The Regressor and the Blind Saint chapter 118

The Regressor and the Blind Saint 118

It’s been three days since I left the island, and one day left until I arrived at the academy.

Renee and Vera couldn’t breathe the strange atmosphere that had been hovering between them for a while.

There was no temptation from Renee. Nor was Vera’s patience.

The reason was that Miller was sitting across from the carriage.

“… So, after all, wizards are all idiots! That’s what I want to say. right? Providence, providence, providence. I live with that kind of providence in my mouth, and when I ask what that providence is, no one knows how to answer it. It’s too high-level truth for humans to know, so I’m too busy making excuses. They don’t even know where they’re going. On the other hand, look at witchcraft. How intuitive are you? offerings, rituals, phenomena. Is it possible to explain all the principles with these three? In addition… .”

… It was because of Miller’s chatter.

Renee and Vera’s eyes closed tightly. They both felt blood in their ears.

It was a moment of shock filled with sincerity.

‘I don’t think there are people who are more chatty than Trevo… .’

Vera recalled his broken heart. Faced with something that shouldn’t exist in the world, he endured a time of hardship, struggling with despair.

why don’t you dry it I could have asked that, but Vera had only one answer to it.

If I stopped saying that now or cut off the conversation, Renee’s temptation might overtake me again, so it was better to endure it.

The experience of being clouded by René’s temptation was an experience that Vera never wanted to do.

“Ugh, that’s true. It was just frustrating. Don’t you feel like you’re on fire to think that these magic bastards are aiming for the head professor position? What would happen if we entrusted the academy to such idiots? We are all going to hell together!”

widely!

Miller taps his thigh with his palm! Rene smiled awkwardly at the words he was doing while beating them.

“Is that so… .”

It’s already been three days, and we’re talking about the same thing over and over again.

Miller’s attitude toward irrational rage against magic had already destroyed René’s mental power.

A thought came to mind that I would like him to stop, but unfortunately Miller’s chatter did not stop.

“Yes! So I just want to say thank you so much!”

A tone with great emphasis. Miller then took a book from the inside of his suit and tapped the cover to add:

The identity of the book was Grimore [The Whisper of the Dreamer].

“This is it! I just want to say thank you for helping me save this tome! Have you been able to recover this? Magic wraps can’t keep up with me. Of course, there are still some uncertainties when it comes to long-term battles, but for now, cheer them up! You can break it~ That’s the word!”

That story was repeated five more times.

Renee could also anticipate the story to come next.

At least that’s a long and lengthy explanation of what that grimore is.

“It’s a magic book where the mysteries of the gods are lurking! It is something that, if it fell into the hands of the evil one, could literally destroy a country! Think about it? Let’s say this thing explodes in the capital of the country. At the same time, the intelligent beings of the land fall into dreams and hallucinate. Even while wandering in a dream that you can’t get out of like that, the world’s time will pass, right? First of all, the collapse of the community. and the suspension of state operations due to it. Even while the problem is getting serious, the bodies of the people in the dream are not getting nourishment and they will slowly wither and die, and the country will fall like that!”

It was said in a spooky atmosphere, as if talking about something huge and terrifying, but… No, it was actually such a terrifying thing, but it was a story that did not impress Renee and Vera, who had already heard this story to the point of scabbing in their ears.

A series of chatter that is really boring now.

At that, Renee recalled his angry feelings and uttered those words without realizing it.

“Isn’t it better to burn something like that?”

A roundabout question with a hint of pleading, asking him to stop.

However, it was a story that didn’t even work for Miller.

“It should be! I should! by the way! If you think about it that way, the academic value assigned to this grimore is astronomical! That’s why even in the academy, only a few scholars are researching it by putting it on a seal!”

It was a new chatter.

As if to say, ‘Well done,’ Miller added a new variation to his chatter.

Renee’s face darkened.

Even in the midst of this, there is a person who is relieved by saying, ‘It’s still not something I’ve heard.’

*

Late evening campsite.

As they sat around the bonfire and continued their meal, Miller became quiet while eating, and then Renee and Vera began to make happy faces as if they had been saved.

“It’s so delicious.”

It was Renee.

The soup was too sweet. I really spoke I don’t know if this is because the soup is really sweet or Miller’s chatter has stopped, but it’s just sweet.

However, he was not allowed to say ‘delicious’ because he was drunk with that feeling.

“It’s delicious… There is another paper that comes to mind when I taste it.”

Miller’s eyes shone like a beast that had found its prey. Renee’s complexion turned pale, and anger began to form on Vera’s face.

“It’s really noisy.”

Aisha said those words in a grumbling tone. On the first day, Isa, tired of Miller’s chatter, had already transferred to another wagon, so she couldn’t stand Miller’s actions.

However, it was also a handshake.

rattle-.

Miller’s body stopped. The color of my face was as bright red as the color of my hair. Her eyes grew so big that she couldn’t open her eyes any longer and looked at Aisha.

“Kid, do you know what you are talking about? Are you talking about science now? huh? I’m talking about knowledge. I can’t. you come here It seems that you are still young and do not understand the importance of knowledge, but I will ‘explain’ you step by step.”

“Hey… !”

Aisha’s face turned pale. The fur all over his body began to ruffle. Ears folded back. The tail was inflated and stiff.

Excited, Aisha threw away the bowl she was holding and ran away, but Miller, who had also thrown the bowl away, followed after him, rattling the accessories.

“hey! Don’t stand there!”

The rest of the party offered their heartfelt condolences to Aisha’s sacrifice, created a comfortable expression that could not be more comfortable than this, and enjoyed a brief peace.

*

The next day, on the road to the academy.

Renee felt a sensation as if she were about to burst into tears. Goodbye to Miller now. This chatter will end.

That fact alone made me feel so happy.

Renee said to Miller, clearing her face from the rising happiness.

“It is arriving soon. I’m sorry about this, what should I do?”

It really wasn’t as bad as the poop, but Miller answered what he said with the intention of saying goodbye and ending it because it’s a breakup.

“Ugh, can’t we just come and meet you while you’re at the academy? It’s not going to be a fun conversation like it is now.”

I didn’t even want to meet her. And only Miller had a pleasant conversation.

Those words filled his chin, but Renee endured him with superhuman patience.

Meanwhile, Miller asked.

“So, you are going to see Professor Theresa, right?”

“Ah yes. Me too… Here Vera is going to stop by the Academy.”

“Eh? You mean the academy?”

Miller’s head tilted.

Vera glanced at the scene, then moved his gaze out the window again and continued to speak.

“I have a job to ask for advice from archaeologists at the Academy.”

Words that are not long, just the main point. Miller questioned it again.

“archeology? What are you going there for? Can you ask me?”

Miller added, as if talking about a very natural fact, as if he was trying in vain.

“Am I the head of the archeology department?”

In an instant, the space froze and a stillness that would be appropriate to express came to mind.

Vera’s eyes widened. Renee’s body trembled.

asked Renee, surprised.

“Kyo, the professor is a magician… .”

“It is modesty. Archeology is a department that was transferred to the Faculty of Magic. Isn’t witchcraft itself an ancient skill in the first place? Of course I am in charge of that.”

It was a joke, but Vera, who heard it, said with a tired expression on his face that he couldn’t just let it go.

“… I want you to tell the joke until that point.”

I hope you’ll tell me it’s a joke,” Miller replied with a shrug.

“Why am I joking about this? So where can I ask? Few people in the academy know as well as I do.”

A deep smile appeared on his face.

“I will ‘explain’ it well so that I can understand it clearly.”

It was a cruel proclamation to do.

*

Asking Miller for advice was cruel to Vera, who had been tormented by him for the past few days.

Isn’t that right, if you left Miller to explain what would be enough if you only briefly knew the origins of the dagger obtained from the auction house, he would continue to talk about it all day long.

However, it didn’t change anything by letting such a sense of rejection float inside.

As Miller said, there was no reason for him to lie as his subject, and if he was a manager, there would be no one who knew more about daggers than Miller.

Sombre and gloomy, Vera drew a dagger from his waist and handed it to Miller, who looked at it for a moment and opened his mouth.

“A ceremonial dep show?”

It solved Vera’s question at once.

“Let’s see, did you say that it was an item from the ruins in the gorge at the western end?”

“… Yes.”

“Then, at least it must be something of the gods. And in the new era, that was the realm of Gorgan… This is probably the dagger used in the rituals to Gorghan.”

Vera’s eyes widened.

It was because there was a chain of remarks in his words, along with the strange feeling of having Miller discover the source of the dagger at once.

Waves of Despair Gorgan.

The tyrant of the sea known to be the most vicious of the nine ancient species.

As soon as its name was mentioned, the speculation in Vera was turning into certainty.

‘… It is also related to the ancient species.’

It is also something related to the ancient species, which is quite closely related to Adrin. It means that Adrin’s energy didn’t just react without a reason.

Even as he thought about it, Miller continued to speak.

“Well, it was probably not a simple ceremony, given the grooves and the crafting style. In that culture, the number of grooves to be dug varies according to the importance of the ritual. Do you see the bumpy part here? All these parts must have been originally dug into the grooves. one two… nine. If there were nine, it must have been an event organized at the national level.”

Most of the explanations that follow, scraping away rust and chips, were unimportant to Vera, but there were certainly some helpful parts.

“Wow, that’s really cool stuff. If you look carefully, you might be able to uncover at least one of the hidden mysteries, right?”

Mystery.

Vera’s eyes lit up when he said he could rescue it.

The power to control the wind used by Friede. It means that you can get the same power as that.

‘It’s a win.’

A small smile appeared on Vera’s lips.

It was a car that greatly realized the weakness of Sanctuary in the battle that followed.

Sanctuary penalty that cannot be used in a space with multiple allies. There is a way to complement it.

“How do you pull it out?”

“I don’t know right now. Guess I’ll have to look into this more in the lab. Please stop by my lab later. We will look at it properly.”

Tuk-.

At what Miller said by tapping the blade of the dagger, Vera nodded, forgetting that Miller might even suffer from his chatter.

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Only Renee in the carriage realized this and showed a worried expression on his face.

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