120 – Chapter 39. Where there is no God – 1
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The spirits of the earth took care of the after-treatment of the mine.
There were spirits who used to work here, so I was able to quickly collect some of the hidden Wind Manastones.
Among the large and small green manastones, the one that immediately caught my eye was the same size as the manastone attached to my body.
When I picked up a magic stone that was the size of my two fists, my heart started pounding.
I had such a misunderstanding.
As a spirit, my body would not have a heart.
“Miss Fire. Could it be that magic stone?”
There are also larger manastones. He smiled at the earth spirit pointing to the magic stones arranged in order of size.
“It’s okay. Oh. Can I get another one of those?”
“It’s a spare. I will.”
I got something slightly smaller than my Manastone and kept it well.
I don’t know when the demons will attack again, so I decided to send all the magic stones back to the city, and if the enemies didn’t move, I decided to send a defense force.
In this way, we were able to achieve our intended goal of securing Mana Stones.
“I’ve been there.”
“Good job, Miffy!”
When I returned to the Tower of Winds of Elemenes, Sila greeted me with a slightly awkward smile.
“What happened?”
At my question, she turned her head to avoid my gaze.
It’s weird.
“What’s going on? Yes?”
As Sila shoved her face in front of her eyes, she couldn’t stand it and let her sigh out.
“My simple contractors called me and I went to the physical world.”
“Simple contractor? Cermia and Shane?”
“Yes.”
That’s right. I haven’t told my acquaintances in the material world that I’m safe yet.
I might get angry for worrying you.
“So you said that?”
“Uh, that’s… ….”
While Sila was interrupting her words, someone ran out of the parlor at the Tower of the Wind.
My sister, tall, wearing a dress and covering her face with a white veil.
Arumanan ran and hugged me tightly.
“Miffy! You were worried.”
“Arumanan?”
She wasn’t the only one.
Two friends walking around and approaching.
“Chermia. Three.”
“Erif!”
The two of them jumped in remorse, but stopped in the middle, probably because of Arumanan.
Arumanan’s mouth drew an arc when she saw that, and she pushed my back.
I stood in front of Chermia and Shane, looked down at the floor for a moment and then raised my head.
What should I say to make me angry?
A simple word came out of my mouth after complicated calculations.
“Hello?”
A streak of tears fell from the eyes of Chermia, who was smiling at her.
Stealing the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, she slowly approached me and gently embraced me as if handling a broken object.
“Hello. Erif.”
It took a while to calm Chermia, who started crying.
After Chermia calmed down a bit, Shane said, pointing to the small wound on my body.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. It doesn’t matter.”
The wound was healing in real time, and there were no fatal injuries.
But the expressions of the two were not good.
“If you die here, what are you going to do to stop fighting?”
Chermia grabbed my clothes and clicked her tongue, checking her wounds.
She had no excuses, so she just scratched her head and smiled.
Wait. ‘Even here’?
Did you know that my body died in the physical world?
You know that I am not human.
Because an ordinary human dies in the material world, it’s over.
“Oh, did you know everything? I-“
“A humanoid spirit?”
Shane nodded her head as Chermia spoke her words casually.
“Of course not. Did we just call Sila for nothing?”
I was embarrassed by Shane’s pinzan.
“How the hell did you know?”
I thought I was hiding it well.
To my question, Chermia and Shane looked at each other and shrugged.
“You handle relics you’ve never seen before, you teach other students as a student, and the original handwriting is yours.”
“Ah.”
“Among the spirit sages, he has a strangely high affinity for spirits, and above all, he seemed to know him even with Sila, who had been sealed for decades.”
“In the end, Sila was the problem.”
As she mumbled and let Sila shed, she softened her eyebrows as if she was unfair.
“Why is the story like that? It’s because of Miffy’s carelessness.”
“It’s a joke.”
Sheila’s head flapped her wings and she fluttered frantically.
She had to apologize several times to appease her.
After talking for a while with her friends, Aruma Nan, who had been away for a while, found us.
She looked around me, Chermia and Shane, and pointed to the mirror room.
“He is waiting. Let’s all go in together. Except for Silas.”
“Cermia and Shane too?”
“Yes. He told me to pick up a pin and come with you.”
Why is God looking for friends?
Chermia and Shane followed the guide to the mirror room with expressions that they did not know what it was.
In a special room in the mirror room, we stood in front of a large mirror.
Overwhelmed by the mist in the mirror that looked mysterious and magical, the two stood with their mouths open.
After a while, the fog gathered and drew a half-elf with golden hair.
[[Welcome. Is this your first time seeing it in person?]]
“Ireana?”
Seeing the mirror, Chermia was startled, and she answered instead of the God who was only smiling.
“No. You were just imitating yourself.”
“Ah.”
Because you like to joke around anyway.
“By the way, if this is your first time seeing you in person, have you ever met in another way?”
I asked because I had never heard of such a thing from
Chermiana Shane, but neither of them seemed to know well.
[[This is disappointing. Do you really not know who I am?]]
“I’m sorry.”
Unlike Shane, who apologizes straight away, Chermia thought of something and closed her eyes.
[[How are you? Cermia Seine. Remember?]]
Chermia frowned as she frowned, and she began to speak her words as if possessed.
“‘You are the child who leads the story… ….'”
“Ah!”
Shane, who heard Cermia’s words, spit out her exclamation and pretended to know.
[[I didn’t know I could remember so accurately.]]
It seems that there is something that only I do not know.
Cermia and Shane’s testimonies continued, and God enjoyed clapping their hands.
It was a story that was difficult to understand unless you were someone who said something like intelligence.
I was crumpled in the corner with a feeling of alienation for a while, and I spoke to him in the mirror.
[[Are you listening, Misfire? It’s also related to you.]]
“Yes?”
[[When you first saw these children, did you remember something?]]
Chermia and Shane were staring at me.
When we first met.
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Perhaps it was when I went to school before entering school.
Two people were fighting on campus, and when I saw them… ….
“The main characters?”
That’s right. I recognized the two as the main characters.
And that person in the mirror probably meant it.
The face of Ireana nodded her head.
She-or he- began to explain in her delightful voice.
[[Yes. Hero. Misfire, do you have any memories from another world?]]
“It’s blurry, but there’s a little bit.”
It was mainly a gray-colored corner life, but life there certainly existed.
I vaguely remember the last time I played a game that was too similar to ours.
The main character of the game certainly resembled my friends.
“The last game I played. Were the main characters modeled for Chermia and Shane?”
[[That’s right. I didn’t do it myself though. It was a game prepared to make a kind of ‘engraving’ on you, with these children as the main characters.]]
The face in the mirror turned into fog, creating the faces of Chermia and Shane.
They opened their mouths at the same time, giving out male and female voices.
[[You don’t need to know too much. ‘We’ did what we had to do, and we successfully met you and them and got you involved.]]
“That word.”
Shane took a step forward.
He looked at himself in the mirror with slightly angry eyes.
“It sounds like you and Erif’s meeting was your intention.”
[[To put it bluntly, that’s right.]]
As Chermia came forward and tried to say something, she was stopped by Shane.
“Honestly, I don’t want to think that way.”
As Shane grabbed her weight, God returned to Ireana’s face and spoke with a stern tone.
[[If you want to think differently, do it. Because I have no intention of denigrating your friendship.]]
Shane said she didn’t want to continue the conversation and she backed away.
Leaving him behind, who muttered a little, this time, Cermia stepped forward.
“Can I tell you something a little different?”
[[Yes.]]
“Do you know what we mean by being protagonists?”
[[[It can also be said that the words you heard when you were young are true.]]
“Ah.”
It was from a conversation I hadn’t been able to join before.
Chermia and Shane both say that when they were young, someone spoke directly to their head.
I’ve been living with hallucinations or distortions of childhood memories, but Chermia just brought out those memories from her god’s insinuating words.
A child who leads the story.
The main character.
[[The world we live in is not a novel or a fairy tale. Still, it can be a ‘story’. For example, the history of those who participated in the Shinma War is also a wonderful story.]]
The image in the mirror turned into fog again.
[[And there is a word that refers to the person who leads the story.]]
When the scattered illusions reunited like a mirage, the image of a person piercing the heart of a huge monster was reflected.
Even before the Shinma War, it is said that demons invaded the physical world quite often.
Among them, there were those who declared the Demon King and invaded the land where other races lived.
The illusion created by the mirror is an existence that defeats such a demon lord.
That is,
“A warrior.”
[[Erif, that’s the answer. Can I give you extra points?]]
I couldn’t hear a light joke.
Chermia squeezed her trembling voice, and she barely asked.
“We… Are you saying you are a warrior?”
The hero in the mirror nodded his head coolly.
Cermia and Shane, let alone me, couldn’t keep their mouths shut.
It’s just that ordinary students attending an ordinary military academy in an ordinary kingdom are heroes.
[[During the last Shinma War, the Demon King did not come to the material world, so there were no heroes. But now it’s different.]]
The mirror creates a new image again.
In the dark tent.
A young male demon in military uniform was looking down at the map spread out on the table.
And around it, there were several demons, including a familiar white-haired girl.
One of them turned his head toward this side.
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And the mirror turned off for a moment.
[[Oh, I’m sorry. After all, it’s easy to find out if you look into it.]]
“Uh, maybe now?”
[[That’s right. Somewhere in the material world, the ‘Demon King’ and his entourage.]]
“… ….”
It was hard to come to my senses as a lot of information suddenly poured out.
The demon king who has already come to the material world.
The two heroes who oppose him are my best friends.
And I’m probably in a role to support the hero.
[[Shane Grafol. Cermia Seine. And Erif Cruel.]]
The existence in the mirror that returned to Ireana’s face took on its full weight.
[[You are destined to defeat the Demon King as a hero and his companions. The damage is useless. The war will be engulfed by everyone on the entire continent.]]
Chermia and Shane accepted God’s words more calmly than they thought.
With a determined expression, the two nodded their heads.
After all, it seems that the main character is not something anyone does.
Ireana’s face lit up with a smile, and she clapped in the mirror.
[[Service for such people! Come on, I’m going to give you an amazing weapon, so just tell me. What do you like? Battleship? Air carrier? How about the royal road chariot?]]
The god, who poured out words like a rapid-fire gun, looked at the two with eyes full of anticipation.
Cermia and Shane looked at each other at the sudden suggestion, then turned to me.
The mouth and mouth of the two warriors drew a playful arc.
“”Helicopter!””
Ireana’s face hardened.