novelraw Chapter 130 : Chapter 130
Chapter 130 : Chapter 130
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The story that should have unfolded in the future is as follows.
The individual named Grand General appears and immediately turns the Akarind Territory into ruins.
His appearance was at the training ground of the Akarind Academy's new building, and a large number of students who were training at the time were massacred.
It was a time when information about demons hadn't spread widely yet.
Giant-Block.
And even unidentified demons.
It was when rumors circulated that some bizarre monsters appeared, and numerous soldiers and knights visited the Belmein Kingdom to kill those monsters.
Students and villagers who thought it was a story from a distant place were massacred meaninglessly.
And in front of them.
A novice swordsman who had realized mana while frequenting Berlis's lab, which had disappeared a few months ago, stood blocking the way with a sword.
And he swings his sword, demonstrating something called Aura for the first time.
That sword grazes the Grand General's core.
The demon howled and disappeared.
What remained was a white-haired corpse that had burned all its life away.
And one swordsman who hid and watched him.
The student who shed tears of blood chased his master's sword all his life and reached the stage of Sword Master.
However, that disappeared as a divergence point that would not come in this world.
A new future began to fill the place where one future disappeared.
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[I sent people as soon as I obtained the elixir, but I don't know how useful it will be. Didn't you say even the one who would become a Saint couldn't heal them? It would be better to just contact the Holy Kingdom.]
“At a time like this, we have to be most careful of the Holy Kingdom. They are the ones acting most aggressively since the demons appeared.”
Rozalin crumpled her face.
Before regression.
The Holy Kingdom regarded the Belmein Kingdom, where demons appeared, as heretical.
Early demons all appeared only in the Belmein Kingdom, so the Holy Kingdom assumed there was a Necromancer of the 6th-circle or higher summoning demons in the Belmein Kingdom.
Inquisitors were dispatched throughout the territory, and countless civilians were massacred without guilt.
They were probably preparing something similar even now.
“It's just that we couldn't respond properly because the demons appeared quickly. Besides, we handled it all internally.”
[Calling the Saint. Didn't she visit the academy once before?]
“That auntie is the biggest problem.”
Ganemia left Berlis a warning that next time wouldn't be like this.
One arm of that Berlis was done for like the past Rozalin, and all her summons had evaporated.
Fanatics who consider good and evil as absolutes would surely think, "Right, this is a God-given opportunity," and display Berlis's severed head.
I wonder what expression they would make if they knew it was Yuria whom Berlis saved.
[Politics is difficult here and there. So, still no contact from The Spear God?]
“He must be busy disposing of the demon with our mercenary members. We have to wait four more days.”
[It's hard to get even one of those damn Fantasies. Personally, I wish I could have it to block Avril's attack.]
“Are you crazy? The Anti-Magic Fantasy is ours. We have to give it to Teacher.”
[I heard that if he activates it, Ulf's curse will be blocked and his health will be ruined.]
“If we find a way somehow…… No fuck, didn't you recall all the spies on our side? Why do you know the situation here inside out?”
[Collecting and analyzing rumors from students and merchants is much more convenient than keeping spies. And it doesn't raise suspicion.]
“Dammit, I need to keep the kids in check.”
At Abrahal's words, Rozalin ground her teeth.
It wasn't a problem to view simply.
Abrahal was certainly sensitive to information and had strong analytical skills and intuition, but he wasn't the only person like that in this world.
They were blocking information from countries all over the world, including the Holy Kingdom, but it was troublesome if trivial information leaked out from everywhere like this.
Beyond the scroll, Abrahal shrugged his shoulders as if asking what the problem was.
[Consider it the price for the elixir. Besides that, I badgered the alchemists and included a couple of Philosopher's Stones. Please pray for Teacher Cassian's good recovery. I have no desire to see something like a Bone-Cassian.]
“Fuck, are you calling that a joke…….”
Click, the communication cut off.
At that moment, the scroll disappeared into thin air with golden sparks.
Only Rozalin growled, baring her teeth, unable to swallow her anger.
“Bone Ca, what? This fucker…… Should I go to the Empire and do some sword dancing on Avril's side?”
She could tolerate cursing her parents, but she couldn't tolerate cursing Teacher Cassian.
It wasn't even like he was wishing for his death.
Rozalin panted, huff, huff, swallowing her anger.
She couldn't carry this emotion as is to the place she was going from now on.
She left the barracks used as her temporary lodging and moved to another barrack.
“You came.”
There, a somewhat older-looking Ulf was waiting for her.
Her hair had faded to pure white, and instead of the white coat she usually wore stylishly, she wore something like an old brown robe.
Faint wrinkles were visible on her face, and even at a glance, she looked over forty.
It was a clone Ulf created after urgently recovering mana with artifacts and potions after exhausting all her energy.
The clone's ability was merely at the 3rd-circle, but it was enough to prolong the lives of the sick using medicinal herbs and various spells.
“How is Teacher's condition?”
“Still not good.”
It was exactly just prolongation.
Even if her 6th-circle main body came, it was difficult to save them.
Even prolongation was an art requiring at least the 5th-circle.
However, there was a Fantasy making this possible.
“It consumes mana filthily.”
The black Fantasy attached to Ulf's staff.
It was General.
The individual named Lore-Killer, or General's Fantasy, was a buff-type Fantasy maximizing the caster's ability.
It was also the effect of General that a 3rd-circle level clone could barely maintain lives.
“Damn it, Yuria needs to wake up quickly.”
“Holy power is flowing continuously.”
The reason they were maintaining the lives of the seriously injured was because there was hope.
It was the existence of Yuria.
Even now, Yuria was emitting a faint light and endlessly accepting the divine power of the world.
Originally, a Saint is a priest loved by God and chosen.
Even though she might not receive full love as the current Saint is alive, Yuria received love befitting the position of High Priestess.
Although she lost consciousness, holy power would endlessly heal Yuria's body and soothe her mind.
And finally, when she wakes up, everyone will receive God's blessing and recover.
But they couldn't just blindly wait for that time.
“It will be a fight against time.”
“……Old hag, when do you have to go?”
“Four days at most. The Wolf King is impatient.”
After demons started appearing, Ulf's movement was restricted.
It was because the Wolf King, who had been gathering strength until now, started moving in earnest.
Only the first three demons appeared in the Belmein Kingdom; most of the rest appeared encompassing the whole world, including the Empire, the forest, and the northern desert regions.
Instead of giving up the first three demons, the Wolf King focused on unifying the Great Forest.
Now most tribes were subjugated.
Demons appeared, and every living person felt that energy.
It wasn't difficult to gather people's will into one.
“Will you be fighting on that side now, old hag?”
“Whether I like him or hate him, he's my younger brother. I have to assist him.”
Deep remorse appeared on Ulf's face.
It wasn't that she disliked the Wolf King.
The Wolf King, who surpassed the Geis and acquired new power, could seize victory even fighting against the Imperial Knights.
Demons appearing in the Great Forest territory would disappear the moment they appeared.
Just like Akarind Academy.
But she wouldn't be able to feel the unique affection she felt at this academy.
Forever.
“It was quite fun.”
The weight of time was felt in Ulf's appearance reciting with an old face, not the usual face that looked like it was in its 20s.
It was her sincerity.
Wandering here and there acting like a late-blooming graduate student at Akarind Academy was a more interesting experience than she thought.
She learned magic alone, and while reaching the 6th-circle, she couldn't share any human interaction.
Her teacher was great nature, her companions were spirits, and the surrounding tribesmen were subordinates to rule.
She felt the concept of a fellow student for the first time.
“Give this to Cassian when he wakes up later.”
A book came out from her bosom.
The cover was tree bark, and thin plant stems were woven on the spine.
It was a book embodying freshness as is, as if made not long ago.
“It's a compilation of enlightenment gained from the Imperial Library, so it will help complete the sword.”
“Got it.”
Rozalin took the book without arguing.
She didn't weigh the probability of saying she would give it if he wakes up or anything like that.
Because he had to wake up.
She intended to use any method for that.
“Can't you enter Teacher or Yuria's dream and pull them out like last time?”
“Impossible. Even now, I am producing maximum output with minimum mana. To do such a thing, I need at least 5th-circle level mana.”
“Then it would work if I assist~.”
At that time, a voice with a somewhat dispirited tone abruptly cut into the conversation between the two.
When the two looked at the entrance, Berlis was standing there with a silly smile.
“Souls and dreams. Those are things a Necromancer does better than anyone~?”
“…….”
Rozalin sighed.
As she said, the fact that she would handle dreams and souls well was self-evident.
But no matter what, there couldn't be a person who would entrust their body to a Necromancer in their right mind.
……No, honestly speaking, she was a bit conflicted.
Because in a situation where neither time nor circumstances were good, that was the only thing she could trust.
But Rozalin endured it with superhuman patience in the end.
“No. Let's wait a little longer.”
But there was a person in the world who didn't have as much patience as Rozalin.
“I will go in.”
“Hey?! If you say that, what do I become?!”
“But you said going in is the right thing. Then I will go in.”
It was Pan.
Due to the rebound of the spell, he moved creakily with bandages wrapped here and there on his unsound body, but he still regained consciousness quite quickly.
It was also thanks to Ulf, the caster of the spell, sharing the rebound, and recovering faster as the caster treated the aftereffects herself.
“It's rescuing Teacher. Then it's right for me to go in. Since I'm the top disciple.”
Pan said with eyes full of determination.
And Rozalin, scratched by that 'top disciple' remark, growled with a hardened expression.
“It's me, you know?”
“Yes?”
“I met Teacher one year earlier than you, you know?”
“Ah…… Yes.”
“I reached Adept first too, you know? Don't get cocky.”
Can't that damn top disciple title be shared by a few recognized people instead of just one appointed person?
Pan thought that, but he had enough tact not to voice that thought.
Of course, if he had proper tact, he wouldn't have brought up the story about top disciple itself at all.
“I'll go, I'm going, fuck.”
Rozalin spat out curses like that and looked at Berlis.
She was scratched by the word top disciple, but there was also a sense of duty to protect the dark history of the teacher she cherished, which she saw in the past last time.
Berlis's eyes curved thinly.
“Good. Then have a safe trip.”
“?”
Right away without preparation or anything?
Rozalin wanted to say that, but before she knew it, her consciousness was fading far away.
This crazy…….
When she couldn't even finish that curse properly.
Her body slumped to the floor.