(EP.130) Nova #1
130 – Ars Nova #1
Wednesday morning.
After I finished my lecture on understanding the ancient language, I headed to the boardroom. Accompanying me is Mirna Draco, whom I attended lectures with.
“Is it true that Professor Balan has awakened?”
“I heard that. I think I will have to go and see the details for myself first.”
“I wish there could be some helpful talk.”
Mirna was more concerned than I was that Balaan had come to his senses.
Johnny, who raided the cemetery of the Draco family and destroyed most of the remains of the dragon infantry. Of course, there are many things I want to ask about Professor Balan.
Of course, I was also interested in Professor Balan for personal reasons.
「Gamigin: High necromancy magic. The living can be made puppets. The higher the caster’s hierarchy, the greater the effect.”
The high-level necromancer Gamigin that I acquired was a magic that manipulated Professor Balan like a puppet.
To be precise, it could be said that the magic itself had a single personality and will, and was wearing Professor Balaan’s shell.
how the hell did that happen
I would like to ask how you got Solomon’s secret magic. I thought it might be a hint to acquire other high-ranking magic if done well.
It was around the time when I entered the main building and tried to push the door to enter the meeting room of the board of directors.
“for a moment.”
Mirna Draco stopped me and called me.
“What’s going on?”
“Before I go in, I’ll let you tidy up my clothes. Let’s see this side here.”
Sreak, Sreak.
Mirna fixed my collar and combed my hair.
I was embarrassed for a moment because I remembered the touch of my teachers when I was young, but Mirna’s face was so serious that I decided to just keep quiet.
“Come on, that’s it. Who would become Draco’s son-in-law? You should always be able to keep your body clean and tidy. Do you know?”
“All right.”
“Then I’ll give you this as a present.”
Shh.
Mirna brought something to me. It is a round, flat object with a handle attached to it. It was a mirror.
「Mirror of the Spirit: A sparkling mirror. When a light shines on it, it reflects the bright light. This kind of light has an effect on the Spirit.”
Since the letters come up, I think it might be better to call them magic items or artifacts that have been given special magic or effects… .
“It sounds like a pretty good thing. Are you giving me this?”
“okay. Every time I look in this mirror in the future, I reflect on myself with the greatest significance of being part of the Draco family. Do you know?”
“All right.”
It’s been a long time since I’ve received a gift, so I feel good. The door to the conference room opened with excitement as I carefully put the mirror in the pouch on my waist.
When I and Mirna entered the room, I could see quite a few people already in the conference room, sitting at the long round table, buzzing.
Seeing the high-spirited hats and long beards that soared into the sky reminded me of seeing them when I was in school.
Wizards of the Five Mang Castles – The wise men of Hirod.
“Sir Gospel, come here.”
An old man in a white cape pushed the chair and got up.
His name was probably Hynax.
Hynax, the white sage, saw Mirna Draco who was with me, took off his hat, and lightly bowed his head.
“Did the Lady of the White Dragon also come with you? On behalf of the White Hynax and the High Road Sage Association, I will greet the young lady’s family and hard work.”
There is a respectable side for her attitude toward women three or four times younger than her.
Mirna, the young chieftain of Draco, a high-ranking sage on the continent, is a great being that cannot be underestimated. Sages are also educated beings.
“Sage Hynax. It’s been a long time since we met like this.
Mirna grabbed the right end of the school uniform skirt and spread it out to the elderly, and bowed her head lightly.
That posture was one of the etiquettes of the nobles, but neither Elgar nor Ai were the kind of person who would adopt such a polite manner, so it had been a long time since I had seen it in person, so I had a strange feeling.
Hynax said as he kissed the back of Mirna’s gloved white hand.
“I express my condolences to my father. Sir Aleister, as an honorary member and greatest supporter of the High Road Mountaineering Society, has been helped by this and that.”
Soon the black sage Pelto, sitting in the corner, shouted, “Kill! Arson!” he shouted, but Mirna smiled lightly, not paying any attention to it.
“Draco will never forget your help. So, Professor Balan-.”
Mirna slowly pulled out her hand and looked around with her red eyes narrow like ruby. Soon, such Mirna’s eyes turned to the woman drinking tea leisurely.
“Hurulup.”
He had long, dark blue hair with pale white skin. The chest that looked down in a black dress as eerie as a crow’s feather was full of vitality, and it was strange.
“Professor Balan. long time no see.”
Mirna spoke to the woman sitting in the corner, the warlock Balaan. Then the woman also puts down her teacup and nodded her head to say hello.
“Forgive me for not getting up, Lady Draco.”
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Now Bonnie Balan was sitting in a wheeled wheelchair. Her lower body is covered with a blanket that looks warm and soft.
“Hey, it’s been a while since I’ve found my sanity, so I’m still having trouble moving around.”
Do you still stutter?
But as a professor, he looked better than he did in the classroom. Most of all, the dark circles that had drooped on the face disappeared, and the expression became brighter.
Her indigo hair was messy like a messy birdhouse, but once she was well decorated and decorated, some of the passersby were so beautiful that they looked back.
Soon her red eyes turned to me.
“And Sir Gospel. All in all, you’ve been a huge help. I can only say thank you for saving my life… .”
slurp.
Then I start to shed a lot of tears, and this sudden change of emotion made me a little embarrassed and unable to keep up.
* * *
It was a few minutes later that Professor Balan stopped crying.
“Professor Balaan is not yet sane. So I hope Miss Draco understands what seems a bit unsettling.”
White Cone Hat Hynax explained Professor Balaan’s condition.
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Not long ago, she was undergoing a course of psychiatric treatment by high-ranking priests. It is said that he is now at a level where he can only return to his daily life.
In my mind, I remember a time when Balaan was manipulated and turned into a monster. It was literally a monster.
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Come to think of it now, I’m not sure how I won.
Having been taken over by such a monster and being manipulated for the rest of my life, there is nothing I can do about it even if the aftereffects remain.
However, Mirna asked in a rather calm voice.
“Professor Balan, do you remember what you did?”
“Yes, miss. A bit blurry, but-. I remember everything.”
“Then you’re saying you remember all the things that robbed our Draco family’s graveyard and caused great damage to our family, right?”
“That, that… .”
Professor Balan trembles with a very uneasy feeling. Thanks to that, her chest, which was covered by the black dress, fluttered.
She soon sighed and nodded her head.
“… I remember everything. All that spread the plague to the Draco family and took the lives of the people of the family… .”
“Also.”
Mirna spoke as if her guess was correct, and spread her feather fan.
So, if you listen to the story, it would be Professor Balaan who drove the Mirna family to the point of extinction.
To be precise, it must have been the magic that was controlling her, Gamigin.
I suddenly had a question and asked Balaan, who was shaking.
“Professor, how did you come to be manipulated by a strange curse? If possible, please explain in detail.”
“That, that… .”
Red eyes that moved anxiously around. She immediately started talking as if she had resigned or made a decision.
“This is the story of when I was still a student-. In which dungeon, I entered. We. Then, I found a strange spell, and when I woke up, I was the only one alive… .”
“You mean you found a magic circle in the dungeon? Are you talking about this?”
I drew a circle of magic circles on the paper lying on the table. That’s the Gamigin’s magic that I’ve learned.
Seeing this, Balaan was startled and covered his eyes.
“Ji, please put it away!”
“All right. Anyway, is this right?”
“okay… . He said he would lead me to the great source of truth. But it was a lie. I was completely taken advantage of by him… .”
“Is that guy talking about this magic spell?”
“yes.”
In response to Balaan’s reply, the wise men who were listening to the story around them sighed, such as “Hey!” or “Heh.” Soon the brown-bearded sage Brown asks.
“Professor Balaan, are you saying that you had a conversation with a shaman?”
“No, that’s right.”
“Was magic like a living person?”
“okay. And, and it’s not just him. The magic of the Demon King is still, there are still more in this world. They are still eating the world.”
Pass-.
Balan ruffles his hair while trembling. It didn’t look good, but I had no choice but to ask her more.
“You mean there are other spells like Gamigin?”
Mirna, who made a long snort in response to my question, answered instead.
“It seems that the Demon King’s great magic still remains in the world.”
At Mirna’s words, I could feel the sages sinking, saying, “Hmm.” As much as I felt it, I think Mirna must have noticed as well.
Mirna asked the wise men after folding the fan that had been spread out.
“I know you are hiding something. But that Draco’s Mirna has a right to hear about these events and stories.”
“Umm.”
The white sage Hyenax sat down on a chair with a gloomy expression on her face. The moment he was about to open his mouth, someone spoke first.
“Solomon-!”
He was the black wizard Pelto. The man who said he went crazy because he reached the 6th rank opened his mouth first. People listened to his story.
White Hynax asks.
“Sir Pelto, do you have something to say?”
At Hynax’s question, the black wizard Pelto made a strange sound and began to twist his body.
It was as if he was trying to resist something, as if he was suffering from mosquito bites on his back.
Then he finally reached out his bare hand like that old tree and pointed at me.
“Solomon, Ars Nova.”