Jonber wins (8)
Elgar awoke in the deepest part of the city that had become a tomb.
Standing up from the elongated egg-shaped device, the most favored attendants were kneeling in front of her.
Gearrick and the lady-in-waiting, who had been waiting under the dark lights, greeted the owner with a slight bow when the owner got up.
“I’m glad you woke up safely.”
“Hmm, as expected, the original body is a bit awkward. It’s sore because I haven’t moved for a long time.”
Elgar, who had moved her limbs little by little, gestured to the maid, and she hurriedly approached and began to massage her body.
While enjoying a hearty massage, she asked the two attendants to confirm.
“Is there no need to worry about avatars now?”
“That’s right. Now, the hands of the evil gods cannot reach this place.”
Gearrick looked around the dark room again and nodded.
This place, which people commonly call the Sword Graveyard, is the result of the ancient city sinking into the ground. The deep section where Elgar’s main body was stored was a block that was a mage tower in the city in the distant past.
The security here is on a different level from the outskirts of the city, so no matter how badass you are, you can’t break in.
If an avatar made from Elgar’s genes, the owner of this place, invades, most of the security systems will be incapacitated, but now there is no need to worry about that.
Elgar is very satisfied with his answer and gives a very rare compliment.
“Surely they are my first attendants. Because you are here, I don’t think I’ve completely fallen.”
Gearrick and the maid were thrilled with her words.
However, apart from the warm atmosphere, the current situation was not very good.
The mana accumulated over decades of notoriety has evaporated along with the avatar, and the army of the dead is no longer there.
There are guards guarding the Tomb of Swords, but… They are not allowed to leave the city.
In the end, all that was left of her was gearrick, the maid, and the magic and wealth she had stored aside.
“Kuhm… … .”
While receiving the maid’s massage, Elgar suddenly groaned in pain.
The maid who saw this opened her eyes wide in surprise.
No matter how weak his owner may be, he will not react this way to a mere massage.
“master! Are you all right?”
“Nothing. Bring the magic.”
Elgar clicked her tongue at the dull pain she felt in her chest and held the crystal chunk the maid gave her in her hand.
After absorbing a little of the crystal-shaped mana, the severe pain and helplessness quickly subsided.
congenital malaise deficiency.
The disease that has plagued her since childhood greeted her in celebration of their reunion.
Ordinary people naturally accumulate magical powers as they go through life.
The amount is extremely weak, so it’s hard to see the proper effect, but there are very few cases where the accumulated mana leaks out.
But Elga is different.
Since she has a unique constitution that drains her mana just by sitting still and breathing, she has been active using a body called Avatar.
For the people of this world, running out of magic meant death. While acting as an artificial body, the main body stopped breathing and fell asleep as if sealed, so at least it was able to preserve its magic power.
After absorbing all the magic crystals, Elgar stood up and ordered the attendants.
“It is said that there is a lot to lose, but we cannot remain silent. I need to get out of here and find Chris.”
“I’ll see you right away.”
While the maid hurriedly took care of the items in the room, Gearic opened the door.
As Elgar, dressed in ready-made clothes and holding a staff, leaves the room, a large guard golem shines in its eyes.
Something on a completely different level than the city management models out there.
For Elgar, who had lost most of his powers a while ago, even one attack would be dangerous.
However, the golem soon bowed down and greeted politely.
As for the city’s security, it’s no use attacking the last citizen left here.
“Identification completed. Welcome, Miss Elgar.”
Elgar didn’t bother to respond and moved on.
She spent a considerable amount of time leaving the tomb, and for the first time in a while, she put the starlight in her eyes.
It had been dark for a long time, so there was no one around the grave of the sword.
Enjoying the cold air, Elgar climbed into the carriage prepared by Gearic and the maid.
Soon after, the maid of honor boarded with her, and the large carriage moved silently.
The horses leading the wagon started running northwest to Chris’ estate.
* * *
After defeating the demon lord, Chris and his party returned to the estate in a wagon full of bounty money.
The King of Singers seemed to want to keep hanging out with them, but it was also a bit funny to have a heartwarming after-party about a subject that was caught because of their weakness.
In the end, they broke up so neatly that it felt a little futile.
Chris leaned against the back of the wagon and felt his own breast again.
The heart that had been pierced by Elgar’s spell had long since recovered without leaving even a tiny scar.
After enjoying a satisfying meal, the sword kept the owner alive until the vitality of the status window returned.
Illesis was writing eagerly on a piece of leather while Chris recalled the horrible sensation.
Tyrone asks, intrigued by her behavior.
“What are you doing? Is it like studying magic?”
“Oh, is this? I’m thinking about the countermeasures of the six kings I met this time. The Sword King seems to only have a supply offensive, and the Singer King is more troubled by the minstrels under his command than himself… Should we research something like a plague that can easily spread among bards?”
The words that started as an answer to a question soon became self-talk.
Chris clicked his tongue in surprise at the heinous and bloody content.
“Even if the King of Swords is like that, are you preparing a countermeasure against the King of Singers?”
“of course. Everyone except you and me and Rosefeld are enemies.”
Illesis, who replied straight away, belatedly looked at Tyrone.
He, too, seemed as shocked as Chris, hardening his face.
Illesis tried to comfort him.
“Don’t worry, we’re not preparing any countermeasures against Mr. Tyrone.”
“You’re not such a worthy adversary.”
Chris makes a playful addition, reminding everyone of what they know.
When Tyrone, slightly pouting, turned his head, Illesis spoke to change the subject.
“By the way, where did the King of Gwon go? It looks like they got away before we retreated.”
“You know what? I don’t want to see him and the Dragon King’s wife.”
Now, when Illesis and Tyrone are together, Fist King is no match.
Chris was so sure and showed his dislike of him.
King Gwon, who was very selfish and had a bad personality, was an opponent I couldn’t like even if I wanted to.
As the three of them were chatting about this and that, the carriage, which had been running non-stop, reached Vector.
Chris, who got off the carriage with an uneasy feeling, looked around at Yeongju Castle, which he had longed for.
I haven’t been out for a very long time, but it was too early to leave the territory.
Less than a month after taking office as lord, he left abruptly, so it is likely that the already unstable foundation will be shaken.
Fortunately, the Luana he recruited was doing her job well.
Having experience in running a player guild, she seemed to be able to communicate with Baren.
When Chris and his party, who had returned after nearly 10 days, entered the castle, two people greeted them.
“Your lord, you have returned safely.”
“I’m glad you had a good trip.”
“I was lucky enough to live. Wasn’t everyone okay?”
There really was no incident in Vector, which was ruled by two people.
It would be difficult for anything to happen in just ten days, but the lord was away and it was so peaceful.
Chris got the feeling that Yeongji was going well without him.
After taking care of only a few things that required the lord’s permission, he continued to leave the work to the two of them and decided to enjoy a break.
When the demon king fell, the Epic class’s experience, vitality, and magical energy filled up like crazy, but right now, I wasn’t interested.
As he left the office and rubbed his chest with his fingers, Illesis noticed it and asked anxiously.
“are you okay? Are there still scars left?”
“no. I’m just a little anxious.”
Chris quickly shook his head and smiled bitterly.
This new habit came about after being pierced through the heart.
The feeling of being pierced through the chest was so terrifying that he kept checking to see if his body was fine.
Illesis noticed that and was about to say something more, but Tyrone stopped her.
“It was really dangerous this time, so it’s okay. Let’s just let it rest for a while.”
“all right.”
Illesis follows the advice even with a disapproving expression.
Chris thanks Tyrone in his heart and leads his weary body into the bedroom.
Beyond the closed door of the bedroom, I felt the presence of an unknown person.
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Maybe the servants of the lord’s castle are cleaning?
Thinking nothing of it, Chris opened the door and found a person waiting in the room, turned into a stone statue.
A chair located across from the bed. Elgar was sitting on the side of the thick curtain.
Reuniting with the man he had killed was not a very pleasant experience.
“Uh huh?”
Why is the person who was clearly dead here?
Chris was so flustered that he couldn’t even raise his voice.
The door, which had been slightly open, closed by itself, and Elgar’s greeting was heard.
“I’m sorry for visiting without saying hello. You got ahead while I couldn’t see you.”
“Elgar?”
There is no way that the dead could come back to life.
Even in a world where miracles and magic exist, such things are impossible.
Chris regained his composure with difficulty and properly looked at the opponent in front of him.
Her appearance was the same as before, but many details were different.
First of all, the overwhelming atmosphere created by the mighty mana is nowhere to be found.
The outfit is the same, but the wand has been changed.
Elgar reassured the wary man to the point of feeling slightly sorry.
“Calm down. I didn’t come here to hurt you. You must have a lot of questions, so let’s sit down and talk. You really did a great job and you deserve to hear the truth.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Chris sat down at her urging.
Yeongju Castle had a proper drawing room, so it was a piece of furniture that I hadn’t had a chance to use before.
When I saw Elgar across from me, I felt my heart thump again.
Elgar smiled at Chris and raised his right hand slightly.
Then, the maid who had been hiding in the dark appeared and poured wine for the two of them.
The lady-in-waiting was not as good as when I saw her before.
The hand holding the wine bottle is translucent like a ghost, so it seems like it will disappear at any moment.
It’s probably because he’s not getting enough mana.
Chris, speechless with nervousness, took a sip of the fine wine.
As the scent of fermented grapes drifted in my mouth, it felt like my phantom limbs were a little relieved.
Elgar started talking slowly for him.
It was a bit out of the blue, but Chris listened in silence.
Elgar, who explained her constitution, body, and even the contents of the sword grave, waited for Chris’ reaction with an expression of anticipation.
Chris seeks her confirmation as he tries to understand the information that has been injected all at once.
“hmm… So, Elgar-sama, since you first met me, you’ve been active as an Avatar, haven’t you?”
“It was decades ago, to be exact. I’m Torhel… So, they are royalty in a country that has now become a graveyard of swords. By the time I was born, not a single citizen remained.”
There was no people to rule, but the legacy remained.
Torhel, who played an active role as the leader of the allies during the Witch Beast War, retained at least some of the skills of that time. The avatar Elgar used is also one of those legacy.
“Avatar is a body designed for a perfect body. It’s not really changing the body, it’s remote control while sharing the five senses… I put my body into a state of frozen sleep and used the avatar.”
“Then are you still using the newly created avatar?”
When Chris looks at Elgar’s body with a strange gaze, she shakes her head.
“no. Avatar was originally designed to be used for more than 200 years, but it did not last 100 years because the production facilities were outdated. Besides, I can’t make it again because I don’t have enough ingredients.”
“Um… … .”
Chris, who has been fooled once, shows signs of being slightly suspicious.
Elgar ignored it and continued the story.
The aroma of wine filled the darkened room before anyone knew it.