Chapter 553 – Guiding and Imprinting
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As they went deeper, the traps in the dungeon moved away from pranks and bullying, and life-threatening traps began to appear.
An iron skewer that suddenly pops out of the ground, a trap that sprays water on the floor and destroys it with electricity.
A hallway with a huge ax hanging from the ceiling, swaying from flamethrowers shooting out of the walls.
In a situation where there were traps that could be called standard, Lecia was surprised by each one, but she was avoiding them.
Of course, if it was her original personality of her, it would be more than enough to get caught in all of them, but-
[There? And… Here? Oh here it is! Yes!]
Lecia nods her head broadly as if she understands, and she moves forward, smashing all her switches or parts where her trap her pops up with her collar de bolgues.
The ignorant way of breaking through was possible because Nemea, holding an arrow-shaped sign in her hand like a tour guide, was walking while telling the whole location.
Lecia gets help from Nemea, boom, boom! It pours out magical energy that seems almost infinite.
“Wow…”
Seeing that scene, Amelia was restless even though she was sweating profusely.
It was also the case that a dungeon with important historical value was destroyed, but the power felt every time the power of the holy sword was swung was also outside the standard.
As a result, the damage to the wall remained even after 30 years, and I was concerned that the passage would be blocked if a major shock occurred inside.
[You used a much more ignorant method than I thought, Lesia…]
Since Galatea only knows Lesia after she has grown up, as if she never imagined that she was this kind of person, she raises her voice as if she is dumbfounded.
Following Nemea’s guidance, Cleon looked at Lesia, who was just swinging her sword, then shook her head and let out a sigh.
“But thanks to that, we don’t have to avoid traps.”
“And the monsters too…”
When Amelia answered that, Cleon nodded her head.
It wasn’t just her traps that Lesia faced on her way here.
On the way, if the otherworldly dungeon distorted the space, it was suddenly transferred from the passage to a place like a huge amphitheater to fight the monsters that appeared.
For some reason, Cleon and Amelia are also sent along with Lesia, and each time they are surprised.
The monster that appeared was also an illusion that Lesia had defeated, and she did not think that Lesia would lose to such a small creature.
In fact, when it comes to monsters, you win almost instantaneously.
Even without liberating Caladbolg’s magical power his, just by quickly swinging his sword, the powerful slashing wave generated in front cut down the demons that were rushing in.
That strength, and that majesty, was a skill that made her believe that she was the hero Lesia who defeated the demonic sword emperor.
“At this rate, the innermost part should be quick…”
“Yes, this sphere that Aaron handed over…”
When Cleon took out the black sphere he had kept in his bosom, it had a faint light on its surface.
I didn’t know until the light came on, but I could see that geometric patterns were engraved on the surface.
“Is it an ancient language…?”
“Well… But the fact that it’s reacting means, as you said, that there is a record in the innermost part. Perhaps Lesia learned about the throne master there too.”
If so, what did she do with that ‘knowledge’?
Did she pass it on to her colleagues, or did she keep it to herself?
If she knew Lesia, she would have chosen the former.
If so, did Esca, Sophia, and Talchek all learn about her throne lord her through Lesia?
‘But if that’s the case… I wonder if no one, including Lesia, wanted to dye the world in their own colors.’
If she becomes the ruler of the throne, she can achieve a world of her own ideals.
A being that can be called a real god who is overflowing in this world, and who can make all of them a ‘prank’ compared to all the gods that have ever existed.
That is the chalcedony.
The ‘throne queen’ is replaced by going into the space where the throne chair is sitting, pulling her down from the throne, and sitting on the throne herself.
If it was Sophia, she would have hoped for a world where she could gain all knowledge, and if it was Talchek, she might have wanted a world where blood, swords, and guts flowed.
If it was Esca——.
After thinking that far, Cleon thought for a moment that if she had a kind personality, she might have created a wonderful and wonderful utopia…
As the wound in her abdomen that had been pierced hurts, her mood was depressed by her instinct her to deny the idea.
Even as Amelia looks at Cleon with concern, she suddenly sees the end of the passage in front of her eyes.
“Cleon. There…”
Then, she pulls Cleon’s hand on her and directs his gaze on her there.
It was the same with Lecia, the vision of her in front of her, who noticed that.
[What? Is that the end?]
Lesia questioned Nemea, then Nemea silently nodded her head and put away the sign she was holding in her hand her.
It also meant that there were no more pitfalls ahead.
Lesia nodded as if she knew that much, but she hesitated and looked at Nemea.
Then the expression on her face grew pale and she began to break out in a cold sweat.
[Somehow, I managed to get help and get into the deepest part… But if you know about traps, are you by any chance related to this dungeon?]
Did he finally start questioning her existence-and identity her?
Despite Lesia’s question, Nemea did not give a proper answer and only tilted her head.
[Eh… Why? But I don’t feel like an enemy…]
And while muttering like that, Lecia can’t help but think about it now! She will do and pass.
Then, trotting after Nemea as she receded, and placing her hand on the great door at the end of her passage, her body her disappeared.
“Is it gone…?”
When Amelia says that in a surprised voice, Cleon nods her head.
“Probably, the guidance is that this is the end.”
Then, what was in it, Lesia had confirmed, and she herself had to confirm something about her throne her.
While saying that, Cleon tried to put his hand her on the handle of the door, but at that very moment.
“Keugh…!”
Suddenly, her own heart her beat so hard that it was not even a throb, but the illusion of making her rattling sound.
For a moment, her breath is tight and her body her stiffens.
“Cleon!?”
Noticing that Cleon’s reaction her was unusual, Amelia quickly examines his body her and collects divine mana and sends it to the surface of his body her.
Even though he couldn’t use powerful healing techniques like Quon, it seemed that he tried to suppress the pain with the power of divine magic.
As if it was almost useless in Cleon’s current state, cold sweat did not stop flowing and a gasping sound came out of his mouth.
“Oooh, that’s dangerous…! If I hear your heart beating this loud, even to me in my breast pocket… If I do something wrong, my heart will burst and die…!”
“That, like that…”
A situation where you don’t know what to do.
In a situation where Amelia was only draining her divine magic power without any special harvest, Caliburn and Galatea, who were hanging from Cleon’s waist, assumed human form and supported Cleon.
“The spell that flowed into my body became stronger…! I was resisting it well until just now, but the moment I touched the door- No no no…! Cleon! No no, don’t give up.. .!”
Galatea panics like never before.
After she examined Cleon’s condition, Caliburn, who had heard the story, quietly turned her gaze toward the door–Cleon’s hand her touching it–and nodded her head in agreement.
“Somehow… It seems that something inside strongly interfered~”
“That’s not the situation to be so carefree! Caliburn, isn’t it impossible to recover with your holy magic?”
At Galatea’s cry her, Caliburn silently shook her head.
“But, there is a way.”
“…Way?”
“Yes~ This condition of Cleon is not a curse. That is why it cannot be removed with holy magic. It is a powerful ‘something’ that we are familiar with~”
Saying so, Caliburn quietly took off Cleon’s coat and uncovered his top her.
Then, in the heart of his Cleon – a pattern that seemed to have complicatedly made ‘leaves’ that did not exist originally appeared.
Seeing this, the expressions of everyone except Caliburn were stained with astonishment.
In particular, Galatea received her shock more than others.
“…This is the mark…! Wait, that’s the mark of dominion!?”
“The stamp of dominance… If it’s the seal that Cleon can give with the power of the demonic sword… “
It is also engraved on his chest his, and it can be said to be the most unique among Cleon’s powers his as a ‘magical swordsman’.
It was also what differentiated him from other magic swordsmen.
According to the story- it is said that it is a power common to the clan of dark demons who were reincarnated with the reincarnation factor.
“I see… I understand! The reason Cleon’s heart beats so fast is because his body is resisting the imprint…!”
Galatea is there, and he realizes that he has been a little mistaken.
Cleon’s body his resisted the imprint of domination, but the resistance did not weaken.
The imprint that was trying to strengthen the effect of domination began to resist more strongly, causing the body to reject it.
“Cleon… Has not yet lost to this imprint…!”
Galatea puts her hand on Cleon’s imprint as if she understands.
Then, kick out! And her hand her bounces off.
“Aww…!”
“Galatea. A ‘non-human being’ like us can’t reach that mark. If the one engraved with this mark is the ‘Vision of Nemea’ who met Cleon’s eyes… Then, surely, she is alive as the seat of the throne. It must have been engraved with a mark that only applies to ‘humans’.”
It was Amelia standing beside her that Caliburn shook her head and looked at.
“So… Amelia~. Please.”
“Uh, how can I…?”
Amelia nodded her understanding her, and Caliburn quietly took Amelia’s hand her and moved it to the imprint above Cleon’s heart her.
Unlike Galatea, Amelia’s hand her doesn’t spark or bounce.
It’s a bit strange to even think of this in a situation like this, but as she put her hand on his hard chest her, Amelia felt her heart her pounding involuntarily.
“Cleon and Amelia are connected by the imprint~ And… The imprint can be controlled by itself if it reaches a ‘certain level’… You can think of it as learning how to control the ‘imprint’~”
It is a phenomenon that happened to Sasha, who ran wild after Lubera adjusted her body to fit Cleon’s-or took away the power of Cleon’s imprint.
As Amelia listens to Caliburn’s explanation her, she nods her head as if she knows a little bit.
“Then ~Amelia will be able to transfer ‘the imprint of this leaf-shaped dominance’ engraved on Cleon’s body to Amelia’s body Her ~Of course, not all, but only a part~”
“Wait, wait! Sacred Sword sister! If you do that, won’t the princess end up in this state!?”
When Schrödinger says something obvious, Caliburn nods.
“That’s why I said only part of it. You don’t have to take all of it. You can think of it as sharing the burden.” |
“But… A girl this young is definitely more dangerous than your older brother…”
Schrödinger talks to Amelia as if he is worried, but Amelia closes her eyes the next moment.
Then, she used her own body her as her medium her to express her magic power her, and once again grew her body her.
From the original appearance of a 10-year-old – if the body grows slowly, it will grow to the body of a wonderful young man.
“…If you do this, it will be a little less burdensome! I’ll try, get this imprint from Cleon. Please tell me how to do it…!”
As Amelia speaks with her determination her, Galatea meets her eyes with Caliburn, and she nods, albeit slightly conflicted.
“…Thank you… Thank you, Amelia.”
Galatea said so, and placed her own hand on the back of Amelia’s hand her, which her Caliburn her was covering.
“Close your eyes… Concentrate. You think that your body is immersed in Cleon’s body. And slowly. It gradually becomes one. Starting with the body, the senses, the mind, the emotions… Soul at last.”
The reason that sexual intercourse is a situation in which the imprint is easily controlled by others is because this sympathy is stronger and deeper.
Amelia, as Galatea had said, concentrated her mind as if she had put all of herself into her passage through her connection with him.
Little by little, Amelia’s senses of herself are bursting, along with the pain that Cleon is feeling, and her emotions that she has been holding back without revealing to anyone.
“Haha…!”
And when it touches the fragment, Amelia opens her eyes without realizing it.
She felt that sense of fear, like a centipede, or a snake, coiling around her fingers the moment she put her hand her into the hole of her somber feelings her.
The moment she touched it, she knew a little how much Cleon was killing for everyone, among her own emotions her.
“Clue, Leon…!”
The moment Amelia was touched by that feeling, she couldn’t help but be very upset.
Thanks, not focused.
In order to fully connect with Cleon’s body her, he had to create a kind of trance state, but that was impossible.
“No Amelia. Calm down. Take a deep breath- Trust Cleon…!”
Galatea spoke in an urgent voice to Amelia, whose senses had been disconnected thanks to this.
“I’ll ask you too…~. If you want to save Cleon, this way- No, the only thing you can save is Amelia…”
Even Carly Burn speaks to Amelia in a rare earnest voice, and she nods, suppressing the goosebumps in her quivering body Her, her rising spine.
“I’m sorry… I’ll try again…!”
Then, as before, she closed her eyes again and put her body on top of Cleon’s body.
Only this time. Even for Cleon’s sake, I could never- let him die like this.
Such a sad feeling- To have such a terrifying experience as the end of life-
That can’t be forgiven.
Amelia’s eagerness to never, never, ever make him reach a happy ending – gave her greater than usual concentration.
And then – finally deep in the heart –
A narrow passage like a thread expands its width as it weaves Cleon and Amelia.
Done. It was not only Amelia who felt this, but also Caliburn and Galatea.
Then, the next moment, the green mark of dominance floating on Cleon’s chest slowly separates from the skin and turns into particles.
Then, about half of it drifted towards Amelia-
It moved to the back of her right hand, which was touching Cleon’s heart her.
At the same time-
“Ugh…!”
Amelia’s heart suddenly starts to jump at the same speed as when sprinting.
Her head her heats up and her breath starts to catch up, but it does n’t stop.
Cleon had been through this pain-no, was he going through more than this?
Once Amelia removed her hand from him, somehow suppressing his not being able to breathe properly.
A pattern that would appear when the pattern on Cleon was cut exactly in half was embedded in the back of her hand.
“Kuh-ha! Haa…!”
Cleon took a deep breath with a reaction that seemed to have relieved his blocked breathing of her.
“Amelia…!”
Then, he immediately turned her body to Amelia and looked at the back of her hand.
“…Sorry, Amelia. Because of me-“
“Oh…No, Cleon…”
Amelia smiled bitterly and grabbed Cleon’s hand hers.
“As a colleague, I did what I had to do.”
Hearing Amelia’s answer, Cleon shut his mouth for a moment, then nodded.
“Tell me if you can’t stand it. I’ll get the imprint back right away.”
And when Cleon asked for it, Amelia reassured him with a nod of his head.
“Thank you, Caliburn, Galatea. I’m alive thanks to you.”
When Cleon says so, Galatea wipes it away with her hand her, as if her eyes her were red at some point, then returns to the form of a sword.
And Caliburn, nodding her head generously, changes her appearance her to follow Galatea.
And- after going through a commotion, Cleon turned to the door in front of him that he was finally able to open.
“…Now, let’s go in. Go and find a way to erase this imprint.”
“…Yes!”
And—Amelia nods her head broadly.
Cleon put strength into the doorknob in his hand and opened the door.
Being there- how it will change Cleon’s future goals.
It was still unknown to anyone.
Except for one person-
