108 – coming-of-age ceremony (2)
Meanwhile, fireworks were flying in the dance hall in the middle of the night.
Late at night. Snow falling softly. A flash of light that appears occasionally in a rainy landscape. If I could think of a reason for that, there was only one reason.
Couplet.
A situation occurred in the training center where two girls facing each other pointed knives at each other. And it’s been half an hour.
However, there was something strange about the sparring taking place in front of my eyes. I wonder if it can be called a normal sparring, to the point where the answer doesn’t come right away.
‘Strange couplet.’
Maid Jaina followed the flames in the air with her eyes.
The fireworks fluttering across the spacious training ground bounced and scattered widely. This is due to the mana contained in the sword fluttering in the air. Up to that point, there were parts that vaguely resembled a bit of a bloody sparring. However, unlike the fluttering swords, those sparring remained steadfast.
‘Could this be called sparring?’
The sparring that Jaina knew was essentially a fight, not a fight to the death to measure each other’s skills. But now, the swords swinging in the air never aimed at the opponent’s body. They just mix and collide with each other.
and,
Kak-
Feeling dizzy, Lucia’s sword fell into the snow.
About half an hour or so. If it’s long, it’s long, if it’s short, it’s a short time. The sparring is over. Hwaruk – Jaina created a flame in the air to light up the darkness.
The girls reflected in the light looked exhausted to anyone who saw them. Even if it wasn’t sparring like sparring, it didn’t mean Jaina’s job had changed, so the maid approached Lucia holding two dry towels.
“Thank you for your effort.”
“…thank you.”
Lucia accepted the towel, and then the towel was held out to Siriel.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
“thank you.”
There were subtle differences in the maid’s service, but Siriel did not make a fuss about them.
‘It’s funny to impose human standards on the devil.’
Siriel, who did not even feel upset, glanced at Lucia in front of her.
I can see the sweat beads on the tip of my chin and my red cheeks. Siriel touched the towel that covered her forehead.
It wasn’t wet.
Perhaps because of the cold air, Siriel did not break a sweat even though she used telekinesis magic for about half an hour. Siriel clutched the towel tightly.
‘Lucia is not familiar with magic. Magic to become special… Is this the answer?’
A thought I have had many times.
You can’t defeat Lucia with swordsmanship alone.
Because they had sparred with each other hundreds and thousands of times, there were cases where Siriel beat Lucia, but if you look at the numbers alone, the probability of Siriel beating Lucia was only in the single digits. However, when measured using only magic, Siriel was able to easily win.
“…ha.”
Siriel raised her head and looked at the night sky.
A shower of snow formed in the field of vision, followed by white breath blowing out into the air.
‘…I’m glad I can outrun magic at least.’
Siriel, with a serious expression on her face, approached Lucia.
“What do you think? Isn’t my telekinesis magic quite useful at this level?”
Siriel spoke to Lucia with a gentle smile. Lucia, seeing her slightly triumphant expression, took a deep breath and answered.
“Great.”
It was a short answer, but Lucia truly thought so. This was not because she was not good at magic, but because Siriel’s swordsmanship using telekinesis was so good that it was practical enough.
The training ground of Dawnseong Fortress, where it is cold all year round. Additionally, as night fell, the temperature dropped even further. In a place like this, he maintains his body temperature with mana and at the same time uses magic so skillfully. Even in his entire life, there are not many experts like him.
This is especially true if you are a girl who has barely reached the age of fifteen.
‘Prien is a monster.’
What kind of apostle does Prien fight?
Lucia’s questions continued to linger.
In my head, I knew that Glenn was fighting them, but it felt distant as I was living the life of an ordinary girl, attending the academy and beating up unlucky students.
But ever since coming to Dawn Castle and meeting Glenn, that thought has never left my mind.
‘Glen Frien is stronger than me.’
Even if she were to fight with Kylie in her prime, it would be considered a close match.
There is energy and composure that exudes from people even when swords are not crossed. Although it is not a good memory, Kylie’s level of fighting for humanity is something to be proud of, and it is a measure of Lucia’s strength.
To be honest, Glenn looked like a corpse like that.
There appears to be no wounds on the body.
On the other hand, he seemed like a person with an empty heart.
After he got stronger, I thought about grabbing him by the collar and beating him hard when I saw his face, but Glenn didn’t seem like a living person to the point where those feelings cooled down.
I wanted to point out why they kidnapped you.
I wanted to ask what the family that impersonated my name was…
“What if…?”
“Yes?”
A voice suddenly struck me, interrupting my train of thought. Siriel was looking at Lucia with sparkling eyes.
“Practicality of Psychokinesis Magic. If you can handle it to this extent, wouldn’t it be possible to use it in real battle?”
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“Ah… that’s right.”
Returning to reality, the corner of Lucia’s mouth went up slightly.
I hated the family called Prien, and I hated Glenn, but I liked Siriel.
“Practical… Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to move the body vigorously at the same time as using psychokinesis magic?”
If Prien is a family that blocks the apostles, then Syriel will definitely fight the apostles. Even if not, her goal is to become a strong hero,
“It’s good to move the body, but it might be good to increase the number of objects that can be moved, or to develop it in the direction of applying strong energy.”
Lucia thinks about the direction to take with the heart of nurturing disciples.
If you ask Siron what the reincarnated Lucia values most, those are the only two things.
‘It’s like a cursed past life, but there’s a good side to it because it’s a crisis.’
There was someone who saw the girls talking so loudly.
Knock, knock, knock – The sound of snow crashing from afar grew closer.
“It’s a good relationship.”
When I looked where the voice came from, I saw red hair.
Glenn Frien.
“At that age, you would feel dizzy whether you win or lose. It is a blessing to pursue mutual improvement without being obsessed with winning.”
“…”
Lucia looked at Glenn, who approached with a happy smile, with a sullen face.
“Were you still watching?”
“Are you offended by watching silently?”
At Lucia’s question, Glenn smiled disapprovingly.
As far as he knows, Lucia’s age is the most sensitive time. I wondered what to do if I thought it was insidious for a strange man who hadn’t even acted as a father properly, watching from a place he couldn’t see.
Fortunately, contrary to concerns, Lucia slapped her head at Glenn.
“It’s not like that.”
Lucia looked up at the red-haired man.
‘What is this person? Are you smiling this time?’
“I was seeing an opportunity.”
“opportunity?”
“yes.”
Lucia nodded without losing her guard. And then he looked to the side as if he had decided on something.
“Ciriel. I have something to talk about alone with the matriarch.”
“…okay.”
Siriel bowed her head to Glenn and entered the castle. Siriel did not want to disturb the family reunion that they had not seen in a long time.
Lucia, who was watching the back of her friend walking away, shifted her gaze to Glenn.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?”
“of course.”
*
Glenn Frien.
The first meeting with him that Lucia remembers was not good to be honest.
The day after my mother died in this life. Even before the sadness subsided, a stranger came to the cabin.
‘I am your father.’
The man immediately said that. But Lucia never believed that.
Although the red hair and golden eyes resembled each other, what he did afterward was not at all the way he treated his own daughter.
human trafficker. That was my first impression of Glenn.
To be honest, as it is now, Glenn wasn’t in a very good mood then. At the time, I thought my second life was ending like this when a unkempt man carried it over my shoulder like a kidnapping.
‘If I hadn’t mentioned that I was Kylie’s descendant, I would have run away.’
Dalkak-
As she continued to think about this and that, a teacup was placed in front of Lucia. It was strange to talk outside in a snowstorm, so the venue was moved to the reception room on the first floor.
“Do you enjoy drinking tea?”
“…yes.”
“Thank goodness.”
The corners of Glenn’s mouth, who was sitting on the sofa across from him, rose slightly.
Earlier he was acting like he was the end of the world, but now he is laughing.
An unknown human… That was how she felt, but Lucia soon shook her head.
‘Unless you have bipolar disorder, you can ask.’
Rebirth. Prien. Prophecy… There were still many questions that were not answered through the fragmentary conversation I heard 7 years ago. The same goes for the prophecy that Siron once said.
Lucia recalled the elements that had been stuck in her heart until now.
“I have a lot of questions for you, matriarch.”
“I see.”
I intentionally used a term that distanced me, but fortunately Glenn didn’t seem to mind.
But the problem was somewhere else.
“But as it happens, I can’t answer every question you have.”
“…Why?”
Lucia’s eyes were dark. what. Is there something I can’t tell you even if I ask you?
Glenn stared at Lucia and sipped his tea.
“There are many limitations to the power of prophecy. Maintaining an unrivaled ability is quite a task.”
“…Then. Please answer only what you can. Surely that’s not enough?”
“I don’t think trying itself is a bad thing.”
Glenn nodded, feeling the burden on his heart for Lucia. Lucia pursed her lips as she chose her words.
“Why did you kidnap me?”
“Next question.”
Wow, it was a misfire from the first time. Lucia had no choice but to ask the second question she was concerned about.
“What on earth is a prophecy?”
Many questions came to mind, but the topic of prophecy just came up, so Lucia decided to ask that first. I was concerned about Siron’s prophecy, but there was something that bothered me even more.
dream.
A vivid dream of a sword being driven into Siron’s chest.
Fortunately, it seems that there are no restrictions on answering the prophecy.
“The prophecy is the family’s vision to fight against the apostle. Without it, no matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to fight against the apostle who received God’s blessing.”
“Is prophecy really possible?”
“okay.”
Glenn answered calmly and stroked his hair. It’s natural to have doubts. Because Glenn couldn’t really feel it until he experienced it himself.
“My father glimpsed the future through dreams, and in my case, it just popped into my head at some point. The methods are slightly different, but the fact that I know what will happen in the future remains the same.”
“…”
What will happen in the future. Lucia recalled an ominous dream she had had.
“Does something that will happen… mean that it will definitely happen?”
“You don’t look good. Are you sure you want to hear it?”
Lucia nodded as she looked at the cold tea in front of her. Feeling a little regret, Glenn closed his eyes.
“That’s right. Once you predict the future, that future doesn’t change.”
“…”
“However, prophecy occurs in a way that can be responded to. It is predicted from which direction the opponent will attack. It is also possible to predict which area the opponent will appear in. And in my case, I use that information in a way that is beneficial to me. .”
“Are you sure you can’t change the future?”
“okay.”
Glenn narrowed his closed eyes.
“It looks like you saw something.”
“…yes.”
“How did you see it?”
“It’s a dream.”
Lucia answered indifferently, but Glenn’s gaze caught her hand subtly wiggling.
The conversation ended there, but there was nothing more to ask.
Even without using the power of prophecy, it was natural that the content of the dream was not good based on Lucia’s facial expressions and gestures.
‘They’re already prophesying.’
“…Sometimes when you make prophecies, you get confused with nightmares.”
Under the circumstances, what Lucia did was a prophecy. But Glenn gave an ambiguous answer.
“It’s not a prophecy, it’s just a dream?”
If you answer like this, Lucia’s face will brighten.
but,
“Just think of it as a nightmare.”
“…What is that?”
“The story is that if you treat it as a nightmare, you will feel at ease.”
Glenn hoped that his daughter, whom he had not seen in a long time, would survive.
Even more so than being close to my daughter.