Chapter 16 – Ruins Guard Request (4)
“Anyway, I’m glad we won. Everyone has been through a lot.”
I shook my fist and walked towards my teammates. The goblin’s blood dripped onto the mana-covered hide.
“Thanks to you, I won easily. You were strong.”
“Hey, that’s right. Nord, are you insanely strong? I didn’t know.”
Este said while sticking out his tongue. He puts a javelin through the necks of the fallen goblins while he is talking. It was a thorough check-up.
“It’s not that I’m strong, it’s because of this magic.”
Originally, Jammin, a motherless mother trying to fight a sword, would not have been able to win so easily against 20 of them. I had been beaten with an ax by a guy before because I was careless.
“Is that so? What is that magic? No, does magic work?”
Paragon exclaimed as he polished the stone cabinet.
Ah- don’t you know? Everything is here and there, but only humans.
“Onetime… It is a sorcery called a curse.”
“Curse? Isn’t that dangerous? It’s because of us that you overworked yourself and used your strength…”
Francesca caressed my mana coating. It was a little surprising that even though it was touched on top of Mana, there was a feeling as if it were actually in contact with the skin.
“Maybe there is no problem? More than that, this is the magic I found on the stele that I dug up with Francesca.”
“Yeah?”
“Stone? You got it from the ruins here?! Where?! Where are you?!”
Est, who finished the confirmation kill, rushed to my words.
I wondered if I should have hidden the source because of the enthusiastic response, but I quickly changed my mind. It’s a ruin that people from the archaeological world will come to investigate soon anyway.
There is no guarantee that this is magic that only I know. There was a possibility that it was a magic that had already been grasped by the Wizards Guild. It was like Ulster’s magic. So I just said it
“This way. Let me guide you. No, but I don’t know how to solve this magic.”
“Isn’t that also a kind of magic? If you block the mana supplying magic, it will be released.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“… You don’t know how to handle mana, so how did you use magic?”
“When I read the letters, I just whizzed around on my own.”
What is that, the phrase to the heavenly god was the cause of this transformation. The moment I read the phrase, a change occurred in my body, and the power of the Earth Warrior dwelled in my body.
“Ah, was that writing over there a magic spell?”
“It is low-level magic that can be activated with a simple spell. Magic that is activated in a single sentence cannot produce such a tremendous effect.”
As a priest who handles magic, Paragon made an assertion. No, but right now, how to solve this is more important than the source of the magic.
“Cut off mana… Block…”
While muttering, I concentrated on sensing mana. Let’s try to feel the Qi that is said in the pseudo-version of oriental medicine.
Swak— Swak— Swak—.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt something. No, I felt it. I simply knew that something other than blood was flowing through my body.
No, even when I just opened my eyes, I felt it openly. It seemed that a thin catheter used for surgery was wrapped around the body and nutrients were being passed from there.
“Fuck! I feel weird!”
I screamed and shouted for the catheter to stop running around my body.
“Go away, Ungnyeo’s ghost!!!”
Woo woo woo woo-.
Chi profit. Good!
The catheter disappeared from my body.
No, it didn’t disappear. It only shrunk in size like Juji with one foot removed. It was a very strange sensation, as if I could sense where every nervous system in my body was.
“Det?”
Hodaldaldaldaldaldaldal!
Not only that, but my legs were also shaking. The feeling was different from the muscle pain the day I worked on my lower body.
It’s like the muscles in my fucking legs have volatilized and volatilized and flew away. I felt no strength from my hardened thighs!
“Nord! You, your legs are shaking!”
“Is that so? Thank you for the live broadcast. It’s my body, but I don’t know. I guess I’ve come this far. Kekkodak.”
“Mr. Nord!”
Francesca supported me as I collapsed as my legs gave out. Paragon looked at me with a tsk tsk sound.
“Why are you overreacting? It’s just mana exhaustion.”
“Did you run out of mana?”
Is this because the MP is doing this? The leg muscles that followed me well even when I was doing a fucking heavy squat are twitching?
“From what I can see, you don’t seem to be a wizard, do you?”
“Of course not. I wear armor and I use a sword as a weapon.”
“I guess so. Since she’s not a wizard and couldn’t handle mana normally, her total amount of mana must have been low. That’s why mana ran out due to excessive use of magic.”
“Hmm.”
If Paragon’s words were true, the reason I ended up like this was because I only had a little bit of mana, so she meant that.
I’m premature! I am so sad that all the tears come out.
“Is it usually like this when you run out of mana?”
“I know because I have experienced it. Your consciousness is fine and you can speak well, but your body doesn’t have any energy, right? Other than a very common symptom.”
“Ah… Magic has some side effects.”
“Side Effect? Is it just mana exhaustion?”
When I was disturbed, Paragon widened his eyes as if it was rather absurd.
“Against it, against it. I don’t know how strong you were originally, but isn’t it all that someone who has never used magic in his life is only a little short of mana even after using it for a long time? Rather, it is a great magic.”
He said while wiping the sweat from the hand holding the sword.
“I am also very curious about the identity of the magic. Let’s go.”
I have become like a deflated tout balloon. Like a vinyl doll that died after an intense dance.
“Oh! Then I will listen!”
“Yes?”
Francesca, who had been supporting her, said that and gave me a hug. It was absurd to hear it from someone 20 cm shorter than me.
“No, Mrs. Francesca knows the location too, so can’t we just go and come back?”
“I don’t know the letters written on the stele?”
“Oh shit, it was.”
Then there is nothing you can do I was determined to remain calm.
It’s absolutely not that I’m tempted by the big breasts that touch my arms. Because the leather armor was thick, I didn’t even feel it. It can be said that it is very regrettable.
Swoop.
I was picked up by Francesca and went to the stone monument. At the base of the stone stele that was dug up, the same letters as before remained.
“Eh? Is this text? Oh, are you talking about this?”
Est pointed with his finger at a phrase written in cuneiform. I expressed my condolences to the five sense characters who could not even be treated as text messages.
“Yes. Those are the letters of an ancient civilization.”
“A string from the golden age. Among the holy relics of our church, there were objects with such words written on them.”
“A relic? Really?”
Francesca put me on the floor, full of anticipation. She peeped at my side face, her eyes twinkling.
“Mr. Nord, Mr. Nord. How are you reading this?”
“This is 《yáǵeswō deiwōm dyeus》. It means to pray to the Heavenly God.”
“Hey, Yauges… What, what?”
Est stuttered her words, struggling with her pronunciation. I read it again with a loud and clear pronunciation.
“Pray to the Sky God (deiwōm dyeus), pray (yáǵeswō)”
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Mr. Cunningham. This is the glans that the lady over there sent me.
I want to pretend I didn’t hear it.
“Miss Francesca? It looks like Est-san will be punished sooner or later, so let’s stay away from him.”
“My, what did I do?! That’s right! Pronunciation!”
“Let’s do something like that. Oh, don’t come next to me.”
─It’s a duck.
I crawled across the floor and distanced myself from Est. I don’t know what the heavenly god is, but I didn’t know if I could shoot at least lightning from the hole in the ceiling over there.
“Yow. Yayges. What is it? Place? Dayom? Worm? Awesome!”
Francesca imitated her pronunciation and bit her tongue. Although he is a dwarf thief, his tongue seems to depend on DEX.
“Ahhhhh… Losing is the mother of a bum… You are so young…”
“Is it that difficult?”
Well, pronunciation differences between languages are originally difficult to overcome. When I was on Earth, I also struggled with English pronunciation.
Whiiik-!
At that time, Paragon, who had been muttering in his mouth for a long time, blew a whistle. Then he said.
“─≪Pray to the Sky God (yáǵeswō deiwōm dyeus)》.”
It was a pretty accurate pronunciation. Priest too. Even if it’s the same idiot, the time I spent reading the article was effective here.
After he succeeded in pronunciation, we waited for the results. Damn, is it possible to have another Vectorman colleague like this?
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“… Is everything okay?”
“Det?”
Damn, is this far away? I tilted my head at the appearance of Paragon, which did not change anything.
“Mr. Paragon, is there any response? You should feel the well-cooked pasta spread all over your body and the spinach sauce gushing out from there.”
“It was a very impressive analogy. I would have been happier if I could have felt it with my body.”
It was a trembling voice. I spoke urgently, fearing that I would be considered a con, a brash master shepherd.
“But it worked for me.”
“Well… I can guess why. This is obviously not a simple order. Rather, it is more like the Prayer of Consecration that we priests memorize.”
“Axis… What are you doing? Damn it. You’ve been saying things you don’t understand.”
Est, who had been quiet, grumbled as he brushed off the goblin’s blood. It seemed that he had given up on pronouncing the words of the stele.
“A consecration prayer. It means a prayer for blessing.”
“You mean this is divine magic?”
It was very funny that a miracle that a priest causes by borrowing the power of a god was called “Magic,” But it was unavoidable because the translation was close to that.
The ominous image of “Jujutsu” Or “Magic” In the Chinese character world does not apply to the mysterious power of this other world.
“No, it seems to be different from normal divine magic.”
Paragon said as he stamped his head on the floor.
“If this is divine magic, the Mana of Abundance I have should respond. It must be magic that uses divine power. But there was no reaction at all.”
“Then what is it?”
“I don’t know either?”
No, fuck you, little bastard. Is that what you mean when you say you’re in fucking shape?
“Am I not a wizard? If you really want to know, find a learned mage. If it’s true, you can put in a request to the wizard guild.”
“Damn it, I want to get the pronunciation right.”
Este lay flat on her back, and Francesca put her chin on her chin and tilted her head. She rests her chin on her chest with her elbow resting on her chest. That’s shit how is that possible?
“Umm—this stele has a special magic, so it only gives that magic to those who read the text for the first time?”
“I don’t think that’s the case. If so, I think the gold class adventurers would have guessed it. They must have a more sensitive sense of mana than we do.”
I also agreed with that opinion. The feeling I felt when I recited the words of the stone monument was close to mana boiling from within myself.
“What was the reason for saying the consecration prayer?”
“Because of the order. Didn’t I say that the inscription on this stone stele meant to pray to God?”
“Pray to the Sky God.”
Said Francesca. It was not the pronunciation of ancient letters.
“It is. If Mr. Nord’s interpretation is correct, the magic that derives its power from worshiping a god is a primitive consecration prayer.”
“Primitive… ?”
I read the writing at the base of the stele again.
[—Ancient sorcery, primitive mysteries, and the Druid’s mysteries that endow humans with the power of beasts—]
The Mystery of Primordial Origins.
It was written so on the stele.
The person who wrote this article was probably an Erinn from an ancient civilization. In other words, the magic of ‘Return of the Beast’ is a sorcery with a long history, to the extent that even he—or she— describes it as a ‘primitive mystery’.
Shit, of course, it must be fucking old. Perhaps it is magic that is thousands of years old.
“Before faith settled in mankind. It is said that there was no distinction between magic and faith in the past, even more than in the ancient civilizations of the Golden Age.”
Paragon said. The primitive age referred to here was the time when the people of the other world were Homo otherworldus.
“If it is a primitive faith… Animism or totemism?”
“What is it?”
“If I only moved my body, you would have been slapped on the jaw.”
There’s no fucking conversation going on. It was a conversation where they couldn’t rally and only smashed each other.
Now that I think about it, this bastard who talks about this is a different world special. Just saying what you want to say and boasting about your knowledge.
Here, even further assholes go to the point of over-selling useful knowledge.
“Therefore! Humans worshiped not only gods, but also monsters and other powerful beings at random!”
“Oh, you are right about that.”
1 child. It feels like we are discussing medicine without using jargon. Why do I have to talk while explaining the terms one by one?
“This magic seems to be a trace of that time. Because some of the false beliefs of that time lead to the worship of evil spirits today.”
“No shit, yeah?! Is this the sorcery of demon worship?!”
“Hee! Mr. Nord, are you being taken away by the Inquisitor?!”
I was stunned by the shocking truth.
Damn it, it’s fucked up! The sorcery of the heretics! It was the sound that even more uncivilized Romanian bastard religious bastards from another barbaric world were coming to kill me!
“No, Mr. Nord? I think it’s better to bite your tongue and die now…”
“Is that so? After all, suicide is less painful than torture, right?”
Francesca took care of me with her good heart. Even her little brother knew that she would rather kill herself here than be dragged into the torture chamber of those crazy bastards.
“Ah, don’t get me wrong. Did you say This is not praying to God to receive power. Since it is magic that imitates a god and makes you stronger, it is like magic.”
“… Is that what you mean?”
“It’s not pagan devil worship magic.”
“Hey you fucking bastard!! Then why did you bring up the paganism!! You just did it because you wanted to show off what you know!!”
“Ji, calm down! Mr Nord! Calm down!”
I was so mad that I forgot about mana exhaustion and got up and ran amok.
This sick bastard is in and out of people’s hearts. You’re not some fucking beauty anymore, and your heart almost stopped because of that bastard. Piss off
“Tsk tsk. In any case, it is truly disrespectful.”
“What the fuck. What are you doing?”
“Don’t do that. Primitive people who tried to imitate the gods.”
Paragon clicked his tongue in disapproval.
“Most of the ignorant primitives wanted to have the power of the creatures they worshiped. Among the spells created with that purpose, I wonder if this spell was accidentally born to worship the real god Uranus, the sky god.”
“Cheer, isn’t Odin the heavenly god?”
“This is Uranus.”
“Five…”
“Lord Uranus.”
“Hey…”
I shut up and watched the argument of the people of another world–even though one side was generally on the offensive. Because this kind of fight is a matter of belief that it’s good to get a bad name for meddling.
In a different world where many gods exist, the gods gave the impression of being dictatorial but unbelievable kings or politicians.
In short, it is Putin of another world and Fantastic Mao Zedong.
On the same line, the quarrel between the Dwarf and the priest of the god of abundance can be seen as something like Mao Zedong VS Putin.
