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Episode 218. Weakness (2)
Right cry part.
He, the former head of the Kraipart family, and his son, Oben, the current head of the family, could not be said to have a strong father-son relationship, but like other nobles, they had a father-son relationship that was not at odds.
The two of them began to fall out of sync after he married Milena, a sorcerer from the 'Northern Continent', the home of the barbarians.
'There is no imperial person who does not know this.'
Hemmel, one of the three colors, the 'Imperial Magician' representing the Imperial Family, and also known as 'Blue', showed a look of discomfort and turned his gaze to the large man sitting in his seat.
Right cry part.
He, the former head of the knightly family 'Clan Cryphat', came to see me, the current 'Imperial Magician'.
He knew the reason in general. Nevertheless, Hemmel asked to see what was right.
“Right Elder, what brings you here?”
Knights and wizards do not get along well.
In fact, it is nothing more than a public pastime for the people.
No, it is true that some knights and wizards do not get along well. However, if you go up to the 'upper class', everyone is on the same page. This is especially true for wizards who are at least 'three colors'.
After all, the knight has honor.
The wizard does research.
To do that, it is better to make them 'rivals who can cooperate' rather than ones who bite each other.
“I came because I have a favor to ask of you.”
Orne looked at Hemmel and opened his mouth with a stern expression. Of course, he was younger than the 'pure white' Flügel, but Orne was long past retirement age.
However, the aura he exuded was something that was beyond the reach of ordinary nobles.
“To me? Since we have a connection, I will listen, but please understand that I may refuse depending on the circumstances.”
Hemmel maintained a polite attitude toward such right-wingers.
If you fall out of favor with the noble council, it will be a headache for the 'wizard'. The 'Magic Tower' is under the management of the imperial family, but the 'imperial family' does not support all of its research funds.
“Is this, by any chance, related to Yurian?”
Hemmel straightened his clothes, sat down, and began to listen to Orne's story in earnest.
At his question, Orne's expression crumpled. The old man's face, filled with displeasure, seemed to show a strong will to 'tear me to pieces if you mention it any more.'
'As expected.'
I had a vague idea.
This is a system that has been in an uproar recently due to the death of 'Geomseong'. It is not difficult to guess that the reason why this person came all the way to 'Matop' is related to that.
“With your magic, it wouldn’t be that difficult to disguise it as an accident and deal with Yurian.”
“Well, yes.”
Hemmel nodded at Orn's words.
“What do you want?”
Dealing with Yulian involves taking on a certain amount of risk.
However, if the return is worth the 'risk', the wizard will not refuse.
The one who didn't get it asked for 'compensation' out of the blue.
I felt a strong will to grant anything you wanted.
“Then, I want Flügel’s head.”
“Flugel……?”
Pure white flugel.
Among the imperial magicians, he is the most senior and oldest sage.
Hemmel had never been fond of the eccentric man who was now devoted to nurturing disciples in order to reach the next level.
However, the achievements he has accumulated are unmatched by ordinary magicians.
In the end, the title of 'The Empire's Greatest Wizard' will always be his, and the long-lived 'Flugel' will have no intention of stepping down from that position.
“Ahem…….”
Oren let out a short sigh.
'That would be impossible.'
I know.
Despite Hemmel's dislike of 'Flugel', he acknowledges his skills.
A wizard who has lived for over 100 years.
The wisest of the wise.
It is impossible to bring down an unbreakable tree by human hands, not by the passage of time.
'On the other hand, it is impossible to harm Yurian.'
Hemmel placed such 'Flugel' in the same line as 'Urian'.
Skills that have built up an absurd 'notoriety' despite being young.
He even has the skills to be called the next generation 'Black Swordsman'.
'That's why I brought up the topic of Flügel.'
This is a roundabout way of saying 'rejection' rather than 'conservatism'.
“Just wait.”
Oren showed a troubled expression, then briefly touched the ring on his right index finger with his other hand.
'It's a magic tool.'
It is also a magical tool that contains the magic of message transmission.
“Is it possible?”
Suddenly, at the question of whether it was possible, the ring began to glow faintly.
– “Now that the Black Sword is dead, there is no need to wait in silence any longer. It seems possible to kill the Flügel without any restrictions.”
It's a woman's voice.
That's a voice I've heard once before.
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“That voice could not be…….”
It was natural that Hemmel asked in confusion.
As he had expected, the voice he had just heard was a fragment of the 'North' that Orn hated so much.
Oren smiled crookedly.
“Yes, she’s a witch.”
***
I stood and examined my fist.
There was a little bit of blood on it. And then I looked at the person who was covered in blood.
Oven Cript.
I got hit once and fell backwards.
“Ugh, ugh…….”
Oven, who had fallen to the floor with blood on his lips, slowly began to move his gaze.
Not to me, but to his guardian knight, the old knight Ehark.
Why didn't you stop it!
Such a question was on Oven's face.
“No, didn’t you say the other day that you had nothing to say even if Yurian hit you?”
Ehark's sharp criticism was delivered to Oben.
When I heard him say that it didn't matter if I hit him, I started to feel a sense of elation.
Can I hit you more?
'Calm down, you punk!'
When he heard Ehark's words, his fists trembled. If he didn't stop him, he was going to get in big trouble.
“I, I did say that. Yeah, that’s right.”
Oben wiped the blood from his mouth and got up, brushing the dust off his body.
I looked at the clenched fist.
If it were a normal person, it would have been a punch with enough power to make them lose consciousness. The reason Oben is still fine is probably because he trains like the head of the 'Cryphat family'.
“Do you feel better now, Yulian?”
“Would you please wait until you feel better?”
“Ah, no… that’s not it. I think I might die.”
Oben's words trail off for some reason. At times like these, it seemed as if he could catch a glimpse of Herand.
“You even said before that it would be okay if I died, Master Oven.”
“Ehark, whose side are you on?”
“I am always on Master Oven’s side. I only respected the past Master Oven.”
“Damn it! You’re talking nonsense again.”
Ehark had been in contact with Oben for a long time, and treated him as a friend rather than a master-servant.
Still.
'Life is amazing.'
In contrast to his relaxed attitude, Ehark's murderous intent toward me was quite intense. Although he watched me fight, he still felt uncomfortable with my attitude.
'……hmm.'
If I stick to it now, I'll lose.
Because there is no mana.
“So, I would like to hear the answer to the question I asked earlier.”
Questions about meals.
“I would like to hear a story about Milena.”
“I can tell you first. What do you want to know?”
“I heard that Lady Milena came from the North.”
hmm.
Oven nodded briefly.
Although, he seemed to regret not referring to Milena as 'mother'.
“Yes, that’s the connection I made while serving in ‘North Pole’ as a member of the ‘Clan Cryphat’.”
Oven, who had been speaking, once again had a hazy look in his eyes.
Ah, those eyes.
I don't mind, but 'Yurien' keeps wiggling.
“When we set out on an expedition to destroy the barbarian camp, we encountered a blizzard.”
snowstorm?
Ah, I guess I have a general idea of who did this.
“Caught in the blizzard, I fell down into the valley.”
You're still alive, by any chance.
“The bleeding continued, and I was shivering from the cold. The bleeding showed no signs of stopping, and my body temperature continued to drop.”
I see.
“That’s when she appeared.”
“That’s what Milena said.”
“Yes, she… came to me like spring in that place that was more eerie than winter.”
He fell down again with a hazy face.
However, I began to become more and more certain that Milena was a 'sorcerer'.
The fact that we were able to get through that blizzard proves it.
'It feels different.'
I've heard her called the 'Queen of Thorns' over and over again, but to hear such vivid testimony is a revelation.
“That’s how I fell in love with her. While serving at North Pole, I was always looking for her and courting her…….”
“Okay, okay.”
“Huh? Are you not going to listen any more?”
What are you going to do if you listen in further?
“That’s too bad. I was going to tell her about the ‘ring that makes you feel no cold’ I got from her.”
A ring that makes you ignore the cold.
At best, it's a magical tool──.
“A ring that prevents you from feeling cold?”
I felt doubtful.
As far as I know, the 'ring that makes you unable to feel the cold' is not a 'magic tool' or anything like that.
“Yes, it’s a miraculous ring. When you wear it, it keeps you from feeling cold even in extremely cold weather.”
As he said that, Oben took out a small box from his bosom.
“It was a gift from Milena. I didn’t want to wear it in this weather, so I put it in a box and kept it carefully.”
Click──!
When Oben opened the box, there it was.
‘… … The Snow Rabbit’s Ring.’
When I visited 'North Watch' previously, it contained the relic I was trying to obtain.
Kaldrak de Adratan.
The ring he was wearing was a fake made by 'Abisha', the witch of the snowy forest and winter.
'This ring is not a counterfeit copy of that.'
Purely.
This is a genuine holy relic that contains the power of ‘miracle’.