Archmage Transcending Through Regression - Chapter 319

The great mage who transcends by regression, episode 319

[…] … Hey Mikhail?]

“Why?”

After answering roughly, Set cautiously looked back and said.

[Ah, no matter how much Shabuti is a famous apostle, isn’t it a bit strange to treat him like this… … .]

“What? I’m dragging the apostle to the meeting room for a dramatic agreement between my ancestor and the apostle. What are you complaining about?”

[Oh no, so rather than complaining… … !]

Set shouted.

[You can just go together nicely!]

With that, Set pointed in the direction of Shabti.

Of course, it’s not particularly strange.

just what… … That’s it.

Wouldn’t it be a bit embarrassing if you ran away?

So I just took my own measures… … .

“I just tied it up a bit. We work together under mutual agreement… … .”

[What bullshit again!]

Set shouted, beating his chest in frustration.

[It’s just escorting criminals, that’s it! Where did you see that it was ‘somewhat’ tied up!]

“… … hmm.”

I glanced at Shabti as she turned around with Set.

“Yup yup!”

Just keep your mouth shut… … .

“Oops! Ugh!”

I don’t want to hurt my eyes by looking at the sunlight for no reason, so I lightly put on an eyepatch… … .

“Aww! town!”

I can escape again, so I just tied my whole body up… … .

“Wouldn’t this be enough of a gentlemanly response?”

[no. no… … .]

Set held his head and shook his head with an anguished expression.

– The contractor is wrong.

Then Weiss intervened.

– There’s no way he could walk normally even though he was bound like that. It is a law that requires care.

“Hmm is that so?”

– Yes, consideration is important.

said Wise, looking at me with the thoughtful eyes of a teacher giving great lessons.

– So you can drag it.

[…] … .]

– What if your back is a bit tight? I won’t die because I buy it anyway.

“is it?”

[‘That’s right’ is a piece of cake!]

Set vigorously objected, pressing my cheeks here and there.

Of course, the current set didn’t really hurt because of my body size.

“I can’t help it, Set.”

[What else can I say… … .]

“What if you are not willing to cooperate? It makes them cooperate.”

[…] … .]

“Besides, in my eyes, in the first place, what is a thoughtful person, and what is it?

To be honest, I made a perfect impression from the first impression, so how can I look good?

“The blow that Shabti gave me as soon as she saw me earlier. A normal person would have died instantly.”

[That’s… … !]

“It’s because I’m just talking right now in the first place. Just by looking at it, Shabti isn’t normal right now?”

As I said that, I looked down at Shabti, who was now slowly dragging herself away.

Indeed, if he had simply been part of the ordeal, he would not have reacted so violently.

the problem is… … .

‘It means that Shabti isn’t mentally sound.’

Whether or not he assimilated into the ordeal does not change the fact that he is the ‘subject’ of the ordeal.

Of course, in this ordeal, his existence itself is a lump of variables.

You can’t let those ‘variables’ wander around at will.

I don’t know if I can’t control it.

‘As long as the ordeal is twisted, it should already be considered difficult to pass through the normal way.’

If that’s the case, then you need to know why Solomon got Shabti’s help and overcame the ordeal.

The reason I called myself a mediator is to know that.

“Hey Mikhail. But where the hell are we going now?”

Then Remegeton asked.

“I know you hit the apostle on the spot, arrested him, and dragged him here… … I don’t know where the hell it’s going.”

“The Tomb of the Progenitor.”

“… … Yes?”

Remegeton tilted his head.

“This is the ‘past’. Even if it’s just a fantasy that reproduced it, it’s here… … .”

“Yes. you just said After all, it is just an illusion.”

Even if it is a little sophisticated, this is not reality after all.

It is nothing compared to the pseudo-reality that the twins painstakingly created.

In other words, I couldn’t create ‘space’.

I just borrowed the space to recreate the reality of the time in a plausible way.

“In a space twisted like this, the present and the past are bound to mix in the end. Naturally, it cannot be ‘perfectly’ reproduced, and gaps are created.”

“Hoo… … .”

The reason I was able to interfere with fantasy was because there was that ‘gap’.

“In other words, this fantasy mimics the past, but will there be traces of my creator?”

“That’s it.”

At my words, Remegeton’s eyes lit up with an expression of interest.

What I just said seems to have piqued his curiosity.

Besides, it is related to the Creator.

From the standpoint of Remegeton, a creature of Solomon, if it is not interesting, it is rather strange.

Lemegeton followed me, closing his eyes and reaching forward.

Then he glances in my direction.

To be precise, would it be correct to say that I was looking at Wise attached to me?

“also… … I mean, it’s strange.”

– … … .

Weiss didn’t even turn his head toward Remegeton.

It just floats around me with a natural expression as if it doesn’t know anything.

[Looking at it this way, it seems that Mikhail is three. What can I say about this feeling… … .]

“Is it strong?”

[If there was a hell, would it be like this?]

“… … .”

Hell is too much

* * *

Finding the place where my ancestor Solomon met his end was not as difficult as I thought.

I thought it would be a bit confusing.

‘The presence is stronger than I thought.’

It seems that the blood of Walpurgis flowing through my body was smarter than I thought.

It was amazingly clear.

I haven’t heard of the exact place where the founder’s end took place, but what can I say about this feeling.

‘Blood leads?’

Yes, that expression might be right.

With each step I took, I became more confident.

Oh, you’re getting closer little by little

do.

– Contractors.

“why.”

– The existence of Solomon was unreasonable in itself. To say in advance, the boundary of the round table was never a ‘wrong idea’.

“… … .”

– To inherit the blood of a god is to eventually become subordinate to that god’s influence. I’m not a god for nothing The essence cannot be denied forever.

It was a sudden story.

Wise continued speaking slowly as if he was just floating in the air and looking somewhere far away.

– It is the same as the book of magic created by Solomon. Remegeton had a will, but didn’t he follow the will of Solomon, the creator, to the end? Intentionally or not… … .

“That’s because Remegeton decided that my creator was right.”

– Maybe. But suppose Solomon was not right. Madoseo wanted to fall in love with such a Creator. If so, how do you think it will turn out?

I didn’t answer that.

Maybe I was right that I didn’t want to answer because I knew what he wanted to say.

– It would have been possible if Solomon truly wanted to rule his magic book. Having created means being able to control it.

“so?”

-Fortunately, because Asar helped Solomon, he was able to escape the influence of his creator.

It was like a confession.

Confession about a lifetime that transcends thin partitions.

– However, it was not perfect. No matter how great a god may be, he cannot change his innate nature.

The moment I heard that, I stopped walking.

It wasn’t that someone ordered it or that there was some great calculation.

Somehow it seemed like it should be.

In front of my eyes, thick grass and trees were blocking my path.

Rather than blocking entry, it’s as if they’re trying to keep what’s on the other side from coming out… … .

“… … hmm.”

If you’ve come this far, there’s no reason to leave Shabti like this.

“Ugh! Ugh!”

I released the restraints of Shabti, who was struggling in the middle of the day.

As soon as the restraints were released, Shabti cried out to me with sad tears.

“What the hell are you doing! Like this, the apostle recklessly… … !”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

Of course I’d be angry

As soon as I just ran into it, I wanted to shave my head and talk again, but this time I tied it up and dragged it.

well i understand that… … .

“Do you know where this is?”

“Uh um… … ?”

With my eyes wide open, I saw Shabti spread out in front of me in a daze.

And soon… … .

“here is.”

He tilted his head and suddenly hardened his expression.

“for a moment.”

“You seem to be thinking of something.”

“Why is this place… … .”

With a confused look on his face, he took one step.

But before I could even walk a few steps.

“Ugh… … !”

He clutched his forehead and staggered.

The closer he got, the more he got a headache, and he sat down without taking a few more steps.

[Mikhail This is… … .]

“This beyond must be directly related to this ‘trial’.”

As a bonus, the twisted core of this ordeal is also beyond this.

“It would be impossible to remember Shabti right away. I understand.”

“what… … .”

Whether or not he recalls his memories, he has no intention of delaying time.

“First of all, Shabti.”

“Ugh… … .”

“You won’t have the energy to answer because of the pain, so just listen. The important thing is that you made some kind of pact with Solomon, and the ordeal was twisted because of that.”

I said that and stretched out my hand.

Originally, I was thinking of approaching the ordeal more ‘delicately’.

Should I say that I dreamed of a more perfect ending by resolving the conflict between the apostle and Solomon?

However, as I got to this point, thinking about it, I realized that this ‘perfect finish’ was also my arrogance.

The two reunited after the conflict, had already had some conversations, and agreed to cooperate with each other.

In other words, it is quite possible that the conflict with Solomon has already been resolved, except that Shabti does not remember.

then what do i do?

Of course, wouldn’t that separate Shabti from this damn ordeal again and clearly see through the founder’s ‘intention’ right here and now?

‘Yeah, I tried to think too complicatedly, not like me.’

Besides, I also noticed the truth to some extent.

“set.”

[Yes… … !]

“I’m going to do something from now on. Don’t panic. Send a signal and immediately surround Shabti with a storm.”

[Okay.]

Set replied calmly without asking why.

She would have noticed that I was serious.

And I don’t hesitate

“Don’t hide, come out.”

He immediately summoned < Longinus > and hit Shabti.

“Big black?!”

At that moment, Shabti, pierced by Longinus, looked at me with eyes wide open in disbelief.

But it doesn’t matter.

For now, this is just a part of what we are going to do in the future.

Before Shabti could do anything, Set materialized and immediately wrapped Shabti in a storm.

and right after.

Kwajik!

Through the storm, black energy began to flow out.

After confirming this, Seth’s face was filled with astonishment.

“What… … ?!”

“Ever since I thought that my ancestors met their end here, I’ve felt it roughly.”

With those words, I sprayed my blood towards the grass and trees that were blocking my path.

Then, as if they were ready, they rotted away.

But expected.

It’s not surprising that space reacts to my blood or that the grass and trees in this forest rot.

The important thing is this next.

Upon entering, the first thing he saw was an empty field completely contaminated with black slime.

and at its center.

“… … under.”

There was slime in human form.

No, it would be more accurate to say that it was a corpse rather than slime.

… … ah damn

Although I predicted that he would have had a miserable last year… … .

“Ha, yes, I guess.”

I murmured as I looked at the sight in front of me with a bitter smile.

“… … Did it end up like this?”

I sighed and faced the corpse of the founder Solomon.