The skin burns and the blood boils. Shay frowned and looked at the lightning bolt she had created. As if Tirkanjaka’s tiny body was like a lightning rod, lightning bolts from the dark clouds flowed through her body and permeated into the ground. It’s like practicing under a waterfall.
But the pain beneath it is not even comparable to a waterfall. The torrent of that thunderbolt is the kind that runs down not only the skin but also the whole body.
Blood vessels, muscles, skin, blood, nerves. It sprints violently and destroys it as if it were a straight road.
Stabbing your whole body with tens of thousands of needles? Even that is impossible to compare. A streak of lightning is faster, finer, and more powerful than a needle.
“Scream when it hurts! If you keep holding on… !”
Even Tirkanjakara, who is accustomed to suffering, will not be able to withstand it for long. Shay had such a foreboding feeling, and held the cherry tree firmly so that he could cut the magic at any time.
By the way.
“Certainly, I can feel the pain.”
Tirkanjaka was blunt.
The skin burns. nerves burn The enormous brain energy that started from Cheoneng digs into the ground using the vampire’s body as a saliva.
“But, it just hurts.”
However, the lightning did not harm the vampire.
Hematology, the ability to handle blood has already reached the edge of the sky. Beyond simply ‘moving’, it can shape and regenerate a body.
As long as there is blood, as long as there is still blood. No one can harm her.
And the sea of blood that has been deposited for 1200 years is not so trivial as to be damaged by lightning strikes made by a piece of cloud.
Lightning is over. After pouring out, the remaining thunderbolt fragments bounce off intermittently. However, Tirkanzaka was not hurt. There were no lightning-shaped scars that should have appeared, the unpleasant odor from scorching skin, or the black color created by burning blood.
It was because Tirkanjaka had captured it before that happened.
“It is definitely stronger. But something is missing.”
Tirkanjaka coldly evaluated the lightning that flowed through her. It’s like being a supervisor.
“Not to my chest, not to my heart. I feel only a little pain.”
Tirkanjaka said with full of regret. Shay felt something uncomfortable.
Did the Sijo withstand her lightning? No, no. It wasn’t Shay’s power in the first place, and Tirkanzaka had not taken any defenses.
The discomfort came from the other side.
He spoke as if he had been struck by lightning before, and his attitude seemed to compare. Because he pointed out something that was not obvious in that regard.
“… Has he ever done anything to you?”
“The man? Ah, you are talking about the instructor.”
Tirkanjaka spoke with an attitude so sane that it was hard to believe that he was struck by lightning.
“By the way, we don’t even know his name. I didn’t bother to ask because there are only a few people in the abyss, but it’d be better to find out sooner rather than later… .”
“Don’t turn around. Have you ever asked him to run electricity?”
“You are sharp.”
Tirkanjaka gathered the darkness again to make a parasol, and lightly draped it over his shoulder.
“Yes. How many times have I been indebted to you?”
“How many times?”
“He was skillful and delicate. He wasn’t strong, but he was talented. When he touched my heart with his finger, my heart stopped beating for a very short time.”
“… Now we are talking blitz, right?”
Shay, who was questioning, sensed something in Tirkanzaka’s words and asked a question.
“Wait, what? Did your heart beat again?”
“okay. For a moment, but clearly, and short enough not to be mistaken.”
“How did he do it?”
“Ugh. It’s a bit embarrassing to say this, but since I’ve already said it this far, there’s no meaning to hide it any more.”
Tirkanzaka briefly explained what had happened. Seeing Toin’s resurrection, he went to the instructor, and asked for electricity to flow through his chest. After that, I wanted to feel my heart beating for a while, so I asked for a massage over and over again.
Shay, realizing the end, responded.
“Then, the two of us have only met… .”
“It was to ask for a massage. It bothered me often.”
“Ugh. Then… .”
Shay shook her head.
I couldn’t come to a conclusion easily, where the hell should I begin.
No matter how vampire he is, he shows his heart against someone who is also an alchemist and a wizard. How much is there without a sense of crisis? The instructor was a sense of crisis class, so I could understand what he did… .
There’s the instructor.
No matter how much you ask, Controlling other people’s bodies with magic is taboo.
So far, it doesn’t look like he’s done anything particularly bad. Level 0 mages are barely escaping from such taboos, and it is unlikely that a powerful being like Tirkanzaka will be easily defeated.
But Shay still couldn’t completely trust the instructor.
Because something terrible, which must have come in the future, has not yet happened.
“Tirkanjaka. Next time you see the instructor, ask this.”
So Shay had to try.
Currently, the one closest to the heart of the founder, the instructor of Tantalus.
Is it bad for him or is it just a favor?
“The dilemma of the homunculus. whether he knows it.”
If you tell me about it, you can think of it as having minimal awareness.
*****
“… when you come suddenly. Yeah? Homunculus dilemma?”
“okay.”
Homunculus’ dilemma, that’s kind of like a warning message.
Why did the regressor tell me to listen to that story?
He can say it himself, but it’s one of them that he had to ask me to listen.
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Maybe he didn’t have the confidence to make the story interesting, so he passed it on to me.
Or is it a warning to me?
hmmm. In the past, I would have paid attention to myself because I thought it was a warning to me, but these days, somehow, the former is a bit more weighty. I shouldn’t be able to speak at all.
That’s why people’s impressions are important. cancer.
“It’s not a very pleasant story. It’s like a ghost story, even the origin of which is unknown. Would you like to hear it though?”
“Should the listener hide the content of the story?”
“If so. Ego. Then we will talk.”
I threw the disc in the distance and started explaining.
There was a father who had a sick child.
The father went around the city looking for his name, but no one could pinpoint the exact name of the child’s disease. It was a rare disease. At that time, it was also called a curse.
If there is a difference between the two, the difference will be whether the lawmakers are troubled or afraid. Even the most respected lawmakers slammed their doors in front of them, and each time they did, his father’s head fell helplessly.
The child’s symptoms got worse as they grew older. The father, unable to see the child weeping in pain every night, resisted everyone’s disapproval and went to the wizard deep in the woods.
The road to the wizard was long and difficult. If there was even a vacant place, the trees and bushes that once stood and looked at were more like a sparse wall rather than a plant, and every time I took a step through them, I felt scratched all over my body. Father smashed the twigs with an axe, and with a small lamp he continued in the direction of the smoke.
hours to do that. A small hut appeared over the dense forest. Father found the wizard’s residence and knocked on the door.
Hearing his father’s desperate story, the wizard was silent. When he finally opened his mouth, he said in an ominous voice to bring the child.
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Maybe it’s because it’s the last remaining Dong-A line? When he said that he would return a healthy child, the father did not have any doubts and nodded his head coldly.
When the father returned home, he carried the sick child and went back the way he had come. One more time because it was never enough to walk that long and rough road, with a child moaning with a hot body hung on his back. It was a forced march that was about to leave, but even in the midst of exhaustion, what flashed in my father’s mind was that he was lucky to have passed this road once.
If he hadn’t gone back and forth twice and cleaned up the twigs, the scratch on his body would have been passed on to the child.
He hung the child and arrived at the wizard’s residence. In the dark night, the wizard laid the child on the bed. Then he left the door telling his father to come back in three days and closed the door. My father went home with a tired and exhausted body.
Tidy up the remaining twigs.
As promised, three days later, my father visited the wizard’s residence. The moment he stepped into the hut, he witnessed an unbelievable sight.
The child jumped into the father’s arms with a lovely smile. There was no more complete sickness or a face distorted by pain. Seeing the innocent smile of a child, the father was happier than ever. The father paid the money with the money he had raised from selling all his fortune, and held the hand of the healthy child and walked with him.
And one day, a year later, the father, seeing the healthy child, decided to visit the wizard once again. The child you healed grew up like this, and we all wanted to say thank you to you. He equally took the child’s hand and visited the wizard’s residence.
It had been a year or so. The twigs grew luxuriantly again, as if ridiculing the hard work of the past. But my father wasn’t worried. Unlike back then, the child was healthy enough to survive a scratch.
Was it the father leading the way? The child passed through the thicket without even a single scratch.
The wizard had just been absent. My father, who had been waiting for it, became anxious as the sun went over Seosan Mountain. The child was still strong, but the father, worried that the child might be exhausted, dared to be rude and opened the door to enter.
Then my father heard a thin moan. The father, who was wondering if there was another patient, hardened his face at the sudden ominous feeling.
Sadly, the premonitions of catastrophe are wonderfully true. This is probably because life is inherently more sensitive to crises.
The groan was too similar to the sound of his child’s sobs in pain he had only heard a year ago. The only difference was that it was more powerless and painful.
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My father went out looking for the sound as if possessed, and opened a thick iron door in the basement. and saw
A child trembling in pain with no strength to cry, hanging from a few strands of thread.
The child, whom his father loves, was dismantled with a saw and a knife, as if parts were removed and used somewhere… .
“It’s like an ordinary ghost story. Sorcerers, who liked to name them later, gave this story a grand nickname because it contained the truth of magic.”
Aji came back with a disc. Reluctantly, I took the disc and flew it away again, and I continued my explanation.
“Magic is the manifestation of one’s will. To unleash one’s own world, one’s own logic into the world. So it has to be very personal.”
I can read thoughts, but the only magic I could use was level 0, which was allowed by everyone. Because the magic achieved through personal experience could not be reproduced even by mind reading.
“That’s why you can’t heal other people’s bodies with magic. If it were to be repaired, it would be the same as discarding the original body and creating a new homunculus, as in the old story… . With that in mind, they teach the grand principle of the homunculus dilemma.”
I believe this should have been a sufficient explanation. Vampires aren’t stupid.
No, are you stupid? Someone wants you to shoot lightning at your body. Thunder came out of nowhere, so I fell on my face in surprise.
He concluded the conversation with the discus returning to his eyes.
“I have a good disciple. It is clear that he was worried about the trainees of Tirkanjaka.”
“… okay.”
The vampire nodded and left without saying a word. I looked at the back and had to throw the discus again because my son was upset.
ugh, that’s weird Is it good to use a disc? It just seems like my working hours have increased and nothing has gotten any better?
“bruise!”
Yes, if you build up favorable feelings like this now, the day will come when you will use it. Let’s be patient for a little while. this is savings
I don’t know if the expiration date will come.
“Oh, come to think of it, didn’t you ask me to give you a massage today?”
Did any wind blow? After yesterday’s class, I thought I was a little sloppy, so I tried to loosen it up a bit before it got messy.
I hope you don’t fall into strange thoughts when you’re alone in your closet.
are you okay? No matter how stupid you are, you wouldn’t do anything more stupid than a thunderbolt, would you?
The disk is back. I looked down at the disc and just rolled it to the ground.
Aji barked dissatisfied.
*****
“You have made a decision, Finlay.”
“Shijoshi… .”
A voice full of emotion is heard in the darkness. Finlay let out a weeping wonder. If he wasn’t a vampire who couldn’t cry, tears would have already been dripping down.
The founder Tirkanjaka sat still and looked at him. Strict words flowed from his bloodless lips.
“They did not show the way. I just said it’s impossible. After all, it is clear that they cannot achieve it.”
“Because they are not nobility of the night. What do ordinary people who are bound by life know?”
“I don’t believe it either. How can a person who is once dead regain a beating heart? That’s why I’m skeptical of your statement that my family has a way. How can you, who move by my power, bring me back to life?”
It was a reasonable opinion.
Facing Sijo’s question, Finlay once again shook his head.
“Sir, time has passed. The world went by and everyone found their own way. Blood magic is more powerful than ever. Unlike ordinary magic, it is a magic created with life and blood. If that is the case, the heart of the founders will be able to revive if it is something that the ignorant and ignorant people do not know and do not know.”
That’s a lie.
A lie that was never allowed in the family, Finlay told it without changing his expression.
There was no tension or excitement. Because he was also a vampire whose heart stopped. Of course, there was a sense of guilt for deceiving the ancestors, but that would have to be repaid with death in the future.
And Finlay was convinced. If this is a lie, you can lure the ancestors outside.
Also, do you know? The Elders and Ain of the Mist Principality, and their powerful and wise vampires, may be able to figure out a way to reclaim the Founder’s Heart.
Will Cheonmin dare to know the secret of hematology? they don’t know anything It’s a hundred times better to go out with vampires than to be here with them.
So this is loyalty. Although Finlay deceived the Sijo, he was still loyal to the Sijo.
So I could deceive myself.
Sijo, who was looking down at Finlay, opened his mouth a bit late.
“I will believe you once. That way, get my heart back.”
“All right! If only you could go up to the ground! I’m in charge… .”
“now.”
“… yes?”
Finlay asked stupidly.
“Try the method you know. It’s okay to fail I am your root, and my power is stronger than all of them combined. If your blood magic is valid, I will be able to recognize the possibility.”
it’s a big deal
If Finlay could sweat, his body would be drenched by now.
Right Now? to replay?
impossible. Because it’s a fake made-up lie.
A shallow lie is trying to reveal the shallow nakedness in front of the proof.
Finlay shook his head even more.
“But, my lord. I have no knowledge of blood magic. I wonder if my insensitive magic will injure the ancestors.”
“It doesn’t matter. Didn’t you say you only see the possibilities? If you’ve seen the magic, you’ll most likely be able to imitate it.”
The Sijo’s name is absolute. Finlay must follow. But having told a lie, Finlay was incapable of fulfilling it.
What should I do? Should I commit the sin of deceit after confessing that I lied even now?
No, if you were going to do that, you shouldn’t have told a lie in the first place.
sign tax. I have already climbed on the back of the mountain. All that’s left is to sprint wherever the end ends.
Dark eyes gleamed in the dark.
“I will take it. Shijo. However, since my power is low, I cannot exert any power if the power of the founder is still there. so.”
In fact, Finlay is well versed in blood magic. His area of expertise is domination. It is the power of engraving the brand of fresh blood and manipulating something with his blood.
Although insignificant Yaling, if. If Sijo allows a little gap.
“Lay down all power for a moment, and reveal your heart before me.”
It’s not blasphemous, it’s not impossible.
As the ancestors wished, they would have a heart that beats at will and not according to its own will.
Obviously, he will not run according to the will of the Sijo.
Showing his true colors. At least the MC is an honorable scumbag!
Tsk