204. The 18-Year-Old Dark Magician
As I sat down, glasses and bottles flew towards us.
The dark mage beckoned me to start with a drink, but I shook my head.
“It’s a waste of time to spend while drunk.”
After hesitating at my words, the dark mage sighed and returned the bottle and glass to their original positions.
Then, perhaps it’s because there’s nothing else to do.
“Did you accept Hanso well?”
I didn’t seem very curious.
Anyway, I will answer the question.
“Yes, he said he would fight the Great Devil to the end as a soldier.”
I thanked him again, but the dark mage made a subtle expression.
“Is that really possible?”
“… ….”
“I understand your judgment that we are fake. But that doesn’t mean that we are, after all, created by Learic.”
Since Learic built the Nightmare War, they are, after all, only beings created by Learic.
“Can we really stand against Learic?”
That was not wrong.
Yeah, to be honest.
“It must be impossible.”
It was obviously impossible.
The Archdemon of Deception must have done this over and over again.
Many great girls must have stayed in Room 110. Each time, it could have been a murder drama where each other killed each other because they were caught up in Learic’s tricks.
There must have been times when we tried to fight against the great devil like we do now.
“In the first place, it is impossible to beat Learic right now. I have neither a soul nor a Holy Grail to deal with.”
“The Holy Grail?”
He reacts to the Holy Grail with an intrusive expression, but continues by adding that it’s nothing special.
“However, the good thing is that Learic is not the archevil that hangs on battle.”
It is not the type of person who feels satisfaction through battles like Valkyria, the great demon of struggle, and Dune, the great demon of pride.
Learic was rather the kind who found excitement and pleasure in deceiving and deceiving others.
“Well, if it goes wrong, isn’t it just killing everyone?”
There must have been a possibility.
If only Learic was human.
What I learned while fighting the four Great Demons this time is that they show fanatical obsession with what they want, but they don’t have much attachment to anything else.
“What Learic wants is not my life. He just wants me to follow the ending of the dream he has set.”
“Hmm.”
“So on the other hand, just give him the ending he doesn’t want.”
“An ending he doesn’t want?”
“I will explain later.”
I didn’t even have to explain right now, and if I did, wouldn’t it be a waste of time?
The Dark Spirit didn’t ask me more if he understood my intentions.
Then a moment of silence returned. I naturally take out a black jewel from my bosom and hand it to the dark mage who can’t stay still.
“This is… ….”
The Lemegeton that the Dark Spirit has been searching for so long. It was something I got as soon as I arrived at the nightmare. Now I know that this isn’t the real thing either, it’s some kind of counterfeit that can only be used here.
The Dark Spirit reached out to Remegeton, noticed that it was resonating with him, and swallowed his saliva.
He was seeing the effect of injecting the blood of the girl in the story who wished for Remegeton into himself.
“You really did exist.”
As she speaks, a bitter aftertaste soaks the tail of her words.
She got her treasure in her hands, which she had longed for so much, but the fact that everything about her was an illusion made her collapse.
“I have actually dealt with Remegeton several times. You can see that it is exactly the same.”
“Have you ever dealt with a real Lemegeton? Are you saying you found it?”
“Thanks to that, I was able to have you as my teacher.”
She said that only then did she understand why she had me as her disciple.
I took a deep breath and opened her mouth.
“It may be selfish, but I have a personal request.”
I knew that what I was about to do would be quite cruel to the dark mage next to me.
“Can you tell me a story?”
“A story?”
Still, there was a story that could only be heard from her now.
“This is the story of the relationship between you and me that began with this jewel given by the great devil of deception.”
I unraveled our story, which was unexpectedly long.
* * *
Deeeeeng!
The long ringing of the bell signaled that another day had passed.
My throat felt tingling because I said so much uncharacteristically, but I didn’t leave my seat and waited for the dark mage.
I knew that the Remegeton he had been searching for so long was actually the Great Devil’s means of playful pranks.
She also told me that she vaguely regrets the path of a necromancer that the Dark Spirit herself is walking hard on in the future.
Finally.
I found out about her own death.
It must have been a difficult story for an 18-year-old Dark Magician to accept, but I told him everything without hesitation.
A lot of stories about the dark spirit and me.
In the end, you have been with me for a longer time than anyone else. Her story about her, who is the same as her, but who is also her other person.
“… ….”
She with her head down, her hair covering her face. You will have several thoughts.
I could vent my resentment towards myself for dying in vain, and I could be angry at me for bringing up such a cruel story casually.
“Why?”
The thing that came back to me after assuming so many possibilities.
It was laid low and contained gloomy emotions, but it was a determination that did not back down.
“Did you tell me that?”
That was the right question.
There was no need to tell the current dark mage this cruel truth.
On the contrary, I could have lied so bluntly that I was living a good life, so don’t worry.
But.
“I needed to tell you. Then I will tell you something about you.”
In order to hear her story about her Dark Spirit, I needed to unravel her story about her and me.
As if she didn’t like that answer either, the Dark Spirit clenched her fist and slammed her table.
A shock so great that the tableware and food around it were shaken. The purple mana in her hand shimmered like a flame.
“So. Why do you need that Why do you want to hear my story?”
The Dark Mage was already expecting my answer.
Reddened eyes.
The sound of choking breathing due to heavy emotions.
Everything was telling me how much pain she was in now.
I calmly closed my eyes and came up with an answer.
“To find out what the Dark Spirit is hiding from me.”
Here’s the dark wizard I’m talking about.
Because he knew that he was not pointing at him, the 18-year-old dark mage gritted his teeth and became enraged.
“You think of me as just a tool?! Just trying to use it? In order to understand more about the true Dark Spirit you speak of! You mean you’re going to use me!”
It fit exactly.
That’s why I didn’t deny it.
“You are not wrong.”
The dark mage I knew was often shaking.
There were times when I looked at the necromantic arts I dealt with and put on a skeptical expression, and there were times when she disappeared for a few days and then she quietly returned.
Then suddenly.
Really one day.
There were times when I was worried that she might disappear just like that.
“Through you, I want to better understand the dark mage I don’t know.”
“She is the same as me if you judge her! It will disappear anyway!”
There was something in common.
An 18-year-old dark wizard who can only exist in the Dream Wars.
And one day, the dark mage had to close her eyes and go to rest.
But.
“Because it is.”
“…… What?”
“The day of rest when the Dark Spirit closes his eyes. To comfort her and send her off properly.”
“… ….”
“I need to understand her.”
The necromancer skills that the 18-year-old Dark Spirit demonstrated were completely different from the Dark Spirit I knew.
A cruel aspect of treating the soul as a mere tool. A heartless witch who only aggressively takes the life of her opponent.
The Dark Mage hid this past so that I wouldn’t find out. I cowardly intended to uncover her secret in this way.
“And this is also to remember you.”
“… ….”
The reason why I have no choice but to be so cruel to her.
In the end, it is to give meaning to her futile life, which can only exist in a nightmare, where time is set exactly like Cinderella’s glass slipper.
“I will not make you disappear from here meaningless.”
“Ah, ah.”
“This is the only tribute I can give you.”
The Dark Spirit covers her own eyes with both of her hands, as if she can’t control her tears.
I acted as if I had to endure her cruelty and tell her everything for the sake of the black magician I knew.
She said as if to sacrifice for the real Dark Spirit.
On one side, you could say he was a cruel man.
As a person bearing the name of a memorial service.
This was the only thing I could do for the 18-year-old dark mage in front of me.
It will disappear.
Leave a trace.
Just like how Hanso died as a warrior.
The Dark Spirit wanted her to close her eyes like that.
“Dog, bastard.”
I do not deny that it is an act to hear resentment.
“I didn’t want that.”
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I knew I was being selfish when I said it was for the sake of the Dark Spirit.
“The things that affect me now and the future me…… Is that the purpose of my existence? You mean me?!”
I’m sorry there’s nothing I can do for you.
“Is that just a way to comfort me? You mean to leave my mark?”
The Dark Spirit, who continued to shed tears, slowly crouched over her body.
Various emotions were rising from her trembling shoulders, but in the end, her tears did not stop.
Still, she holds back her sobbing voice and glares at me.
“You… ….”
Swallowing your breath.
“I hate you so much, Deus Verdi.”
The Dark Spirit vomits her voice of resentment toward me.
“I hate you for letting me know this cruel truth. Hate it! That the value of the country has no choice but to end there! I didn’t want to know!”
But other than this, there was nothing the 18-year-old Dark Spirit could do to leave a mark on her outside.
It was not enough to simply bury her in my chest.
If this girl influences the true Dark Spirit.
In the end, I wondered if the 18-year-old girl in front of me would remain inside the real one.
“A cold child.”
“Even if it hurts, I wanted to give you a chance.”
It doesn’t just disappear in vain.
A chance to leave something behind as an 18-year-old Dark Magician.
“Because you are also a dark wizard to me.”
“Damn it.”
The resentment toward me and the agony of knowing the truth lasted a little longer.
But it was only a little bit.
“… ….”
When all the feelings of resentment finally reached the bottom.
“Please, I will.”
Only a handful of the girl’s sincerity remained there.
But like for real, even if they’re fake, telling them about their future deaths is cruel, Deius. But yeah, for the sake of the present 😌