167 – theorem-1

Farseer is ready to die.

Countless memories swirled through the little wizard’s head. The temptation to stay here forever enveloped her.

But, it was time to go. After getting out of the vertical lake, Farseer stepped back into the basement.

“Enerel…”

She thought the decision was over, but her heart was still agitated.

afraid. It’s scary to lose. I’m afraid of dying, I’m afraid of not seeing him anymore.

Suppressing that feeling, Farseer moved his steps. I didn’t want to run away.

Entering the shabby house connected to the basement, she quietly memorized a spell in her mouth.

Parseer didn’t want to create useless variables.

The cellar’s gatekeeper was a sensible person apart from her greed, but she had no intention of telling him all of her plans. It was something that he might not be able to perform as much as he needed.

It was better not to know that she was in here. There could have been a fight with Enerel due to friction, but he wouldn’t be defeated by a wizard of that caliber.

What would become of that mage, she did not know.

Farseer, who entered the basement through teleportation magic, was locked in reminiscence as he saw countless corpses.

“It was because of this…”

Ironically, it was because of that corpse that Enerel came here.

“Is that so important…”

She, too, tried to prevent death in the past. To prevent people from dying from diseases, he researched medicines and cooperated with criminals to defeat those who disturbed the public order.

However, nothing changed. When one person came back to life, that person who came back killed another person.

If one person doesn’t die now, two people will die tomorrow as if to make up for it.

From a certain point on, the efficiency was measured. Instead of grieving over the death of a person, he now calculated the gains and losses if he lived or died.

Having changed like that, she must have become this way now.

“Still, I didn’t want a useless sacrifice.”

It was only her self-satisfaction, but she had no intention of killing anyone. Still, I wouldn’t have given up just because a person could die.

Because she is working for someone more important.

“…After all, you’ve come this far.”

Footsteps were heard. I heard breathing full of anguish.

Farseer called him with a sharpened expression.

As he raged in a rage in the cellar, Celia surrendered her body obediently.

It shouldn’t be. Considering his disposition, he couldn’t cut the throat of someone who so meekly admitted his guilt.

You have to become a more thorough villain. You must antagonize and anger him, giving him a reason to kill her without remorse.

“Farse.”

At the sound of his voice calling her, the little wizard trembled cautiously.

He did not predict that he would pursue the disappearance so tenaciously and find her.

However, if it had already happened, it could have been used. I could use her soon-to-be-discarded body.

He asked her about the incident. Farseer endured the pain that seemed to tear his heart out, and spit out the false motive and false answer he had prepared.

That way, he will be able to take righteous revenge on the ‘evil wizard’ in the end.

If you leave a little room, his mercy will becloud your eyes. A foolishly good heart will make the sword stop.

So, to make him comfortable, she had to become an evil wizard.

“I believed you…”

It was dizzy. The Farseer had made up countless reasons for him to kill him, but his hand still didn’t move.

“Magic requires sacrifice.”

Having looked in the mirror dozens or hundreds of times, she knew all too well what words he hated.

It wasn’t just looking at happy memories. He looked back at the memories he was suffering from, and the memories he was sad about.

What he detested most was sacrifice. A natural yet bittersweet sacrifice made under the cause of killing the demon king. people left behind.

He couldn’t see it, and shouted why he wasn’t saving it.

Knowing that she was a hero, her attitude changed like flipping her palm, which would stimulate his anger.

will be angry After a fight, he will end up killing her.

“…This is the end of my relationship with you.”

At first, it was to protect her plan. If the real hero goes on a rampage and brings chaos to the world, plans for eternal life will no doubt turn out to be a good thing.

However, passing time changed her mind.

The memories I looked back on, except for the ‘happy’ memories that sprouted from the drought, were all contemptuous of him.

They scolded them, treated them as ‘things they didn’t need’, and opened up wounds by digging into small mistakes.

The memories were painful enough to make me think that I had managed to endure it until the demon king was defeated. And, the perpetrator was herself.

Nonetheless, the traveler did not change.

It helps people who don’t care. He makes people live who would otherwise die for things he is not responsible for.

His spirit, which he thought would collapse soon, held out until the end. It didn’t shake.

It was like the brilliance emitted by an existence that could not exist in reality. It’s different, it’s dazzling, and it’s indescribably warm.

fell in love

“I’m sorry, but what can I do? We have no choice but to break up at this point.”

It’s funny, but I’ve come to like it. At the top of her list of ‘efficient’ life goals, Enerel was thrown out.

However, Farseer remembered how clumsy Celia’s delusion of ‘happy together’ was.

He knew that this ugly and dizzy world would not live up to his expectations.

I have to go back. Whatever world he was living in, at least it must have been a much warmer and more beautiful world than this one.

I have to return it. By any means.

Magic bullets poured out of her hand.

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The dragon’s heart cannot be saved. Because demons don’t exist.

If so, you can make it. All the resources consumed for the eternal life plan are turned to creating magical creatures, and the magic materials that are still lacking can be extorted by pressing the emperor.

Of course, if a ‘real dragon’ could be made in that way, the emperor of the empire would have tamed and ridden the dragon. What is created with that method is an imperfect and clumsy dragon that only mimics its shell.

However, the root of magic is deception.

It is enough to somehow scrape off the dragon’s scales and imitate the scent of the dragon’s magical power, just as offering a round ball of flour as a sacrifice instead of a human head.

There is no need to worry about the lifespan because you do not intend to use it for a long time, and you do not need to add related functions because you do not expect to reproduce.

It just needs to be ‘like a dragon’ like a doll wearing bear skin.

Even if you make a dragon like that, it’s not a demon dragon. Demon dragons are not born, they are made, and it was necessary for the dragon to achieve bad karma.

However, for a wizard as skilled as Farseer, it is possible to replace that process.

Appropriate magical manipulations are applied to ‘people who are already dead’, leading to the result of ‘the mad dragon killed them in a terrible way’.

The moment the dragon awakens, the plan will be put into action. And Enerel would be able to go back after killing the demon dragon and getting its heart.

“Heuk, heuk, heuh…”

It was a situation where he couldn’t breathe, but Farseer was relieved. All of her plans came true.

If there was only one thing that I didn’t expect, it was Enerel’s sad expression. I thought he would have a cooler, happier expression, or a hateful one.

And unbelievably, words of forgiveness flowed from his lips. Words of help came out of Enerel’s mouth.

It was a situation I could never have imagined. I thought he would hate her even more. It never occurred to me that I wouldn’t want to kill her.

“That… I don’t care anymore…”

Farseer uttered his sincerity. It would be a lie if she said she had abandoned all lingering attachments, but that wish was now out of her hands.

Farseers will never live to achieve that wish. I left the research data, so I don’t know if someone moves with the same goal in the future.

Something more important happened. Her limit was this far.

The impatience of his voice broke Farseer’s heart. I thought it was a perfect success, but when I look at his shaking heart, a mistake came out somewhere in the end.

He threatened to surrender, but Farseer’s heart was firm.

“This me, do you think so?”

To kill the people he hates and return to his hometown to enjoy happiness. For that, anything could be done.

In an instant, his sword was swung. A great pain ran through Farseer’s head, but she held back her screams with her mouth tightly shut.

It was a moment. Darkness enveloped her.