Youngest Scion of the Mages - Chapter 186

Magic Master’s Youngest Son Episode 186

Shinnyong also realized what the material of that coffin was.

“that.”

The lid of the coffin. The nails on the edge were also made of keel.

“I think only a dragon can open it, master.”

Larsen nodded. Larsen felt it too. You cannot tamper with that coffin. The only thing that can be touched is a dragon. One who is not a dragon. Or, if a being of lower rank than a dragon touches that coffin, it will disappear without a trace.

This was a passage that showed how much preparation Alberto and Kirtel had made.

‘We’ve prepared double, triple, and quadruple defenses.’

In other words, it would mean that we have to break through this level to be able to resist the will of the world. Larsen said.

“Signong. “Can you open it?”

“I think we can open it.”

Shinnyong closed his eyes for a moment. He seemed to be lost in thought about something.

“But I don’t know if opening this is the right thing to do.”

“….”

“Dragons exist to protect the law.”

“….”

“The owner raised me. I wasn’t raised by dragons. I learned nothing about dragons. But I know all this.”

I didn’t learn it. It seemed like it wasn’t learned, but engraved into the dragon’s DNA.

“My instincts are telling me. Don’t open this coffin. “They say this is a bad thing.”

“….”

“Maybe I will be punished by heaven.”

Shinnyong opened his eyes. A faint light leaked from the amber eyes. It seemed like he had decided on something.

“But master.”

“huh.”

“Does the owner want me to open that?”

Larsen nodded once again. I want to open that. Whether Alberto is sleeping there or whether there is some arrangement connected to Alberto. I wanted to open it and face it. The truth within me.

Shinnyong smiled.

“Even if I die trying to open that thing, does the owner want me to open that thing?”

Shinnyon’s eyes looked at Larsen. The amber eyes contained many emotions.

Larsen’s heavenly eyes read its complexity. Although I couldn’t read the specific emotions, I could tell that Shinnyong’s mind was also complex.

Larsen thought for a moment. Finally, the moment I was about to open my mouth, Shinnyong took a step forward.

“it’s okay. “I don’t want to hear an answer.”

“….”

“I will open that coffin because the owner wants it.”

Tap, tap, tap.

Shinnyong walked to the front of the coffin.

An intangible resistance pushed Shinnyong away, but Shinnyong was able to approach the coffin without much effort.

“I decided that the right thing for me was to do what my master wanted me to do. I.”

As

soon as

Shinnyong’s hand touched the coffin, smoke rose.

Kwazizig!

A blue electric current surrounded the tube. It was fatal mana to humans, but to Shinnyong, the thunder dragon, it was nothing more than food.

“It’s delicious.”

I absorbed all the current through my hands.

“Open it.”

All the keel nails that held the coffin lid in place were pulled out. The coffin door opened.

* * *

Fortunately, Shinnyong, who opened the coffin, was safe. Nothing happened. But regardless, Larsen almost regretted opening the coffin door.

“Hmm. Good. “He’s a very nice guy.”

“Is the lower body sturdy?”

“Shouldn’t we leave a good legacy for future generations?”

“If you are a descendant of Kaysa Maton, you should be polite to me too, right?”

“Because I am a great mage.”

Etc.

The blue-eyed old man who woke up in the coffin had a lot to say. It felt like blood was going to settle in my ears.

“For a great mage, I don’t feel the power of mana at all.”

“How could I have been asleep all this time? In addition, numerous arrangements are made within the Western Palace. How could these things have lasted for thousands of years and brought you back? “Avoiding God’s eyes.”

“….”

So what Alberto meant was that he used up all the power he had built up during his life to arrange all of this.

“It sounds like you are of no help at all right now.”

“Do you see the talking head? He’s a guy who just wants to make a profit. Tsk tsk, these young guys these days.”

“….”

The wind blew.

An old man who identified himself as Great Sage Alberto. The tips of the old man’s feet were scattered in the wind. Like dust.

“Ego. “I don’t have much time.”

“….”

I think there would have been enough time if you had chatted less. Larsen wanted to say that, but held back.

“The fact that you came this far means that you are finally taking on the world?”

Alberto laughed. What he does is very similar to Kirtel. So I like it. I muttered to myself and then continued speaking quickly.

“After I disappear, there will be a robe in my place. Wear it. “I will protect your body a little from God’s will.”

Since I didn’t have time, I just listened in silence.

“Go to the North Sea and wake up Kirtel, who has become a demigod. “He must have a way to help you.”

Kirtel and Alberto said they did not want this world to be destroyed. A world rushing toward the end. That kind of world was not the world Kirtel and Alberto wanted.

Fiction and reality must be different. There is a ‘completeness’ in a novel, but there should not be a conclusion in reality. Because the end of reality is destruction.

“But the legal uniform alone is not enough. “I need another new product.”

“What is that?”

“I don’t know the exact name either. Dan Kirtel called it [Settings Book].”

“A setting book?”

A collection of settings here.

Larsen knows that better than anyone else. Because Cha Seong-min made it himself. However, the setting house was destroyed.

‘Is there another setting book?’

Kirtel is a person who knows that this world is a fiction. If that person mentioned a ‘set book’, it would be correct to say a set book.

Alberto’s lower body completely disappeared.

“I didn’t believe it at the time. It’s a settings book. The creator? “It’s God’s will.”

He smiled as if he was disappointed.

“at that time. “If I had believed, things would have been a little better now.”

“Do you believe it now?”

“Do you believe that Kirtel made this arrangement for you after being imprisoned in the North Sea? “By laying down eternal life.”

“Eternal life?”

“Some crazy god offered to give me eternal life if I didn’t do this.”

Kirtel has reached the level of a demi-god, and it seems that he has risen to the highest level that Alberto’s humans can reach. It seems like he refused to become a demigod himself.

“But what need is there for eternal life in a world that has come to an end?”

“….”

The upper body also disappeared. Now only the face remains.

“Kirtel said that the setting book will protect you from this world.”

“Where is it?”

Alberto said while laughing.

“They say a plague caused by black butterflies is rampaging in the southern part of the continent. “There will be a black spot on your right hand.”

This was also something Larsen said himself.

The outskirts of Holen, the Holy Empire.

Kerbang.

Here, Larsen and the wizard had a conversation at the transit gateway to Kannyu, the sub-center.

-There is a black spot on your right hand.

-What’s the problem with that?

-They say a plague caused by black butterflies is raging in the southern part of the continent. Isn’t this also a sign of the plague?

Afterwards, Larsen said:

“I want to give my ID card to my right hand.”

Alberto said.

“Just give me your ID card in your right hand. Then I will ask for your identity.”

“bee.”

“Oh? “Do you even know that?”

Alberto seemed a little surprised. He laughed as if it was fun. He whispered in Larsen’s ear.

“Are you really the incarnation of the Creator?”

“….”

The Creator is right. But it was a little difficult to answer. Should we say that he is the incarnation of the Creator? Or should I say former creator. Or should I just say he’s a character now? Or should we say it is a virus in the work.

“That’s amazing.”

A conversation like this took place at the mobile gateway.

-Where did you get the information?

-It’s a bee’s instinct to find flowers.

Alberto asked.

“Where would you say you got the information?”

“The answer would be that it is an instinct for bees to find flowers.”

“Hahahaha!”

Alberto was happy.

“This code made me believe Kirtel.”

“…yes?”

“I definitely created this password. To operate the underground auction house [Rose Auction House]. “But I couldn’t figure out when I set this or why I set this password.”

He said Kirtel explained it to him at that time.

Things that are so unknown. Things with holes in probability. Those things were created by the Creator. So even though it is not a password that Alberto himself created, he knows it that way from the beginning as if he created it himself.

“Let me ask you just one question. Why did you set this password? “You must have made it, right?”

no. At that time, a bee appeared in a TV commercial. I couldn’t say that.

“Does the why matter?”

“…but.”

Alberto nodded.

“That’s a correct answer to a question.”

Alberto’s face faded little by little.

“My friend didn’t want the world to end. My friend really loved this world. And I respected and loved that friend.”

It was the last will of Alberto, who was completely disappearing. Larsen accepted the will with humility.

“That friend didn’t want this world to end. So, please ask my successor. Please stop the end of this world.”

“….”

“I was skeptical until I met you. But after meeting him, I understand. I think you can do quite well. I worked hard to get here. “It was great enough.”

It was good up to that point, but he continued talking as if he was giving medicine.

“You may have a lot more trouble in the future.”

At that moment, a strong wind blew. It was a sandstorm. It was like a sandstorm blowing in the Sahel Desert. Hahaha! The laughter gradually became fainter.

‘I can’t see.’

A sandstorm swept through. Larsen’s body was buried in the sand. Larsen rose carefully. I looked around.

“Signong. Rosaline. “Ralphon.”

No voice was heard.

“Signong?”

There is no way what happened to Shinnyong in the sandstorm that he survived.

‘Where did it go?’

There was no sign of Shinnyong at all.

Wormwood!

A large hand rose up from the sand. It was Ralphon’s hand.

“Puh-ha!”

Ralphon was covered in blood.

“I thought I was going to die from exhaustion.”

He tapped his shoulder with a black spatula. Ralphon laughed as if he had discovered an interesting fact.

“I also got hurt because I kept fighting. Hi-Hi. Ugh? Am I flying? Fly in the sky! Ooh yeah!”

Ralphon’s body floated high in the sky. Larsen could see why. This is because Rosaline, who was buried in the sand at Ralph’s feet, threw him high into the sky.

Ooh-oh!

Fly! Fly!

Ralphon spun around, flew through the sky, and fell to the ground.

thud!

Although he fell headfirst, Ralphon was not seriously injured.

“Rosalyn. are you okay?”

“uh. are you okay. “How dare you.”

Ralph and Rosaline were safe. However, Shinnyong was still missing.

‘What happened to Shinnyong?’

But then. A piece of paper fell gently from the sky. Even though the wind was blowing here and there, the paper slowly approached Larsen. Larsen reached out and grabbed the paper.

‘letter?’

I looked at the letter.

-I did what the owner wanted.

-Because I am a good dragon.

-Don’t cry because you miss me.

It was a letter from Shinnyong.

-But I think I’m going to cry.

-But I won’t cry and I won’t be sad, so please don’t forget. I think it would be very sad to be forgotten.

It seems that Shinnyong’s words were not harsh words. Maybe Shinnyong already knew that this would happen. Shinnyong said goodbye calmly.

But then.

Cheonan, imbued with heavenly power, began to interpret the letter.

Regarding the breakup with Shinnyong.

And even a clue about his reunion with Shinnyong.