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Prelude to the Festival and Pride | Chapter 13
Chapter 12 << | index |
My chest grows warm, heart pounding loudly.
That line he just dropped so casually was perfectly, impossibly cool.
The Northern wizards are selfish, arrogant, incomprehensible, and occasionally troublesome. But......
Akira: (Without a doubt, the way they believe in their own strength makes them really cool.)
Snow in the portrait: ......I understand your resolve. We’ll be counting on you, Mithra.
White in the portrait: Mithra...... This might be our last farewell. If you have any final words......
Mithra: << Arthim >>
Bradley: Hey......!? At least give us some advance notice!?
Mithra chants his spell, and a rectangular door materializes. But space doesn’t open up immediately the way it usually does.
(Rumbling)
The darkness shakes violently.
Owen: .........! ......The darkness is moving......
Owen declares sharply. The pockets of darkness surrounding the temple and the particles of stars and moon close in on Mithra like they’re preying on him.
In no time at all, darkness wraps around Mithra’s arm. As he fights against the encroaching darkness, the door in space gradually opens.
Mithra’s eyes widen, and he presses his lips together like he’s enduring pain.
Mithra: ............
Akira: Hang in there, Mithra......!
Without thinking, encouragement bursts from my mouth. The other Northern wizards hold their breath, watching over Mithra’s magic.
A single ray of light shines through the crack in the door. In contrast, Mithra’s entire body is engulfed by darkness.
Beyond the gaping holes of darkness on his chest and near his abdomen, I can see the stars shining and the temple swaying.
Mithra: ......ch......!
Mithra’s green eyes are on the brink of being consumed entirely by the black darkness. At that moment—
Oz: << Vox Nox >>
The door in space opens.
And the Central wizards stand on the other side of the door.
Did that much time pass without us realizing? Beyond the door lies the glow of morning dawn. Oz holds up his staff, and the twins break free from the portrait.
Snow: Oh! It’s the Central wizards!
Arthur: Sir Snow, Sir White! You’re safe as well, Sir Sage......!
White: Well done, Mithra! Let’s perform the holy festival right now!
The darkness surrounding Mithra has scattered. Oz supports Mithra’s exhausted frame — he looks like he’s on the verge of collapsing.
(Footsteps)
Mithra: ......Oz......
Oz: Your punishment will come later. We’ll perform the holy festival and subdue the original spirits of the North. —Snow, White.
Snow: I know. Let’s begin!
Snow & White: << Noscommia >>
The music of the holy festival starts to resound.
As the Northern wizards chant their spells, their bodies begin to dimly glow.
Mithra: << Arthim >>
Owen: << Cuare Morito >>
Bradley: << Adnopotensum >>
Snow & White: << Noscommia >>
The Central wizards also cast their spells, supporting the Northern wizards.
Arthur: << Pernoctant Nixzo >>!
Cain: << Gladius Procella >>!
Riquet: << Sunrotea Edif >>!
Oz: << Vox Nox >>
Then, the ancient temple begins to shine more brightly than the stars.
A giant pillar of light emerges from the center of the temple.
The dim light surrounding the wizards begins to shine, and is sucked into the pillar like shooting stars.
My vision grows white from the shimmering brightness....
✦✧☾✧✦
And then we finally find ourselves back on the Plains of Hope.
Owen: ......It’s finally over......
Bradley: ......I’m hungry......
Mithra: ......I’m sleepy......
Cain: You guys just pulled off something pretty incredible, so you should really end it on a cooler note.
Bradley: Ahaha. Were we cool? Sorry for stealing your show, Mister Knight.
Oz: ......You all put the Sage and the young wizards in danger.
To think of sealing me away...... You should learn from your foolishness the hard way.
Mithra: Huh......? Are you going to call lightning down on us right now...?
Owen: Don’t point your staff at us. Take pity on us. Hey, help us out, dear Prince......
Arthur: Sir Oz...... Mithra and the others made the holy festival a success, so can you just overlook it this time......
Oz: ............ Only this once. Don’t try something like this a second time.
Riquet: I’m so glad. The Northern wizards must be tired. Would you like to eat the sweets that I brought as a snack?
Bradley: Oh yeah, what did you bring?
Owen: I’ll have some too.
Mithra: I wonder if it’ll fill my stomach.
Riquet: Wa—...... I didn’t say I was going to give you the whole thing! I didn’t!
Watching their lively conversation, I breathe a sigh of relief and laugh.
Akira: I’m glad you’re all safe.
Snow: That’s right. In any case, we managed to revive the ancient temples in each country.
White: With this, the mysterious incidents happening around the world should calm down at least slightly. You’ve worked hard, Sage.
I return the twins’ appreciation with a smile, and look up at the frozen skies of Northern Country.
Akira: (A lot of difficult things happened, but through these holy festivals, I feel like I’ve gotten to know the twenty-one wizards a little better.)
(Ah...... The moon is still in the sky......)
The faint, white morning moon — the < Great Catastrophe > — hangs in the distant sky.
The sage’s wizards who fight against the moon. The curtain has yet to rise on their battle.
Chapter 12 << | index |
My chest grows warm, heart pounding loudly.
That line he just dropped so casually was perfectly, impossibly cool.
The Northern wizards are selfish, arrogant, incomprehensible, and occasionally troublesome. But......
Akira: (Without a doubt, the way they believe in their own strength makes them really cool.)
Snow in the portrait: ......I understand your resolve. We’ll be counting on you, Mithra.
White in the portrait: Mithra...... This might be our last farewell. If you have any final words......
Mithra: << Arthim >>
Bradley: Hey......!? At least give us some advance notice!?
Mithra chants his spell, and a rectangular door materializes. But space doesn’t open up immediately the way it usually does.
(Rumbling)
The darkness shakes violently.
Owen: .........! ......The darkness is moving......
Owen declares sharply. The pockets of darkness surrounding the temple and the particles of stars and moon close in on Mithra like they’re preying on him.
In no time at all, darkness wraps around Mithra’s arm. As he fights against the encroaching darkness, the door in space gradually opens.
Mithra’s eyes widen, and he presses his lips together like he’s enduring pain.
Mithra: ............
Akira: Hang in there, Mithra......!
Without thinking, encouragement bursts from my mouth. The other Northern wizards hold their breath, watching over Mithra’s magic.
A single ray of light shines through the crack in the door. In contrast, Mithra’s entire body is engulfed by darkness.
Beyond the gaping holes of darkness on his chest and near his abdomen, I can see the stars shining and the temple swaying.
Mithra: ......ch......!
Mithra’s green eyes are on the brink of being consumed entirely by the black darkness. At that moment—
Oz: << Vox Nox >>
The door in space opens.
And the Central wizards stand on the other side of the door.
Did that much time pass without us realizing? Beyond the door lies the glow of morning dawn. Oz holds up his staff, and the twins break free from the portrait.
Snow: Oh! It’s the Central wizards!
Arthur: Sir Snow, Sir White! You’re safe as well, Sir Sage......!
White: Well done, Mithra! Let’s perform the holy festival right now!
The darkness surrounding Mithra has scattered. Oz supports Mithra’s exhausted frame — he looks like he’s on the verge of collapsing.
(Footsteps)
Mithra: ......Oz......
Oz: Your punishment will come later. We’ll perform the holy festival and subdue the original spirits of the North. —Snow, White.
Snow: I know. Let’s begin!
Snow & White: << Noscommia >>
The music of the holy festival starts to resound.
As the Northern wizards chant their spells, their bodies begin to dimly glow.
Mithra: << Arthim >>
Owen: << Cuare Morito >>
Bradley: << Adnopotensum >>
Snow & White: << Noscommia >>
The Central wizards also cast their spells, supporting the Northern wizards.
Arthur: << Pernoctant Nixzo >>!
Cain: << Gladius Procella >>!
Riquet: << Sunrotea Edif >>!
Oz: << Vox Nox >>
Then, the ancient temple begins to shine more brightly than the stars.
A giant pillar of light emerges from the center of the temple.
The dim light surrounding the wizards begins to shine, and is sucked into the pillar like shooting stars.
My vision grows white from the shimmering brightness....
✦✧☾✧✦
And then we finally find ourselves back on the Plains of Hope.
Owen: ......It’s finally over......
Bradley: ......I’m hungry......
Mithra: ......I’m sleepy......
Cain: You guys just pulled off something pretty incredible, so you should really end it on a cooler note.
Bradley: Ahaha. Were we cool? Sorry for stealing your show, Mister Knight.
Oz: ......You all put the Sage and the young wizards in danger.
To think of sealing me away...... You should learn from your foolishness the hard way.
Mithra: Huh......? Are you going to call lightning down on us right now...?
Owen: Don’t point your staff at us. Take pity on us. Hey, help us out, dear Prince......
Arthur: Sir Oz...... Mithra and the others made the holy festival a success, so can you just overlook it this time......
Oz: ............ Only this once. Don’t try something like this a second time.
Riquet: I’m so glad. The Northern wizards must be tired. Would you like to eat the sweets that I brought as a snack?
Bradley: Oh yeah, what did you bring?
Owen: I’ll have some too.
Mithra: I wonder if it’ll fill my stomach.
Riquet: Wa—...... I didn’t say I was going to give you the whole thing! I didn’t!
Watching their lively conversation, I breathe a sigh of relief and laugh.
Akira: I’m glad you’re all safe.
Snow: That’s right. In any case, we managed to revive the ancient temples in each country.
White: With this, the mysterious incidents happening around the world should calm down at least slightly. You’ve worked hard, Sage.
I return the twins’ appreciation with a smile, and look up at the frozen skies of Northern Country.
Akira: (A lot of difficult things happened, but through these holy festivals, I feel like I’ve gotten to know the twenty-one wizards a little better.)
(Ah...... The moon is still in the sky......)
The faint, white morning moon — the < Great Catastrophe > — hangs in the distant sky.
The sage’s wizards who fight against the moon. The curtain has yet to rise on their battle.
Chapter 12 << | index |