140 – Traces of a friend
Lucia thought that 100 shillings was the price of one candy, but that did not mean that her economic sense was completely ruined.
It costs 700 shillings for one major book, and 500 shillings to go from the academy to the mansion by carriage, depending on the distance.
And, the price of a good quality black iron sword was 30,000 shillings.
Although Shiron broke it, the black iron sword is a good sword. Because of this, Lucia knew that 30,000 shillings was by no means light money.
“What? Thirty-five thousand shillings?”
In the lobby of a hotel in Braham, Lucia opened her eyes wide and asked Chiron.
“Isn’t that net price? How can you rent a room for 35,000?”
“…It’s not 35,000 to rent one, but that’s enough to rent two. And since this is a week’s worth, the longer you stay here, the more you get charged.”
Siron said, handing over one of the keys in his hand to Lucia. Lucia looked at the key she had accepted, unable to keep her mouth shut.
A key without any security magic, nothing special. From there, the gaze shifts. Lucia quickly glanced inside the lobby.
The floor is not even marble, but ordinary sandstone, and the ceiling has ordinary ether lights without a chandelier. There were no statues, no carpets, and the receptionist sitting at the reception desk was unremarkable.
“But per day… per room… divide 35,000 by seven… um.”
After completing the rough calculations in her head, Lucia stared at Siron, her hands shaking.
“Wouldn’t it be better to reduce the number of rooms to one?
“…For your information, there is only one bed per room.”
“I’ll sleep on the floor. And there’s the matter of escorting! What if we share separate rooms and something goes wrong with you?”
“It’s okay because I asked for a room right next to it.”
Siron turned around, got into the elevator, and pressed the button.
“And it won’t be just the cost of lodging to worry about.”
“…What are you talking about?”
“The chickpea soup and barley bread we ate today cost five hundred shillings each. Compared to that, the cost of lodging is a reasonable price.”
“Why is it so expensive when there wasn’t even a single piece of meat? Isn’t that crazy?”
Lucia recalled soup and bread that were thick and tasteless. I wasn’t particularly dissatisfied with the lack of meat because I thought it was an experience of experiencing a unique and foreign culture, but when I heard the price, a fire boiled inside me.
“well.”
Ding-
The elevator door opened and Siron took the lead and answered. Lucia followed him at a brisk pace.
“Isn’t it normal for prices to be this high because it’s a desert where it’s difficult to grow even a single blade of grass? Since most of our food has to be bought from other countries.”
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“…It doesn’t make sense. No matter how much you think about it, it’s not efficient.”
“Why doesn’t that make sense? There are so many pilgrims in the world. Besides, Braham is the easiest place to get to among pilgrimage sites, so more people are bound to flock there.”
pilgrim,
Those who hope to visit all the sanctuaries, which are only three in the world.
Tagore Hill.
Holy place Braham.
The lake of beginning.
Here, Tagore Hill, the place where the demon god died, cannot be accessed because it is in the demon world, and the lake of beginning where the angel handed the holy sword to Kaili is written in the Bible, but is in a place unknown to the people of the world.
Therefore, pilgrims had no choice but to gather at Braham, a place where even those who did not have the status of Buddha can set foot.
Stigmata, revelation, holy sword, devil, evil spirit. There was evidence in this world that could prove the existence of angels and God, and believers could sacrifice as much of their wealth as they wanted to get closer to God.
“As you said, it may be true that you are crazy. The term ‘fanatic’ did not come about for nothing.”
“Ummm…”
“Doesn’t that mean that the progenitor is having a profound influence on future generations? We, the descendants, should be happy.”
“…descendants.”
“It’s late. Let’s just take a shower and sleep. Even though I’m sweating, I don’t feel very good with sand stuck between my clothes.”
With those words, Siron said goodbye to Lucia and entered the room. desert night. The scenery seen through the window was the sunset, turning into a dark blue night sky, and below…
There were spiers blinking white light like stars.
The lights that shine at the tips of the spiers are not ethereal lights. This is a light that I saw a lot in Lucerne, and those were icons that shined as brightly as the prayers of believers gathered together.
‘…It’s worse than Lucerne.’
Lucerne, where the Holy Emperor resides, had a similar scene, but Braham’s night view was even more dazzling than Lucerne.
I have to wake up early to enter Kylie’s mausoleum tomorrow.
Siron blocked the light coming through the window with a curtain. For some reason, looking at that light, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to sleep comfortably.
*
‘A progenitor. Burdeningly.’
On the contrary, Lucia, who broke up with Siron, had a hard time sleeping.
Because Siron brought up the word ‘progenitor’, Lucia unintentionally started thinking about the concerns she had been ignoring.
Prien’s ancestor.
Because there were not enough workers and no materials, at some point I gave up.
This is a story about the Prien family, who claim to be Kylie’s descendants.
‘No matter how much I think about it, I don’t remember giving birth to descendants.’
Kylie died on her way home after completing her warrior’s work. I had a clear memory of my whole body boiling with fever, my limbs crumbling and my breathing stopping.
‘It’s not like I was playing around with necromancy.’
I try to think of what-if possibilities, but the solutions are quickly erased from my mind.
Seira said that necromancy is not very effective as it goes against the will of heaven.
As necromancy was a vicious art of manipulating the dead, it was necessary to sacrifice the life of the caster, and the higher the ‘status’ of the person being ministered to, the more lives it required, so even those who actually mastered black magic did not mainly use necromancy.
Moreover, at the time of his death, there was no black magician who could properly handle necromancy, let alone a black magician worthy of Kylie’s level.
Because Kylie killed all those who were known as great warlocks.
Then, suddenly, a thought bit my tail.
Seira and the one-horned Yuma. It occurred to me that two people with memories from 500 years ago might definitely know the truth.
The whirlpool of thoughts uncontrollably engulfs Lucia’s consciousness.
One-horned yuma.
A demon that somehow claims to be a species of humans.
‘Prien’s progenitor. This is the place where Kylie received the holy sword from the messenger of God.’
Was it when you were staying at Dawn Castle? Yuma had said something like that to Lucia.
In other words, it seemed as if Yura was the messenger of God. However, Yura was an ordinary human being and died before Kylie.
Kylie saw it with her own eyes, so the messenger of God and Yura are probably different people.
‘…it’s okay.’
Lucia played with her still wet hair and hugged the blanket.
‘Let’s stop thinking. I have to focus on Siron now.’
Although nothing happened today, you never know when something will happen. Since it was confirmed that not only the one-horned Yuma but also Jaganata were alive, it would not be surprising if a dangerous situation occurred at any time.
Lucia chewed the corner of the blanket, vowing to herself, “I’ll definitely do it next time.”
*
next day.
The group, which avoided times when there were many pilgrims, left the hotel as soon as they were ready. There were quite a few people, but luckily we didn’t have to wait in line.
Upon entering Kylie’s mausoleum, Lucia raised her head and looked at the statue at the entrance.
‘…It’s the same.’
I’m not sure who sculpted it, but it was clearly someone who watched Kylie closely. Although she looked a little more dignified, the jawline, the height of her nose… and her sharp eyes were exactly like Kylie’s.
A majestic figure holding the holy sword in one hand and raising it high. It was a statue that symbolized Kylie in her days when she was famous as a warrior.
And next to it…
There was a wizard with a mangled face and a headless woman with even more severe disfigurement.
‘The wizard is Sei, is that Yura?’
Lucia shifted her gaze and took a closer look at the statue.
‘Andrzej’s appearance and Vinella’s appearance still remain.’
In addition, there are also images of spearmen holding huge spears and dwarves holding shields. Their faces remain.
‘Why were only the statues of Yura and Seira broken?’
Lucia had such a question, but because Siron had moved away from her and entered deeper into the mausoleum, she could not look at the statue for long.
Lucia followed closely next to Siron. Siron, conscious of her following him, followed the information board deeper and deeper into the mausoleum. The destination is the innermost structure. Siron brought up memories from the past.
‘They said that you will naturally understand it when you come to the sacred place called Latera.’
And finally, Siron and Lucia entered the deepest part.
I saw a huge tombstone. A milky-white headstone erected when Kylie died. Is it about 2 meters high?
As this is the center of the holy place, many people were gathered here. Siron tried to squeeze through the crowd of people to get closer to the monument.
Kylie’s body will be enshrined in the hero’s house where Latera is located, so the entrance to the hero’s house must be there.
‘Maybe there are other clues.’
When I was playing Reincarnation Kenshin, I didn’t pay much attention to it because I couldn’t see it in detail anyway, but now that it’s become a reality, I wonder if there’s at least some intelligible text? Siron quietly gazed at the tombstone with such thoughts in mind.
As expected, there were words written on the tombstone.
“…”
Makes you unable to take your eyes off,
A phrase written neatly in a somewhat familiar handwriting.
[For Hyunjun, who I always miss.]
‘……what is this.’
that
It was the handwriting of a guy I saw every day from when I was young until I became an adult.
“what the…”
Siron laughed.
Traces of previous possession that I encountered unexpectedly.
It has already become impossible to meet. It was Shin Yu-ra’s handwriting… When I saw it, my heart sank and I had a hard time breathing.
“……What.”
I felt my nose getting cold. My eyes got watery and I felt like I had to sniffle awkwardly.
I thought I had managed to forget it, but with just this small trace, my old feelings for him burst out.
[In memory of my dear friend Kylie.]
The text below was so unimportant that it didn’t even catch my eye.