“But in terms of the overall framework of how to use power, Cassena might be closer to him than you.”
In that evaluation, Cassena felt more embarrassed than I was. Arakish waved his hand as if to correct the misunderstanding.
“Of course, it’s still disappointing to compare it to him, but it’s a story that I was able to see such a possibility.”
Arakish said that he paid attention to the fact that Cassena drew a magic square on her palm before responding to an unexpected situation.
But isn’t that assessment a bit too old-fashioned? Most Remediare type wizards leave an index on the page just in case of such a situation.
As Arakish uttered a dragon word while pondering such a question, spear blades, blades, and arrowheads of flame were formed in order from her left and right and behind her back.
“As this Arakish remembers, Karenden always fought in this way.”
“… … ?”
「As few as four, as many as ten… … You built up the power that you decided would be necessary for the given situation. To be able to take it out and use it right away when the time is right.”
what the hell is that… … I let out a dumbfounded laugh, and Cassena pinched my elbow.
“Don’t just admire Lane, give me an explanation!”
“It’s just something, in a way that doesn’t make sense. I can’t even follow. No, not all wizards can do it?”
“My mother too?!”
Yes, President Madelia is below me.
To explain it in a Remidière-type magic usage method, you can float a piece of paper with 90% of the magic square drawn on it in the air, and then activate the magic by drawing the remaining 10% whenever necessary.
Since magic isn’t fully established, it’s only natural that it’s easy to change runes or correct math equations right before use.
‘It’s not just about casting the magic you need. Can you imagine bringing the tools? A tool that can be quickly assembled.’
The reason for the obvious limitation of the Remidière type was that it could not completely control the variable situation.
It’s convenient to understand it as the structure of a puzzle, but should we forcibly insert a puzzle with a similar shape instead of a puzzle that fits perfectly in its place?
But the way Karenden used it… … As if it should be said that not only Remidière, but also all of the shortcomings of the Jorchen type were made up for.
But no matter how much I think about it, I don’t understand.
“The magic either didn’t activate, or it activated… … It’s not even a word, how is that possible?”
In response to my question, Arakish explained calmly as if to tell me.
“The power you call magic is no different from the power that Karenden used in the first place and the miracle that fairies use. It just made it easier to use.”
The first offspring, fairies, were able to wield the miracles of all the gods, in contrast to mankind, who could only use the miracles of Tersia.
Terbel’s deity of thunder.
The deity of blood madness in Shurigan.
Maxentia’s deity of the window, etc.
Of course, unlike magic, only those who were anointed as priests and priests could use miracles because they were exclusive to a very small minority.
I had seen ‘Wandering Judge Simian’ once during my Lean days, and its power was so powerful that it could be called a miracle.
But that miracle was actually the same system as magic?
The fairies used to sarcastically say that humans did not deserve to use miracles, so they created magic to imitate them.
“But aren’t miracles and magic completely different from each other? Miracles are prayers. Magic is calculating.”
「No, all the powers the gods received from the Mother of Light are the powers of prayer. It’s not about calculations or calculations, it’s not the realm of reason.”
power of origin? Wasn’t that the power that the Paquilorians use to wake up the Polar Satellite Sword?
If you go up further, will it lead to the deity of ＜Things that came＞? If I had known this was going to happen, I would have asked Rista in detail.
Arakish, who had been thinking for a while, suddenly looked at me.
“Yeah, I guess I understand now. The reason why you can’t handle dragon words unlike Cassena.”
“Huh, what is it?”
“You are trying to control your power too rationally. The power of gods and the power of dragon words are not like that. It is to hope, to wish, to receive.”
What are you hoping for?
Was it because Kasena desperately wanted to walk, and was relatively free in the realm of mathematics thanks to her kinship limits, was able to quickly learn how to use dragons.
Hmm… … The ‘magic is to contain the heart’ that the dean’s lady said, can it be seen as an extension of that thought?
“There is nothing to be impatient about. If you think about it carefully and think about it again, the answer will come.”
“after… … I have to live an incredibly long time to be 100 years old. I have no choice but to be impatient.”
“No, it’s okay. With that temper of yours, you will be able to reach it someday. Because you smell like Karenden-sama.”
Arakish smiled kindly and patted my head three times, and Cassena folded her arms and shook her head.
“That’s right, if it’s Rain, you can reach it! You are very smart!”
At the time, in my embarrassment, I couldn’t understand why Arakish was referring to temper rather than brain agility or technical prowess.
However, looking back later, wouldn’t that be the milestone leading to the truth?
The lamp leading to the truth that Jinryong, who has lived all the way from the era of origin, has thought deeply and deeply for me and explained it to me.
But the reason why I really realize this later, maybe it’s because I’ll receive something more precious after a while.
* * *
The three of us camped always with a clear distribution of roles.
Arakish builds a fire around him like a barrier (a mine-type dragon that ignites immediately when the dead appear) to ensure the safety of the camp. Cassena learns by watching and copying them.
In the meantime, at the bonfire at the center of the barrier, I cooked simple dishes with the game Pippi had hunted or the ingredients Griffion provided.
“Arakish?”
But today something was subtle.
I wanted to go to work on the barrier only with Cassena and Pippi, but Arakish stayed by my side and closely watched my work.
“never mind. I just want to remember how to cook.”
Hey, Jinryong cooks?
As I said before, dragons absorb energy from Mother Nature from the moment they become adults, so they do not consume any food.
Arakish also ate grilled skewers once because Cassena recommended him so much, but he had never seen him eat anything until now.
“Are you going to cook? why?”
Since it was such a strange thing, I was curious and asked it lightly, but Arakish kept his mouth shut for a long time.
In the forest north of this barrier, where neither birds chirped nor insects chirped, only the pine trees swaying in the wind made a sound.
Then, when Cassena came back, she turned the basket she was carrying on her back and placed her hand on the dragon egg inside.
“This daughter of Arakish will have no memories to light up her heart.”
“… … ?”
“In this cold-cold empire, there are no friends to share my childhood with, and no scenery to capture in my heart. You will be born and live in a land of only cold, fear and madness.”
Alaqish, who was stroking the dragon egg with a young touch, smiled sadly.
“But if this Arakish can make food with a rich flavor, albeit clumsily… … Wouldn’t there be something to remember?”
I was momentarily speechless. What could you have said then?
It had never been expressed, but it was painful for Arakish, four thousand years of living here. That’s why I’m worried.
The life of her daughter, who, like herself, will have to live alone on this earth for eternity… … My people are far to the south.
– Lin.
– Lin.
– Sabu.
– Lin.
Maybe it’s because I know the grief of those who have to live with all the ties they’ve built up throughout their lives cut off.
“Come with us, Arakish.”
Is that why, for the first time in my life, I am just talking haphazardly without thinking about it?
“In the first place, it is impossible to monitor from the north of the wall now. Isn’t that the yard where the prisoners are also evacuating?”
“… … !”
“The Fire Dragon might definitely use Arakish in a better place. What if I ask you to go back? You can go back then.”
Cassena, at a loss for what to do with the heavy atmosphere, immediately nodded.
“that’s right! go with me! Who can say what?”
Arakish’s golden dragon’s eyes seemed to grow with anticipation, but then they sank powerlessly.
“impossible. The mission given to the Balaur with their name is absolute.”
“I have a fire dragon and a kite. Maybe the story will go well. It’s real.”
“stop. I think he gave me the name Alakishi (mission) because he knew this kind of life.”
Alaqish, who kindly placed his hand on Lane’s head, spoke in a completely different voice.
Dragons are given a name at birth. And lives up to its name. For reference, Yoshhar has the meaning of benevolence (仁愛) as a dragon word.
In that direction of life, the name Arakish was given was too harsh. When you say mission, do you mean to live and die as you are commanded?
“still… … I’m really happy with your heart.”
And then, all of a sudden, his face was filled with a smile, and he laughed, wasn’t he?
It was surprising that the red dragon smiled, but it was really embarrassing to burst into laughter like this.
「Fufufu, I can’t believe this Alakishi asked me to go south with him. You are the first person to say such a thing.”
Everyone took it for granted that Arakish was here watching over the Abyss… … .
Was it a daydream that came to mind like the spring sun along with the quiet sound of a bell in Arakish’s head at that time?
Was it the scene of a dream where she, her daughter, Rain and Cassena, laughing and chatting as they headed south to the legion, somewhere in a grassy meadow where the warm southern sunlight shone dazzlingly?
Because it is a dream that cannot come true, a daydream, it can be so beautiful and so sad… … Arakish smiled bitterly.
“Maybe that’s why the fact that I have to part with you guys tomorrow makes me feel indescribably regretful.”
Rain and Cassena lowered their eyes and closed their mouths miserably.
Arakish did everything for us, but he was so angry at his helplessness that all he could do was teach us how to cook… … .
The red dragon always had the scent of burning firewood on a winter day, but today the scent felt more ephemeral and sadder.
“Then, shall we start cooking right away?”
So let’s do what I can do now. For Arakish to cook the best food for her daughter.
that’s my answer
A wreath dedicated to the dragon who has kept its mission for a thousand years, and to you who have protected and guided us this far.
“Well, I’ll take a good look and remember.”
“No. Because cooking is important to try yourself.”
“… … I’ll try it later when I’m alone.”
“Write it! Because we have to do it together. Come on, follow me.”
Arakish hesitated for a moment, perhaps ashamed of showing his immature skills, but quickly learned how to prepare, cook, and season the food.
By the time the world turned to dusk, the arctic rabbit skewers were complete.
Mine was great in terms of aesthetics, while Arakish’s meat was crooked and charred, starting with the skewered meat.
“Okay, then eat!”
If it were me, I would have hesitated when I thought of Arakish’s dragon food, but Cassena, who had never been victimized, bravely (?) held up two skewers at the same time and bit them in turn.
There was something fresh about Arakish’s expression as he watched Cassena munching on the meat, which made him smile.
And flowers bloomed on Cassena’s face as she swallowed the meat after a long time as if she were enjoying a gourmet meal.
“Wow, it’s really good! Both!”
Arakish looked at me in disbelief with a distrustful expression. I said as I picked up a skewer made by Arakish.
“The person who taught me magic often made me cook. He said it was because the core principles of cooking and magic are similar.”
“Cooking and magic?”
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“Both magic and cooking mean putting your heart into it… … Arakish will surely be able to make a good dish.”
Arakish looked at me with surprised eyes, then nodded with a faint smile.
“Yeah, I really hope so.”
Then I heard a rustle in the bushes behind me.
There must be barriers, but how… … Cassena, who was the first to turn to that side, gasped.
The next moment staggeringly appeared in front of our eyes was a wolf. I muttered.
“White wolves… … ?”
It seems that it was a sign of fate.
A signal sent just before the ties that bloomed faintly and fleetingly in this land of severe cold were cut off.