Main Story 2 | Chapter 16 | Investigating the Guild Remains

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Chapter 16: Investigating the Guild Remains
16.1 Each of Their Roles
16.2 On the Other Side of the Rainy Veil
16.3 Discord Upon Discord
16.4 Never Return
16.5 A Presence Much Like....
16.6 Tearing Down the Wall
16.7 A Night Out in Western Country
16.8 Nicholas’s Dream
16.9 Until This Dream Comes True
16.10 Something I Have Never Seen Before


16.1 Each of Their Roles

I am now an Eastern wizard myself, so perhaps I shouldn’t be the one to say this, but — Eastern wizards are perfectly suited for intelligence operations.
We are cautious, careful, and always on guard. We carry the appropriate level of fear in our hearts: enough to keep us from acting heedlessly, but not so heavy that it freezes us in our tracks.
Shino might talk big, and he certainly has lofty aspirations. But he, too, is far from reckless.
When faced with a powerful opponent, he quickly becomes more hawk-eyed than anyone, pivoting to prudent battle tactics. He may loathe exams, but he is always calculating his path towards victory.
It must be due to the environment in which he was raised. Shino was an orphan; he escaped from the workhouse, and survived on his own until he met Heath.
He’s familiar with the calculations it takes to survive. What sacrifices must be made? How will these affect the chances of victory?
As he swings his giant scythe, his mind is constantly buzzing. I think he’s a smart boy.
Espionage involves sneaking into enemy territory to decipher their movements. If we can secure the requisite information before a battle, we increase our chances of victory.
Shino is a naturally cautious boy, but he has a tendency to make sacrifices for Heathcliff, and for his own ambitions.
I thought that teaching him the importance of intelligence operations might reduce the chances of him getting hurt.

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Faust: Shino. You’re with me, just like we talked about back at the headquarters.

Shino: Got it.

Nero: And Heath, you’re with me.

Heathcliff: Yeah. Let’s work together to get this done, Nero.

I exchange glances with Nero and Heath before we part ways.
We had already discussed our plans for the day. Nero and Heathcliff would investigate the inn where the Guild once existed.
When Nero and I took a look at the front earlier, we spotted a sign that said "Hotel Imbrium."
Apparently it had been in business when Nero ran his shop in the City of Rain. It has several guest rooms, and its finances appear to be in good shape.
Shino and I find a spot where we can keep an eye on the hotel. We’re on stand-by, ready to move in case there’s an emergency.
The City of Rain is shielded by an austere code of law. It’s a safe and quiet city, which means mavericks stick out like sore thumbs.
There are shops that permit conversation, and shops that ban conversation. There are shops that permit reading, and shops that ban writing. Such rules are all predetermined.
We settle on a terrace seat at an eatery across from the hotel in complete silence. The plan was to keep this silence for however many hours it might take.
But Shino opens his mouth the moment our drinks arrive.

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Shino: Why’d you let Heath go?

I chide Shino with my gaze. He’s gone back to making that face — the same exasperated, rebellious, and flippant expression that he shows me all the time.

Shino: It’s fine. The other guys around us are whispering here and there too. The rain will drown out our voices.

I’ve never once told anyone, but I’m fond of Shino’s cheeky face.
Because I think it’s a sign that we’re living in good times: an era where the youth can freely air their dissatisfaction with the world.
I catch myself almost breaking into a smile, so I push down the corners of my lips, draw my brows together, and shake my head.

Faust: Silence. Follow the rules of the City of Rain.

Shino: You should’ve sent me out with Nero and kept Heath here.
Look, I acknowledge that you’re an experienced wizard. And I know that you’re pretty strong.

Faust: Thanks.

Shino: But you always choose the wrong people for the task.

Shino leans in towards me. I raise my brows and slowly press the cover of my book into Shino’s face, pushing him away.

Faust: Stop talking to me. I want to read. This shop doesn’t allow conversation; what is permitted is reading.

Shino: ............

Shino lapses back into dissatisfied silence and shifts his gaze to the book before him.
I continue pretending to read as I keep an eye on the hotel.
What sorts of individuals are entering and leaving the hotel? Can I sense any signs of magical presence?
I can sense Shino’s frustration exuding from his presence. He’s worried about Heathcliff.
As Heath’s servant, he also wants to be able to present Heath with a tangible achievement.
That’s why he grows uncomfortable at the thought of Heath leaving his mark while he is left with nothing to show.
Shino believes his life exists for Heath.
So if Heath manages to do something great, and Shino has contributed nothing to that achievement — Shino’s sense of existence will waver.
That is the vulnerability Shino harbors.

Faust: (...But my goodness, I didn’t realize it was this obvious.)

The frustration, ambition, concern, and dissatisfaction emanating from Shino’s every gesture reminds me of my own youthful days.
How did I appear in the eyes of Figaro, my master of magic, and Lennox, who stood by me as a trusted subordinate?
I thought I kept my personal feelings under control, separate from my job. But in retrospect, they must’ve been incredibly obvious.
Figaro was particularly concerned; he once quietly admonished me for it.
Though his training was substantively brutal — enough so that I thought I was going to die — he rarely ever reproached me with his own words.
He was always peaceful and kind; even as he taught me lessons so cruel that they would make me hold my breath, his voice remained level and dispassionate.
I remember when Figaro raised his voice. It was after I had completed my training, and we had regrouped with Alec and his forces.

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Figaro: Faust. You must not rush headlong into death.
Just as Alec is the head of the human forces, you are the head of the wizard forces. If the wizards lose you, they will fall into disarray.

Faust: But we have you, Lord Figaro. Even if I turn to stone, I know your guidance will carry us all forward.

Figaro: Faust. You should learn to avoid trusting others too much. Myself included.

Faust: .........

Figaro: I understand why you are concerned about Alec. You wish to be his shield; you wish to die before he does.
Because you fear becoming a wizard who has lost everything worth protecting — a wizard who has outlived his time.
But you must not lose sight of your role. Do not let your concern for Alec give birth to an uneasiness that overtakes you and drives you to an early death.

Faust: I do not feel uneasy; nor am I rushing towards an early death. But Alec is the keystone of our revolutionary army, and he is a human.
Is it wrong for me — a wizard — to protect a human?

Figaro: It would be fine if this were just about the two of you.
But this is no longer a tale of two: you have brought the fate of numerous lives into your revolution.

Faust: I realize that.

Figaro: No, you do not.

That was the first time I heard Figaro retort with such force.

Figaro: You do not understand.

Surprised by his tone, I grew confused and embarrassed. I apologized profusely, and he responded with a quiet murmur and a shake of the head.
Lately, that scene has been repeating itself in my mind.
Figaro was usually aloof: he might have flashed a cynical smile every now and then, but he rarely exposed his sorrow or anger.
But in that moment, his face looked like the ephemeral light of the moon reflected on a watery surface: colored by the luster of sadness and loathing.

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Faust: (My youthful recklessness and short-sightedness must’ve been as obvious as Shino’s is right now...)

One thing led to another, and I ended up becoming the Eastern wizards’ teacher. It wasn’t like I wanted to. But now I think my students — Shino, Heath, and Nero, too — are all genuinely adorable.
Watching them develop brings me joy. I pray that their growth as wizards will in turn lead them to live fortunate lives.
I wonder if Figaro felt the same way about me?
Every time that thought crosses my mind, I think, "But I would never leave my students behind."
And every time that thought crosses my mind, I remember Lennox, who I did leave behind.
He devoted four hundred years of his life to searching for me.
That is my sin.
I may have been hurt and confused, trapped in a pit of despair, but I still refused to look him in the eye after all he did for me.
I refused to heed his warnings; I refused to cut off Alec and escape from the prison. Instead, I chose......
I chose to trust Alec. I thought that if I showed Alec that I did not fear being burned at the stake, he, too, would trust me in return.
What an absurd and childish fantasy. It never could have survived.
Alec nearly killed me, and I, in turn, abandoned Lennox and disappeared from this world.
Because I believed he would have no future if he stayed by my side.
But I knew how devoted he was. How could I have been so irresponsible?
I should have at least told him that this was the end; I should have said good-bye. That way I could have avoided wasting so much of his life.
I turned my back on Lennox just as Figaro turned his back on me.
How could I lean on him anymore?

Shino: Hey.

Shino’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
I put my finger to my lips to convey that there is nothing wrong with the Guild Hotel, and that he should be quiet.

Shino: Your face needs to be quiet. You look like you’re going through mood swings.

I pull my hat down to cover my eyes. Guilty as charged.

Shino: ......Did something happen?

Shino whispers. I can hear the concern in his voice. See — he’s fundamentally kind like this. I let out a short sigh.
"Something happened to you. I can sense Figaro’s magic in your presence."
I swallow those words.
Shino said Figaro tended to his wounds, but I am fairly certain that Figaro cast a spell over Shino’s heart or his memories.
I think he figured that I would notice. He’s not one to cast spells like this willy-nilly. But that is precisely why I don’t know how to feel.
He did something to one of my precious students. I feel alarmed, suspicious, and anxious — I want to get to the heart of the matter immediately....
But I also wonder: perhaps he caught onto something that I missed. Perhaps he’s quietly offering his support, and I should feel grateful that he’s covering for my missteps.
Figaro wouldn’t do anything strange to Shino. I trust him at least that much.
I feel like a fool: four hundred years have passed, yet I still don’t know how to choose any option but trust.

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16.2 On the Other Side of the Rainy Veil

Shino: Stop making so many faces.

Faust: I know, I know. Stop looking.

The rain begins to beat down on us, and the customers on the terrace move to take cover under the eaves.
Shino and I line up beside the rest. I spot more people whispering into each others’ ears; maybe they’re discussing whether to head home.
Shino tugs at my arm. I offer him my ear without turning my gaze in his direction, and he whispers:

Shino: What’s a retreating defensive action?

Where did that question come from, I wonder. I look at what he’s holding: it’s a history book on military tactics utilizing magic.
He isn’t ready for this. You shouldn’t learn advanced battle tactics before you have a decent grasp of the fundamentals; you might use them the wrong way.

Faust: It’s essentially a tactical withdrawal. But it’s too soon for you to be learning battle tactics....

Shino: Withdrawal means you’re running away, right? But this book speaks highly of the leader of the troops. Why is that?

That sounds like the kind of thing Shino would ask: after all, he tends to focus on straightforward achievements like victory.
I want to show him that victory isn’t everything. My urge to teach wins over, and, mindful of the rain and the people around us, I cautiously whisper into Shino’s ear.

Faust: Because you can’t measure a commander’s accomplishments just by frontal assaults and victories.

Shino: Why?

Faust: Withdrawals inevitably involve a great deal of sacrifice. Rather than attaining victory, it can be more difficult to pull back while minimizing the loss of your troops.

Shino: It’s harder than winning?

Faust: Indeed. Military morale sinks incredibly low during a retreat, and it often disrupts the chain of command.
Conversely, the enemy now has momentum. You need to command your troops with a steady, calm arm — otherwise they will be exterminated.

Shino: I see. So the general bringing up the back is responsible for the military’s very survival.
So that’s why they call this guy a great commander.

Faust: Who?

Maybe it’s a historical figure that I’m familiar with, I think, before Shino shoves his book into my face.

Shino: Faust Lavinia, the founding hero and sworn ally of Alec Granvelle, the first king of Central Country.
In a fierce battle that resulted in a tactical withdrawal, the wizarding troops saved the revolutionary army from total destruction, and the commander’s achievements were praised all throughout Central Country.

Faust: ...........

Shino’s dissatisfaction and distrust pierce through the cloudy veil of rain.

Shino: You have the same name.

Faust: ......Shino. That book is......

Shino: You’re keeping secrets too. Which is fine. This isn’t supposed to be a lasting relationship.

The already-gray city drops an even darker shadow upon us. This isn’t supposed to last — those words leave a sorrowful echo in my mind.

Shino: But I have no obligation to take commands from a man who won’t show me his true identity.
Don’t send Heath ahead of me next time. I won’t listen to you.

Shino is right to be frustrated. How could you entrust your life to a man who won’t even tell you about his past?
But Shino’s frantic attitude also confirms my suspicion.

Faust: (......Shino is keeping a secret. And it probably has to do with Heath.)

I’ve suspected it for a while.
Shino always prioritizes his lord Heath’s safety over all else.
Yet Shino rarely speaks up about Heath’s bizarre injury, which still remains a mystery to this day.
You would expect him to be dying to know what exactly Heath’s injury is.

Faust: (Does Shino know what Heath’s bizarre injury is?)

The rain pounds down upon us, splattering against the pavement. Shino’s gaze remains critical and unwavering.
We Eastern wizards are not fond of being overly friendly. Shino and Nero both avoid discussing their pasts.
As do I.
Only Heath, who cherishes his many loving memories involving his parents, shares his stories every now and then.
We prefer to interact with others as if gazing at a world beyond a veil of rain.
We accept the gray skies that loom above us. So long as we can get a vague sense of the silhouettes surrounding us, and exchange the bare minimum of words necessary for a conversation, we can get by.
That distance brings us comfort.
But if we are preparing for a battle with our lives on the line, we need to forge a stronger sense of community.
Even if it spells an end to this comfortable relationship.

Faust: ......Are you always reading books like that?

Shino: I got it from Heath. The Blanchett family is a military family. They also serve as the key defense point of Eastern Country.
Heath knows more about historical battles and war tactics than I do.
He may be reserved, but he’s not a fool, Mr. Faust.

Shino never calls me Mr. Faust. I know what that means.
He’s not showing me deference: this is either sarcasm or cynicism.
Shino twists his lips and huffs with disdain.

Shino: Hmph........
You’re a man who cast aside his heroic title like it was nothing. You’ll never understand what it’s like to yearn to be a hero.

I open my mouth, trying to respond. That’s when Shino looks up.
He’s observing someone headed into the hotel.
It’s a woman. I know her too.

Shino: Tanya.

She’s a hunter we met on a mission to Jura Forest in Eastern Country.
The rain lets up; the air grows lukewarm, and the sky brightens.
Rarely does a hunter leave the forest where they make a living.
Shino stands, leaving me with a few words.

Shino: I’ll go talk to her. You stay here.

Faust: All right.

I nod, though I fully intend to run to his side if something happens. Shino catches up to Tanya.
They exchange a few words, and he returns.

Faust: Any findings?

Shino: Apparently she’s in town because a caravan leader she met in Jura Forest had a mission for her. She accepted the mission out of a sense of responsibility.

Faust: Sense of responsibility?


Shino: Apparently the caravan head’s daughter disappeared right before her eyes.

I furrow my brows. This spells trouble.

Shino: She said it all began with a strange rumor: that travelers who stepped foot into Jura Forest wound up in some hotel in the City of Rain before they knew it.

Faust: Travelers in Jura Forest finding themselves in a hotel? This hotel?


Shino: Yeah. A hotel with a triangular roof — this has to be it.

I glance at the hotel one more time.

Shino: Tanya just wrote it off as a made-up story told by a gossip-loving traveler.
But the caravan that got lost in Jura Forest came asking for her help.
They said the leader’s daughter got dragged through by her feet.

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Shino: Tanya rushed to rescue her — and spotted the girl being pulled away by something.
She couldn’t see what exactly had grabbed her — there was dust, debris, and dead leaves scattered through the air.
But out of nowhere, a small room appeared in the virgin forest.

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Shino: And that’s when the girl disappeared, and the room with her.
I listen to the tale with my brows furrowed the whole time. A small room appearing out of nowhere in the deep, primeval forest of Jura....?

Faust: (Is it some kind of magic that cuts through space? Like Mithra’s door....?)

Shino: Tanya remembered the strange rumor and conveyed it to the caravan. That’s when they asked her to head out on this mission.

Faust: So that’s why she came all the way to the City of Rain.... It must’ve been a long journey for a human like her.

Shino: I bet it wasn’t too bad — she’s a tough one, with strong legs.
But I do think she’s being too nice, even if she is being paid richly.

Faust: I see. Anything else?

Shino: That’s all. She was in a hurry too.

I nod and narrow my eyes.
Magic that cuts through space is highly sophisticated. If what Shino just said is true, then there’s an individual with an incredible amount of magical power roaming around this area.
The spirits murmur whenever a powerful wizard like Oz or Mithra makes his presence known. I don’t sense any disturbances among the spirits right now.
But something feels off. I can’t tell if it’s because of the rain, or because of my heightened nerves — it’s that subtle, but....
I stare at the hotel, searching for Nero and Heath’s presence. They’re still in there.

Faust: Did she head into the hotel?

Shino: Yeah. Maybe she’ll run into Heath.

Manager: Sir, please......

We turn around to look at the manager.
He looks terribly sorry as he lifts his index finger to his mouth.
Shino and I reciprocate his gesture and nod, to tell him, "Yes, of course."
"So long as you get it," the manager responds by averting his gaze.
Shino and I both flip open the pages of our books that will go unread.

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Heathcliff: ...........

Nero: ............

Heathcliff: We got permission to look through the hotel, but there are hardly any traces of the Guild....

Nero: Yeah.... I mean, it’s a defunct guild.
Even if they left anything behind when it was dissolved, I bet it all got cleaned up before the hotel was built. Or it would’ve got cleared out with renovations.

Heathcliff: The "Co-Prosperity Rulebook" of the Wizards’ Guild....
The author was supposed to be an elderly wizard named Nova, right?

Nero: Elderly? I guess you could say elderly, but that would make me not-young too......

Heathcliff: Didn’t you say he was a white-haired gentleman wearing a rather antiquated outfit?

Nero: Yeah. But he looked pretty young.

Heathcliff: ......Was he powerful?

Nero: He sure was...... Mithra, Bradley, and Owen — three Northern wizards took him on, and they couldn’t finish him off.

Heathcliff: Yeah.... Shino wants to defeat Nova with his own two hands, but......

Nero: I’d advise against it. Leave that guy to Oz or the Northern wizards.
Nova doesn’t hold back. If Shino tries to face him head-on, he’ll get turned to stone.

Heathcliff: ...........

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16.3 Discord Upon Discord

Nero: Don’t worry about it. We can leave the bloody bits to the other guys. Our job is to search for leads on Nova.

Heathcliff: You’re right.... I feel bad making Oz and the others do all the rough work, but I think we need to rely on them this time.

Nero: Yeah.

Heathcliff: Nero......

Nero: What’s wrong?

Heathcliff: Has Shino mentioned anything.... Anything about me, for example?

Nero: Yeah, every day. The two things we talk about are you and food.

Heathcliff: Ah.... Haha. Yeah.

Nero: .........

Nero: Did something happen? Not trying to pry, but if you have any burning questions, I’ll try to answer them.
I won’t tell anyone. I won’t tell Shino, and I won’t tell Faust.

Heathcliff: Yeah......

Nero: And... Like, you don’t have to tell me either. Just do whatever makes you comfortable.

Heathcliff: Sorry, thanks for being so considerate......

Nero: Don’t worry about it. You’re just as prone to caring too much.

Heathcliff: ............
Nero, do you know what my bizarre injury is....?

Nero: ......No....

Heathcliff: Are you sure?

Nero: Yeah. Did you figure out what it is?

Heathcliff: ......No. I really don’t know.... ......But......
I feel like Shino does. ......This is just a hunch, but.......

Nero: ......But wouldn’t he tell you if he knew? I don’t see why he’d keep it a secret.

Heathcliff: What if......
What if it was so embarrassing that it would make me want to die?

Nero: ............

Heathcliff: I feel like Shino wouldn’t tell me if it was something that would throw me into shock......

Nero: ....What do you mean, embarrassing?

Heathcliff: I don’t know.... But......
You know how Murr was once hailed as the most brilliant genius in all of Western Country?

Nero: Oh, for sure. I hear he had a real sharp mind.

Heathcliff: But his soul was shattered, and.... Shylock spent a long time trying to teach him words and common sense.
But until he did, Murr was like a beast; he wouldn’t wear any clothes, and.... ....He couldn’t even speak......

Nero: ........

Heathcliff: Please don’t get the wrong idea. I’m fond of Murr; I think he’s my friend, and I respect him.
He surprises me sometimes, but he’s entertaining and well-educated. He makes me smile when he acts cute, too. But....
But I.... I wouldn’t be able to stand it. If I learned that I had ever screamed in public while naked......
......I would probably be so embarrassed that I’d want to die.......

Nero: ............

Heathcliff: ......More than anything, I don’t know how I could face my parents.......
......I brought shame to my wonderful, admirable parents by being born a wizard. They became laughingstocks.
......I can’t cause them any more trouble than I have already......

Nero: .......Heath......
Your parents.... Uh, your honorable.... The Lord of Blanchett? The Master?

Heathcliff: You can call them however you like.

Nero: Um, then, let me say Mr. and Mrs. Blanchett. They, like......
They treasure you. You’re precious to them, Heath; they don’t think you’re an embarrassment.

Heathcliff: Yeah... ....I know...... I’m the only one who feels guilty........

Nero: ........... ......Well, I guess it makes sense for you to feel this way, Heath......
.......I see...... So Shino might know what your bizarre injury is......

Heathcliff: ...........

Nero: ......... What would you do if that were true?

Heathcliff: Huh......?

Nero: As a lord, would you be able to forgive your underling for keeping a secret from you?

Heathcliff: ...........

Nero: Even if he were hiding it for your sake — would you be able to keep trusting him the way you do now?
If it were up to me, I’d keep the secret close to my heart and act like it was nothing. Even if it meant you’d never trust me again.
Because I’d rather risk that than have to hear my beloved lord say, "I want to die."

Heathcliff: Nero......

Nero: ...........

Heathcliff: ......You know, sometimes I wonder....

Nero: Yeah.

Heathcliff: Nero, did you have someone precious to you?

Nero: ............

Heathcliff: It’s just a feeling, but.... That’s what it sounds like.

Nero: I did.
But I betrayed him.

Heathcliff: ...........

Nero: That’s why you shouldn’t trust me too much either. I’m a fickle guy. I don’t deserve your trust.
I mean.... I’m not gonna, like, abandon you right here and now, but.

Heathcliff: ......You must’ve had a reason.

Nero: Nah. Even if I did, a traitor is a traitor.

Heathcliff: But......
......Ah......

???: ...........
Hello, Heath.

Heathcliff: Why, hello. We meet again. Are you staying at this inn?

Nero: ......Ah......

Heathcliff: Nero, this is the man I met earlier. I never got your name, sir.

Nero: Run, Heath......!

Heathcliff: Huh?

Nero: This guy is Nova!

Heathcliff: ...........!?

Nova: Haha.... Indeed.
I am Nova.


Faust: .........!

Shino: What’s up?

Out of nowhere, Nero and Heath’s presence disappeared in an instant.
My worst fears have materialized. My body freezes up, but my mind remains incredibly calm.
The more upsetting the situation, the more naturally my mind suppresses extreme emotions.
I hate to admit it, but it’s an old habit from when I cast aside my personal feelings to live as a public figure.

Faust: (I’m not so sure about Heath, but there’s no way Nero would let himself get turned to stone without some act of resistance.)
(And if something happened, his magical presence would’ve grown more powerful right before he disappeared.)
(But it just vanished into thin air. Which means they’re either suppressing their presence — or some form of space travel has occurred.)

Shino: ......I don’t sense Heath’s presence......

It takes Shino an extra second to catch on. The moment he does, his eyes fly open wide in shock, and he makes to take off.
Immediately, I grab him by the collar and tug him back to my side.

Shino: ......cough......! Let me go......!

Faust: Calm down. Listen to me.

Shino: And why should I!? You put Heath in that situation......!

Faust: Silence!

I shout amidst the pouring rain.
Shino is stunned into silence and stands blinking in a quiet daze, causing droplets of rain to fall from his eyelashes.
I try to temper my tone into the most soothing voice possible to avoid provoking Shino any further.

Faust: Remain calm. A single, minor misstep on our end could drive them into a corner.
They may have run into the enemy; they could be hiding their presence to ride out the storm.
If that’s the case, our actions will simply put the enemy more on edge. Do you understand?

Shino: ......But......

Shino’s gaze remains uneasy; it darts to and fro, as if he’s at a complete loss.
I grab his chin with one hand and force him to gaze into my eyes.

Faust: Look at me. We’re infiltrating the hotel. If you can’t follow my orders, I’m leaving you behind.

Shino: Th......

Faust: I want to take you with me. You know Heath’s presence better than anyone else. You’re a brave and powerful wizard.

Shino returns my gaze.
The anxiety and panic in his eyes slowly recede, giving way to his usual calm.

Faust: Shino. I trust you.
But you will not realize your true potential with your heart in disarray. You’ll simply make things more dangerous for Heath and Nero.
Can you placate your heart and follow my orders?

Shino takes a deep breath.
He shoves my hand away — and with that, the impudently calm Shino has returned.

Shino: Who do you think you’re talking to?

I smile. This isn’t a calculated expression — I just can’t help myself.

Faust: All right. Follow me.

We stand up. Shino whisks his robe over his shoulder, slicing through droplets of rain that scatter upon the pavement.

Manager: Sir, please......

I give a nod to the manager and leave our payment on the table.
He looks relieved: he finally got rid of two pesky guests.
We head towards the Guild Hotel. Concealed under my robe, I draw a small magic circle.
The magic circle gives birth to a black salamander, which crawls down my wrist and makes its way onto the wet pavement.
It slinks around the pavement until it reaches an unpopulated area. There, it turns into a bird and takes off into the sky.
Its destination is the magic headquarters. Even if we are exterminated, it should alert the other wizards.

Shino: How’d you do that? I hardly sensed your magic.

Faust: I’ll teach you next time. Shino, do you remember the signals I taught you the other day?

Shino: Yeah, because you made me take a make-up test.

We can communicate directly with each other’s hearts using magic, but that means betraying our magical presence.
A powerful wizard would even be able to read the exact content of our mind-to-mind conversation.
That’s why we frequently use signals that can be emitted with minimal magic — code signals that only we understand.

Faust: If we run into Heath and Nero, don’t immediately rush to them. Nova disguised himself as Mithra for a while last time.

Shino: All right.

We head towards the hotel.
We open the door, and step in.

(Door creaks)

✦✧☾✧✦

Shino: ......I don’t sense anything weird here. How about you?

Faust: ......I don’t either. But don’t let your guard down.

I observe the front lobby of the hotel. It looks like the owner and one of his workers are working side-by-side.
It doesn’t seem like they’re involved in any kind of crime; nor do they seem like wizards concealing their true identities.
They’re modest and exhausted, with the minimum amount of friendliness necessary for their jobs. I can’t imagine them having any part in a conspiracy.
I turn my eyes to the structure of the building. It certainly was the guild headquarters: the walls are made of old stone.

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16.4 Never Return

A few travelers who have dropped off their belongings are asking for hay at the counter.
They’re probably feeding their travel horses, who are stationed in the stalls behind the hotel.
We probably ought to ask the owner for permission before we begin our investigation, but I want to attract as little attention as possible.
I envision a clouded mirror and a pitch-black mirror in my mind as we wordlessly pass by the front counter.
They symbolize two claims: "Nothing right will be reflected in this mirror," and "You see nothing."
It’s not really proper magic — it’s more like a charm, but it works well enough to affect the Eastern spirits.
Nobody notices us as we step further into the hotel.

✦✧☾✧✦

(Footsteps) (Door opens)

We start our search on the first floor, going up floor by floor. But we can’t make out Heath’s or Nero’s presence on any floor.
If they’re deliberately concealing their presence, then they probably would’ve taken action the moment we stepped foot into the hotel.
But nothing changes. Which means they must have suddenly disappeared.
They were either kidnapped, or wandered into a space between dimensions.... I’m sure they haven’t been turned to stone.
Both Nero and Heath are powerful enough wizards that there would be some sign of their remains if they were killed.
I know that in my heart. But Shino’s eyes grow increasingly panicked.

Shino: ....Let’s ask the owner of the inn. And the other guests too. We still have time.

Faust: Don’t panic. You’ll stand out.

Shino grabs my clothes, furious.

Shino: We don’t have time to waste! Someone might be trying to kill Heath right n......!
Nnngh......!

I cover his mouth before he can break out into shouting.

Faust: Calm down. Let’s say they’ve been kidnapped. The moment we make a fuss....
The culprits might murder Nero and Heath to cover their tracks. I know of one incident that happened exactly like that.

Shino: What are you......

Faust: My subordinates were killed. The other military units on our side raised such an uproar that it inflamed the culprits — and they killed every last one of my subordinates.
But the culprits only wanted to start negotiations with our army. They were all young farmers.
The enraged soldiers then avenged their comrades by killing every single one of the kidnappers in return.

I rummage around in my bosom and pull out a small, round case. It contains incense formulated from magic herbs.
I smudge the incense onto Shino’s forehead and throat before he can say anything.
His eyes have been dangerously bloodshot and watery.
Heath is Shino’s whole world.
It’s not surprising that he’s short for breath, unable to see what’s ahead of him.
Because that’s how I felt when I couldn’t confirm Alec’s well-being. And each time I panicked, Figaro would scold me.
Calm down.

Shino: ....What the hell!?

Lennox, who always stood behind me, would also speak up.
Sir Faust. Everything will work out.
I’m sure Sir Alec is all right.
For this era — this world — will protect him.

Faust: Calm down. This is just incense. It’ll soothe your mind.

Shino: I’m not a dog! Some scent’s not gonna......

Faust: Next time, I'll coddle you close and stroke your head like a baby, Shino.
It will be all right. Heathcliff will not die; he won’t leave you behind.

Shino’s eyes waver, trembling with weakness.
He’s breathing like a drowning man.
Shino’s soul is more tightly affixed to Heathcliff than I had ever imagined.

Faust: Nero is with him. Take a deep breath, and let it out. Once you’ve calmed down, prepare your magic tool.

Shino: My magic tool?

Faust: That’s right. If we can’t find anything by the time we make it to the top floor, we’re going to search the place for a distortion in space. I’m counting on you for support.

Shino: A distortion in space....? Can I even help?

What an uncharacteristic line, coming from Shino.
I take out another small bag and bite through the string sealing the stone powder inside. This powder functions as a simple protective charm.
I sprinkle it over Shino’s head. The blue and green powder creates a pretty spiral that encircles Shino’s body.

Faust: I need you to help. Or else we’ll be in trouble. Prepare your tool.

Shino nods and closes his eyes before chanting his spell.

Shino: << Matztzāh Sudipas >>

While he’s occupied, I bite my thumb, spin Shino around so his back faces me, and smear my blood on the nape of his neck.

Shino: What are you doing?

Faust: Leaving my mark.

Shino: Mark...?

Faust: You are mine. I won't let anyone else touch you.

Shino breaks free of my grasp.
I thought he might be so moved that he would actually express his gratitude for me, but instead, he furrows his brows and furiously shakes his head.

Shino: I’m not yours. I’m Heath’s.

Faust: Is that so.

And with that, this ever-impudent student of mine heads up towards the top floor with me.

(Footsteps)

✦✧☾✧✦

We arrive at the top floor.
It’s subtle, but something feels off. I press my foot against the creaking floorboards and observe my surroundings.
It’s a really, really minor sense of contrivance. As if there are grains of soil from a foreign region mixed in with the native soil....

Faust: (....Is something hiding?)

Traveler: Hello.... ......!?

A traveler who just emerged from his room jumps at the sight of Shino and his scythe, and heads straight back into his room.

Shino: Should we evacuate the guests?

Faust: We’re just searching for the distortion in space. I don’t think it’s necessary, but I suppose we should for good measure.

Shino: Got it.

Shino goes around knocking on doors, saying:

Shino: I’m about to avenge my parents. If you don’t wanna get dragged into our fight, I suggest you head downstairs for a while.

It’s a clever bit of improvisation that sends the guests downstairs in no time.
I can’t pick out anyone suspicious in the crowd of guests.
I think of Lennox. He was terrible at these kinds of impromptu measures.
I was as well, so we’d always stumble over ourselves whenever we needed to tell lies.
Figaro and Alec were skilled liars. They always knew how to move the hearts of people.

Shino: I sent them down. What next?

I nod and give Shino his orders.

Faust: I’m going to search for the distortion in space. It’s a task that requires a lot of concentration.
Your job is to sustain the barrier that I conjure, using a medium to ensure that the equilibrium remains undisturbed.

Shino: What medium?

Faust: My blood that I smeared on the back of your neck.

Shino rests his giant scythe on one shoulder and smirks.

Shino: Didn’t realize we got so close.

Faust: Glad to see that your cheekiness is back. Keep it up.

I push up my glasses and conjure my magic tool.
I chant my spell.

Faust: << Satillquinart Mullcreed >>

A faint light overflows from my mirror, spilling onto the floor like water.
I turn the mirror towards Shino. Upon reflecting Shino’s image, it bathes Shino and his scythe in light.
The light then gathers around the nape of Shino’s neck. I didn’t tell him, but the blood medium also serves a protective role.
So long as we’re both standing within this barrier, all the damage that Shino might sustain will come to me instead.

Faust: I’m going to search for the distortion. Don’t talk to me.

Shino: Got it. ....I’m counting on you.

Faust: Leave it to me.

I close my eyes and scan the area before me.
We’re standing in a place with a long, long history. The spirits may very well be influenced by the ghosts of eras far removed from our own.
As if sinking into the depths of the ocean, I give my body and heart over to the place in which I stand, probing for the bizarre presence I sensed earlier.
As I do, memories of the past begin to well up inside of me.
The more I focus on capturing the presence that lies before my eyes, the more brilliant and numerous my memories become.
Lennox never needed instructions. He knew everything about me.
He knew what I wanted to do; he knew what I needed. He was always one step ahead.
People often mentioned it was difficult to understand what was going on in Lennox’s mind.
But I thought there was nobody in this world who was as easy to read as he was.
Because he was always praying for the happiness of others.
So the people standing by his side must be fortunate.
Rutile. Mitile. And Figaro, too.
I can no longer stand by his side.
To me, Lennox is a reward. If I’m with him, I will become fortunate.
And I abandoned happiness. I chose to be reborn as a curseworker, crushing blessings beneath the soles of my shoes.
Our paths will never cross again. And yet, in times like these, I think of him.
Lennox would’ve stood over there; glanced that way, and prepared for this next move.
He would’ve done so without a single word from me. It’s not that Shino is callow; he’s just inexperienced. That’s not his fault.
It was simply easy to be by Lennox’s side.
He made it easy to breathe.

✦✧☾✧✦

Lennox: This way, Sir Faust!

Faust: Coming now!

I could lend my back to my comrades and keep facing forward.
I miss that era. I miss those days.
When I turned around, I could see Sir Figaro watching over us from behind....

Figaro: Take care.

And Alec would lead at the vanguard, wielding the treasured sword Caletvwlch high above his head.

Alec: Now!
Now is the time for change!

And I would gaze at his back from behind, my heart thumping with excitement.

✦✧☾✧✦

Faust: (Ah......)

I feel so lonely all of a sudden.
I can never go back to those days.
They will never return.

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16.5 A Presence Much Like....

I loathed him with such burning fury; yet here I am, still longing. I’m truly, truly such a fool. But....
I loved that golden era of my life.
Yet I let those beloved days slip through the cracks between my fingers. That’s why....
I want to protect the spring of Shino and Heath’s youth.

(Room flashes)

Faust: ......!

Out of nowhere, a dark, unfamiliar room flashes through my mind.
It seems to be related to the distortion of space.

Faust: (Is that room hidden somewhere within this building....?)

I close my eyes again and take a deep breath, focusing on the shadows around me.

(Room flashes)

I catch a glimpse of the room again.
And utter my spell before its illusionary remains disappear like smoke.

Faust: << Satillquinart Mullcreed >>

In the next moment....

We find ourselves transported to an unfamiliar room.

Shino: .......!? Where are we......

Faust: A hidden space. Shino, stay by my side.

Shino: ......I sense Heath’s presence...... Does that mean they were here too?

Faust: << Satillquinart Mullcreed >>

My spell illuminates the room.

Faust: This is....

The interior is decorated by cobwebs and dust.
I see an emblem engraved into a trinket that sits on one of the bookshelves.

Faust: ....Is this the emblem of the Wizards’ Guild....?

Shino: Faust!

Shino calls my name, his voice sharp.
He’s crouched in the corner of the room, trying to help someone up.
It’s Tanya, the hunter.

Tanya: ......Uugh......

Shino: Are you okay? Pull yourself together.

I quickly survey her physical condition. She doesn’t seem to be gravely injured, and she also doesn’t look ill.
Her face twists in agony as she slowly opens her eyes.
When she comes to her senses, she inhales sharply and grabs Shino by the arm.

Tanya: Where are Lord Heathcliff and Nero!?

Shino: They’re not with us. We’re looking for them too. Did you see them?

She nods and looks towards me.

Tanya: I can’t recall what exactly happened to me. But I saw many, many scenes pass before my eyes.
Right as I was about to get dragged away, Nero saved me.
And I was left behind here, as Heathcliff and Nero departed into a myriad of flashing scenery.

Shino: Were they hurt!?

Tanya: I don’t know. They were fighting a white-haired man.

Faust: ......A white-haired man......

My breath catches.
That sounds like the wizard who summoned the moon — Nova.
My gut clenches up as I rummage through the bookshelves in search of any information that might help us.

Faust: (We’ve gotten involved in a space distortion spell. Multiple scenes are bound together by magic here. Nero and Heath have to be somewhere within those dimensions.)
(Nero protected Tanya. That must mean he’s still alive.)
(Because you wouldn’t try to protect someone if you yourself were about to die.... ...........Well, I guess he would, but......)

Shino shakes Tanya.

Shino: Anything else!? Do you know anything else!?

Tanya: ....Anything else.... Ah...... This......

Tanya shows something to Shino. I keep an eye on them as I spot a book that seems to be a diary.
I open the dust-ridden cover. Inside, I read "Records of the Eastern Wizards’ Guild," scribbled in faint letters.

Faust: (This is a running record of guild meetings and visitors...... It’s from back when this hotel served as the guild headquarters......)
(Who in the world set up this space distortion? Was it Nova, or one of the Guild’s old members....?)
(......Hm? Mr. Murr Hart......)

A familiar name jumps out at me, and I pause from flipping through the pages.

Faust: (Mr. Murr Hart visited the guild...... We continued our negotiations surrounding the classified rotary machine, commissioned by the Honorable Lord......)
(We requested that he put a hold on the project immediately, but it’s unclear whether we have the capacity to stop Mr. Murr Hart, who is backed by two nations....)
(....A classified rotary machine....?)

Shino: This.... This is Heath’s pocket watch!

I spin around to face Shino. The lights go dim; we fall back into darkness.
Shino clutches the pocket watch with both hands.
Even in the dark, I can tell that it really is Heathcliff’s pocket watch.
So Heath doesn’t have his magic tool with him.
I feel the blood leave my body as I look at Tanya.
I’m about to ask, "Where did you find this?" But instead, I find myself at a loss for words.
Because Tanya is smiling.
Watching Shino struggle for breath as he clutches Heath’s pocket watch.
Her unnatural smile sends chills down my spine.
Tanya reaches out towards Shino, ready to embrace him.
So I grab Shino’s robe and tug him towards me with a jolt.

Shino: .....Ow..!?

In the same sweep, I step on Tanya’s face.

Shino: Faust!?

But there’s nothing under my heel. Tanya disappears like smoke.
I shield Shino behind my back and glance around the room.
That’s when I hear a voice from behind me.

Nova: You’re so violent.

Faust: .........!?

I throw up a protective barrier as I spin around.
There stands a harrowing, white-haired wizard.
With tyrian purple eyes like glass that look as if they’ve been slotted into a porcelain doll’s head.
A scarred left eye; an artificial right eye.
A quiet, dispassionate smile.

Shino: ......This guy is Nova......!?

Faust: What did you do to Tanya!?

The white-haired wizard tilts his head and laughs.
Something feels off.
I’ve met plenty of people who smile while committing evil.
But something feels wrong here. Owen, for example, will laugh in delight whenever his mischief goes exactly the way he wants it to.
Putting aside any judgment on his behavior, there’s a certain childish innocence to his laughter.
But this white-haired man feels more distant.
He acts like an outsider who is simply here to observe a spectacle.

Faust: (A wizard.... Is he a wizard?)
(The spirits aren’t reacting the way they usually do. He’s not a human, but his aura.......)
(Reminds me of the Sage.)

Shino: Did you kidnap Heath!?

Shino raises his voice. His face is twisted with terror, and his hands are trembling as he holds his scythe.
Shino doesn’t let his emotions control him. He knows how to measure an enemy’s strength. He has gained that knowledge through repeated experience in battle — and that’s precisely why he’s scared.
Nova laughs nonchalantly.
He may be looking down on us, but he is not striking us with terrible hatred, dark ambition, or a desire to dominate.

Nova: Why don’t you see for yourself?

The white-haired wizard raises his palm into the air.
He’s about to use magic. It takes a second to register, because the spirits are also taking their time to respond.
Spirits are swayed by powerful wizards.
The same way people go wild with excitement watching a parade of heroes, the spirits, too, cannot stay indifferent.
But the spirits around us are indifferent. They’re hardly wild with excitement; they act more like dead leaves whisked up by a breeze.
They’re being used like tools.
The man closes his hand.

(Woosh)

✦✧☾✧✦

The world falls into darkness and crumbles like mud.

Shino: Faust......!

I shield Shino with my body.
As I cover him, I summon a brilliant light within my mirror.
I can see the white-haired wizard looming in the distance as we fall into the depths of darkness.

Faust: << Satillquinart Mullcreed >>

I take aim, shooting a sharp knife of light towards Nova’s throat in an attempt to retaliate.
But the light scatters in an instant.

Nova: I’m sure Heath is delighted.
He said he loved these sorts of things, after all.

(Woosh)

The darkness sweeps us away like a violent current.

Shino: He loves what? ........!?

I can feel Shino's body pulling away from mine. I force my way through amidst the crumbling dimensions to close the space between us. I grab his skinny arms, holding him tight.

Faust: Don’t let go of my hand! Don’t worry! I’ll make sure you can meet Heath again......!

Shino: Faust...... ........!

After a moment’s pause, Shino clings to my arm. I can feel the warmth of his body close to mine.
It makes me think of how Alec’s palms were always warm.
I click my tongue at the memory that floods back to me against my will. No way in hell I’m letting myself turn to stone while thinking about Alec.

Faust: (I will save Shino...... Nero, Heath, stay alive!)

The muddy stream of darkness swallows us whole.

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16.6 Tearing Down the Wall

Cain: All right, I’m going to get back in there and try again.

Riquet: I’m coming too.

Oz: As am I.

Cain: No, I’m going alone. I get the feeling that the people at the Western headquarters are walling us out; I have to get them to open up to get what we’re looking for.

Riquet: I’m good at becoming friends with people.

Oz: I...... I am not certain I would say the same. I do not make friends.

Cain: Thanks, you guys. I really appreciate your feelings, but you can leave it to me.

Oz & Riquet: Why?

Cain: The situation here involves politics. The two of you aren’t great at politics, right?

Oz & Riquet: Politics.......

Cain: Trust me. All it’ll take is linking our arms together over a couple of drinks: you can even make a friend out of a Western soldier before you know it. And then I’ll try getting at what they know about Nicholas.

Riquet: Very well then. Please convey my regards to your friends.

Cain: Got it. Well, I haven’t made those friends yet.

Oz: I’m counting on you.

Cain: Let me handle it. You guys should return to the lodgings.

Riquet: Got it.


(Footsteps)

Riquet: Oz, why don’t you take a trip back to Central Country first?

Oz: Why?

Riquet: As long as it’s before sunset, traveling to Central Castle is as easy as opening the door to the room next to you, right?
Why don’t you go see Prince Arthur and tell him that we’re going to stay in Western Country tonight?

Oz: That won’t be necessary.

Riquet: Maybe not, but wouldn’t you have gone to see him if he had been in the next room over?

Oz: I told him I would bring him Nova’s stone the next time we meet. Until then, I will not face him.

Riquet: Why?

Oz: You’re asking me why......?

Riquet: From the way I see it, you’re the only one who will enjoy that plan.

Oz: ...........?

Riquet: I don’t think Prince Arthur cares whether you bring him Nova’s old stones or whatever; I think he just wants to see you.
He loves journeying and adventures, but for some reason he held himself back and returned to the castle instead today.
The castle might be a far, far place for me to go, but to you, it’s nothing more than a room next door. Why don’t you go?

Oz: ...........
No.

Riquet: What are you finding troublesome?

Oz: The effort is not the issue. I simply cannot face him without bringing back anything to show.......

Riquet: What was that about facing him?

Oz: ...........
You would not understand, even if I explained it. You’re still too young.

Riquet: I can understand it — don’t just give up like that.
I’m trying my best to understand, so don’t you dare decide on your own that you’re going to give up.

Oz: ...........

Riquet: Go on, so what were you saying about facing Prince Arthur?

Oz: ...... I do not know. I cannot put it into words.

Riquet: You’re being honest about how you feel. That’s an excellent start.

Oz: But I sense light rain on the horizon.

Riquet: You should go and see him. Even if it rains, the room next door to you is just a walk away. You can easily travel there and back again, right?

Oz: I cannot leave you by yourself.

Riquet: Don’t worry. I’ll stay safely in our lodgings without getting up to anything.

Oz: ......Fine. I’ll send you to our lodgings, and head to Central Country if the sun hasn’t set by then.

Riquet: Okay. Let’s hurry up and go now.

✦✧☾✧✦

Western soldier: Please wait here.

Cain: Thanks. Uh, hey, do you have a moment?

Western soldier: What can I do for you?

Cain: I thought I’d take the chance to do some sightseeing nearby since I’m here in Western Country. What a beautiful place!

Western soldier: It is my honor to hear that! Please partake in the sights! Have you seen the Western palace yet?

Cain: Not yet. I only just got here. Do you think you could show me around? I brought souvenirs from Central, and you have to let me buy you a round of drinks!

Western soldier: Really!? That’s really decent of you! It would be my pleasure to–......

Western officer: Ahem.

Western soldier: Ah...... My apologies...... I have work, so I couldn’t possibly......

Cain: I-I see. That’s a shame. If you’re busy today, then maybe tomorrow–......

Western soldier: I will be working tomorrow, as well as the day after. Please accept my apologies, and I bid you a good day.

(Footsteps walking away)

Cain: ...........
(I’ve heard that the West is full of sociable types, but they were acting really stiff......)
(They might’ve gotten orders not to mix with me.)
(If that’s the case, it won’t be easy to ask about Nicholas.......)

Owen: Haha...... How amusing. You got brushed off..

Cain: ...........!? Owen!?
How did you get in here!? When did you get here!?

Owen: Does it even matter? I’m a wizard. I can break in from anywhere I please.

Cain: Um, I feel bad saying this, but......

Owen: What?

Cain: Can you leave?

Owen: ...........

Cain: I have an important discussion to attend to. I don’t want anything going wrong.

Owen: Huh, that’s good to know.

Cain: Owen......

Owen: Why are you so worked up? You were the one making confident declarations about handling politics.

Cain: How long have you been eavesdropping?

Owen: Hmph. You don’t have what it takes to play politics, Sir Knight.
Do you really think people would trust someone so upright, honorable, and free from desire? No one believes sincerity from people who don’t spout lies.

Cain: What? No, you’ve gotta trust guys like that.

Owen: Fufu...... You’re too naive, Sir Knight.
It’s the underhanded, sneaky liars and cowards who are easy to trust.
People place their trust in those sorts far more often than in saints who never lie or speak ill of anyone.
You know why? It’s because everyone is like that — they’re all filthy liars who don’t want to lift a single finger.
You see, for people like that to carry on feeling good about their place in life, they need to eliminate the righteous knights of justice standing in their way.

Cain: ...........

Owen: Hey, Sir Knight...... Haven’t you ever thought about it?
Don’t you think about how unfair the world is when you see people who are better than you?
Surely you’ve resented it — having to bear the unequal burden of bridging the gap between yourself and others?
People who get ahead in life are all cheaters, and people with kind faces are all liars. They pretend to be good just to win the flattery of others around them.
You put on a brave front, but deep inside, you’re just as fake and cowardly.
Am I wrong?

Cain: ............
I feel bad saying this after you went on for so long, but.......
Sorry, I have no idea what you’re trying to say.

Owen: ...........
Tsk......It’s insane how thoughtless and carefree this guy is......

Cain: Hold on. I think I kinda get what you mean.
When I was young, I was jealous of the kids who could run faster than me.
But I kept training, so eventually I got faster than them. Effort and hard work always pay off.

Owen: Sometimes they don’t.

Cain: Really?

Owen: Obviously?! You can’t win against me, right?

Cain: Just for now. I will someday.

Owen: There’s no way you’ll ever win! Your eye belongs to me forever. Well? Do you feel despair now?

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16.7 A Night Out in Western Country

Cain: What about you? Are you going to keep losing against Oz forever?

Owen: What? We’re not talking about me and Oz right now.

Cain: Just humor me. Are you going to keep losing against Oz forever?

Owen: Of course not. Once I turn Oz into stone, I’ll make him into my personal chair and eat the messiest, stickiest cake while sitting in it.

Cain: See? We feel the same way. Let’s both do our best.

Owen: Hah?

Cain: Should we bump fists? See, hold your fist out and place it side by side with mine like this.......

Owen: Stop it. I feel like I’m losing my mind.

Cain: Take it easy.

Owen: Did you say we should both do our best? Ah, I see.... You don’t care if Oz dies, Sir Knight.

Cain: You’re twisting my words around......

Owen: Huh...... You act like you’re on his side, but you’re pretty heartless.
But it all makes sense: if only Oz were out of the picture, then Sir Prince would only have you to rely on.
Useless, incompetent Sir Knight. As long as Oz is around, no one needs you, do they?

Cain: ............

Owen: Yay! You finally got mad!

Cain: Hey......

Owen: Ahaha! Look at yourself! So you can get jealous too.

Cain: ......I-I’m not! Okay, maybe I’m a little upset, but I wouldn’t say jealous.......

Owen: Fufu, you’re making excuses. Oh, look at you, little baby Sir Knight: you can feel something as ugly and messy as jealousy too.
......Oh, this feels great.......

Cain: ......You look like you’re having fun.......
Anyway, please leave for now. I need to get buddy-buddy with these Western soldiers.

Owen: You really think you can pull it off? People in the West are driven by pleasure; they’re wily cheaters, and they’re fond of bribes.
A stuffy, uptight knight coming from Central and preaching about justice? You’ll bore them so badly they’ll want to throw up.

Cain: ......Bribes?

Owen: That’s right. Weren’t you listening? Bad people have no reason to trust sincere and honest people.
They find it easier to trust others who do the same bad things.
But you — you’re the personification of sincerity: you’d never stoop to cheating and cowardly acts.

Cain: ............ No.......
I can.

Owen: You can’t.

Cain: I can.

Owen: You can’t. You’re a knight to your core. You’ve never cheated or lied, have you?

Cain: Even so, this is something neither Oz nor Riquet can do. That means it has to be me.
I’m willing to do it to help Arthur — even if I have to betray my ideals.

Owen: ............
Hmph...... Try your best then. I bet you won’t be able to anyway.

Cain: I’m telling you I can.

Owen: And I’m saying you can’t.

(Footsteps)

Western officer: Thank you for waiting.

Cain: Sure, thanks. Owen. Just get out of here already.

Owen: I’m one of the Sage’s wizards too. I can stay if I want to.

Cain: ......I’m Cain, a Central wizard and the former captain of the Order of Knights. My companion is the Northern wizard Owen.

Western officer: ......A Northern wizard.......

Cain: We’ve come on an inspection tour today hoping to find information on Nicholas, the captain of our country’s Magical Technology Corps......

Owen: He’s asking you for a bribe.

Cain: Owen!

Owen: It’s no use lying. Sir Knight here is angling for a bribe: he’s hoping you’ll slip him some money under the table.

Western officer: ...........

Owen: What will it be, Sir Knight? This is your last chance to back out.

Cain: .................
He’s right. To be honest with you, I’m pretty strapped for cash. I wouldn’t say no if you had anything to offer me.

Owen: .......Hah?

Cain: I dropped by today to investigate what Nicholas was like before his death. But, you know, just between us.......
Who cares about some guy who already kicked the bucket? I just want to finish up here and go home already.
Look, man, I’m sure you have better things to do than fend off investigations from some foreign wizards. I don’t want to make you put up with unwarranted suspicion either.
I’ll put that all aside if you arrange some entertainment for us. And cover the tab, of course. I heard that you guys can throw a real party here in Western Country. Why don’t we make it a good time for all of us?

Western officer: ......So, when you say bribe, are you requesting a banquet?

Cain: For now, that’s what I’m putting on the table.

Western officer: Are you looking for women or wagers?

Cain: I’ll take both.

Owen: Hah?

Western officer: Well, I’ll get you an invite to the officer’s club. Once you’re in the door, you’re free to coax the night into the banquet of your dreams......

Cain: Got it. You catch on quick — why don’t you join me and have a good time too?

Western officer: It would be my honor.

Cain: Oh right, I have to write up an investigation report — it’s more a formality than anything else.
Could you bring along some people who were close to Nicholas? I’ll just ask them some questions over drinks.

Western officer: I understand. I’ll have one of my men show you to the officer’s club.

Cain: Thanks, man.

Owen: Wait.......

Western soldier: Sir Cain, Sir Owen. Please come this way.

Cain: Right away? All right, let’s go!

Owen: Hey, Sir Knight......

Western officer: Don’t hold back — let yourself partake in all the indulgences of a night out in Western Country.

(Door closes)


Western officer: Hmm...... So that’s the former captain of Central’s Order of Knights...... It appears all those rumors of their noble, virtuous knight are nothing more than that.
Those who rise in the ranks at a young age always fall victim to the trap of losing themselves to arrogance and puffed-up vanity. What a deplorable story.
Haha...... Well, that makes things easier for us.

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Server: Welcome, Sir Cain, to the Western officers’ club. Please relax and enjoy everything we have to offer you tonight.

Cain: Thanks.

Server: At present, we’re preparing a fine selection of Western beauties and setting up the gambling stations for tonight’s banquet.
If you would kindly wait just–.......

Cain: Hurry it up, if you can. All the military brass walking in and out of here are killing the mood. How am I supposed to cut loose and have fun?

Server: As you wish, sir.

(Footsteps)

Owen: Are you stupid?

Cain: Oh, Owen? You’re still here?

Owen: Can’t you see his face? His contempt for you is practically dripping off him. You’re supposed to be a knight.......

Cain: I’m not a knight.

Owen: Yes, you are.

Cain: I was stripped of my title.

Owen: So?

Cain: I lost against a Northern wizard, and got exposed as nothing more than a cowardly wizard parading under a lie. All because of you!

Owen: Th.......

Cain: Just leave already! Don’t get in my way!

Owen: ............
Die.

(Owen disappears)


Cain: ............. Finally. He’s gone.

Server: Is anything the matter?

Cain: It’s fine. Give me everything you’ve got.
I’m sure it’s gonna be one hell of a night.

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16.8 Nicholas’s Dream

(Babble of voices in the background)

I down drink after drink, but my mind seems bent on staying sober. And yet at the same time, I feel dizzy and sick from drinking too much.
I lick my lips, trying for a tasteless sneer. Thanks to my drunken act, I can drape myself over the other guests, putting hands all over their bodies.
The man who was supposed to be close to Nicholas approaches me. He has a deep voice and an unexpectedly reserved manner for a Western guy.
His gaze is contemptuous as I launch into a tirade of insults about Nicholas. Ah, I think — he’s a good guy.
Apparently, he’d liked Nicholas and thought well of him as a foreign soldier. That makes me happy.
I wanted to talk to him about Nicholas. But as my disparaging comments continue, he too, joins in on voicing Nicholas’s faults.

Nicholas's acquaintance: Sir Nicholas was a somber man, prone to depressive spells. He almost seemed like he should’ve been from the East.
His entire life, it seemed, ended the very moment he lost his glory. All of it crumbled away in a match they held before their King.

Cain: The match they held before the King?

Nicholas's acquaintance: You haven’t heard of it? Apparently, he was abruptly sent into the ring to fight a young knight from the countryside.

I listen to his tale in silence: that young knight is probably me.

Nicholas's acquaintance: Someone in the palace caught wind of some rumors about a talented young swordsman, and made the sudden decision to enter him into a match before the King.
In any case, they had to have meant it as a minor spectacle to stir up conversation amongst the people. Not one single person expected the young swordsman to actually best Nicholas.
However, Nicholas lost the match. I heard that his opponent was a boy, not even twenty years old. From that day onwards, Nicholas’s life changed.
The captain of the Order of Knights, losing to a mere youth. It stained his honor, dragged his reputation through the mud. And it reflected poorly on Central’s authority beyond its borders.
Nicholas was expelled from his post, unceremoniously packed off to Western Country under orders to learn magical science.
They stripped him of all that he was and drove him far away from home, as easily as if they were replacing soiled parts with new ones.
He was a zealous student of magical science, but he never once seemed happy.

Cain: I see.......

I feign disinterest as my heart churns with turbulent emotions.
Did I humiliate Nicholas? Did I steal away the glory and reputation from a man I respected?
Did my actions ruin Nicholas so completely, sink him so low that he resorted to conducting a ritual to summon the moon?
But what should I have done? Should I have lost on purpose?

Cain: (If Nicholas had been in my position.......)
(Maybe that’s what he would've done. He was a kind, considerate man. He hated smearing anyone’s honor.)
(All I thought about was challenging strong opponents, desperate to test my blade...... I never spared a thought for anyone’s reputation.)
(But it’s not like you lose your honor from losing a single match? It just means you have to train harder and win the next one.)
(Yes, I was elated about my own victory, but I never looked down on you. Nicholas......)
(I admired you and looked up to you. You, who bent your head to the point of my sword — to an opponent barely more than a child — and bowed to me as if we were equal.......)
(I’ve never forgotten that day either, you know.)

Nicholas's acquaintance: You look pale. Are you okay?

Cain: Yeah........ Actually, maybe not. I’ll get some water ......

Nicholas's acquaintance: That’s a good idea. I’ll signal the server. Okay, now where was I in my story?

Cain: ......Um, Nicholas came to Western Country, and......

Nicholas's acquaintance: That’s right. He was sent to the West, and his betrothal was called off.

Cain: His betrothal?

Nicholas's acquaintance: Yes. He was engaged to a girl from a noble family, but I hear he was the one who broke off the betrothal.
Obviously, the higher-ups claimed that they were sending him away to further his study of magical science, but it was a demotion in all but name.

My head swims. I reach for my glass of wine and down it in one gulp without waiting for the server to bring water.
Owen’s eye sears my eye socket, throbbing painfully where it’s been forcefully embedded.

Nicholas's acquaintance: That’s why I was relieved to see Nicholas walking around with a new lover.

Cain: Lover......?

Nicholas's acquaintance: Yes. She was a stunning beauty, with white hair and fair skin...... I wonder what happened to her.

Cain: Do you know her name?

Nicholas's acquaintance: No, I do not. All I ever learned is that they once traveled to Borda Island together.

Cain: Borda Island...... Well, it is a famous vacation destination in the West.

Nicholas's acquaintance: Apparently they weren’t there for anything like sightseeing. I hear she was an academic who was investigating someplace called Adams Island, or something like that.
It’s said that a wizard sank the place hundreds of years ago.
Nicholas didn’t appear to know anything about it. However......
He did say that if all went well, it might be his chance to make his dream come true and start a new life.

Nicholas’s dream.......
I heard it from Owen: Nicholas wanted to become a wizard.
He was expelled from his post as captain, and the guy who ousted him turned out to be a wizard hiding his identity.......
Why did he want to become a wizard?
Something murky unfurls in my chest. Suddenly, Nicholas’s acquaintance presses in close, bridging the distance between us.
He whispers in my ear.

Nicholas's acquaintance: Hey...... Aren’t you fed up with all of Central’s bullshit?
It’s just cruel of them to strip a man of his honor and reputation as a knight, discarding him like an overgrown weed even though he did nothing but serve in the name of his country.

He’s not wrong. Intense feelings surge from the depths of my heart.
His gaze burns with zeal and righteous indignation; he clasps my shoulders, shaking me.

Nicholas's acquaintance: I’m a military man myself; I get your frustrations. We can’t have a second Nicholas on our hands.
Don’t you agree?

Cain: Yeah, you’re right.

Nicholas's acquaintance: Then we should change things. To protect the honor of the heroes of Central Country.
It’s difficult to shake things up from the inside. But outside forces can create a catalyst for change.
Prince Vincent of Central Country has been particularly receptive to the direction of Western sentiments, even expressing deep sympathy for our side.
I’m rounding up people who are passionate about our cause. So how about it? Why don’t you consider joining us?

I press my lips into a firm line. Somewhere along the way, our conversation took a sharp turn.

Cain: (Is he trying to sweet talk me into working as a spy?)

No way. That’s how I would’ve responded just a little while ago.
But I think about Owen’s words: no one wants to open their heart to righteous people.
And it’s true: people only listened to me after I solicited a bribe.

Cain: (I don’t want to stoop so low as to turn traitor to my own country. Once I cross that line, I have a feeling I’ll never be able to clear my name again.)
(No...... I already lost my reputation a long time ago....... Besides.......)
(This is probably the only way I can help that Oz can’t.)
(Right now, this is the only thing that I can do for Central Country, and for Arthur.)
(There’s nothing else.)
All right.......
Can you tell me more about it?

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16.9 Until This Dream Comes True

Rutile: So many people came by to say hi to us today.

Lennox: It looks like people are more accepting of the Wizards’ House than we imagined. That’s great.

Figaro: It’s probably thanks to all of you, for all your help when they were rebuilding the capital — and to Arthur, for being the wonderful Prince of Central Country.
Everyone’s starting to see us wizards in a friendly light.

Rutile: You’re right. Everyone was terrified of us when Mister Nicholas fell from the balcony, but....
The people of Central Country are all so kind and caring. Don’t you agree, Mitile?

Mitile: Yes......

Figaro: What’s wrong, Mitile?

Lennox: Apparently Mitile and Rutile got into a fight.

Mitile: We did not! We just had a little bit of a disagreement......

Figaro: Mitile, you did great work today. How about you and I take a little detour before we head back?

Mitile: Huh....?

Rutile: That sounds lovely, Mitile! Mister Leno and I will head back together, so you and Dr. Figaro should enjoy shopping together.

Mitile: Are you sure, Dr. Figaro....?

Figaro: Of course. The market shows a different side of itself in the evening compared to the morning — I’m sure it’ll be fun.

Mitile: Okay then, let’s go.

Figaro: Sounds good.


Lennox: ......Dr. Figaro. It looks like there’s something on Mitile’s mind. So please be kind to him.

Figaro: I know. I’m a nice guy, okay?

Rutile: You really are. Thank you for being so attentive to Mitile.
Please take care of him for me.

Figaro: Of course.


Mitile: ...........

Figaro: Looks like most of the shops are closed. But the bars are all beginning to open.

Mitile: Yes......
Um, did you know that person from earlier? The really tall man......

Figaro: Yes.

Mitile: Is he also a wizard?

Figaro: That’s right.

Mitile: I’m jealous.... He seemed like a strong, powerful man.
If you’re like him or Mister Leno, I guess you could live a happy life even if your magic isn’t very powerful.

Figaro: Isaac.... He actually said something very different. He said smart people must live happy lives.
Mitile, you were always one of the smartest students in your whole school. Are you happy?

Mitile: ......I don’t know.

Figaro: Right? It’s hard to say.

Mitile: Dr. Figaro, you’ve been a Southern wizard your whole life, right?

Figaro: Yes.

Mitile: Did you never wish you could be a powerful wizard....?

Figaro: Hmm.... I have thought about it, like, it would be convenient if I were more powerful than that guy, but.
All of the strong wizards I knew seemed unhappy.

Mitile: ....Does that include Mister Mithra and Mother, too?

Figaro: It does. Though I guess it would be misleading to say they were flat-out unhappy.
But I think that’s why Tiretta married your father, Mitile. And I think it’s also why Mithra made a promise.

Mitile: What do you mean?

Figaro: How should I put it.... The way I see it, Mitile, you seem very happy.
I understand that you worry and feel hurt about all sorts of things.
So I’m sorry if this makes you think, "Dr. Figaro doesn’t get it at all."
But to me — happiness is the same as intellect. You get to live in this world, so isn’t it foolish to become unhappy?
Mitile, to me, you look happy. Because you’re smart, and you’re loved. You’re living your life the right way.
Your life is so good, in fact, that whether or not you’re a powerful wizard shouldn’t matter much.

Mitile: ...........

Figaro: I guess it’s hard for you to agree — maybe you didn’t really get what I’m trying to say.

Mitile: Dr. Figaro, are you a smart grown-up?

Figaro: What do you think?

Mitile: ......I’m not sure.
Dr. Figaro, you know a lot, but sometimes you do things that are unnecessary.

Figaro: Ahaha, you’re right.

Mitile: And when you run into misfortune, you try to leave it as it is.......
Is that what you mean when you talked about foolishness, Dr. Figaro?

Figaro: Probably.

Mitile: ...... If that’s the case......
I don’t want to give up just yet.

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Arthur: ............

Vincent: Arthur.

Arthur: Uncle. Is there anything I can do for you?

Vincent: I’ve dismissed my attendants: it’s just the two of us out here. Let’s have a discussion, face to face.

Arthur: Very well, let me get you a chair–......

Vincent: That won’t be necessary. I’ll get straight to the point: what do you think of this country?

Arthur: I think it’s a beautiful country. Granted, it has its share of flaws and problems, but it’s a wonderful place.

Vincent: Exactly. And yet you have no patriotic inclination for this nation.

Arthur: I do — I love this country.

Vincent: No, you do not. What you love is this world. You don’t think of this country as special.

Arthur: .......Would that be such a terrible thing?

Vincent: This is not a question of right or wrong.

Arthur: Why are there barriers separating the countries from each other?

Vincent: It was not my decision; the matter has been decided thus since ancient times.
Arthur. I admit I’ve had my reservations, but I know you are an intelligent and courageous young man.
You have everything it takes to inherit the throne; you could become a renowned ruler who leaves an enduring mark in history.
If only you thought of this country as special — if only you harbored any patriotic love.
You love and yearn after Oz — after wizards — more than you love Central Country.
Please. Tell me truly what your feelings are.
Do you truly wish for the throne in your heart of hearts?

Arthur: .............

Vincent: You were a child brought up in the harsh Northern lands by Oz himself. Your life cannot be measured by societal conventions or legal codes.
I have no intention of usurping your position. But should you find the title of prince too binding — should you feel trapped by the throne — I can assume that responsibility.
I do not make this offer out of pity, nor is it to serve my own ambition.
It’s not as if my ambition has disappeared, but I’ve undergone a change of heart.
We live in a time of great trials — not just our country, but the world we live in. Sir Faust is watching over our endeavors too.

Arthur: Is he?

Vincent: Yes, he is. You have acted in a manner bordering more on disrespect than ignorance in not realizing who he is, despite spending time in such close quarters with him.

Arthur: When you say Sir Faust, are you referring to the Faust at our magic headquarters?

Vincent: He is one and the same as the Holy Wizard, Sir Faust. He is the founding hero of our country, and the savior who brought peace to an age of war.

Arthur: Ah, I thought so.

Vincent: Treat this with more gravity. As the descendant of Alec Granvelle, you should be more prudent of your conduct.
Back to our conversation: know that I am putting forward this suggestion after a series of events that have brought about my change of heart.
You will become king someday. But you do not hold any particular reverence for this country. And it is the greatest tragedy of a country and its people not to reside within their king’s love.
If the role of prince hangs too heavy over your shoulders, you can set your burden aside and return to the Northern lands.
I have no wish of entering into a quarrel that might divide our country into warring factions, no matter how slim the possibility.

Arthur: ...........
I would be lying if I said it was not a heavy burden. There are times I yearn to shed my responsibilities and return to the dear, familiar place of my memories.
But I cannot entrust everything to you just yet, Uncle.

Vincent: And why is that?

Arthur: Because I’m worried about the wizards.
I’m sure the wizards will become good friends to you, Uncle, and to the people of this country.
But I have a feeling that it will take some time. I want to see that come to fruition.

Vincent: ......I cannot trust wizards. And that is not their fault.
They possess fearsome powers: they can freely change their appearance, infiltrate any location they wish, and carry out assassinations without so much as a drop of poison.

Arthur: They might be able to, but they aren’t doing any of those things. I have never once tried to pry into your secrets, Uncle.
Because I want to become an ally to everyone.

Vincent: ...........

Arthur: Until my wish is fulfilled, I cannot leave Central Country.

Vincent: ........... I understand. You can forget what I said.

Arthur: That’s not necessary.

Vincent: Think of my head: I’ve practically declared treason with this conversation.

Arthur: I won’t let your head go flying off. I’d be troubled without you, Uncle. You have so many people relying on you.

Vincent: Hmph......
That’s right, Arthur. There’s one last thing I wanted to ask of you.

Arthur: What is it?

Vincent: Is Rustica Ferch connected to that Ferch family?

Arthur: The Ferch family...... Are you talking about the once-prosperous Western noble family who built the Sapphire Castle?

Vincent: Yes.

Arthur: I couldn’t say. I’ve never asked him directly, but he might be related to them.
The Ferch family was a great house of aristocrats, so it stands to reason if they had scores of descendants. Why do you bring it up?

Vincent: After the peace conference, an envoy from Western Country sent a personal missive to the King.
Among a list of their requests, they asked for us to turn Rustica Ferch over to them.

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16.10 Something I Have Never Seen Before

Arthur: ......They asked to claim Rustica?

Vincent: Yes.

Arthur: And how did you respond, Uncle?

Vincent: I declined their request in a roundabout manner. I felt that you and the Sage would’ve been against it.

Arthur: Uncle......

Vincent: Do not look at me so fondly. I did not make the decision for your sake.

Arthur: Why would the Western king have made such a request? I’ll try asking Rustica.
Rustica is fairly forgetful, so he might not remember matters of the past.
Are there any written accounts left on the Ferch family?

Vincent: I believe there are scarcely any left, after Oz’s book-burning.

Arthur: Book-burning......? Are you claiming that Sir Oz set books on fire?

Vincent: Indeed. We have hardly any records left of the West during the time of Oz’s world conquest.

Arthur: Sir Oz is not the kind of person who would burn books.
He’s the one who taught me the importance of books, and who gave me my grimoire......

Vincent: That’s how the history goes! We might as well be speaking different languages when it comes to Oz.

Arthur: ...........
But, the burning of their books must have pained the people of Western Country......

Vincent: The West has Murr Hart, the greatest philosopher of our era. He is the embodiment of a living record, a lexicon of all that has happened. It’s natural that Western Country takes such pride in him.
If you want to look for walking encyclopedias, most long-lived wizards surely fit the criteria. Have you asked the other Sage’s wizards?

Arthur: About what?

Vincent: About Oz — whether it’s true that he razed half the earth to the ground.

Arthur: ...........

Vincent: Arthur. Cease your blind defense of Oz; you must open your eyes and find the courage to face the truth.
You must ascertain Oz’s true form for yourself. Do you understand?

Arthur: ......I understand.

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Arthur:.......I’ll ask Sir Oz and the other long-lived wizards, and find it for myself......
......The truth......

Oz: ...........

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Rutile: The sun has completely set. I wonder if Mister Mithra is back at the magic headquarters....

Lennox: No matter where he is, he can come back in the blink of an eye.
Which means his mood can dictate whether he’s going to leave or stay behind.

Rutile: Yes......

Lennox: ......Ah....

Rutile: What is it, Mister Leno?

Lennox: This is Sir Faust’s familiar.
Did something happen to Sir Faust......?

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(Drop of water)

Faust: .............
Where am I......

I regain consciousness in the darkness.
My lower body has gone cold. I’m probably standing in cold water.

(Drop of water)

The sounds of falling droplets echo through the space.

Faust: (......We’re not outside.... We’re not in a river or a lake. Is this......)
(A subterranean lake......? No, if we were in a cavern, there would be rocks......)
(....Could this be an underground waterway......?)

Shino: Faust......

Faust: Shino.

I faintly catch Shino’s voice and scan the area for his presence.

Shino: ......Where are you......

Faust: Don’t move. I’ll......

Perhaps the darkness is making him anxious; Shino utters his spell.
He’s trying to illuminate the area.

Shino: << Matztzāh Sudipas >>

Faust: Stop......!

I try to stop him.
When an enemy lurks in the darkness, light will only make you a target.
An eerie sound reverberates around us; it’s as if the air is trembling.

Shino: .......!

Faust: Shino!

Something slices through the air and cuts Shino’s windpipe.
But my charm protects Shino.
And my throat is struck with sharp pain in his place.

Faust: .........!

Shino: Faust.......!

Faust: Don’t move! Lie low!

I hold my breath and prepare my mirror.
Something lurks in the darkness.
I strain my senses. Something is coming this way, water splashing as it moves.
I shiver as the presence grows closer and closer. But midway, I realize what it is, and my eyes widen in shock.
It’s Nero. I nearly collapse from relief.
Nero is a skilled and experienced wizard. So long as he’s around, I’m sure we can find our way out of this predicament.
But an ominous presence approaches alongside Nero’s.

Nero: .........!
......Faust!

Nero shouts, his voice hoarse.
He’s right there. I reach out to him.
Something heavy and warm is thrust into my arms.
It’s a person.
I thought it might be Heath, but it’s a girl. She’s too small to be Tanya.
My immediate thought is that it must be the caravan head’s daughter.
I reach out to grab Nero’s arm, trying to make sure he’s all right.
Nero collapses on the spot. I try to catch him, but fall backwards into the water instead, nearly drowning.
The water is freezing cold, but Nero’s back is drenched in lukewarm liquid.
He’s bleeding heavily.
Nero is on the brink of death.

Faust: Ne......

Nero: ........A dark......beast......

Shino: .......A dark beast......

Shino’s voice is shrill.
Not from fear, but from sorrow.

Nero: ......Don’t attack...... ......Heath is......
.............

Faust: Nero! Hey, Nero......!

Nero goes completely limp and collapses on top of the girl’s body.
I strain my ears.
The growl of a beast echoes on the other side of the darkness.
Then......
I witness something I have never seen before.

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