Book 2: 336

Book 2: Chapter 336

Fwoosh.

Lukas created a ball of fire.

Fireball? No.

It was the 5-star spell Flame Ball.

‘An extraordinary degree of perfection.’

Peran quietly admired.

Just like a master Swordsman could guess the skill level of someone wielding a sword, Peran was also able to see the depth that Lukas reached in magicology with just one spell.

A flawless Flame Ball had been immediately casted without a chant. It was amazing.

It was amazing, but...

‘Why?’

Despite the spell’s perfection, he couldn’t understand why he had used Flame Ball.

Why did he use a fire spell?

That fire would not work on Nix. Peran wasn’t sure if even a 7-star or 8-star fire spell would work, and the spell that Lukas had used was only 5-stars. Even dozens or hundreds of such spells would not be able to burn a single strand of her hair.

He didn’t think Lukas wouldn’t know this fact.

...Was it to ensure that he could cast spells properly?

Clearly, creating an artificial mana room in someone’s body to give them the ability to use magic was something that had never been done before. And it was natural for someone to be sure of their full ability before stepping into battle.

But if his goal was to confirm his ability to cast spells, then there would be no need to use the 5-star spell, Flame Ball. Fireball, no, even a magic missile would have been enough. (TL: Isn’t he floating in the air rn?)

Fwoosh!

However, Lukas continued to make more balls of fire until they numbered in the dozens. Then, he slowly began to approach the artificial sun.

That seemed risky. What was he thinking?

Peran accepted that Lukas had a strange origin, but at that moment, he had no idea what Lukas had in mind.

He didn’t think he was trying to commit suicide.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was an explosion.

It erupted right beside Lukas, but somehow, he was not touched by it.

Nevertheless, his hair and clothes were swept up in the aftermath. It felt like his slender body would fly away in an instant.

Boom!

Another explosion, this time, closer.

Peran was filled with anxiety as he watched on.

Could it be that he couldn’t think of a solution either? If that was the case then he was no different from a moth rushing towards a flame.

Boom!

“...”

When the third explosion occurred, Peran finally had a strange feeling.

This explosion once again came frighteningly close, but somehow it didn’t manage to hit Lukas. They made his hair and clothes flutter, but he himself suffered no injuries.

The first one could have been called a coincidence. The second could be considered luck.

But the third?

Boom!

It was just as Peran thought.

It wasn’t by luck or coincidence that the explosions were not affecting Lukas.

Lukas’ fingers twitched.

“Huff, huff...”

...It was getting harder and harder to breathe.

He only had three flame balls left.

Since he’d reached this far, he should at least be able to get some clue as to her location...

“...ah.”

—Bright red hair.

At first, he thought it was just red flames, but it couldn’t be. It was too faint and thin.

It was Nix.

She was floating in the air with a blank expression on her face.

Boom!

Lukas caused another explosion as he approached her. Nix’s entire body was on fire.

The flames around her were hotter than any other he’d encountered so far. He could not touch her.

“...huu.”

Nevertheless, he got as close as he could.

At least till he was close enough to look her in the eyes.

“...you should be in there, Torkunta.”

“...”

Nix didn’t respond. However, she turned to look at Lukas with a blank gaze.

That was enough. He knew they shared senses.

If there was a reaction, then he’d know his voice had reached him.

“Listen, Torkunta, from now on, I’m going to try to kill Nix.”

Flinch-

There was a clear reaction on her doll-like face.

A faint light flashed within her unfocused eyes.

Crack-

A scythe of ice appeared in Lukas’ hands. He put all of his remaining mana into it. This was the reason why it was able to maintain its shape despite the surrounding temperatures.

“Do you remember? It might not be a pleasant memory, but I cut off your head in the Ispania Mountains with an ice scythe like this one.”

“...”

“Torkunta, I know how much you want to live... You’re more afraid of death than anyone else. Despite being trapped in the body of another person, you didn’t feel pessimistic about your situation, and were instead happy that you were still alive.”

Torkunta was Lukas’ only hope now. Torkunta was probably trapped deep within her.

There was only one reason why he was certain about this. If he was still active, Nix’s mind would not have become so broken.

Nix was strong, but she was young.

She didn’t understand the ways of the world. She wasn’t used to sadness, and she didn’t know how to control her anger.

That was why she couldn’t come to terms with the death of her people. She blamed herself for it and walked down the path of destruction.

...If Torkunta was there.

If she had the advice of Torkunta, who had lived for 1000 years, then Nix would never have become so broken.

Lukas slowly approached Nix and lifted the scythe into the air.

“I really hope you show yourself.”

He hoped that he wouldn’t be able to tolerate Nix’s, and by extension his own, death.

Lukas put his heart into the scythe. He infused the certainty and determination to kill her within himself.

Then swung the blade towards her white neck.