EP.65 Afterword (1)
“There doesn’t seem to be any visible black bone disease right now.”
“Have you checked the corners of the building? Even though he came up from the floor, there is no way he wouldn’t have been summoned from inside the building.”
“We are also checking inside the building now. Should we link up with the knights?”
Kalt nodded.
“Let’s handle it together. If even one black bone disease is left behind, it becomes a big problem. Search everywhere.”
“all right.”
Kalt twisted his wrist and brushed away the knife.
Pieces of bone stuck in the hilt of the sword fall down. As he pushed the blade into its sheath, Kalt looked around.
It’s full of broken bones.
The technicians are sorting out the situation, and there is no problem in the building where the students evacuated. Finally, Kalt glances at the Harmain Forest.
The black barrier that covered the forest has already collapsed.
The demonic energy that was seething in the forest is subsiding.
‘···It looks like you solved it well.’
Well, he was an expert at beating up skulls since long ago. Thinking about that, Kalt took a breath.
In a nutshell, things are getting sorted out.
Although I have been involved in numerous operations before becoming a Hound, it is rare to see a case that ends as neatly as this.
‘What’s more, it was an incident involving the ancient lich Skebal, and it ended like this…’
It’s nothing short of a miracle.
“Whoa…”
Kalt let out a short breath.
The sun begins to set beyond the horizon. As I watch the scenery of the scarlet sunset, my eyes naturally turn to the Harmain Forest.
‘···Now that I think about it, Kyle went.’
Some time has passed since the hero headed to the forest. You’ve probably encountered it by now.
‘But it’ll be okay, right? It seems like he was on good terms with the warrior…’
-well.
Kalt paused to think.
It’s because of the voice that passed by my ear. The words the gray wizard muttered one day linger in my ears.
-Wouldn’t it be nice to get hit once?
“·····.”
For some reason, it feels ominous.
Kalt’s shoulders trembled.
2.
Ashes to Ashes.
This is a signature spell I created.
Although it is classified as a fire-type spell and is included in the top layer of the Gray Magic Tower…
‘It’s not a very complicated spell.’
Surprisingly, the principle of the spell itself is simple.
It is a spell that eats scattered mana and explodes the flames that have grown in size in one shot.
‘It’s a trigger-type spell, so it’s a bit annoying that there are a lot of things that need to be installed in advance…’
Because of those restrictions, its power alone is outstanding. Just by activating it, you can cleanly blow away most things.
“Wow, smoke.”
I waved my hand and cleared away the smoke. There is no flame left like before.
Crack, crack.
The flames that burned for a moment died out, leaving behind only residual flames. If it were the way it was, there wouldn’t even be a trace of fire left behind, and only ashes would take its place…
“Anyway, it’s so tough.”
This guy must be pretty tough.
Crack, crack.
Skebal, whose skull has been half-melted, is at the center of the fire. He lost his arms and legs, and all that remains are his bony ribs, spine, and broken skull.
“···ash, light.”
It’s like that though.
Skebal was still alive.
‘It looks like we’ll be behind soon anyway.’
The brain and life vessel visible inside the skull are also melting. Based on time, only a pile of ashes will remain in one minute at most.
“Even though you… swallowed the shadow, why…”
“I’m talking about that damn shade.”
Approach Skebal.
“Succubus Queen, you made the black ball that bat bitch was holding, right?”
Put your foot on the skinny ribs.
The ribs collapse with a crunching sound. I continued, stomping on his spine.
“What on earth is a curse or a shadow?”
“···Don’t you know that? You stopped the curse without even knowing it? “What the hell are you…”
“That’s such a shitty thing to say.”
Clum, clum.
You can hear the sound of crushed bones crunching.
“If I had stopped it properly, would I have ended up like this?”
When I thought about it, it was a bit absurd.
What kind of curse is it that the genders are reversed?
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‘The bastard who developed this curse is not normal either.’
And then, that abnormal baby was crushed under my feet. I looked at the lich who had lived for hundreds of years.
“Hey, I heard that if you live for a long time, you become insensitive to stimulation… Is that why you developed this perverted spell?”
“···under.”
Skebal continued speaking with a sneer.
“Be thankful that it was a succubus, not a demonic beast, and that it wasn’t me, Gray.”
He flashes his black eyes.
“The curse will eat away at you. It will eat away at your skin and make you vomit black blood every night. It may look fine right now, but…”
“Oh, that?”
I slapped my palms together in front of Skebal. Gray mana blooms above the palm. Although it is an extremely small amount, the mana is heterogeneous.
Mana that swallows curses.
I thrust the lagging Mana in front of Skebal.
“···what?”
Skebal’s black eyes wavered.
“How come you are not in the realm of shadow? “The shadow used by the sword of death…?”
“well.”
I raised the corners of my mouth.
“I heard it worked because I did it?”
“Ahh, ahhhhh!”
The black eyes are burning.
Since I didn’t think there was any more information to get out, I raised my foot. A shadow falls over Skebal’s head.
Kwasik!
Skebal’s skull is crushed beneath his feet.
I heard the sound of the life vessel inside exploding.
“Wow, it’s dirty.”
It’s a good thing I came wearing military boots.
I dragged the soles of my shoes on the floor. After roughly cleaning up the slime that was coming out, I looked around.
“·····.”
hmm.
‘···It’s okay, right?’
First of all, I changed back and forth, but after I finished, the surrounding scenery was incredible.
“…It’ll be okay, okay?”
It’s better than having the whole Aplia fly away.
I shook my head and walked away.
Anyway, the situation was resolved.
The altar was also stopped, Skebal was destroyed, and Resti, who was the medium for the altar, appears to be safe.
All that’s left is cleaning up… If you take away the mess I made, I don’t think cleaning up will be much of a problem.
Magi is on the decline after Skebal’s death.
Even the saturated mana that was about to explode will not explode because the flames have engulfed it to some extent.
‘Now that I think about it, isn’t it pretty good?’
Sometimes that thought comes to mind.
There is no other finish as clean as this.
‘If you think about the problem, it’s only Aplia…’
I don’t think it’ll be that much of a problem there either.
Kalt is a capable knight. He’s the kind of guy who can handle things just fine even if you let him know a day in advance, but since he told you a long time ago, he must have been thoroughly prepared for that.
‘Yes, we also called in reinforcements.’
When I remembered that.
I stopped for a moment.
‘Reinforcements.’
Who was the person coming with that force? There is only one person that comes to mind first.
“pup.”
Muttering that, I tilted my head back.
I hear footsteps. It’s getting closer.
“···under.”
Apparently, it’s late.
“·····.”
I slowly lowered my head. I looked ahead.
There is a figure approaching from beyond the forest. I look at him. He also looks at me.
Black hair catches my eye.
He didn’t wear any armor. I do this because I know my body is stronger than most armor.
“f*ck.”
A curse leaks from between my lips.
‘I didn’t really want to meet you.’
I sighed as I looked at the approaching guy. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen this face, but there’s no way I wouldn’t recognize it.
The only two survivors of a destroyed village.
A guy I could call my only hometown friend.
‘The hero, Kyle Torben.’
The bastard who kicked me out of the warrior party was coming towards me.
3.
The body given to us by the stars is capable of many things.
The expansion of senses that can be achieved without training has long since surpassed that of humans.
Kyle narrows his eyes.
At the end of my widely expanded field of vision, I catch something. It is a landscape of a forest that has been devastated.
Trees are uprooted and lying on the ground.
There are dents in the floor, and there are long traces of something being thrown and pulled.
There are no traces left that appear to have been cut by a knife.
It is a sign that a huge beast has gone on a rampage.
A trace that was neither that of a warrior nor that of a wizard.
The hero, Kyle, recognizes the traces at a glance.
‘···As expected, that guy is here.’
Battle Mage.
This is a trace that only that so-called guy can leave. Kyle frowned as he recognized the trace.
The situation is already over.
Kyle put the holy sword back into its sheath.
I move forward while listening to the signs of people left in the forest. The first thing I encountered was a girl leaning against a tree.
Judging from the fact that he is wearing a school uniform, he appears to be a student at Aplia. It was probably chosen as a medium.
“·····.”
Kyle can see the girl’s robe.
It’s the type of robe he usually wears. Add confidence to confidence. Somewhere in this forest, there is that guy.
Kyle goes into the forest.
The further you go, the closer you get to the attractions.
My steps slow down.
When you face someone you don’t want to face, your steps tend to slow down. But I don’t turn back.
‘Because it would be more unsightly that way.’
Soon, the view that had been obscured by the trees became clear.
A vacant lot in the forest where no trees have been planted.
Across the empty space, Kyle makes eye contact with the person standing across from him.
The first thing that catches your eye is the gray hair.
Gray hair like that guy’s.
However, the length of the hair is different. The long gray hair that falls down to the waist is unfamiliar.
It’s unfamiliar.
Kyle narrows his eyes at the unfamiliarity.
What catches your eye next are blue eyes.
Pure white skin and slender limbs come into view. When his gaze fell on her body, Kyle realized.
It’s not him.
Even after realizing that wasn’t the case, Kyle didn’t stop. She moves her steps as if guided by something.
Chin, plod.
Cross the vacant lot and approach the person standing across from you. Looking closer, the unfamiliarity spreads into confidence.
chin.
Kyle stopped in front of the figure.
The person looking down is a woman. Although she feels similar to him, she is of a different gender.
“·····.”
A woman who can be called a girl.
She looks up at herself. She sees blue eyes that resemble those of that guy staring back at her.
“you.”
Kyle opened his mouth.
“Who are you?”
“·····.”
The girl doesn’t answer.
His eyebrows furrow as if in lieu of an answer. The corners of her eyes furrowed. Her emotion, which she openly displays, is disgust.
A look of disgust.
That gaze itself is unfamiliar to Kyle.
Kyle is a warrior. The warrior is a symbol of light. Wherever I go, I receive cheers and envious looks. There was always only one person who would give him such a disdainful look.
‘Raniel.’
It’s only for a moment, but the images of the girl and the guy overlap.
However, that is only for a moment.
Sarah.
Her hair sways in the blowing wind. The overlapping images also shake. All that remains after shaking is the girl glaring at her.
Looking into those eyes, Kyle thinks.
‘···Resembles.’
Of course, the body type is different.
The only thing that resembles them is the color of their eyes and hair. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that they resemble each other.
“rani···.”
The moment you try to say that name.
The girl opened her mouth.
“Move.”
There is a sharp edge at the end of the girl’s words.
The eyes that look straight at Kyle are fierce. It’s extremely sharp, as if it contains poison.
“Can’t you hear me? “Get out of the way.”
Kyle looked down at her in silence.
Hate without reason is unfamiliar.
Despite the blatant hostility, Kyle did not move away. He actually took a step closer.
“under.”
The girl laughs.
And then, without saying a word, he takes a step to the side. It seems like he’s saying he’ll go back if you don’t get out of the way.
Kyle stretched out his hand.
He grabbed the girl’s wrist as she tried to turn to the side.
“···What the f*ck?”
“wait.”
“Let go of this.”
“I have something to ask..”
“I told you to let go.”
“you···.”
“I told you to let go, damn it.”
Kwasik!
“·····.”
Kyle frowned.
Look down. The girl’s feet were stepping on Kyle’s toes. Contrary to what it looks like, the force on her feet is strong.
“…I won’t ask you a long question.”
Kyle eventually let go of his wrist. The girl glared at Kyle while massaging her wrist, which had red marks from her hand.
“Is it okay for a bastard called a hero to be like this?”
There is a sneer on her lips.
The glaring gaze is sharp. Kyle took a moment to speak.
“···It seems like you know that I am a hero.”
“Do I have no eyes? “Without knowing that?”
The girl’s finger points to the holy sword strapped to Kyle’s waist. There may be people who don’t know Kyle’s face, but there’s no one who doesn’t know the Holy Sword.
“···Even though I knew I was a hero, I didn’t know that I would show hostility. “I apologize for being rude.”
“f*ck the apology, bow your head and do it.”
“I was taught that my head should be heavy.”
“Wow.”
The girl pretended to vomit and shook her head.
“I think a hero is a government official, damn you.”
“It’s true that he is a government official. “The royal family also gives you a title.”
“Who asked you?”
Kyle opened his mouth, feeling a sense of familiarity for some unknown reason.
“I have only one question.”
He asked while looking directly at the girl.
“name.”
“·····.”
“What is your name?”
The girl answers that question.
The answer that came back was short.
“f*ck you.”
She raises her hand.
Fold your fingers one by one.
“Why should I tell you?”
The remaining finger is the middle finger.
She thrust her hand, with only her middle finger raised, in front of Kyle’s eyes.
“·····.”
Kyle was speechless for a moment.
A word from the author (author review)
The original last line was “f*ck you xx.” Or “A noun that roughly refers to your mother.” I was thinking about doing it, but I still felt like the pad lip was a bit… so I made a reasonable compromise.
