211. Tears Of Sorrow (3)
Gulp.
I had to doubt my eyes, no, my senses, at the magic that was being activated so casually.
Before, even when magic was cast, I would just say, “Oh, so that’s how magic power moves.”
But thanks to my enhanced senses from using magic, it seemed like I could see the movements in more detail now.
The magic power that had left Nameless’s body stained the ground.
At first glance, the magic power seemed to be seeping into the ground naturally, like rainwater falling to the earth, without any rules or order.
However, the moment Miso’s foot entered that area, the magic power began to move in unison, forming an artificial shape.
The magic power shot up and spread out over the ground like a sprouting seed.
The shape that the magic power formed was a giant structure.
It looked like a wind-up toy.
It also looked like a magical machine.
‘No. Their essence is the same.’
Thinking about it, it was obvious that they looked alike.
After all, whether it was activated by a magic circle or a machine, they both had the same root.
However, the magic that was appearing before my eyes right now was not magic that could be implemented with a wind-up toy or a machine.
The height and width of the magic power that had suddenly shot up was greater than that of a building.
To create something like this with a machine…
I would have to build a building just to activate the magic once.
‘Amazing.’
The first thing I felt when I was confronted with this magic was not fear, but awe.
It had already far surpassed the realm of magic that I used, so it was beyond the level of fear.
Is that 8th-tier?
No. In terms of phase… is it 9th-tier?
It is a realm that is called grand magic.
Is all magic grand magic if you just twist the magic power in a complex way and increase the phase?
That’s not it.
It has to have academic and practical value to be recognized as grand magic and registered with the Magic Society.
And the magic that was unfolding before my eyes right now.
It was achieving a feat that I had never heard or seen before.
‘It created a soul…?’
I was not mistaken.
I have also opened my eyes to seeing souls to some extent, so I can say for sure.
The magic power that was emitted from the grand magic scanned Miso’s body once and then regenerated her soul based on that.
The soul of someone who had already died.
The soul that had disappeared after her life had ended was being reassembled.
For a very brief moment, Miso’s face seemed to flush and look like that of a living person.
I could not miss this timing.
I immediately got up from my seat and gathered sword energy in my hand.
Now, I had become quite proficient at handling it even without the shape of a sword in my hand.
Of course, it still did not compare to the strength and sharpness of a real sword.
But for now, it did not matter since I did not have any particular purpose to cut something.
I swung the transparent sword that was rippling like a ripple and sent the sword energy straight at Miso.
At that moment.
For a very brief moment.
I was able to glimpse inside the soul that had been created with magic power.
Scenes that passed by quickly like flipping through a notebook.
A burning village.
People turning into vampires, and the hell where the paladins rushed in and killed and burned them all.
In the middle of it all, a girl stood.
Still, like a statue.It was similar to the scene I had seen in the basement of the White Magic Tower.
However, there was one difference.
The girl was no longer crying.
Instead, she met the eyes of the man kneeling before her.
She just stared at him blankly.
The man wiped away the remaining tears that were dried on her cheeks.
The man stood up and walked hand-in-hand with the girl.
They left the hellish path and walked into the bright light.
In the meantime, the girl’s back gradually grew.
She grew to be about a head shorter than the man, and she disappeared into the light with him.
“Ugh…”
“……aaah!”
When I came to my senses, the magic had already ended.
Mijung, who had been rushing in with a sullen face, was sitting on the floor and crying.
‘This is… a thing.’
I had expected it to be a clue, but I didn’t know it would be this much.
It was beyond the level of manipulating souls and into the realm of creating souls.
Of course, there are definitely some shortcomings to calling it ‘creation’.
When I saw the process of casting the magic, it wasn’t creating a soul from nothing.
It was inferring and reproducing the old form of the soul based on the body structure and memories left in the brain.
This means that the more damaged the body is, the more incomplete the reproduction of the soul will be.
However, that doesn’t mean that the created soul is fake.
The moment the will and will collided, what I saw inside Mijung’s soul was definitely Mijung’s inner world.
In other words, Muming had the ability to recreate a destroyed inner world.
It wasn’t a clue to recovering my existence, but the key itself.
Of course, there are still many loopholes.
I need to fix the fact that it disappears after the magic is cast.
The fact that the created inner world is lower in phase than the original is also a problem.
That’s why I couldn’t enter Mijung’s inner world and had to watch the scenes one by one as if I was turning pages.
Just as a three-dimensional object cannot enter a two-dimensional space.
I, who was in a different phase, could not set foot inside that world.
However, I think I can somehow solve this.
The solution is to ‘forcibly hold and stretch the phase’.
It was possible to simply expand the inner world, so it shouldn’t be impossible.
The problem is that if it’s a major project to hold and stretch the phase, I’ll definitely need a sophisticated tool…
The Spear of Longinus?
A tool that only pierces space is useless.
The Magic Sword?
It’s quite sharp, but it’s only capable of cutting space.
It can’t reach deep enough.
However, I have a hunch that this sword energy, which I created by gathering my ‘will’, will be possible.
Neither its strength nor sharpness can match even the cheap swords on the market, but this sword, which is made purely of my will, will be able to penetrate the inner world.
‘The problem is that it’s still incomplete.’
However, that’s still a theoretical story.
That’s when this sword is complete.
It was strengthened by absorbing some of the secrets of the Merida-style will created by Rex, but that’s not enough.At the very least, I need to master the martial arts of Merida that I have absorbed, and on top of that, I need to fuse it with another martial art.
Even with just Dakia and Merida, I had a hard time acquiring their martial arts.
Even those two were swordsmanship that I had already learned the basics of, so I was able to absorb them relatively quickly. If it were a different swordsmanship, I would really have to train from the basics for dozens of years.
Is there any swordsmanship that I have already learned the basics of that I can learn the martial arts of······.
‘Ah. Frost.’
Only then did I recall it.
Frost.
If it were Yerin, would she have already created the martial arts of Frost by now?
If she has already created it, I can just absorb it as it is.
If not, I can just provoke her to awaken it.
Either way, just the fact that I can see the path is an amazing achievement.
“So! How was it? Did you notice what I just did? Hoo hoo hoo! Well, even the archmages who were in charge of the first trial reacted indifferently when they first saw it, saying what kind of magic is this! But for an ordinary person to do this-“
“There’s no way I wouldn’t notice. You’re approaching the realm of creating souls, which is infinitely close to the forbidden realm. It’s an upgrade to the contract conditions. Once everything is over, I’ll grant you one wish, so think about it.”
“Yes, yes······?”
I clasped my hands together in gratitude.
Whether it was in the past or now, I’ve only received help from Mumin.
If it weren’t for this guy, I would have lived a life forgotten by everyone until I became a hunchbacked old man without even realizing it.
“Heh, heh heh! Well, am I a little amazing? Heh heh, heh······. You have a better eye for people than you look, old man? Heh heh heh······.”
Mumin blushed, unable to hold back his laughter.
This guy······.
Just how starved was he for compliments.
He had changed a lot, but there were definitely parts of him that were no different from before.
“······Aang.”
“Euaak!!!”
At that moment, Mijung, who had suddenly run up, bit my hand.
Why is she suddenly doing this?
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Kwaaarrung.
Lightning struck from the dark clouds, and an eerie sound echoed.
In the midst of the gloomy sky that seemed like it would rain at any moment, an old carriage came to a stop.
Hundreds of soldiers stood in front of it as if they had been waiting, welcoming it.
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In front of them, the Frost Lord stood solemnly.
Soon, the carriage door creaked open.
As the light shone from the dark interior of the carriage, the soldiers all knelt down, and the Frost Lord also bowed slightly and paid his respects.
“All these escort troops are suffering because of one piece of trash.”
“Don’t say that, Lord.”
“I’m a lord. I’m not shameless enough to be treated as a lord after I was kicked out of the left so shamelessly long ago.”
The one who walked out from the inside was a woman wearing thick clothes that covered her entire body and head.
A slightly charred fox ear could be seen between the cloth that covered her head.
Former Lord, Gwiho.
Every time she exhaled, it seemed like unrefined magic energy flowed out.
At this, Yerin tensed up slightly and tightened her head even more.
“I am ashamed to have made you move. We are the ones who are asking for your help-“
“Alright. Alright. Aren’t we in a position where we help each other? Who is asking for help······. Rather, it’s me who is asking you to let me get revenge.”
“······.”Guiho’s voice was filled with anticipation.
It also seemed to be tinged with anger and regret.
Even with the magic she was currently spreading without control, all the escort troops were so tense that they were holding their breath.
“You said the enemy escaped by tearing space with magic. Then leave it to me. Tracking faint traces of magic is my specialty. I’m a disciple who has endured becoming like this, and I won’t forgive anyone who dares to touch my disciple…!”
Clack.
Guiho gritted her teeth fiercely and pulled back the cloth that had been covering her face.
What was revealed was a long scar that covered her eyes.
It was an ugly face left by a burn.
“Wield me as a weapon, Lord of Frost! I will forgive any amount of that insolence!”
“······.”
Despite being wounded and sick, the anger emanating from her far surpassed that of her youth.
Because she had felt so much pain.
And because she had lost so much, she knew.
That the current pain and fear were incomparable to anything she had ever felt in her life.