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Episode 299

It is not at a level that can be covered with the palm of your hand. The mana spring created by Aela and I was larger than the actual spring.

The fountain of black mana, spinning slowly, very slowly, was quite a strange sight. I felt the same sense of wonder as when looking at a celestial phenomenon.

Anyway, now is the time to start creating magic in earnest. I ordered Aela while holding her hand firmly.

“Join me in creating new magic, Aila. The magic that will rebuild your personality.”

The commands given through absolute obedience spells reflect my will. Suffice it to say, Aila will do her best to create magic in the best way she can.

Eila’s hands are shaking terribly. Ayla was trying her best to refuse. However, the power of the absolute obedience spell was literally absolute.

“I don’t like it… Ugh… I don’t like it…”

It’s a pitiful voice that makes me think I’m a villain. However, all of this is the karma caused by Eila herself.

I closed my eyes and concentrated. Eila also stopped whimpering and turned to me.

What I want is magic that breaks down a person’s personality and builds it back up again.

Aila’s magic resets the memory as material in the brain, and refills it with my magic.

So that even the soul stained with sin and hatred can start again from the beginning.

I opened my eyes to a strange sensation.

Everything around is still. Color disappeared from the world, leaving only black and white.

Neither Eila, who is holding my hand with a sweaty hand, nor Carmel, who is quietly placing her hand on my back, does not move at all. The sounds of birds in the forest and the leaves reflecting the sunlight had all stopped.

The only thing moving is me and the slowly spinning fountain of mana.

‘…Monaz didn’t tell me about this phenomenon…’

A phenomenon where time seems to have stopped. In other words, I could see it as a world in which only my personal sense of time had increased infinitely.

Apparently, according to Monaz’s explanation, the fountain of mana connects the layers of mana that flow inside an individual and the world as a whole.

So, is this a phenomenon that appears when the balance between the subjective world and the real world is disturbed? It would be nice if it was temporary.

It was that time. A sound came from somewhere. It was a moaning sound.

The groaning sound was coming from a well of black mana.

Hearing outside sounds may be a clue to escape from this frozen world. I moved closer to the Well of Mana.

The spinning black mana slowly peeled away, revealing something underneath. Below it, there was clear water like a real spring.

Something identical to me was there looking at me. Well, it’s not a surprising phenomenon. The surface of the water reflects the images it encounters like a mirror.

However, the figure on the water raised its hand and waved it in this direction, regardless of my movements.

I felt a chill for a moment, but I asked something.

“…Who are you?”

There is no answer. It’s dark so I can’t even see my face. However, the creepy feeling I felt when I first saw it had already disappeared.

I felt like I knew the identity of someone on the other side.

This is a mirror. A mirror connected to me. Someone who exists inside me. A being that doesn’t have enough self-consciousness left to speak or show its face, but it’s still there.

“Enekra.”

There was no answer. But somehow I felt like it was a nod.

I have come into contact with the remnants of magic left behind by Enekra and his alter egos on several occasions.

But what’s in front of me now is not that kind of fragment. I felt like she was still within me even after going through two previous lives.

Until now, I had never directly felt her presence within me. There is no sense of malice in that shape. Perhaps there is no longer enough self-consciousness to have such a thing.

So what is driving her now? Why do I exist here now with a consciousness that is fainter than the black tea that has been brewed a thousand times?

I couldn’t figure it out using a logical approach.

But that’s me. It’s a part of me.

So I could tell. Something vague was felt along with the shaking of the water.

Regret and sadness. It was too faint to even be called a feeling, it was almost like a breeze, but I could definitely feel it.

Enekra’s last remaining regret and sadness are directed towards his own mistakes.

It could be said that the mana of Aila and Carmel, which formed this well of mana, was the hatred itself created by Enekra himself.

I thought that contact with it might have awakened Enekra’s regret that was vaguely present deep within me.

The shadow in the water stretched out its arms towards me from within.

A finger emerges from a dark, ominous, abyss-like place. What looked like a black shadow was emitting a light green light as it left the surface of the water.

I also stretched out my arm toward that hand.

I wasn’t afraid. Because there is nothing more foolish than being afraid of yourself.

“It’s okay, Enekra. Because I am you.”

As I said that, I held on tightly to the light green hand.

At the same time, color spread throughout the surrounding world.

At that moment, a new spell was engraved in my mind.

* * *

“Wait a minute, Sarah…! Are you okay?”

“Umm… Yes?”

It feels very soft to the touch. When I opened my eyes, I was collapsed into Carmel’s arms.

“In the middle of the creation of the magic spell, he suddenly stumbled… Could it be that there was magic interference? If so, take action quickly…”

“No, I’m fine. I just went to another world for a moment… There probably won’t be any problems.”

I wanted to feel Carmel’s embrace a little more, but it wasn’t the time. I got up and opened the Book of Enekra.

“I will ask you to provide me with mana, mother.”

“Huh? Uh, then I guess…”

“Yes, it was successful. The creation of magic.”

Carmel was looking at me in disbelief as she placed her hand on my back. But if you watch quietly, you will find out.

I opened the Book of Enekra. I opened a blank page with nothing written on it and placed my hand on it.

If you are an average mage, there is no need to convert spells you have already learned somewhere else to use them. This is because the spell is already engraved within oneself.

However, in my case, I did not have enough horsepower to maintain the circuit. Therefore, I had no choice but to record it in the grimoire and use it.

Black mana seeps into the page like ink. Ancient languages and complex patterns were engraved several times.

The creation of magic was literally creation. It was closer to a discovery than an invention. All of these things were engraved in my mind in that one moment.

I feel Carmel’s eyes on my back. I can guess what kind of expression he is making. This is Carmel, who said that the creation of magic would never be possible. You’re probably gritting your teeth because your pride has been hurt again.

After recording the magic ceremony, I headed to Aila. Since the joint creation of magic was successful, the new spell should have already been learned by Aila.

“Aila.”

Hehe, Aila made a loud noise and covered herself. It seemed that Aila’s spirit had already broken to some extent after a week of fear of death.

“The Enekra within me helped me create this magic. The Enekra that you and the Black Mountain Society have always considered an object of faith.”

“I don’t like it, don’t do it, please don’t do it…”

It seemed like Aila wasn’t listening to what I was saying. I lowered my posture to be at eye level with Aila and continued speaking.

“Enekra was feeling sad while feeling your mana. To you, who has reached the end of the hatred that has lasted for so long. This may be very cruel, but I apologize. I’m sorry, Ayla.”

Aila has caused countless deaths. It is also in line with justice for Aela to die here.

However, Aela was also swallowed up by hatred, and may not have been inherently evil.

My apology was not to Serra, but to Enekra, the source of hatred and curse.

Of course, there is also a deeper source than that.

“Ah, ah…”

It is unknown whether that apology would have caused any change in Aila’s heart.

She just lay face down, clawing at the ground with both hands.

I stood up first and gave an order to Aela.

“Cast a spell with me, Aela.”

Aila stood up with a face wet with tears. He wasn’t saying anything he didn’t like anymore. He held my hand with his dirt-covered hand.

Before I could cast the spell, Aila started singing. The song that destroyed my mind was a very beautiful but sad melody at the same time.

Carmel’s magic flows from the hand that touches her back. I opened the grimoire and cast a new spell.

“Lunis Unira Caveria.”