Chapter 192 – The Land Where Magic Was Born (4)
That was when I invoked the manly secret of holding back tears.
“Uh hmm. That, you It’s late at night.”
Veronica, who politely waited for our conversation to end like a lady-in-waiting, said. She sounded like a prelude to a guest saying that she would stop going back, but of course she didn’t mean it that way.
“Ah, yes.”
I remembered something I had put aside for something more important.
To be precise, I gave a brief explanation. Only that Veronica might be able to retrieve Odin’s memories in my dreams.
I suck my tears like a kaleidoscope Sharingan and steal my nose.
“Fran, Dana. I’m sorry as soon as I get back, but I think I’ll have to sleep alone tonight.”
“No shit, what are you talking about like we were so anxious to sleep with you?”
“Wasn’t it? Am I the only one who missed my wives’ arms?”
Dana pouted her lips, so she went around the table and hugged Nunna tightly. Dana pushes my hug away with both arms, perhaps ashamed.
“You speak well. So what is it? There must be a reason why you want to sleep alone.”
Changing the subject, Dana looked at Veronica. If her face hadn’t turned red, it would have made her heart ache at the thought that she was already in a state of boredom.
Veronica tried to answer nonchalantly again this time, but stopped like a robot with her joints broken. It seemed that he almost fired a reflexive respectful word about what that bastard’s successor was.
“I plan to investigate the deep memory of Nord-sama, no, Nord’s dreams. There is a possibility that the sky god’s arrangements remain in Nord’s mental world.”
“Huh. Arrangement left by God. Just listening to it is grandiose.”
Dana murmured, resting her chin on her chin. She learned healing magic and wore a nun-like combat uniform, like a lie, my faith in our eyes seemed to hit rock bottom.
“Perhaps Norr came into this world because Odin-nim used some hand?”
Fran was curious and asked such a question, but fortunately I knew the answer to that question.
“The alter ego of the party? They said he was not a nobleman.”
“Didn’t you ask why? I think I must have been curious about your personality.”
“This woman is already ripping off. Can you ask me what my sister did in my bed?”
“… Fuck. Isn’t it too much to threaten you for giving me a little scolding?”
Dana babbling. What did you really do? Did you secretly hit my daughter while sniffing me? It was a fantasy that made me want to stick my nose in my bed linen.
“I wanted to ask like a chimney, but I didn’t have time to ask. Besides, I didn’t feel like I knew a lot. It was like a golem of the soul that left only a message to leave for the heir and the intelligence to explain it.”
If I could use a 21st century expression, I felt like I could say it was an A.I with a soul. Fran twisted her head at the word her golem.
“I am also in favor of searching for Odin-nim’s memories. It’s difficult if you don’t even know what the meaning of the word “Successor” Is. But wouldn’t Norr become a god? Can I make a baby with Norr, who has become a god?”
“The stream of consciousness became very individual at the end, but the idea that the successor = God seems exaggerated.”
In mythology, Odin was a god with many fucking roles. Wouldn’t it be a great achievement for humans to properly inherit one of them?
To change jobs from Nord, the forager of the other world, to Nord, the forager of the storm, was not the only success. Fran asked the world seriously at my words.
“What about making babies? This is very important.”
“… Veronica?”
“… If you are an Asir, it is possible to raise offspring with humans.”
“Are you kidding me?”
It is a god-like expression. It’s a wording that seems to give birth to sons and daughters.
Well, maybe that’s because I’m not very fluent in Britannia. It is Veronica who gets caught up in the plans of a married man and a married woman out of nowhere. Let’s not expect foreign language expression skills.
“In fact, isn’t Grani the descendant of the child that Godmaim gave birth to by mixing her body with an ordinary horse? Even if you are a god, you won’t be able to create other races and descendants.”
“Since you say that, I suddenly become curious about your ecology. After all, Shinma’s parents, Loki, are a bit… Why, is it ‘that’?”
Sleipnir is said to be a horse born between the god Loki and the horse of a giant.
Hee-hing, puck-puck, vuluru purreung, mung-ae.
“It’s a solemn question from beginning to end.”
Veronica sighed as if she were afraid of punishment. Since in every myth, there are beasts and beasts, so she doesn’t think it’s something to be so frightened about.
More than anything, it’s a fact that Mr. Germania Noh, who has a similar last name to me, was a true malbag. A report on the ecological exchange between the Neguse family tree and the human body.
“… Dear Yu Hee-sin was specializing in transformation magic. It’s not unexpected, is it?”
“No, I know that too. So what I mean is, did you do it in horse form or in human form? This is a fucking academic discussion. There is no real religious color at all.”
“You won’t have to worry if you leave Niflheim. There will be no time to be bored even if you are punished.”
Little by little, it was Veronica who was starting to wonder if this crazy bastard was truly a descendant of the Heavenly God. He doesn’t know what Hell is also a place where people live, but who knows if it’s possible to survive unexpectedly?
“Such a generation of gods in the beginning was not handed down. It’s just that when Goddess bestowed grace on the ancestors of bicorns and unicorns, they said that they were in human form. That’s probably why our original appearance resembles humans.”
“Are you saying that unicorns and bicorns were a species far from horses before they were cursed?”
When Dana showed her curiosity, Veronica nodded her head and continued.
“The ecology of our species is nothing special. In a holy place where uninvited guests do not come, she conceives in her original form and gives birth to a child. A young bicorn grows up as a god, and when he reaches adulthood at the age of 300, he is not qualified to enter the Holy Land.”
In other words, Veronica is at least 100 years old and at most 300 years old.
Looking at the treatment of his fellow countrymen, he is by no means at the age of being sensitive. I guess you could say it’s around 200 years old. This is an effective use of the syllogism.
‘She’s not at the level of a fucking older woman, sir.’
I stuck my tongue out at the age unit that I couldn’t feel. Personally, I felt that counting age was meaningless, perhaps because I first thought that beings over 100 years old were of a different race.
When you’re 65 or 77 years old, you look like a grandma when you say this shit, but when you’re over 100 years old, you’re 300 or 3,000 years old. It was the difference between roughly a week old fish and canned food.
‘They appear to be in their teens or twenties.’
To be honest, Veronica looked younger than me. Wouldn’t it be cowardly for a guy who could single-handedly make a significant difference to the average age of Sargadis to act fresh as a charming 20-year-old?
It’s like a society with racial gaps like fuckin’ open arms. It is a moment of silence for the homo world peers who decide everything from quality to quantity of life with bloodline gacha.
“But then, isn’t it a big deal if you turn into a horse while pregnant?”
“I’ve never heard of it being a problem. That, more than that. Why are you interested in the bicorn ecology?”
“In the original world, it was my dream to become a doctor exclusively for animals. It’s just curiosity.”
It wasn’t wrong, so I decided to go back to the main topic. The cursed bicorn would not be able to deal with anything other than gintobaegi horsebread. I’ll cut my sane figure just by thinking about it.
Mr. Noh, the god of YOLO. I’m really glad I’m not your successor.
“… Is that so?”
Veronica sulked and stroked her pony horn. Was there something that would make you feel weak from what you just said? As I was thinking that, Veronica said.
“By the way… In order to interfere with the depth world in your dream, there is a procedure you must go through.”
“Step?”
“Uh, um. It’s a mythological age ritual called Seiðr…”
“——Shade?! Nor and you?!”
What surprised me was Fran. I was surprised by that fact. Fran, who lacks magical knowledge more than me and Dana, knows about the rituals of the Mythic Age?
Shade. It’s magic I don’t know. Do you know Fran because he was born in Nidavellir, close to Germania? Veronica was horrified that Fran understood her words.
“Mi, I’m sorry!! I didn’t mean to either!!”
─Fluff! Veronica fell to her knees and hit her head like a maid who poured water on a king. It is a big verse like flowing water. In the words of the Joseon Dynasty, it was also called Godubae (叩頭拜).
I don’t know what it is, but please kill me mode. Because of the curse, the blue complexion turned white. Dana asked a question, unable to hide her surprise.
“What, what? What is a shade? What is he doing that for?”
That’s what I wanted to ask too. What kind of consciousness was it?
Like human sacrifice, cutting open my chest and taking out my heart? What if you come with an ax like a firefighter and say that this was medicine from old times. If I became a living mummy, even Amman Jujidra would not be able to get an erection.
“That that… If what I know is correct…”
But Fran opened her mouth and answered awkwardly.
“Sex… Something similar.”
“… … Det?”
Tweet (sex)?
“Everything is different! It is different from sexual intercourse, not from sexual intercourse!”
Veronica jumped to her knees and shook her head. It was also an instant that her long hair became scattered at her excessive reaction.
What the fuck who is right Receiving our gaze, Veronica hurriedly picked it up and served it.
“Sha, Shade is a type of ritual performed by the Sky God or the Foresight. It is to exchange mana through physical contact, and through this, it is possible for casters to enter the deep world of the soul!”
“… Are you going to do that with Nor?”
Dana asked. It wasn’t that she was angry, but Veronica didn’t seem to be indifferent enough to feel relieved. As if she was trying to explain even a second faster, her words poured out like rapid fire.
“It is a ritual with many uses, ranging from wisdom to treatment, but I know it has disappeared because it was taboo in human society. Darling, think about it Wasn’t it the day you made love with your wives when I was caught up in your dream?”
“What?”
When passing through.
In other words, when you have sex. My neurons flickered through the sex recordings in my brain.Avi.
‘… Right?’
So, my brain-bear player answered.
Everything Veronica said is true.
The only night I fell asleep after knocking out Fran, I had a lucid dream with this guy. So, at the first meeting, I shook a juji with semen on Veronica.
We met twice more after that, but each time we had rough sex with Fran the day before.
‘The only exception was when I requested an upgrade this time.’
As I thought so, the memories of the neurons gathered one by one and merged.
Was it when we had sex to help Fran’s mana awakening? I had said The most primitive magic in this world is none other than sex.
Wasn’t it the effect of mana that made my balls spurt out the amount of semen that ate common sense!
If overlapping bodies is a ritual called shade, then I became a master of that ritual before I knew it! Oh my gosh! We just had sex with each other, but it turns out like this!
Veronica said hesitantly to me, who lost her words after realizing the f***ing truth.
“Every time I met you in my dreams, your number of experiences would increase unreasonably. There must have been a time when that was established as a shade. Because I left the connection between you and Rune, I was swept away by the result.”
“… I did.”
I got it now Having never had a lucid dream, I wondered why I had such a strange dream.
‘Look at the damn non-virgin radar accuracy than that. They even count how many times they have had sex.’
Oh, it’s so scary. Veronica said that by the time she got back with me, she already knew that I had sex with me too? Fuck I’m suddenly ashamed
I said, stopping my neurons from remembering the dark history.
“Hey, wait for a while. If that’s the case, you don’t have to be the opponent. You can do it with Fran or Dana.”
Even if I flirt with my wives, if Shade’s consciousness is established, Veronica has no reason to deal with me! It was a fucking obvious conclusion, I think, so Veronica replied in a crawling voice as if she had thought it all out already.
“Otherwise, I will not share the authority to direct your dreams…”
“… Ah.”
Is it. It seems that something similar happened in the past.
It was the second time I entered the deep world. Veronica did not want to be like the last time, but I came to take measures against her, but she had become naked as I thought. Because the initiative of the dream was all in me.
In order to manipulate dreams and retrieve Odin’s memories, Veronica had to lead my dreams.
