75 – Bloody entrance ceremony (10)

The first part of the entrance ceremony ended and there was a short gap until the second part.

Most of the male students’ eyes were focused on a woman sitting in a luxurious VIP seat.

“Is that the person?”

“I don’t see well.”

It was Princess Gainax.

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Just by crossing her legs and placing her hands gracefully on her thighs, aristocratic elegance was oozing out.

She was wearing a black hat decorated with feathers and flowers, and the brim hid more than half of her tiny face.

So, all they could see was the fine jawline and the seductive lips painted red.

Right before the entrance ceremony, some of them mustered up the courage to say hello to the princess, but were humiliated by their aides.

She had just reached the age of majority and was in a state of public attention thanks to her marriageable age, but little information was known about her.

The only thing he could hear was rumors surrounding Princess Gainax.

“It’s because of the marriage.”

“Are you looking for a man?”

Everyone who entered Eternia once grew up listening to the sounds of genius. Thanks to that swollen ego, he harbored an expectation that the princess would pay attention to his talent at least once.

“I heard you came to see Varianne.”

“Ha, hahahaha, I wouldn’t even be satisfied with an intermediate class.”

“Is it possible to approach Varianne only… The walls are too tall.”

The male students, who were immersed in dreams and delusions while watching the princess from a distance, immediately returned to reality when they heard Varianne’s name.

In front of Varianne’s name, even that bloated ego had no choice but to shrink.

He was the boss of an animal.

The overwhelming masculinity that comes from family, power, talent, and appearance.

On top of that, there was a feat he couldn’t even bear to bear, subduing a large monster.

Rumors even spread that he had a violent personality, and just standing next to him naturally made him laugh.

So, he had to quickly accept that there was no other man who matched the princess’s class except for Varianne.

A man wearing the epaulettes of the principality suddenly approached the group of students who had lost their energy from realizing reality.

He looked around at the students, cleared his throat, and said.

“My name is Gerald, who assists Grand Duchess Gainax. It’s nothing else, there’s someone I’m desperately looking for… .”

When the princess’s aide suddenly appeared, everyone’s eyes widened.

“… ?”

“Where is the student named Damian?”

***

Dark stone walls and old furniture. The only window is a hole the size of a handknot with an iron bar.

The reception room at the altar was overly crude even if it was crude. It felt more like a prison camp than a place to entertain guests.

With only a handful of guests visiting the altar year-round, it was quite understandable that the drawing room looked like this.

Silverin rested her chin on the armrest of the chair and occasionally looked at the small window and sighed lightly.

I could have waited in a better space, but Silverin refused because there were no windows there.

Because if there were no windows, Stitch couldn’t fly.

When the reply didn’t come on time, Silverin’s mood was somewhat settled.

Waiting for someone’s letter like this was not something she was used to.

As I guessed the reason for the delay, my emotional ups and downs got worse.

Then Priest Price came into the drawing room and informed her.

“The ritual preparations are complete.”

“yes.”

“Let’s go.”

“I have a question more than that, but is this a place where even Stitch can’t come?”

“Not necessarily. We also have a magic passageway for Stitch, as it is our daily life to send messages through Stitch.”

“OK got it.”

Putting the student’s letter in a corner of her mind for a while, Silverin stood up.

Then, I followed the priest to the Great Sanctuary.

Entering the Great Crusade, Silverin held her breath for a moment.

It was exactly the way she remembered it from the past.

The ceiling of the Great Sanctuary was completely open so that the constellations could be seen, and hundreds of thousands of runes were engraved on the floor.

Each of those runes corresponded to each celestial body floating in the void.

The priests who were waiting for the oracle in the Great Sanctuary saw Silverine and bowed their heads.

She took out a bottle of cubes from her bosom.

Priest Price told her.

“I will move the holy relic to the stone altar.”

Then Silverin put the glass bottle to her chest defensively and said.

“no. I’ll do it.”

“Ah, I see.

It was unacceptable for the cube to be touched by someone else’s warmth.

It was a ritual to reveal the student’s fate, but there was nothing that Silverin could be involved in. Somehow, it felt like I was handing over my student’s fate to someone else’s hands.

I wanted to do it with my own hands, at least to move it.

Silverin strode toward the central podium of the altar. Then, in the middle of the magic circle engraved on the stone platform, he opened the stopper of the glass bottle and carefully stood it.

Then she turned around and gazed at the Great Sanctuary for a moment. Old memories pass by.

A place to determine the constellation of fate.

She, too, received her destiny here in the past.

‘Only one star.’

An ambiguous oracle that does not know if it is a curse or a blessing. Silverin struggled for a long time to understand the meaning of the word.

Looking back now, I now know all too well what ‘single star’ means.

It was such a simple and simple answer that the time of agony felt futile.

Silverin left behind her mixed feelings and came down from the podium.

After confirming the holy relic, the priests set fire to the magic brazier placed around the stone altar.

Then they got into formation and awaited the High Priest’s instructions.

Price looked into Silveryn’s eyes.

As she crossed her arms and nodded to Price, the priests unleashed a field of magic.

The light of the sun disappeared, and the whole world became dark like dawn.

Soon after, intense light emanated from the Roesenthal Cube placed on the stone platform, which became a pillar of light connected to the sky.

The priests started chanting the same incantation at the same time as if they were singing in chorus.

Light shimmered like waves in the runes engraved on the floor.

The ceremony has begun.

***

A silhouette of a person slowly approaches in the red fog.

Because the black robe was pressed deep to the head, I couldn’t see his face.

And the closer the figure got, the stronger the necklace vibrated.

Undeniably, that being was a black magician.

Place your hands on your belly button and walk slowly and calmly.

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Just by looking at his movements, he was like a priest living in a monastery.

Rob’s figure stopped at a distance of about 20 steps from Damian.

And he watched Damian calmly.

In response, Damian moved slowly to the side like a cat and a beast searching for prey.

Then, the other person moved in the same direction as Damian, as if facing a mirror.

Goose bumps ran down my spine at the eerie aura that was not human.

It was like facing a reaper.

After glaring at each other for a while, Damian spoke first.

“You are a warlock.”

“… .”

At Damian’s words, the opponent nodded slowly.

“Why did you come to Eternia?”

Contrary to my expectations, I heard a very beautiful and calm woman’s voice.

“… It is to confirm the will of God.”

As Damian took a step to the side, the warlock took the same step to the side.

She was keeping pace with Damian.

“Why? You probably aren’t the kind of person that would be loved by God.”

“Originally, God does not love all human beings. As you can tell by the corpses around you.”

“… So what’s the purpose of this? Are you trying to ruin Eternia and confirm God’s will?”

“I just came to pick up God’s most precious child. But those who interfere only have to pay the price.”

While confronting the warlock, Damian sensed another being floating in the fog.

Something was spinning around Damian. And from time to time, he let out an ear-piercing cry.

It was a race. Something dark, like a flock of crows, was watching for an opportunity.

Every time I took a step, I stepped on something soft.

A swarm of black leeches the size of a finger came up from the ground. Then, clinging to his shoes, he slithered up.

Death slowly enveloped Damian.

“therefore… Did you get what you wanted?”

I couldn’t see his face, but the warlock seemed to be smiling.

“… yet.”

Damian moved his hand to the potion pouch hanging from his waist with his gaze fixed on the warlock.

He sensed an anomaly and was taken aback. The potion bottles vibrated in unison.

As he took out a bottle of Griffin Potion, Reis’ cries grew louder.

And the potion bottle resonated with it, and it shattered with a bursting sound.

Subsequently, all the remaining potions in the pocket exploded and the liquid leaked out.

“It smells familiar.”

“… .”

“It’s made with Zverev’s recipe.”

Zverev?

Damian’s eyes fluttered as he heard the name from the black magician’s lips.

It was Wiesel’s mad alchemist who developed the recipe for the Griffin Potion.

“… .”

And he knew that Damien had the recipe in his hands.

The warlock spoke as if he knew Damian. At least, it was certain that he was watching Damian from somewhere.

since when From the social church of the Knights of Wisel?

From the time you fought the ghouls in the basement of Zverev’s mansion?

Ever since I met Silverine in the unexplored land?

Maybe, maybe, I’ve been watching for longer than that.