155 – You will burn for the rest of your life.
“Are you here?”
That greeting was over.
Sagrak, sagrak.
In this quiet place, the only sound is the flan turning the pages. His gaze was also directed at the magic book, not Trixie.
Soon when it reached the last chapter, Plan picked up a new magic book. And he quickly skimmed from the first chapter to the last.
After looking at the mana for a long time, he murmured at some point.
“I don’t understand.”
Flan couldn’t understand Isaac.
A wizard proves everything. Because Plan had always thought that way, he could not understand Isaac’s heart when he burned himself to prove his daughter.
If Louis, Trixie and Becky. If the people he recognized as gemstones had come forward to do such a thing, they would have prevented them from doing so by tying up their limbs.
“But.”
With a thud, Plan closed the book.
“It is not that I do not support.”
A calm word.
He quietly places a flower in front of the tombstone. It was Jasmine, the symbol of Fritz. It was dark, so I couldn’t see him well, but his face seemed more gentle than usual.
“….”
Trixie stared blankly at Flan.
He didn’t know what to think, much less what to say or do, so that was all Trixie could do now.
“I had a hard time.”
Flan murmured.
But the words were not spoken to Trixie, but to the tombstone. His distant gaze seemed to be looking at something beyond the tombstone.
“I’ve never seen such an idiot before.”
Old world.
A woman who loved Plan even though she was born a witch. She was a woman who only wished for Plan’s happiness, and studied only things for Plan’s success throughout her life.
A woman who even broke the oath of witches in the end.
“But, why are there so many idiots….”
There are always fools who regard other people’s happiness as their own, even when wishing for her own happiness is not enough.
“You are lucky.”
Plann sat down on one knee of hers, placing his hand on the remains of the tombstone.
“Somehow, I managed to leave behind the spell, and the person who can decipher it is also here.”
The girl from the previous world left nothing behind.
She was pulverized and scattered the moment she broke her witch’s oath, and as a punishment she couldn’t leave her name or image behind, so Plan can’t remember her name or her face exactly.
She only vaguely remembers her existence.
But they won’t.
“Rest. Trixie will make a great wizard.”
Flan started to raise mana.
A bluish light unique to Mana spread in the dark space, and soon hexagon-shaped magic circles began to unfold one after another in the air.
Sssss─
I did my best to concentrate.
She started out simply out of her curiosity for her ancient runes, but now, mixed with her pity for her in her former world, she is determined to fully awaken her spell.
“Trixie.”
Broken tombstones regain their original positions and stick together. However, it did not stick to the previous rectangular shape.
Single pieces of stone resonated and changed their positions, then attached as if attracted by a magnet, forming the shape of a jasmine flower.
“Don’t miss a moment.”
This time I didn’t mean to look at the techniques and principles.
What I’m trying to convey is just the form of a spell. At the same time, a small prize given to her for her admiration for surpassing herself.
The tombstone in the shape of a jasmine burns blue and changes the space within seconds. It creates two people who are all too familiar to Trixie.
“… !”
They were Trixie’s parents.
She’s a mother I’ve never seen her face a few times. She was always strict and her father seemed to hate her.
They were holding a newborn child in their arms. It is a scene that Trixie never knew, a memory she had never seen or heard of.
But Trixie knows who the baby is.
Yourself.
Her man and woman laughed profusely as if they had taken over her whole world, even though they were only in her mansion’s room. No, it seems that the small creature in their arms was a world to them.
“Ah….”
Trixie involuntarily closed her eyes. However, the scene of the tombstone’s spell becomes clear again.
“Dad.”
It unfolds like a fantasy, but it is by no means a fantasy, a landscape that actually existed one day in the past.
“Mom.”
There was no lie in their smiles. The two were genuinely happy the day they got Trixie.
My eyelids trembled at first, but the vibration soon spread throughout my body.
A drop of tear rolls down my cheek. As it formed on the tip of his chin, Flan’s voice was heard.
“If you want to light something, burn yourself first.”
As usual, calm and weak voice.
“I thought this was Fritz’s family motto.”
Trixie barely opened her eyes. Flan was looking at him in the blue shining world.
“There is nothing to be afraid of, nothing to hesitate about.”
The only thing hidden in those red eyes is sincerity.
“You will burn for the rest of your life. Certainly.”
Stumbling around, Trixie unknowingly fell into Plan’s arms as if possessed.
“… I’ll borrow it for a moment.”
The tears that I thought would stop after a while do not know how to stop.
The girl’s tears wet her man’s chest, but the man did not blame it. Just like she always did, she just stood firm in her position.
“For a moment, for a moment.”
She was about to burn fiercely.
Until the day she is far out of her mother’s shadow and her Isaac’s death will not be in vain. So that my father, whose emotions have become dull, can smile brightly again.
It will burn brightly.
A lifetime.
A lifetime.
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A week later.
The inner chamber of the second princess, Aurora.
Only two days left until the beginning of the dawn butterfly collection on Lacheln Hill, the moment when Aurora was resting her chin on her chin as usual.
“Woe, Princess!”
A eunuch looked in front of Aurora with an urgent face.
It wouldn’t be strange if she took responsibility seriously, but since her face looked so urgent, Aurora asked first.
“Why are you like that? Like a rat running away.”
“You are back!”
“Hmm?”
Aurora’s head tilted to one side. However, after thinking about it for a while, her second princess’s face cools down.
“Isn’t Yusia’s return making her fuss so much?”
“No. No. Not the third princess… !”
If it wasn’t the third princess, who else would make a fuss like this?
As if to give an answer to Aurora, who had such a question, someone entered the boudoir with steady footsteps.
“… ?”
After checking her face, Aurora involuntarily narrowed her eyebrows.
A calm-looking woman. No, rather than saying that she is calm, it would be more appropriate to say that she sinks deeply.
Long hair falling light purple and black eyes made it easy to guess the character of the main character who appeared in the boudoir.
It’s cold.
A normal human being would be so average.
But she was invisible to Aurora. Anyone who knows the identity of this woman will comment on her.
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‘It’s empty.’
Niobi.
The first princess of the imperial family.
The one who cuts emotions, a monster that is evaluated as the closest to the sword character among existing knights.
Niobi stared at the aurora for a while with empty eyes. Acting as if this was an ordinary place, Aurora didn’t like her.
“Even if you don’t have emotions, you might be polite…. She must have said before that she should stop coming over on her own.”
“It is said that I have been away from the palace for a long time, but I am polite.”
At first glance, there seems to be no problem with the tone, but that is just something that has been ‘learned’.
If you actually face it and listen to it, it’s bizarre. A voice without any intonation. Literally everything is empty except for the concept of ‘sound’.
The emptiness of human horror melted in Niobi’s voice.
“Courtesy….”
“Tsk.”
Aurora just clicked her tongue as Niobi muttered the words and began to meditate. No matter how angry she gets, it’s no use. Because the other person has no feelings in the first place.
“So, what happened to the imperial palace?”
Only then did Naiobi nod her head.
“Racheln Hill.”
“Why is that hill?”
“I heard that she starts collecting the dawning butterflies after three days.”
“Yes. Why is that?”
“I will observe.”
Niobi rummaged in her arms and she pulled out a scroll. She shows it to Aurora as if to look at it. She’s still expressionless.
That was familiar even to Aurora’s eyes.
“That’s Plan, that bastard’s three-dimensional painting…. Aha.”
She then raised the corner of her mouth as if she understood.
“I couldn’t believe it, but are you interested too?”
“Interesting.”
Niobi muttered the words.
“Interesting.”
“Interesting.”
“Interesting.”
She muttered three times after that.
“I don’t know.”
She just muttered that.
Weirdo