161 160. Speculation.txt (1/2)

That's the way to go, my friend!　Yeah, yeah, it's fine!

-- Yeah, I can hear Dear's voice.

But the quality of her voice is completely different. Instead of the usual masculine language, it's a softer language that matches his body.

I understand it instantly.

That this voice is not of Dia, but of the 'Sith', and that now I am dreaming.

I'm remembering the memory of that castle again.

It's a new and beautiful hall, but it's a little different from the last time.

But it's a little different from the last time. I look out the window and see that it's raining heavily. Since the glass was not covered, the raindrops were blowing into the hall.

The clattering sound was constant and steady, and the drops of rain were running down to the magic circle painted all over the floor.

As if escaping from the rain, countless books were piled up like a mountain in the center of the great hall.

I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.

--I looked down at it from above.

It's that dream again.

The castle I arrived at after searching and searching and searching for a way to save my sister.

There are three people living there, the 'Apostle Sith', the 'Saint Tiara' and the masked man.

I've been living in another world for a long time, so I understand.

Right now, the three of them are developing magic in the castle's great hall.

They are kneading their body's magic on the magic circle, repeating the trial and error of breaking it down and constructing it, and writing down the ”magic formula” one after another in books.

Even for me, the highest human class that has reached the 20th level, the castle is filled with an eye-popping amount of magic power. The girl Tiara is controlling it as if she were playing with clay.

The eyes of the masked man watching over the situation are sharp. The light in his eyes that can be seen through the gaps in his mask is so bright that it appears to be luminescent.

He continues to see and analyze Tiara's magic with his eyes, moving his hands unsteadily to leave the magic formula in the book. And I can clearly see that he is inscribing the magic formula into his own brain as well.

--I know the man in the mask as if he were my own.

After all, the masked man's name is ”Kanami”. Of course.

”Hey, master. How does it feel?

Same as before. As always, Tiara calls the masked man her master.

Tiara anxiously checks her magic performance.

'Oh, you're getting better, Tiara. ...... but that's not the end of it, you know. If your conversion efficiency isn't good, your 'conversion result (status)' construction is full of holes.

The man smiled thinly and graded the girl's magic.

'Don't compare me to Master. Master's construction of 'conversion results (status)' is too perverted for me. ......

'But someday you're going to adapt this for the whole country, right?　You can't just whine here.

'Right. If this can be done by anyone, no one will call 'magic power' 'poison' anymore ....... We'll have to work at it .......

Rather, the girl regained her spirits and started the magic construction all over again from the beginning.

Seeing this, the man was impressed.

'You're amazing, Tiara. I can work hard for my sister, but you can work hard for someone you don't know.'

...... Well, yeah. But my mentor is great too. It's a good thing that he was the one who guided me. We're going to create a 'magic' together that will make everyone happy.

'In the end, though, the only thing I could make was not 'magic' but 'spellcraft'. This time I'm trying to use my previous reflections to make sure the cost isn't too great, but I'm not sure it will work: ......

It's going to work. This time it's going to be 'magic' - magic that makes everyone happy. It's the magic that will turn the darkness of the world into light. It's a very gentle, warm, holy magic.

I hope so: ......

With that, Tiara builds up her magic.

A small light boils and lights up, illuminating the great hall little by little.

I know that magic.

This is 'sacred magic'.

But the degree of perfection is oddly low. The technique is full of holes.

But it's true that this was the prototype magic construction for ”Sacred Magic”.

It may be poorly constructed now, but if it continues to evolve smoothly, it will become the 'sacred magic' that I know.

The two wizards are developing their magic under the watchful eye of the Apostle Sith.

This is the beginning of the ”magic”.

The foundation of magic is said to have been created by the founder.

Hmmm, it's difficult!

Tiara's cheeks puff out as the magic doesn't work.

Then she asks the masked man.

''In the first place, I don't really understand the meaning of the words. 'Magic power conversion' is 'level up' and 'conversion result' is 'status'?　How did you come up with that name for this?

The masked man can't hide his agitation at Tiara, who turns very innocent eyes on him.

''What?　Oh, no, that ....... It's a common word in this world over here, and that's .......

The masked man replies sluggishly.

Then a word is interrupted from another direction. It is not the Apostle Sith who is watching over you.

A fourth character who wasn't there in the previous dream appears.

'--No, it's your brother's hobby. It's a disease. What, are you teaching Tiara to lie?

A voice like the sound of a bell.

A girl walks into the hall.

She's a dark-haired, dark-eyed girl wearing a white cloth that looks like sick clothes. For a moment, you mistake her for Maria. But you immediately recognize her as different.

Her hair is longer than Maria's and her skin is a sickly white color.

It's a similar but different person.

--Oh, I knew it, .......

''What? Master is sick too?

The dark-haired, dark-eyed girl's words startled Tiara.

''Yes, a very, very serious illness. It's an incurable disease that has worsened since I came here.''

Oh, no!　Master, really!

Tiara stops building magic and approaches the masked man.

The man shakes his head in a panic.

''No, I'm not sick!　Health itself!　Yotaki (...), you're the one who's teaching them lies!

And then you call its name.

--I'll call it.

The man who was previously called Uzurinami gives the name of Yotaki.

I feel many hopes crumbling and many speculations being established.

The girl who looks exactly like my sister laughs.

She jokes with her brother, a man who looks just like me.

'That's unexpected. I'm not going to lie. After all, your brother still dresses up and wears a mask. Isn't this what you call 'chuuni-bias'?

'I'm wearing it because I need it!　He said I don't like to wear it either!

'As I recall, it was to get to know the people in the 'north' as well at first?　We're the only ones here, we don't have to, do we?

...... No, I've already gotten into the habit of wearing it. Besides, I've decided not to take the mask off anymore because it could be anyone visiting at any time.

You see, it means I have to wear a mask to feel comfortable. That's a disease.

Oh, I've missed .......

This kind of decent sibling conversation feels like it was years ago.

And this is the scene I really want to see now.

That's why I didn't want to see that scene.

I didn't want to notice it.

I'm at peace and in pain at the same time, and the whole dream world is distorted.

'Mmmm. It's getting pretty good, isn't it? It looks like Yangtaki's ”magic power transformation” is going well... My ally.

The Apostle Sith laughs in distortion.

'No, not yet. I'm not perfect yet. It's not enough.'

But the masked man does not laugh at the words of the Apostle Sith.

'...... I know,'

”Sith, let's go 'north'. We need to collect more and more.

The man touches his own black mask and speaks of his decision.

”There's the 'Mad King' - no, there's that 'King who rules'. It's dangerous.

I know it's dangerous. But I have to go sometime. For my sake and for your sake.

'Yes, ....... I'm sure you do.

The Apostle Sith and the masked man did not exchange many words, but they understood each other.

Then they decided on the next guideline.

''--So, let's go. The 'border' between 'North' and 'South', to the center of the battle.

Yeah, let's go. Let's go to ...... and we'll be fine. Everything will be fine until the end.

The Apostle Sith laughed venomously and turned his eyes to 'North'.

The man laughed at Tiara and Yotaki, who were a little anxious, and urged them to head to the 'north'.

Thus, the four of us (the party), including Apostle Sis and Saint Tiara, set off for the 'North'. They leave the ship from the new continent, stay in the port of the 'mainland' and start walking to the 'north'.

--The dream goes on. But gradually the dream becomes fuzzy.

I contort my face as I look off at the world, which is distorting as I go.

I've already noticed.

This dream is a replay of a memory.

I don't know why. I can't even be sure of its authenticity.

But I can be sure that this memory belongs to Aikawa Uzumi, and that it is also from a thousand years ago.

It's as if I threw a stone into a lake with a pool of stagnation at the bottom, a memory that had sunk to the surface.

Which is the cause?

Is it an encounter with a guardian, or the reasoning power of Parallelism?

Or is it because of the status that has been increased by leveling up, or is it because of the magic the id gave you?