Ch 152
“Hmm~ Should I say this is as expected, or unexpected~?”
That was Pamon’s impression after watching Lisir’s rebellion unfold.
-What on earth were you expecting?
“You know~ When the Head of the Family of Vendel told Lisir to go all out.”
-…To be honest, I still don’t know if this is a dream or reality.
“It’s a dream, it’s reality, it’s an illusion, it’s definitely not reality~?”
-That’s not what I mean. Pamon. Aren’t you surprised?
Idor Vendel.
He urged Lisir to give it his all, intending to make the wayward Illegitimate Child realize his place.
Then, the power Lisir returned with was-
“It was chaos~”
With that unimaginable ‘Strike’, not only Idor, but even Duran, had yet to regain their senses.
Only Pamon was maintaining her Composure, at least outwardly.
-Is that all you have to say?
“Just now, Duran said it, right? That he doesn’t know if this is a dream or reality. Actually, I feel the same way?”
-Ah. Is that what you’re trying to say, that it’s possible because it’s a virtual world created by the Memory Stone… well, something like that?
“I’m not sure~ I believe that nothing is impossible for our Disciple…”
-This is beyond the Standard.
Pamon and Duran judged that ‘Strike’, which was unrealistic even in an unrealistic world, as such.
This Illusionary World created by the Memory Stone.
The Favor contained in this world that Pamon created for Lisir-
It was possible because it gave him some kind of power.
Soon, the Sandstorm and grayish-white flames barely subsided.
Lisir’s pleasant rebellion had come to an end.
The result was surprising.
Casualties. None.
Destruction. None.
All Lisir did was subdue Idor.
Moreover, even that was achieved with a clean, concise Strike.
Overwhelming power. A superior position.
One might have wanted to vent or take revenge for the miserable past, but it was a very calm ending.
“My Disciple~”
“Ah, Master.”
“By any chance, don’t you like this gift very much?”
“Huh? No. I’m having so much fun right now.”
-It’s too calm to say that. When I look at you, I can’t help but hear a Voice saying, ‘Well, it’s just an Illusion after all.’
Lisir listened to Duran’s words and looked at Idor, who had lost consciousness.
Soon, he spoke with a seemingly joyful Smile.
“For a moment, I did have that thought. The Vendel’s Sword. I was so eager to learn that Sword in the old days, I was filled with resentment. I wondered if I should steal it for a look.”
“Uh-huh. And?”
“But, surprisingly, I wasn’t interested?”
“Why?”
“Well. I guess I’ve seen too much?”
Lisir recalled Idor’s poised figure and quickly forgot about it.
“Looking at it, it didn’t seem like such a great Sword as I thought it was in the old days. I’m sorry to the other Knights of Vendel, though.”
-Well. Compared to the Sword you just displayed, what wouldn’t be?
“So, in the end, you didn’t gain anything?”
“That’s not true.”
Lisir said, returning the Sword, which had not a speck of dirt on it, to its Scabbard.
“I didn’t feel any Revenge, nor did I feel even a speck of Longing. That’s all. In the end, I confirmed that this person really means nothing to me anymore. I think it was a valuable Experience. Ah! Separately, it was quite enjoyable.”
Lisir, recalling Idor’s flustered Expression after being caught off guard, wore a playful Smile as if he had come up with a mischievous Joke.
“Giving this person a taste of his own medicine, you know. If I have the Opportunity in reality, I’m willing to do it again. In that respect, yes. It was a valuable and enjoyable Experience. Thank you for the gift, Master.”
Lisir spoke with a bright Smile that contained only Truth, without a hint of pretense.
“Ugh!”
That Smile was buried in Pamon’s arms as if she had been kidnapped.
“Oh, my Disciple~ How can a person be like this? Huh? How could you have grown up so beautifully~? I want to know the Secret~ I want to use it on our children too~”
“Children?”
“Yeah~ Our Plants~”
“If it’s Plants that Master raises, they will surely grow up beautifully without any Secrets, right?”
“That’s right~ But I want them to grow up as beautifully as Lisir~ I want to keep them by my side and watch them~ Is that my Greed~? No, should I just plant Lisir in our garden~?”
“Master? You just came up with that idea, right?”
-Just get rid of this Insane Dark Elf right now, Lisir.
It was a long time before Lisir was freed from Pamon’s arms.
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-So, Lisir. Is this really it?
Duran asked Lisir.
The place where they exist now is a perfectly recreated past.
It was like a canvas where one could freely pour out the vast paint called human Desire, but all Lisir did there was make a small dot.
-If you’re holding back because you’re worried about us, we can leave.
“No, it’s okay.”
They were already outside the Mansion.
Lisir looked up at the VendelMansion and said.
“I have no Lingering Feelings for this place anymore. Roera. She’s not here either.”
-You mean your Younger sister. So, do you only recognize that Miss as your Family?
“Haha. Family isn’t something you can just replace like parts, is it? It’s just that I cherish her especially among my Family.”
-Goodness. Look at this young one talking. Now he’s even Teaching me.
“I’m sorry if I did something wrong.”
-No. It’s not something to be sorry about. I’m just surprised by the way you think.
Well.
Duran changed the subject in a different tone.
-So, as you said, there’s nothing else to do here.
“My Disciple. Are you leaving soon?”
Lisir looked at them for a while and then said.
“Come to think of it. If I leave this place, what will happen to this World?”
“It will disappear?”
“Then… what about you two?”
“Us? Ah, you mean us now. You’re talking about the Clones that came out of the main body? Maybe we’ll go back to our original bodies?
“Ah. Is that how it works?
The Expression on Lisir’s face, which had been serious, was relieved.
“Yeah. This is a guide we left in this World. Because it’s our Clone. Maybe when this Magic collapses, we’ll return to our original bodies. The Memories… are unlikely to remain, but those Emotions will be faintly conveyed.”
“Ha… I’m glad to hear that. Really. I was worried that you would disappear like this.”
-Caring about each and every Clone. What a sentimental guy.
Okay.
Soon, Lisir nods as if he has made up his Mind.
“Everyone, before I leave this place, is it okay if I ask you for one more Favor?”
“Yeah~ Of course. You can do not just one, but a hundred things~ What is it you want?”
“Please Sparring Match with me.”
“Oh my. I didn’t expect that request?”
-Are you thinking of asking for Teaching even in a place like this? Geez.
“Of course, there’s that too, but━ there’s another Reason.”
“What is it, what is it~? To feel Master’s Existence until the very end~?”
Lisir’s Expression became solemn.
“Master. I thought about that day when you abandoned me.”
“Oh my~?”
-The flow of the Conversation is a little unusual.
While Pamon and Duran were Tense.
Lisir said, his Eyes shining strangely.
“I will make sure that you, Master, also taste this Despair of abandonment.”
The Disciple faced the Master.
“I will win the Sparring Match with Master here, and I will meet Master and win again. At that time. Master will become my Disciple. And-“
Hehehe.
A very mischievous Smile, different from his usual gentle Impression, appeared on his face.
“Oh my, what power.”
-This is not the time to say the same thing, Pamon. Look at that guy’s Eyes. That guy. He’s serious.
“Master. I’m going.”
“W-wait a minute…~”
The Situation that Lisir had been eagerly waiting for unfolded.
An equal Sparring Match between Master and Disciple had begun.
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■Lisir
Level: 60
■Pamon of Memory
Level: 58
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Flinch.
The Dark Elf’s body trembled slightly.
Soon, She let out a small Chuckle.
“Really. I can’t stop him.”
-Pamon. Don’t tell me, is it what I’m thinking?
“Yeah. I think so.”
A campsite set up away from the forest path.
There, a pair of silver Eyes sparkled, holding the moonlight, where no bonfire was lit.
Pamon looked at the other side of the dark forest with those silver Eyes.
And, as if putting something small and precious to her lips, She carefully murmured.
Lisir.
“It seems our Disciple has received the gift.”
-Goodness. How long has it been? Since we parted ways with him.
“It hasn’t been half a year, has it?”
-…Then, what was his Realm when we parted ways?
“You really don’t remember?”
-I’m seriously doubting whether my Memory is correct.
“…”
Pamon recalling her Memory.
Her lively Smile becomes even deeper.
“Remember? Back then, Lisir, who had just reached the 3rd Rank, caused a stir by handling Elemental Manipulation.”
-…Damn it. Yeah. That happened too. Most of the Memories related to that guy are like this. Every single one of them makes me seriously doubt whether my Memory is correct.
The 3rd Rank.
Duran muttered in a fed-up tone.
-Then. If he really activated that Magic you prepared. He is…
“Yeah. He reached that point from the 3rd Rank in a few months.”
-…I have nothing to say.
“I know my Disciple is special. But I never thought it would be to this extent.”
-I thought it would take at least 5 years… no, 3 years.
“3 years?”
-What kind of nonsense is that? Go somewhere else right now, and talk about another guy. A Wizard in the 3rd Rank-
No. That’s not right.
Duran corrected himself in a serious tone.
-How long do you think it would take a Wizard who has just learned Magic for a week to reach that Realm? If there’s anyone who answers 3 years, that guy will immediately be recognized as a clown with a natural talent for making people laugh.
Right now, I would be one of the guys who recognizes him as a clown.
“Is that so~? I wouldn’t have believed it if it wasn’t about our Disciple.”
-And you’re saying ‘3 years?’
“Because I believe in our Disciple, I was thinking, wouldn’t it take about a year~? I was expecting it. At least 1 year, up to 2 years.”
-You expected a guy who had just learned Magic for a week to take at least 1 year and up to 2 years to reach that Realm? Goodness. Pamon. You’re not in your right Mind either. You’re completely Infatuation.
“Yeah. I was. But what do you know? It wasn’t Infatuation, but rather the opposite?”
Pamon took something out of her luggage.
It was a ‘Memory Stone’ that originally held a clear light, but now it was cracked and had lost its light.
When Pamon parted ways with Lisir.
She used the Memory Stone to cast a Magic on one of the items she had given to Lisir.
So that the Magic would naturally activate when he reached a certain Realm and could satisfy certain Conditions.
-Come to think of it, that Magic. What were the activation Conditions? If I remember correctly. I remember you having a hard time estimating the exact moment.
“That’s right. There are always so many Variables when it comes to our Disciple. Look at the 3rd Rank. He suddenly handled Elemental Manipulation, right? So, I would have usually made it react to Mana containing the power of Unique Integration, but I had no choice but to reject it in the end. It was possible that he would suddenly handle the Nature of that Unique Integration in the 4th or 5th Rank.”
-Surely. The Elemental Manipulation time was a special case.
“Well. I think so too, but it doesn’t hurt to be careful, right? So, I decided to focus on something else.”
Magical Power.
That word was emphasized from Pamon’s mouth.
“I set the Condition to activate when he had to emit an amount of Magical Power that was slightly less than my level at once. Not in the form of Magic, but just in the form of pure Mana.”
-Is it common for Wizards to draw out all of their Magical Power without casting Magic?
“Wizards sometimes have moments when they want to gauge their exact power. Even more so when they gain strong power.”
At least-
Pamon continued, raising Mana over her Palm.
“During the long period of time I was stuck at the beginning of the 6th Rank, I thought, wouldn’t you feel that way at least once?
Drawing out an amount of Magical Power that was slightly less than Pamon’s level, who was in the late 6th Rank at the time, at once.
That was the Condition to activate the Magic that Pamon had prepared.
In other words.
Pamon had taken measures to ensure that the Magic would be activated when Lisir reached the 6th Rank.
-Isn’t it fun to be on the edge?
She thought that if Lisir reached the 6th Rank, he would be able to narrowly win against the Head of the Family of Vendel.
“The 6th Rank…”
Pamon muttered with a bitter Smile.
“Really, our Disciple is growing so fast. At this rate, won’t I be caught up by our Disciple?”
-Don’t say things that make sense. You’re also growing at an Unfathomable Power speed right now. You broke through the wall of the 7th Rank and reached the late Rank in just a few months. Like Disciple, like Master. I still don’t understand it even after thinking about it again. What on earth was it? That intermittent increase in Magical Power.
“Maybe it rubbed off on me from our Disciple?”
-Ha! It’s Nonsense, but it’s so plausible that it’s absurd.
“How long will it take? Until I’m caught up by our Disciple.”
-It’s not impossible, but it will be a tedious wait. Fortunately. Even you took years to break through the wall of the 6th Rank and reach the 7th Rank. Even that would have taken decades, or perhaps decades, if it had been normal.
“Us. Shall we guess again this time?”
-I’ll guess 3 years. He’s a guy who reached the 6th Rank in just a few months after learning Magic, so that should be enough to reach the 7th Rank.
“Hmm… then I…”
The Dark Elf and the talking Grimoire.
The two of them were having a Conversation about a Man under the moonlight.
“We’ll be able to meet our Disciple before he reaches the 7th Rank, right?”
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At the same time.
Several bonfires were lit in the field where night had fallen.
It was the campsite of the Hero Party Roera and the group following them.
“Is it half a month from now…”
Hero Roera.
She muttered, looking at the road she would take when morning came.
Her Heart seemed to have already arrived in Bondales beyond that road.
For the past few days. Roera had been in that state.
That appearance, as if she couldn’t control herself with Expectation for the upcoming meeting, was very unfamiliar to those who knew Hero Roera.
A Comrade sitting across from the bonfire.
Hamun, a Beastkin Girl belonging to the Party as an Astrologer, trembled slightly.
Rotna, a Knight of the Party, was nudging her next to her.
“Hamun. Talk to the Hero.”
“Yes? Me?”
The ears sticking out above Hamun’s head trembled.
“You’re the only one who can talk to this Hero comfortably!”
The other Comrades nodded vigorously in agreement.
“Ehh…”
The Beastkin Girl seemed troubled, but she didn’t hate it.
Talking to the Hero she admired was something she also wanted.
The problem was that her cynical and distant Personality made it scary to talk to her recklessly.
“Don’t worry. Haven’t you noticed? The Hero seems to be in a good mood lately. If you talk to her now, she might accept it.”
“R-really…!?”
The Girl nodded, clasping her hands together.
Her small Eyes sparkled with Expectation.
“Then, what should I say!?”
“What else could it be? Of course, ‘that person’.”
“That person?”
“‘That person’ whom the Hero is looking forward to meeting in Bondales.”
“Ah.”
Hamun nodded, saying she understood.
That day.
‘That person in Bondales’ mentioned by Roera at the bonfire became, without a doubt, the hottest topic among them.
“Ask what kind of person they are and get Information. That’s your Mission this time. Hamun. Can you do it?”
The Atmosphere was more serious than when they were going to subjugate Demon Beast.
“I’ll try!”
The Beastkin Girl nodded energetically.
After completing the Plan that was carried out in such small Whispers, she speaks to the Hero in the seat across from the bonfire.
“Miss Roera! Your Comrades are curious about your ‘That person’!”
Oh dear.
The Comrades groaned at that energetic remark that lacked Nunchi.
“?”
The Hero’s Mind, which had been elsewhere, turns to them.
Everyone except the Beastkin Girl quickly turned their heads and managed their Gazes.
“That person?”
“The person you’re Longing to meet in Bondales!”
“Ah.”
Goodness.
Someone who was glancing at the Hero’s reaction muttered.
Miss Hero.
Did you know how to make such an Expression?
A joyful Smile that created such an Impression appeared on Roera’s face.
“What are you curious about?”
“Man-…!”
Is it a woman?
The mouth of someone who was about to shout that out was blocked by their Comrades.
If they received such a blatant and ridiculous question, the Hero, who seemed to be in a good mood, would react very pleasantly.
Curiosity is burning, but for now, they could only entrust everything to Hamun, who was in charge of the Mission.
“Uh, uh… ah!”
After a moment of deliberation, the Beastkin Girl came up with a question.
“Is that person as great as the Hero?”
Hero Roera.
She was already known as a Legendary Existence among the public.
Even though she received the help of the Holy Sword, she had that much skill at that young age.
Among the other Heroes who were chosen Existences, her Talent and Talent shone.
An individual that such a Hero is interested in.
What kind of great person would that individual be?
It was a pretty good question.
The Comrades praised Hamun in their Hearts.
“Someone as great as me?”
For a moment, the color of worry appeared on that cynical Expression.
Snicker.
One corner of her mouth went up.
“I don’t know.”
“Oh? Is that someone you don’t know well?”
“Should I say I don’t know well, or should I say I can’t gauge it? First of all. The last time I met him a few months ago, he had just entered the beginning of the 3rd Rank. He was just taking his first steps in Magic.”
“Oh.”
The innocent Beastkin Girl was just listening because it was the Hero’s story, but the other Comrades’ reactions were quite different.
If the Hero’s Acquaintance is her age-
Entering the beginning of the 3rd Rank at that age.
It could be said to be a very ordinary Talent.
‘But, he entered the beginning of the 3rd Rank, but he’s just taking his first steps in Magic? He must have been learning Magic for over ten years?’
There were some concerning parts, but they didn’t care much.
The Hero’s view of the World must be very different.
“I think about it from time to time. If I meet him again now, how far will he have gone?”
“Since it’s been a few months since you last saw him, wouldn’t he have reached the late 3rd Rank by now?”
Rotna, who had been watching the Situation, chimed in.
Reaching the late 3rd Rank from the beginning of the 3rd Rank in just a few months.
It is impossible with ordinary Talent.
For example, Rotna’s words were a kind of flattery.
She spoke well because he was the Hero’s Acquaintance.
“The late 3rd Rank?”
Roera repeating those words.
“…Pfft.”
Laughter burst out from her mouth.
It was the brightest Smile they had ever seen.
Wouldn’t it be almost a burst of laughter from the Standard of that cynical Hero?
“Miss Hero…?”
They couldn’t understand why the Hero was laughing.
“The late 3rd Rank? He’s probably in the 5th Rank by now.”
“…Yes?”
“Moreover, that’s a low estimate. Maybe he’ll get another Opportunity and be in the 6th Rank.”
“…”
Asking about ‘That person’ seemed to be the right answer after all.
Hero Roera was talking about him in the most joyful way the Comrades had ever seen.
Separately, they couldn’t follow the Hero’s story.
‘A few months… did she say? Not years?’
Because Roera’s story was so absurd.
According to her words, the Hero’s ‘That person’ must be a Monster with Talent comparable to Roera.
But, is such Talent common?
Of course not.
It was a Talent that could be found only by looking through the entire Continent, as well as the past and future.
They thought.
Somehow.
It seemed that the Hero’s sense of reality had been completely distorted.
It’s a common occurrence.
The Heroes chosen by the Holy Sword return to their hometowns and their relationships become strained due to their distorted senses-
‘If you meet that person, I hope you won’t be disappointed.’
The Comrades began to worry about the Hero.
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“Uh.”
-Master!
-Are you awake?
Lisir.
After regaining his Mind, he tilted his head back as much as he could and stared at the sky.
It was due to the Combat with the giant Monster he had just faced.
It is an Illusion, but it is not an Illusion.
It was a Sparring Match that was possible because of such a space.
Also, it was an Achievement that was possible because of such a space.
The Realm of the 7th Rank he had just reached.
Lisir was able to display that unfamiliar power without holding back, thanks to the help of his Master.
He muttered while recalling the fierce Combat with his Master in his Memory.
“What, again?”
-?
-?
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『Level has increased』
■Lisir
Level: 61
■Pamon
Level: 67
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