Chapter 33 – Cherry Blossoms? What About Cherry Blossoms? (1)
‘Goddess? Goddess Luminous? …Hey, are you Luminous?’
Even though I even had disrespectful thoughts that would normally have angered me, there is no response. The connection is suddenly disconnected at the moment when it urgently wants to tell me something, and it still does not connect. What’s going on? Did something go wrong upstairs?
There was also Ray’s opinion that it would take too much time to go to the capital by carriage, and going to the capital just like this didn’t solve all the problems. I have distributed personnel.
Saha, who is the fastest among you, is instructed where to get to the capital first and collect detailed information about what Violence is doing. He occasionally sent demon beasts and ordered them to hold their ankles in moderation.
What the hero party lacks right now is, of course, experience. For some reason, the hero has grown so fast that he has exceeded the expectations of the goddess, but because he has not had much fighting experience, he has not yet been able to handle that power skillfully, and he lacks the ability to discern what he can and cannot do.
It was to fill the lack of experience that Ray sent a magical beast to hinder the movement of the warriors. Since there is a place to use the hero, I ordered not to kill it and to only drag the time with the right guy, so Ray will send only the demons that the hero can defeat enough.
Even weak beasts will realize something if the battle continues. From which type of enemy to target which part is effective, to which type of enemy’s which attack to be sure how to block it. Not someone telling you, but learning your own way by experiencing it yourself. That’s the point.
The reason why she asked Saha to collect information was that even though Ange knew Violence’s purpose, she didn’t even know how exactly she was going to achieve that purpose, so she did it in order to destroy the plan. Because I needed accurate information.
After assigning one mission to each of the two, I was flying in the sky riding one of the mildest and fastest flying magic beasts that Ray had raised.
I couldn’t afford to go through checkpoints in every town and city, and I knew that if I flew over my head, the annoying Royal Knights would follow me right away, so rather than heading straight to my destination, I was flying on a slightly curved course.
Then, suddenly, something strange happened.
“…Uh?”
Dark clouds suddenly gathering from somewhere.
Kurreung…!
It’s not an ordinary dark cloud either. A huge black thundercloud that flashes menacingly the lightning it embraces. The cloud gave the impression of a living creature. It also feels like a ferocious, angry beast.
“…Uh, uh uh? No, fuck. What is that? Why are you coming this way?”
I felt that the clouds were somehow ominous, so I deliberately changed my route a little, but the dark clouds changed direction as I moved. If it’s this blatant, anyone will notice. That the dark clouds were not ordinary clouds, but that someone created them for me.
Rumble, gurrureung…!
Thunder sounded like the cry of an animal, and dark clouds followed ferociously from behind. God, I’m afraid of clouds or something?
The approaching speed of the dark clouds was a bit faster than the flying monster I rode on. Because of that, the distance between me and the dark cloud was gradually narrowing. It seemed like I would really catch up if I continued like this, so I had no choice but to come up with some means.
“Ah, I don’t know.”
With only his left hand holding the reins connected to the Witchbeast that he had been holding with both hands, a necklace made of fragments of chaos was wrapped around his right arm. Then he turned and pointed his finger at the fiercely pursuing dark cloud.
The difference in power between simply holding the fragments on your body and using magic and using them directly in your hand is quite large.
Firing magic with the hand holding the shrapnel is the most powerful, but it also recoils to me, so the most ideal thing is to hold the shrapnel with the left hand to draw out the magic and fire it with the right hand.
But right now I don’t have enough room in my hands, so I prepared a magic with a necklace wrapped around my arm in a hurry. This way, it’s less recoil than shooting with that hand while holding the shrapnel.
“Pierce.” [Pierce]
Pajik, Pajik! Woowoung … Ji Ying!
The mana drawn from the fragments is concentrated on the tip of the index finger and becomes a lump. And it eventually becomes a single dazzling beam of light and is launched.
It was a simple magic that was very far from a complex spell that simply concentrated and released mana at one point. A magic so simple and so devastatingly effective that if you order an ordinary magician to defeat an enemy with this technique, you’ll be caught ignoring yourself.
But for me this is enough. Because it is simple, it is fast and easy to use, and its devastating power can be compensated by simply injecting an additional amount of mana.
For a normal wizard, it’s magic enough to dig a hole the size of a finger in a tree at most, but if I use it with no magical power, it’s just a railgun.
However, the dark clouds didn’t take a big hit, let alone a hole in the beam I fired. No, on the contrary, the momentum has become more ferocious. I clicked my tongue at that sight.
“Damn it. I don’t think it’s that kind of thing.”
There is definitely one. It is a type that is very troublesome just to hear that it induces the opponent to attack with a menacing appearance and then reflects or absorbs it to make it its own power. It seemed to me that this dark cloud chasing me was also of that lineage.
My back hurts. Obviously, that will have some limitations, but there are too many uneasy elements to take advantage of it and defeat it. There was no need for me to take that risk and defeat him. If my power doesn’t work on that side, I can use it on this side.
“That’s right, that’s right. It’s not sick. That’s right, you’re a good boy.”
I undid the necklace wrapped around my right arm. Then, with my right hand, I drew the mana of the fragments, and through my left hand holding the reins, I channeled that mana into the Flying Witchbeast I was riding on.
Its form is specialized for high-speed flight. There is no need for offensive ability, only speed is all-in. A shape that minimizes wind resistance and securely fixes the occupant.
After drawing all the necessary forms of the beast in his head, he changed the body of the beast through the magic he injected. The beast’s body, engulfed in darkness, twisted little by little during flight, grew, and regressed repeatedly, and finally the transformation was completed.
The three-headed tail reduces weight by eliminating two superfluous ones, and changes the shape of the tip of the tail to make it easier to change direction in flight.
Its long and blunt snout like a crocodile is trimmed like a sharpened pencil to better cut through the wind, and its wings are separated into inner wings for high-speed flight and strong elytra to protect the less durable inner wings.
Like a camel’s hump, the back was changed to a shape suitable for a person to ride, and all other unnecessary small parts were removed. As soon as the mutation was over, the flight speed increased even more, and at this rate, I could lightly get rid of that unknown dark cloud.
…I thought so. However, when the roar that resounded the heavens and earth tore my ears, my whole body was already struggling with the burning pain, and I was already falling down with the burning Witchbeast.
What the heck is this… Even if it attacks a monster, I’m always using [Darkness], So non-light attacks won’t be able to harm me…!
It hurts…
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! It hurts…!
“Oh… Fuck… Like a dog…”
Damn… I’m getting conscious…
*
God should not directly interfere in the affairs of the world.
Things like trusts and sending angels as agents are allowed to a certain extent, but it is not permitted for the god himself to manifest himself in the world and influence it outside of his will.
Because the power of the gods is too strong, and because everything the world did was so fragile that it would crumble with just one intervention by the gods, it was a kind of consideration set by the gods for their creations.
And God who violates this is given a kind of penalty.
So how do you know if God broke the rules or not? It’s very simple. When something happens, it’s just a question of whether it’s reasonable.
Since the authority of the gods is strong, it is not bound by the laws of the small and fragile world. Therefore, divine intervention is nothing more than a disaster for the creatures.
Something that is conceptually impossible to happen. Process, effect, and cause do not match.
In one word… ‘Unreasonable thing’.
“…Ceeeeebaaaaar…”
My eyes are blurry from the burning pain all over my body, and my stomach is pounding from the jing jing in my head. Breathing doesn’t work like the heart, so I can’t breathe, and I feel pain as if my skin is being ripped off just by touching the air.
If something like this had happened in the original world, he would have died without being able to do anything and suffering. Of course, in that world, there would be no way I would have suffered such an outrageous thing.
“Whoa, whoa…”
I survived because I was now ‘Ragna Armageddon’. All unnecessary emotions were removed in order to play the perfect villain. Guilt and regret, of course, even the fear of death.
My whole body hurts so much that it’s hard to find a normal place, but I have no fear. The body is hot, but the head is cold as ice. What is here is not a pitiful surplus trembling before death. He is a villain who calmly finds a way to survive in order to fulfill his role as promised.
“Ha, ha, ha, ha…”
But what should I do? Body doesn’t move I can’t lift a finger. At this rate, I will not be able to gather enough mana to restore this body that is on the verge of death. At least, if the fragment was in your hand, you would be able to draw magic quickly, but in a situation where you can only breathe, you can’t properly draw out the power of the fragment hanging around your neck…
“…There.”
There is someone.
Someone is near me now. A thin woman’s voice. Are you probably around twenty? The voice is terrified. There seems to be no hostility toward me in it.
Finally, I finally found a way to live. Although it is in the hands of an unfamiliar woman.
“…Necklace…”
“…Yeah?”
“Necklace…This… My… Hand…”
Damn, I’m out of breath, I can’t speak any more. Fortunately, however, the unknown woman quickly understood what I was trying to say. She felt a slight pull near her neck, then she felt a familiar sensation in her right palm, which stretched out weakly.
Fragments of chaos. The source of my strength and the foundation of the weapons I wield. Yes, as long as you have this, no problem.
After the woman placed the shard on my hand, she wrapped her right hand around my right hand to help me hold her shard. Perhaps she knew that she wanted me to hold her necklace with her memories in her hand right before she died, but that action saved me in the end.
I drew magic from all sides of the palm holding the fragment, starting with the hand holding the fragment and slowly repairing my body. After a minute or so passed, half of the field of vision finally returned. Breathing is no longer a problem.
“…Whoa. I’m finally going to live.”
“Kyaaaaa?!”
And the woman who helped me was startled and fell behind her, hitting her buttock.
Worth knowing After putting the necklace in my hand, it seems that I thought I was dead and closed my eyes and recited something like a memorial prayer. But when I thought I was dead, I suddenly opened my eyes and spoke, and I was surprised.
After recovering all the wounds on her body, I raised her and turned her head to the woman who was looking up at me in disbelief. Um, you’re younger than you think? I thought she was in her mid-to-late 20s because her voice was mature and mature, but unexpectedly, there was a beauty full of girlish freshness in front of me who had just turned 20.
“Thanks for your help. She could have been in real trouble without your help.”
“I-I didn’t do anything in particular…?”
“No. Because you put this necklace in my hand, I was able to recover from my injuries. Benefactor who helped me, may I know your name?”
“…Bira. My name is Bira.”
Rain line. She’s pretty. Fresh and rich blonde hair, white and fair skin without freckles, and moderately swollen breasts that fit my taste. She’s the first woman I’ve ever seen, but she’s a pretty likable beauty, even if she’s helped me.
“But may I know who you are?”
“Me? I’m just a black magician who was suddenly attacked and nearly died while on the road.”
All sorts of misunderstandings and rumors about me were worse in the Kingdom of Elheim than in the Kingdom of Hermon, but never less so there is no need to reveal my identity. If you reveal your name and those gentle eyes full of goodwill harbor hostility, you might feel a little sad.
“Warlock? Oh my God, hasn’t that gone off the rails before?”
“Well, everyone said that. I didn’t have a teacher in particular, but I studied on my own with an old textbook.”
“Hmm… Warlocks are written to be very scary people, but it doesn’t seem like that. No, rather… No.”
As expected, the perception of black magicians is the bottom everywhere. Still, it’s better than revealing that Ragnar is Baron Armageddon.
“Thank you anyway, Vira. I’d like to repay you for this favor, but is there anything I can do to help?”
“…Um. You mean something in return? I didn’t really ask for anything in return.”
“Still, the fact that I was indebted to you remains the same. So, for me, I definitely want to repay him.”
“It’s not polite to refuse to say that. So… Can you help me? I have to go to the capital of the kingdom of Elheim, but it’s a bit difficult for a woman alone. When arriving at the capital Can you accompany me until? …Is this asking too much?”
“No, just as I was on my way to the capital. If I can repay the favor by accompanying you, that’s fine.”
“I see! Thank you. Ehehe…”
Even smiling is likable. Anyway, where did the magic beast I was riding go? When I turned around, there was a black rock near where I was lying. No, if you look closely, it’s the corpse of the Witchbeast I rode.
Because it was burnt to death while engulfed in darkness, if you don’t look closely, it just looks like a slightly darker rock. Well, there’s no need to clean up now.
Anyway, I accepted Veera’s request. Even if you have the same destination as me, there is no reason to go separately, but it will be safer to act together.
Of course, not only her, but me too.
The dark clouds that followed me, the roar I heard at the end, the burning pain throughout my body, the sensation of my body being paralyzed and not moving, and finally, the most decisive thing was the charred corpse of the demon…
Now I know what I got into. Then who is the culprit?
Luminous Goddess? Probably not. Rather, she warned me of danger. It was after I was disconnected from her that I was attacked. So, her Luminous is on her side, and it can be seen that it was her and her hostile presence that attacked me.
I vaguely thought that maybe one day I might get hit, but when I actually got hit, I felt pretty dirty. It is this absurdity that makes me angry.
The attack I received was definitely a thunderbolt. And at that time, the only dark cloud that could spit out thunderbolts from the sky was that eerie cloud that was chasing me.
The problem was that the cloud was obviously at the same height as me, and behind me, and I was almost killed by a thunderbolt from the cloud.
Moreover, the fact that I, who would not be harmed by non-Light attacks, was brought to the point of dying means that the criminal who attacked me was not bound by the rules of this world.
An attack that was impossible to take due to its location, and even if it did, it would not have suffered damage originally. Does this make any fucking sense? But is there anyone who can make sense of it? What do you mean? What is it…
“…Whoa.”
I don’t know what kind of goddamn bastard he is, but it sounds like a goddamn bastard tried to kill me.
A god who appeared in a world that was not under his control and tried to kill me while violating the ‘promise’ that they had made among themselves that they would not intervene in the affairs of the world personally.
It’s really the worst.
