, covering myself with a blanket to ignore the sounds around me.

“Arthur. my son Are you okay?”

Nevertheless, Arthur, who was growing tired of the voice piercing his ears and increasing his strength, suddenly noticed something strange and raised his head.

A mother standing alone among countless corpses.

The person who spoke to him for the first time and who, even in this nightmare, stood still and looked at him with genuine concern.

She is the only one who has a sane appearance in a world full of death.

Maintaining peace in a place that seeks to break a person’s spirit.

“What am I so afraid of?”

After hearing the voice trying to soothe the child, Arthur looked at his mother’s still, breathing face.

When I think about it rationally, this mother’s existence is strange.

How can there be support in an ordeal that is meant to break one’s spirit?

No matter how much I think about it, this doesn’t make sense.

It’s a trap.

That’s definitely a trap.

“Why don’t you tell this mother?”

But what does that matter?

Just because it’s a trap doesn’t mean your mother’s warmth disappears.

If I hold that person’s hand, the countless emotions swirling in my head might disappear.

I don’t know if I can escape the pain I’ve been through so far.

How?

“Are you scared? It’s okay. Arthur. Don’t worry. You don’t blame me.”

Arthur, who was trying to hold out his hand following his mother’s soft voice, suddenly stiffens.

His mother tilted her head as if she didn’t understand what Arthur looked like as a statue, but Arthur only laughed and withdrew her hand.

“Thank you. Thanks to you, I remembered something from the past.”

“Arthur? Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

“As others have said, my mother was just a lucky person who became queen.”

A nameless nobleman who only became queen at the whim of the king.

A fool who hasn’t even received a proper education.

That was Arthur’s mother.

After entering the royal palace, she was belatedly forced to learn various cultural skills, but that did not mean that the innocence she had accumulated over the decades disappeared.

Arthur’s mother was a naive person, in both a good and bad sense, until the moment she died.

“It is only my opinion and inference that my mother died because of me.”

Arthur doesn’t think his reasoning will be wrong.

Since he was visible, it must be clear that the person who was supposed to support him died. Otherwise, there would be no reason for his mother to die.

“It’s not your mother’s reasoning. I wonder if it would be a good idea to say this as a child. My mother did not have the ability to make such inferences.”

However, whether his mother can make this inference is a separate question.

Arthur thought his mother wouldn’t have known anything.

He was a person who did not understand the insidious nature of the palace, so he only smiled even when he was faced with all kinds of difficult situations.

He probably never even thought that someone would kill him.

That it would be related to his child.

“You too were a nightmare I created.”

His mother, the merciful mother whom Arthur thought was the most painful, nodded and took a step back.

Upon seeing him, Arthur let out a long sigh and stood up.

The sounds coming from around me are still terrible.

The smell is also disgusting enough to make you feel nauseous.

The countless emotions rushing within me still remain.

But now it’s worth holding on to.

Because I remembered a very old memory that I had forgotten, I realized that it was all fake.

Because I realized that all that self-blame cannot be atonement.

‘Are you sorry? why? Arthur. It’s because of you that I became like this? What does that mean?’

‘is it? I’m not sure? Even if what you said is true, there is no need to apologize. This mom has a lot to apologize to you too! Maybe I ate a few more cookies. I drooled over a book. ‘I spilled some ink.’

‘You knew everything!? But you don’t even care!? As expected, Arthur! My son! ‘He’s so very kind!’

‘Umm. If you’re really sorry, let’s do it this way. Arthur becomes incredibly happy! Then this mother will be incredibly happy too!’

‘Why does it happen like that? A child’s happiness is a parent’s happiness! I can’t even understand this obvious thing! Our Arthur is still a little boy!’

‘got it? Are you going to be happy?! ‘Is that what you promised?!’

After making sure there is no one around to nag. His mother bent her knees, made eye contact with Arthur, and stuck out her little finger with a bright smile that had no trace of dignity.

And Arthur promised to put his little finger on his mother’s little finger.

To be happy.

However, that promise was never fulfilled even for a single day.

The day I made my promise. Because his mother lost her life.

“Lucy Alln deserved to treat me like a fool. I forgot such an important promise.”

The moment Arthur puts his countless emotions behind him and smiles bitterly, the scenery around him collapses and a brightly shining magic circle appears in front of him.

A magic circle created by Archmage Erginus.

A magic passed down through Soladin’s blood.

When Arthur saw that, he wondered what that magic circle was.

How should I deal with that?

And we all understood why Lucy Alln had brought us here.

When Arthur extends his hand to the magic circle, the magic circle responds.