Magician Marigold

All the pieces fell into place.

Kugugugugugung-!

Surrounded by terrifying Magic Power, Marigold truly seemed poised to bring about the end of the world.

But now, he wasn’t afraid. He knew he was the master of this dream. He knew this was a succubus phenomenon.

‘What unimplemented data was there among the knight’s skills?’

Lancel thought for a moment, then drew his sword.

Soon, a quiet smile graced his lips.

‘For the first time, thank you, Sister.’

He saw a way.

“Lancel Dante.”

Lancel returned the sword to its scabbard. He took a stance for drawing the sword, staring at Marigold with clear eyes.

The Dark orb that had been hovering in Marigold’s palm slowly rose into the sky. It floated slowly towards Lancel.

“This is the end.”

Towards the Dark orb that was lifting the very earth as it flew.

Lancel slowly drew his sword.

Neither slow nor fast, it cut across the void.

“Sorry, Mary. This is a ridiculously overpowered skill.”

Following the path of the sword, all space was divided in half.

Dirt, gravel, light, air, sky, Magic, even Marigold, all split in two and slid apart.

In reality, it was a cheat skill for developers, an unimplemented data that was to be introduced in a limited way to players who had achieved over 90% of the ending, ‘Spatial Slash’.

From the moment this was possible, not only could no being close to God withstand Lancel, but even if God stood before him, they could not overcome him.

It would cut anything that existed. That was how the skill was designed.

Marigold’s eyes widened.

“…Lan…cel Dante…?”

“It’s time to go back, Mary.”

The world shattered.

He woke from the long dream.

30.

“…….”

The full moon was visible outside the window.

Lancel lay still, staring at it for a long time. He couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he had woken from a dream.

His whole body was covered in bandages. He felt pain in various places whenever he breathed. It was clear that he was seriously injured.

He didn’t know how he had ended up like this. It was as if there was a large blank space in his memory, and he couldn’t remember anything.

‘Probably one of those things, like a war or a rebellion.’

Suddenly, he felt a heavy weight on his waist and looked down. Lancel met a familiar face there.

“Mary.”

He saw Marigold, fast asleep with the crown of her head pressed against his side.

A very small sprout was growing from her head.

It was hard to imagine that she had been the terrifying being from just now, surpassing the Archmage and entering the realm of the Transcendent.

“You’re weak.”

The Magic Power emanating from her body was at most between the 4th and 5th Circle.

“Hey, how are you going to become an Archmage like that?”

The transcendent being of the 12th Circle he had seen in the dream had vanished like a midsummer night’s dream, leaving behind only the ordinary magician Marigold.

Feeling mischievous, he pinched the sleeping girl’s nose. Her face turned red, and she began to breathe through her mouth with a ‘Puh!’

“You little succubus.”

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—Playtime: 9 years, 364 days, 20 hours, 45 minutes.

—Caring for him is hard work, but I am grateful that Lancel Dante is still alive. However, seeing his health worsen day by day, I know that this moment will not last forever.

※Marigold simply wishes for time to stop like this. Her intense desire affects the dreams of the sleeping Lancel Dante. The two spend time there that they never want to wake up from. Sensibility, Magic Power, and Sexiness UP! Stamina and Condition Down.

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‘It’s been a while since I’ve seen this.’

Lancel seemed to be glad to see this system notification.

Perhaps it was because it reminded him that he was in reality.

“Hey, Mary.”

He carefully removed the sprout from her head with his hand.

“Umm…”

Marigold blinked and slowly woke up. She yawned widely.

“Haaah.”

It was definitely Marigold. The same clumsy, loose, and foolish Marigold.

“Umm… Lancel Dante?”

“Drool.”

“Ssuup.”

She hurriedly wiped her mouth.

“Why aren’t you sleeping in bed?”

“I dozed off…”

“How long have you been asleep?”

“Um, about an hour or two.”

Marigold answered groggily and reflexively picked up a nearby towel. She began to wipe every corner of Lancel’s body.

It was a familiar movement, as if she had been doing it for a long time. Lancel realized from that alone that his life in the sickbed had been quite long.

After carefully wiping away the sweat with the wet towel, she began to stretch stiffly.

“Kkeueueung. Haaa.”

Her gaze was somewhat blank. As if she hadn’t fully woken up yet.

“…I think I had a dream.”

“A nightmare?”

“No. Not a nightmare…”

“Then what kind of dream was it?”

“What kind of dream was it…”

Marigold thought for a moment, then narrowed her brows.

“Umm, what kind of dream was it…”

Lancel quietly brushed the untidy hair away from her face. He belatedly realized what he had done and withdrew his hand. The habit left behind by their married life in the dream had unconsciously emerged.

“Hehehe.”

Twenty-four-year-old Marigold giggled foolishly.

‘Is this the last appearance of this iteration?’

Her wish for this time to last forever would soon be shattered.

Because the time remaining until the 10-year playtime was filled was now only a few hours.

“Ah.”

Marigold’s mouth opened.

“Something about Lancel Dante appearing, and me being there… something about holding arms… getting married?”

“Who said anything about getting married?”

“Sleeping in the same bed.”

“…….”

A faint smile spread across her face.

“It was a really good dream… I think.”

“That’s good then.”

Lancel replied and once again ruffled her hair haphazardly.

Looking back, it was a really insignificant iteration. Just a slightly long dream.

Yes.

An insignificant iteration.

“It’s almost dinner, is there anything you want to eat?”

“…….”

Without hesitation, Lancel thought of something. If he could have any food in the world at the last moment, it had already been decided.

“Sandwich.”

Marigold smiled at Lancel’s answer.

“You really like those.”

That’s how 10 years passed.

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[Playtime: 10 years, 0 days]

—Marigold has turned 25 years old.

—No marriage partner.

—Achievements have been made.

▶7th Circle Magician +300 points.

▷Top of the Academy +50 points.

▶Bloodline Awakening (High Elf) +200 points.

▷World Tree Seed +50 points.

—Total score: 650 points. (Points remaining until the 2nd Memory Inheritance: 1250/1500 points)

[Extra Ending 3. World Tree Marigold]

—The ending has been added to the ‘Album of Memories’.

—Opening the album.

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The great magician Marigold.

She was buried next to the land where she had a long-standing connection.

After spending the last 11 years in loneliness, she has finally found peace.

10 years.

100 years.

1000 years.

On this land, where countless empires have fallen and risen again countless times.

Marigold’s seed finally sprouts.

When the vigorously rising stem reaches the top of the sky.

People will once again face the master of this land.

Oh, great Earthmother.

World Tree Marigold.

Be eternal.

[World Tree Marigold – fin]

—Would you like to restart the game?

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“Now you’re not even human, Marigold…”

An extra ending that was no different from an Easter egg in the game. To go that far.

Lancel couldn’t help but be amazed. How could he not be dumbfounded when he had stubbornly seen something even harder to see than the regular ending?

Honestly, Lancel had never seen an extra ending even in the game. Of course, he didn’t expect this to happen.

He thought from the beginning that this iteration was not normal. He didn’t expect it to end like this.

Lancel, who was staring at the ending screen with a dumbfounded expression, widened his eyes again. The screen that appeared immediately was the cause.

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—Congratulations. The game guide for Fallen Noble Lady Simulation has been successfully installed. From now on, when you discover achievements and endings that can be achieved, a notification will be sent to the ‘Player’!

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“Oh, crap.”

Lancel jumped up from his seat.

The members of the family who were celebrating Lancel Dante’s eighteenth birthday around him were looking at him with strange eyes.

‘The game guide is here?’

An unusual presence appeared before his eyes.

‘This is… a modification program?’

It was one of the programs that circulated among users because his sister’s ‘Fallen Noble Lady Simulation’ was an incredibly difficult game.

Yes, in a word, it was a mod. A guide program to help make endings and achievements easier to obtain.

It wasn’t quite a cheat, but it was definitely a convenient tool just to have.

Of course, he couldn’t be sure until he saw it working directly.

“No. No. I’m just going to clear my head this iteration. I’m going to quietly take a vacation on the archipelago…”

Lancel quickly tried to erase that presence from his mind.

‘This iteration is a vacation. This iteration is a vacation.’

Lancel had already decided that when he was organizing the last iteration.

His heart was already full of thoughts of the archipelago.

Yes. Right now.

“No one can stop my vacation.”

Lancel shook off his complicated thoughts and prepared for his trip. To the island of dreams, the archipelago.

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Kuuuuuung-!

And the ship Lancel was on sank in a storm.

“Hey. Are you awake?”

Slap.

Slap.

When he opened his eyes, a familiar face was rhythmically slapping his cheek.

“…….”

“Are you alive?”

Slap.

“It hurts.”

“Oh, you’re alive.”

Wouldn’t this be fate at this point?

Lancel stared at the emblem on her epaulette.

-Imperial Maritime Guard.

‘Navy…?’

[Magician Marigold – End]

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