The Rebirth of the Hero’s Party’s Archmage Chapter 117

Episode 117

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There is no one who has never heard this place name in their life. They say there are two walls now, but in Rin’s time, this was the only wall.

The end of the world, the border of civilized society… … .

When the blue-and-white cliffs appeared on the southern horizon, crossing the light pink dawn, Lane cheered even before Kassena.

“That’s the barrier…” … .”

I wondered if I could really describe that as a wall.

Will there ever come a day when humanity’s technological capabilities can build such a structure? The Snow Wall was more elegant, grander, and more beautiful than any structure Lane had ever seen in his life.

Not only the height, but also the inexplicable weight overwhelmed those who looked up.

“How much further do we have to go?”

“We have to walk for a whole day, so we will arrive around noon tomorrow.”

“Let’s go faster! Pitch, what does it feel like to look down on the world from up there?!”

Kasena, whose light purple eyes were sparkling, laughed and ran towards the wall first with all her might along with Fifi.

Alakish, who was always leading the way, was looking up at the wall with a gaze that seemed like he was experiencing something new.

Is it possible for him to make that expression because he has been watching the rise of the Wall from the beginning under the grace of the gods? A strange curiosity arose.

“Do you remember the day the wall was built?”

“Of course I remember. The dragon never forgets. Especially memories from childhood.”

“You remember? “What happened 1,400 years ago?”

As he walked forward, Alakish’s eyes glowed quietly as they looked into the empty space beyond the barrier.

Reminiscing about a day in the distant past, somewhere beyond that wall.

The memories of my childhood, playing happily in Shinryong’s arms with my four other siblings, seemed far away, but were so clear that I could grasp them.

‘Pairas, Gridaone, Shalesarum, Jakan… … Are you still with the great fire?’

The joy and sadness of her younger days soon turned into miserable sadness, and she turned to the dragon egg that was lively writhing on her back.

I had those memories, but this child probably doesn’t have any of those memories.

In this cold land, in this empire of death that is getting colder and colder, will this child be able to fulfill his mission? … .

“Only the gods know the reason. Is it because we must cherish those memories like food throughout our immortal lives?”

It was an unbelievable story for Lane.

I can barely remember things that happened 300 years ago unless they were impressive.

“Then Alakish, I guess you’ve actually met Black Sun Karenden and Emmitsa Page?”

“Of course. Even on the day when Alakish came out of the egg, Karenden even personally hugged his still body.”

As Alakish explained this, rather than her usual solemn expression, she even looked shy, like a girl telling a story from her childhood.

“no… … Now that I think about it, Emmitsa Page was also there at that time. Before Karenden left this land, we always went together.”

When the story of the ancestors came out, Kasena ran over and listened to the story, wondering how he heard it.

Even though Alakish simply laid out what he had seen and heard without any special techniques, it was so interesting that I did not notice the passage of time.

Where on earth can one hear so vividly about the era of the gods, of which all we can now do is read fragments of the era in books?

“Were our ancestors strong?! It was so strong, right?! Because it was the progenitor of magic!”

“It would certainly be stronger than you guys are now. But Emmitsa wasn’t particularly good at combat to begin with.”

“Oh, so you must have seen how Karenden and Emmitsa use magic?”

What type was it?

One is the founder of truth, and the other is the first wise man to reach the truth, so of course he was the Jorgen type, right?

However, Alakish just suddenly clasped his hands together, as if completely ignoring such expectations.

“Both were used like this.”

“yes?”

“I was saying that I used my power by clasping my hands together like this.”

It was a strange story. What are you talking about? Doesn’t that seem more like a prayer posture than magic?

Magic, which is a rational study, and prayer, which is a religious outcome, are literally polar opposites.

And in that position, where on earth is the magic square? Cassena seemed to have the same doubts, as she suddenly started drawing runes in the air.

“Then what is this? “I heard that it was a blood limit handed down from our ancestors, but was it all a lie?”

“No, that method was definitely used as well. “When guiding students.”

Sheesh, it wasn’t a helpful story either way.

Clap, clap, clap, clap… … That’s why I kept clasping her hands together and trying to hold Kasena’s hand with hers, but it was completely in vain.

Speaking of joint magic, I couldn’t even figure out how it worked. What does magic look like when we get to the truth?

“what’s this! “You don’t know what it is!”

Kasena, who kept clapping her palms together, perhaps hoping to catch up with her ancestor at once, ended up lying down in the snow in frustration.

No, is this the floor? Why are you lying down so naturally?

Alakish, who was stroking his chin as if he felt bad for seeing us more confused than happy, made an unexpected suggestion.

“Then how about you two have a magic battle later?”

“yes?”

“I can teach you the principles of activation of the power that Karenden uses, but I have seen you use that power in battle a few times.”

It was an unconventional proposal that literally opened my eyes.

Anyone interested in magic dreams of it, but in this day and age, it is a lesson that cannot be received anywhere in the world.

As he faced Kasena and opened his mouth wide, Alakish nodded as if he was satisfied with the reaction.

“After watching your battle, I will compare and teach you.”

* * *

Madelia Page, who woke up in bed in the mansion, reached out to the nightstand as she had always done after the sunspot incident.

There was always a goblet full of the finest wine… … Because that is what I instructed the servants to do.

But for some reason, even after fumbling for a while, I couldn’t get a drink. I can’t live without alcohol, and I can’t even sleep.

“Inum, how much bitter alcohol must you have had for the room to smell so bad that your nose is stuffy?”

With a brief scolding, the curtains on the windows that had made the room darker than late at night, day and night, were lifted all at once.

When did the sun rise… … Madelia closed her eyes tightly and used telekinetic magic as the dawn sunlight filled her room.

Then the curtains were drawn all at once, and I thought darkness would encroach on the room, but with the sound of the curtains being torn open, light came in again.

“If I had known it would be such a waste, I wouldn’t have passed on my magic knowledge to you.”

The hunched woman standing with her back to the sunlight was Marhena, the senior professor.

Marhena, who was a close friend of her now deceased father (she was exactly one year her junior), was Madelia’s benefactor who taught her magic when she was young, so despite the gap in social status, she was in a position to use honorifics on Madelia’s side.

Madelia turned around helplessly from the sunlight and shouted irritably at the servants.

“Bring alcohol, bring alcohol. Right Now.”

“Stop it, Inum. Are you going to drown yourself in alcohol and die?”

“I wish it were that way. So please leave me alone.”

“Madelia.”

“Leave me alone! Casena, Casena… … He died because of me… … “How on earth do you want me to behave?”

“Inum, why is it because of you? Have you summoned the abyss? Hey, then the Special Affairs Department or the Imperial Office will have to come to catch you! “It’s not just about catching innocent kids.”

Marena responded as if she was shocked, but the hand she placed on Madelia’s shoulder as she came to her side was heartbreakingly kind.

There seemed to be silence for a while, and then Madelia buried her face in Margena’s hands and began to sob quietly.

In her younger days, when Anben Page died, she cried secretly next to Marhena, her expression not even shaking throughout the funeral.

“I shouldn’t have sent it to the Imperial Office… … It was the same last time I hurt my leg and this time too… … I shouldn’t have listened to the pressure… … .”

They say that when a parent dies, they are buried in the grave and mourned every anniversary, and when a child dies, they are buried in the heart and mourned every day… … .

They tried to bury Kasena, but after digging and digging until their heart broke, they could not make a grave large enough to bury the child.

Even now, that lovely smile is so vivid, and I miss the sound of those footsteps so much… … How can you ask?

“After living for over 60 years, I have seen many things. The brighter the light, the faster it burns out, and those who felt truly special tend to pass away much sooner. “Just like your father.”

“… … .”

“You don’t know how lucky I was that it didn’t turn out that way. My daughter’s job is really… … “I’m sorry.”

If Ludwig and his wife had heard this, would it have given them any comfort? He was so excellent that even hearing those words, he was not lacking in anything.

However, in Madelia’s case, she could not receive the slightest consolation. That’s right too.

“Marhena, that child, Kasena, has never shined brightly… … .”

* * *

As I walked south until sunset, it felt like the wall was getting bigger and closer.

After Alakish decided that it would be a good time to camp at this point, Kasena and I stood face to face on the snowy field.

Clashing his palm with his fist, Kassena was elated, contrary to expectations. Is there anything you believe in?

“Don’t look at me, Lane. If you do that, you’ll get scolded!”

“Hmm, let me take a look.”

I’m sorry, but my experience in magic combat differs from Kasena’s by years. Even putting talent aside, the level of skill is incomparable.

“Hey!”

Kasena, who had been watching me with her posture lowered, moved quickly to the side, and stretched out her fingertips, scattering letters of light in the air.

‘It’s a moving attack that utilizes a special skill, so that’s good!’

The next moment, Lane, who was whistling a compliment, felt his heart ache due to the shadow of the past overlapping on Cassena’s face.

– Yeah, that’s it. not bad!

I remembered that when Tureina made a similar attempt, I felt the same way and said the same thing.

“Where are you looking!”

At that time, the flickering runes spread into a halo of light in the air and transformed into power. A fierce fireball split into three parts and attacked me.

Hmm, I thought this was my first time seeing a rune, but I guess it was a saying Alakish taught me. Still, it’s difficult to look at it lightly.

The next moment, a gust of wind flew up sharply, scattering snow and wind, slightly twisting the fireball’s trajectory upward.

“First lesson, using magic quickly doesn’t mean you can master it.”

Just for a moment, as Kasena was relaxing by waving her index finger, something ominous came flooding in from the sight of a smile of repentance on her lips.

After opening Belle Curious, there were times when I could see the flow of magical energy without using my eyes, and now was exactly that.

The bloody magical energy was converging into Kassena’s palm. And that… … ?

‘Rune on the palm… … ‘In what gap?’

Was the Page family’s blood kinship limit applied like a Remidier type? Good?

When Kasena squeezed her hand, the text of power broke and manipulated the world’s supernatural powers.

Perhaps it was a type of multi-telekinetic power, but the rather overwhelming gravity pulled me down to the ground and at the same time redirected the changed trajectory of the fireball in this direction.

“I knew Rain would defend himself with wind magic! “This is my victory!”

Is this really the same crappy Kassena who whined that she couldn’t even use 1-star magic on me? It was a remarkable and heart-warming moment of rapid growth.

But what… … .

Should I say that the other person was bad, or that I had the wrong teacher?

“And the second lesson, the magic battle isn’t over until it’s over.”

The smile on Kasena’s face, which had been smiling confidently, hardened for a moment.

Lane’s magic was so incredibly fast that it was only after retrieving it that I realized what came first and what came next.

In an instant, water rising from the ground met a fireball, a strong explosion shook the pine forest, and the view was blocked by thick steam.

In that moment of numbness, the water droplets that had been scattered in all directions due to the explosion froze like daggers and poured down like rain.

“It’s enough now.”

Alakish’s voice was heard telling them not to worry and to fight with all their might, as he would intervene if it seemed dangerous.

At the same time, a stream of flames enveloped Kasena, instantly melting the daggers that had nearly torn her small body to pieces.

I was worried that Kasena’s face would be contorted into tears out of anger as she realized the situation a while later, but it was no problem, and her eyes shined innocently.

“As expected, Lane is amazing! “I thought I could win!”

“No, that’s not true.”

I’ve seen this a lot, but it seems a bit easy.

“You’ll catch up soon! Just wait and see! Learn more from Alakish!”

No, such a cowardly trick… … !

It was so much, I almost cried at that moment. Even if I wanted to learn from Alakish, I couldn’t.

Alakish, who had been carefully reviewing the fight, finally nodded.

“Obviously, Rain is at a level several times higher than Alakish thought. “It wasn’t a match at all.”

For a moment, my heart rang loudly.

I don’t know how many times I’ve felt this much excitement after receiving someone’s compliment.

The praise I received at school was just humiliating. As for the professors, their skills were a level lower than mine to begin with.

“And the techniques used by Karenden are quite similar. Switching or combining the properties of power during battle to amplify it was one of his specialties.”

But who is Alakish?

It’s Jinryong, Jinryong.

Five minions of the divine dragon, divine beings endowed with infinite magical power and ultimate power. And an immortal who remembers the appearances of Karenden and Emmitsa.

“But when it comes to the overall framework of how to use power, Kassena may be closer to him than you.”

I was calming my heaving heart, thinking that the praise would continue, but at that moment, my head tilted to its side.

“yes?”

“what?”

fantasy,