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TL/Editor: raei

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Unholy beings are not welcome anywhere.

[That stench. That wailing... It must not belong to this world.]

[It really looks like something I don't want to touch!]

The mysteries of earth and wind whispered as they looked at the unholy being.

Ordinarily, they would have fled, leaving the unholy mystery behind.

Mysteries also possess intelligence and emotions, and they can be influenced by unholy feelings.

However, in this place stood the wizard Ian.

"[Wind! Earth!]"

[Ah. There is a young human here.]

[Hello! Nice to meet you!]

"[Help me!]"

[Hmm. So you want to get rid of that unsettling presence. I like your spirit.]

[Eek! It's dangerous! But okay! I'll support you from behind!]

When Ian conveyed his will to the mysteries, they gladly responded.

"[Capture the monster!]"

As soon as Ian uttered the magical words,

The Earth formed a hemispherical dome, trapping the unholy mystery.

The Wind swirled around it, preventing outsiders from approaching.

Now, within the dome, only Ian, Pyra, and the mysteries remained.

Those mysteries were of two kinds:

The unholy mystery and the mystery of darkness.

[Ah, aaaaah...!]

The unholy mystery screamed in pain.

Originally, it was a being full of unholy emotions. It was natural for it to writhe in pain, sorrow, and agony.

It was a being that should never have set foot in this world.

That lump of impurity was a pitiable existence that should have found eternal rest, slumbering on the other side of the abyss of mysteries.

[Be careful, Ian. I sense deep sadness from that being.]

[We'll try to comfort it first!]

The mystery of darkness gently embraced the unholy mystery.

Night is a serene and warm time.

The embrace of the darkness was not as comfortable as the abyss of the mysteries, but it was enough to ease the unholy mystery's pain.

[Shh. Close your eyes, unfortunate child.]

[We'll be here with you.]

However, the unholy mystery could not easily accept the comfort of the Darkness.

It's natural to be wary of unfamiliar entities.

To the mysteries, who have a faint concept of light and darkness, the darkness of the material world was comforting yet unfamiliar.

[What is this? What are you trying to do to me?!]

[Don't be afraid. We just want to help you...]

[Stay away! Just send me back!]

The mystery of darkness sighed softly and whispered to Ian.

[Ian. I need your help.]

Mysteries can't easily communicate with other mysteries either.

Communication is inherently difficult.

When it transcends language, species, and even the concept of existence, the difficulty skyrockets.

"Alright. I'll give it a try."

But Ian is a wizard.

One who connects beings to beings. One who converses with all things.

Ian hid in the darkness and slowly approached the unholy mystery.

"[I am Ian, a wizard.]"

[...]

The unholy mystery responded to the magical language.

[Did you call me?]

"[No.]"

[Then who called me? I want to go back. Send me back.]

Ian calmly persuaded the unholy mystery.

"[The way is open. You'll be able to return soon.]"

[Really? Can I really go back?]

"[Yes. So, until you go back, why don't you talk to me for a bit?]"

Ian gestured to the mystery of darkness.

Like a warm blanket, the comforting darkness approached.

[Ian...? What is this?]

"[Don't worry. It's my friend. Would you like to get to know it too?]"

Ian proudly showed off the darkness wrapped around his body.

Seeing him so at ease, the unholy mystery relaxed and let itself be embraced by the darkness.

Dragged out into the present world unexpectedly, it was exhausted.

When the comforting darkness touched its body, the unholy mystery couldn't resist its warmth.

Ian nodded in satisfaction.

Neither humans nor mysteries could resist the comfort of a blanket.

Long live blankets.

[Indeed... it's a bit better.]

The unholy mystery, wrapped in the darkness like a blanket, let out a languid breath.

Pain, sorrow, and depression—all would be forgotten like a lie once sleep took over.

It was one of the mysteries that darkness held.

Once the unholy mystery had calmed down a little, Ian began to buy time.

First, he started a conversation.

If Ian could keep it company, there would be no tantrums out of boredom.

"[Alright. How about we introduce ourselves?]"

"I'll just say one thing and come back."

Ian approached the unholy mystery.

It maintained an unsettling silence, merely waiting for the moment to return to its quiet abode.

A terrifying and horrifying presence.

It was clear that no ordinary medieval person could bear to look at it, much less approach it.

But Ian held memories of once living as a modern man.

The revulsion towards horrific memories wasn't all that different from a medieval person's.

However, Ian possessed compassion and understanding.

Do not hate humans.

This was a sentiment that any modern person could relate to.

Therefore, Ian didn't see the unholy mystery as just a loathsome and horrible being.

It was a byproduct of violence and a victim of suffering.

[Are you sending me back?]

The unholy mystery looked at Ian with sorrowful eyes.

With a smile, Ian answered.

"[Yes. It's time to go home now.]"

[Finally...]

"[But before that, can I say one thing?]"

[What is it?]

Ian calmly began to speak.

"[Do you know the difference between a civilized person and a barbarian?]"

[A civilized person and a barbarian...?]

The unholy mystery shook its head.

Ian explained.

"[A civilized person knows how to care for others, but a barbarian does not.]"

[...]

"[One anthropologist said that a symbol of civilization is a leg bone with signs of a healed fracture. The fact that a someone was saved by another in a life-threatening situation is what created the future civilized world.]"

[... Helping each other?]

"[Yes. No matter how weak or lacking someone is, civilized people help each other. That's what makes them civilized.]"

[But... but my master... was useless...]

"[Dividing humans based on usefulness is a barbarian's logic. A civilized person helps others simply because they are human.]"

[...]

"[You were sacrificed only because you were born in a land of savagery.]"

Ian moved the darkness to embrace the unholy mystery.

"[Your master was not someone who shouldn't have been born.]"

Ian's words were difficult for medieval people to understand.

In an era lacking resources and manpower, the idea of helping every human equally seemed overly idealistic.

But Ian remembered what modern society looked like.

So he was able to offer the unholy mystery genuine comfort.

The unholy mystery looked at Ian with astonished eyes.

It was a vile and repulsive being.

Weakness, pain, and agony—all negative feelings that naturally made humans turn away.

But Ian recognized the suffering beyond those unholy emotions and reached out first.

It was truly a strange feeling.

[If...]

The unholy mystery spoke slowly.

[If my master had lived long enough to meet you... would I have turned out differently?]

"[Perhaps.]"

Ian smiled.

The unholy mystery smiled too.

Depression often lessens simply by finding someone to listen and empathize.

Thanks to Ian, the unholy mystery's sadness had certainly diminished.

The mystery and the wizard strongly acknowledged each other's existence.

At that very moment, a status window flashed before Ian's eyes.

[New Skill Acquired!]

[Summoning - Summon the Horrible One]

[Ask for help from a vile and horrifying being. It will share your emotions: if you're sad, it will mourn with you; if you're angry, it will share your fury. But if you're in an unstable emotional state, do not summon it! Never!]

Ian briefly read the skill description.

Summoning the Horrible One...

If he summoned it recklessly, a catastrophe was bound to unfold.

It was definitely not a skill to be used lightly.

"[Let's go home now.]"

[Yes...]

Ian handed the unholy mystery over to Pyra.

The unholy mystery disappeared beyond the summoning gate that Pyra had opened.

Then, the earthen dome crumbled, and brilliant sunlight shone down on Ian.

"Is it over...?"

"Yes, it's over."

In the distance, Kira and Belenka were seen running toward him.

After taking a deep breath of the fresh outside air, Ian swung his staff and gave Pyra a playful knock on the head.

Thwack!

"Ouch!"

"What on earth were you thinking, summoning something like that, huh?"

"..."

Pyra was at a loss for words.

"I'm s-sorry..."

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