Volume 2 - CH 46

Volume 2

Chapter 46-Reproduction and Forgiveness

(TL:By Rafael)

"Loge......"(Yuki)

The shadow sitting on the throne was the mourning old man who had led us to this point, Loge.

"I am the heir to the throne now that you have defeated my father."(Loge)

"And? Now you're going to fight me?"(Yuki)

"That would be outrageous."(Loge)

Shaking his head, the old man rises from his throne and looks at the "One Gold" shining silently.

"The king, the priestess, and the wizard are together again. This time, it is over."(Loge)

"I see."(Yuki)

Great magic was once performed in this place will once again weave magic into the mass of magical power that can materialize even this wish, and this time end this world?

"Can't we just destroy it as usual?"(Yuki)

"I would advise against it. It will surely have a great non-desirable effect on your body."(Loge)

It took that much wear and tear to break a single ring.

If I wanted to destroy "one gold ring" with "Ri Bouken Dai Deject," there was no denying the possibility that my brain would be burned out.

But it would be difficult for me, a red mage, to use the same magic that the wizard did.

"I'll be fine. It's okay, big brother. I'll take control of it."(Lun)

She guessed my uneasiness. She's a bright kid.

"Is this the end of "Shayo"?"(Yuki)

"That's why he's the king. That is why I am a priestess. In the first place, this 'sunset' is something we have brought about."(Lun)

I was speechless at the words of Lun.

There should have been no such fact in the history books of the Great Archives, nor in the memories of the wizards.

"I am the son of the great King Vordan, and I know how it came to be."(Loge)

Looking down at the crystal that glows in the twilight light, Loge sighs.

This is a magic stone that in the old days drifted down from the other world and sank to the bottom of the river that separates life and death.

As if it were an old tale, Loge begins to tell it.

The three maidens of the Grim Reaper who dwelled at the bottom of the river had kept it hidden as a threat to the world.

However, their secret is revealed by a man.

A servant of the dwarf tribe, who could not even make a living for a day, became king with the "one gold" he had obtained.

So far, so good. The dwarf kingdom was small, and the man was content to fulfill his petty ambitions.

But it was King Vordan who took notice.

King Vordan, who loved war, quickly defeated the dwarf kingdom and took the "one gold" through intrigue and strategy.

The king of the dwarves, on his deathbed, made a wish upon the gold. He should not have wished for it.

Cursed be all the world.

Repeatedly taken and taken, the "one gold" traveled around the world and returned to King Vordan, cursing everything in ...... its path.

The world and the gods had already gone mad with the light of the "slanting sun" by then.

And so our world perished.

"So this is what you call 'culling'?"(Yuki)

I ask, pointing to the twinkling crystal.

"Yes, you're right. This stone is the very essence of ...... "Leaning Sun" itself."(Loge)

A chill runs down my back when I hear what he said.

Something is wrong. What is this strange feeling?

This seemingly beautiful, golden crystal is making my heart flutter.

Why am I the only one who is okay with it?

Is it because I'm a dependent of the "Blue-White King of the Immortals"?

Sure, they may be resistant to those kinds of curses.

My soul is predestined by Persephone for the afterlife.

If that is the case, it is not surprising that I am resistant to anything that would alter it.

But something feels different.

Not only that, there is an intuition and certainty in my heart that there is something more.

That first ...... moment of disgust when I saw this twilight light.

The golden crystal that gives off that light - "One Gold".

'I see ...... that. That's what it's all about."(Yuki)

Confirming the discomfort as I chew, and acknowledging the disgust it ruminates.

As I did so, my reasoning and conclusions began to come together in my mind.

"It's all quite causal, isn't it?"(Yuki)

I sigh heavily as I look down at "One Gold."

Just as I let out a deep breath, the [shaking walnut] in my pocket shook.

Originally, the [shaking walnut] was used to call for help from the surroundings, but this time, Lucent probably used it as a signal to evacuate.

"Looks like it's ...... time."(Lun)

"Are you sure?"(Yuki)

"Yeah. I'll take responsibility."(Lun)

"We are the ones who misused it, so there is nothing to worry about."(Yuki)

From the way he talks, I assume that Loge knows what this is.

I won't ask him why he knows.

The old man will probably keep the secret to himself until the end of his life.

The last king of Glad Shi-Im is a wise king.

"Let the ritual begin."(Lun)

Loge touches the "One Gold."

A twilight-colored light softly rises from the golden crystal and illuminates the surroundings.

"I didn't think it was pretty once I realized what it was, but I did miss ...... it a little."(Yuki)

"My wish is for a quiet demise. And divergence from this world. The return to the all-stream of all torrents by the disappearance. Now, Master Yuki, ......, the great magic of fulfillment."(Loge)

"Ah."(Yuki)

It's a technique I thought I could never use, but now I know.

In the first place, this magic is a magic that controls my art.

Alongside me as I began chanting, Lun started to sing a poem.

Is it the words of "Glad Shi-Im"?

It was spun in an unfamiliar language, but I could understand its beauty.

What welled up was nostalgia, caress, and compassion.

Words of salvation to forgive sinners.

The melody of "One Gold," echoing in its essence, scatters the light of twilight-colored distortion.

"─ ─ Mi pardonas. la pekon, kiun vi faris. espero pri morgaŭa lumo. forgesu la hieraŭan mallumon. kaj ĝis revido iam. kiam ĉio paliĝas kaj Venas la tago, kiam ni povas rideti unu al la alia──"(Lun)

(TL: Let's see which reader will decode this time)

The magic formula is built on Lun's song.

Although I thought how inorganic it was compared to her song, I put my thoughts and feelings into my own magic formula, which had become completely tangled up over the long years.

It's a crazy feat to assemble an impromptu spoken word magic formula, but it's a lot easier than I thought it would be.

Loge pours in his wishes, Lun connects them with poems, and I control them.

Just as my magic formula was about to bring forth the result of "fulfillment," a crack appeared in the "one gold.

TL Note- I have my exam today.....wish me luck........(after 6 hours)..... and now I am back , It was tiring but it was nice.