Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 198

198

The well of the reverse spring (2)

Tsarina Bizalina Yoskov.

The queen of the Tsardom in the northern part of the continent who died after a deadly battle with the incarnation of the evil god Sun.

“Please call me Visalina. “Here, rank and honor while alive don’t mean much.”

Her lips smiled softly. Even pale skin could contain warmth.

Jerk.

White bare feet walk lightly on the flagstone floor and head into the garden. In the center of the garden there was a spacious well about five meters in diameter.

The Tsarina flopped down on the ground and leaned her back against the well. She said.

“sit down please.”

“…Sure.”

Dallen slowly approached and sat down next to Charina. As he sat like that and looked around the garden, the warrior who had guided him there just now had already disappeared.

It’s always been like that before, and it appears and disappears at will again this time. Dallen slowly shook his head.

It is a much wiser choice to focus on the beautiful woman sitting right next to you rather than the muscular man who has arbitrarily disappeared. he asked, leaning his head against the well.

“Where is this place?”

“Dallan, it’s rude to ask a question when you know the answer. “We don’t have much time.”

“…This is the well of Yeokcheon.”

“That’s correct.”

Charina hums happily at his answer. Actually, guessing itself wasn’t that difficult.

In the numerous Zen questions and answers exchanged with beings who transcend humanity, there has always been some mention of this place.

The conclusive evidence for the speculation was a large tree that had been cut down with its roots behind the well.

The huge stump, which occupies nearly one-third of the garden, must be a trace of the ‘dark star tree hanging over Yeokcheon’ that was cut down.

‘Just… Then, what would happen if I took the guy who is unconscious right now and stuck him at the base?’

The height at which the giant tree was cut down was roughly equivalent to the waist of an adult man. Arbor, the immortal demon, is probably the upper part of the tree that was cut off there.

Wouldn’t it be possible to stretch the devil, who has a body as flexible as a rice cake, and place it on top of him? Like grafting a branch onto a tree.

Tsarina, who was humming as she continued to think nonsense even though she knew it was obviously impossible, suddenly opened her mouth.

“Shall we talk about hierarchy?”

“…hmm?”

“After passing through the 1st and 2nd levels of endless learning about the knowledge available in the world, the 3rd level is the first to blossom into its own world by facing the past in that whirlpool.”

When gently spread out, the small petals stretch out on the palm. Dallen slightly lifted his head from where he was leaning against the well and looked down at the petals.

“The fourth level explores possibilities in that world, and the fifth level grasps the fragments of omnipotence and replaces the present moment with its own world.”

Something twitches inside the petals. Soon, a small ice butterfly climbed up through the pistil and stamens and shook off its crumpled wings.

“What’s next for someone who faces the past and changes the present? For a transcendent person who has touched a fragment of omniscience and foresees a piece of the future, there would be no space for the hope that comes from ignorance.”

fluttering.

A butterfly slowly flies with its wings fully spread. It flutters from the fingertips and scatters pure white frost along the wings.

Dallen wrinkled his eyebrows as he looked at the beautiful figure that seemed to have been created with all his might by an artist.

“Is the future really something that can be contained in the hands of a mere human?”

It’s like a goddamn spell-casting Zen question.

***

“At least we can try.”

This was the answer given after a short period of silence.

It wasn’t his taste to go along with Zen questions that started out of nowhere, but there was nothing he couldn’t do this time.

There must be only one reason why the Tsarina, who said she did not have much time, bothered to talk about hierarchy.

Just like Felber did in the High Orc village, he is probably trying to guide Daelon’s next steps.

It was probably because she, like Felber, saw some potential in Dallen. Dallen couldn’t know what kind of possibility it was unless he said it himself.

“That’s correct. “Leaving behind endless worries and seemingly reasonable escapes, you make an effort to grab hold of them nonetheless.”

Tsarina gently shook off the frost that had settled on her fingertips. The ice butterfly fluttering above it floated as if blown by the wind.

“It is natural that anyone who can bear the title of transcendental person must have already obtained a piece of omnipotence. You can choose. “What kind of future do you want to see?”

“…It’s a choice.”

“The future I chose was to become a shield protecting the Tsardom.”

A slightly excited voice. Dallen looked away.

A faint blush was blooming on the Tsarina’s pale cheeks. She continued.

“Even though I was the one sitting on the throne, the foundation of this country is the people. “I came to know this when I reached the 5th plane and began to look into the future.”

“Did you have a change of heart when you saw the end coming?”

“That’s accurate. According to what I learned, the Tsar is the symbol and essence of the country. “But I thought, ‘If the apocalypse swallows everything up and I am left alone, what would be the point of proclaiming the national anthem in the name of the Tsarina?’”

“…….”

“Then I should become a shield that protects the people. Such a shield would have to be very, very large, as high and wide as the sky…”

Ugh…

The slightly exaggerated tone made the air tremble. At some point, the fluttering butterfly stopped flapping its wings and fell.

An ice butterfly that disappeared into the well. There was no popping sound.

Tsarina spoke as if she was letting out a shallow sigh.

“…and that’s how my sky was completed. “The frozen northern continent’s skies will protect the future of the Tsardom.”

With that sigh, the well radiated light.

Dedddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!

The walls of the well tremble. Water droplets bubbling and soaring.

Thousands of large and small water droplets floating into the sky began to depict a magnificent scene.

An old castle in the middle of a snowy field and a frosty throne within it. A cold breath like Bingryong’s breath that freezes the whole world.

And the frozen sky that covers it all.

“Guardian of the frost above the sky.”

The moment I look at it, I recite the thoughts that run through my mind. Tsarina said with a grin.

“Isn’t it cool?”

“…That’s great. sincerely.”

“Hehe… I’m glad it’s a compliment to the protagonist of the prophecy.”

Laughing while covering your lips with your hand. The curved corners of the eyes remind me of someone in the labyrinth city.

A black-haired Jeongbo merchant with an attractive eye smile. Dallen didn’t bother to erase the face that came to mind without him knowing.

Instead, he slowly got up from his seat and spoke.

“This is a world where most people think of the people as resources. “Among the numerous royal lineages, are there even a handful of people who take upon themselves the duty of being the shield of the people?”

“You talk like you’re from another world.”

The eyes became slightly more dangerously curved. Dallen shrugged.

The Tsarina was not lying when she said that there was not much time. A little while ago, I started to feel strangely stiff when moving my body.

A sense of space and time that is subtly misaligned. The flows of magic power become unclear. Dallen’s senses, having escaped the human realm for a long time, were feeling the awakening of his real body within the sense of its origin.

It wasn’t long before it was time to wake up. It also meant that it was time to end the Zen question and answer.

If he was the Czarina he knew, he wouldn’t have called him here just to listen to the complaints of the dead.

“Why did you want to see me?”

“You were a hero to me.”

The Tsarina stood up. She was quite tall.

She raised her head, which was about as high as her chest. Blue-white eyes stared into black, hollow eyes.

“But I can see it now. You are just a human like me. “He is also a person who was broken once.”

“…That’s right.”

“But because it’s broken, it can be grafted. “It would be possible to bloom countless flowers that would normally not bloom.”

Crash.

As her senses became increasingly blurred, Tsarina’s hand touched the sword at her waist.

It was a holy sword that was broken in half while fighting Daeltarion.

“Thank you for protecting my people. With that in mind, I will give you a gift. No, I would say it is a bribe. “I ask that you please take good care of the people of the Tsardom in the future.”

A vivid coldness penetrates the sword handle. The magnificent scene unfolding above my head seemed to be absorbed into the sword, following the flow.

Strong.

Headache piercing the temples. I couldn’t tell if it was the sudden cold wind or my distorted five and sixth senses.

“I’ve received bribes before, but this is my first time giving one.”

Charina smiles lowly. I didn’t have the strength to take the joke. The muscles of the limbs have become stiff and the lips are closed and motionless.

It was impossible to hold on any longer. The moment you let go of your will, as if you were waking up from a dream, all the scenery becomes distant and your consciousness quickly rises to the surface.

“…….”

Dallen opened his eyes.

What I saw before my eyes was the familiar ceiling of the inn that I had seen so many times over the past three days.

As I stretched out my arm out of habit, the sword handle caught on my fingertips. A cold energy rising from the handle. It was enough to make my hands tingle with blood flowing out.

Sreung-

Dallan stood up and drew his sword. There was faint frost sitting on the broken cross section of the sword body.

‘I hope you can unleash your potential at the tip of this sword. So, I hope you can enclose your world in this sword…’

The Tsarina’s voice comes from Asrai. Dallen chuckled as he watched the sword body’s incontinence filling up with pure white frost.

“…It wasn’t a dream.”

***

The place where Dallan and his party stayed was the largest inn in the city.

The Tsarist royal family said they had prepared a room in the palace, but since the party vehemently refused, they agreed to pay for the accommodation.

Since ancient times, after the death of a ruler, there is a silent secret struggle among those in power.

Since the current tsarina was a king with absolute power and military power comparable to that of the king, the conflict would be even more severe.

Now, I had no desire to become entangled in a pointless power struggle. The Tsarina even offered bribes to ask for favors, but that was only to protect the powerless people.

Anyway, the inn located like that was a bustling place with mercenaries and soldiers.

And, as was the case with mercenaries who won a war, the first floor of the inn was cluttered with drinking that had been going on for four days.

“At that time, that fearsome devil stuck his head out on top of the castle wall! It was brought in. It almost gave me chills to see a face that was half a bat and half a lion, but who am I! A gold-plated mercenary….”

“He’s a gold-plated mercenary who got scared and hid in the bathroom after being stabbed with a knife! Where did the gold plaque that I always wore go? “Could it be that we got sick of it all together?”

“This damn bastard…!”

“You coward Ingan! A coward is a fool! But it’s okay! “If you eat a lot like a high orc, you can become smarter!”

The High Orc patted his back generously and comforted him sincerely, and the mercenary fell on the table with a hand slapping his back in anger.

Beyond the boisterous laughter, a wandering bard was singing a new heroic tale. Dallen quietly slipped through the drunken crowd and approached the table in the corner.

Tsuzuzu…

A perception-disrupting spell surrounding the table greeted him and made an entrance. The magic curtain closes again as soon as he enters the range.

There was a small beer keg and several glasses on the small table. There was only one person left, but it seemed like several passengers had gone.

“It’s late. “The strong drink you like is already gone.”

“It doesn’t matter. “I have some things saved up.”

Pong. As I uncorked the liquor bottle taken out of subspace, the spicy herbal scent spread around me.

Felber, who was sipping beer, twitched his beard and asked in a surprised voice.

“Is that really herbal wine? “You probably didn’t bring it here from Lvivbach, did you?”

“Why not? “It’s a Lvivbach specialty.”

“Hehe… I knew for a long time that you were carrying all sorts of things around in subspace, but there is no way I could not be surprised this time. “The owner there said that the difficulty of transporting herbal liquor is like picking a star in the sky?”

“Whether it’s a star tree or something, it’s more useful than a regular wine refrigerator.”

In front of Felber, who was shaking his head, Dallon smiled low and blew on his bottle.

The sensation of warm energy traveling down the esophagus and warming the stomach.

In the past, it could be said to be hot, but it was disappointing that the dizzying sensation had become less intense.

‘Being a superhuman isn’t necessarily a good thing.’

Felber said to him after emptying half the bottle in one go and chomping at the taste.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Roughly.”

I answer briefly and tilt the bottle again. With the view partially obscured by an opaque glass bottle, a rare scene unfolded even in a noisy inn.

The waitress, whose cheeks were flushed, stumbled while carrying the drink she ordered, causing the beer to spill like a waterfall on her table.

“Hahaha! “This is a real drinking den!”

“Hwiyu! pour! drink!”

“Don’t pour it by the glass, let’s bring the can! “Who wants to bet on how many beer kegs I can lift?”

But no one complained. It was a place where everything was free with supplies provided by the royal family.

Even if they were mercenaries, high orc wizards, soldiers, and mere waitresses, they were clearly winners of the same war and colleagues who entrusted their lives to them.

Even though small items are broken due to the drunkenness, alcohol and food are constantly served, and shouts and exciting music continue without ceasing.

Would it be a mistake to think that all of this is just a struggle to bury the sadness with spicy alcohol and a noisy atmosphere?

Dallen, who was looking at the scene sullenly, soon scratched his chin and stood up. Felber said.

“Are you leaving already?”

“There are no dwarfs.”

“That friend is in the palace.”

Big. The wizard wiped his mouth and nose with the hem of his wide robe and stood up. With a couple of snaps of his fingers, golden magic enveloped the old man’s body and all his alcohol was blown away.

Not only the smell of alcohol on his clothes and body, but all the alcohol dissolved in his body was returned to the previous time.

“…….”

Is it okay to just write it like that? While Dallen was looking at him with a puzzled expression, Felber, carrying his walking stick and backpack, took the lead and headed towards the inn door.

“We can’t leave our dwarf friend alone. Let’s go together.”

“The palace?”

Felber nodded.

“Four days is enough to vent your sorrow. It’s time to swallow your sadness.”