Chapter 365 – Blue Blood (6)
I devoured the ciphertext as if I had put my face into a book.
My translation cheat double-reads the bland stylistic content. The structure of the text itself had nothing to do with the meaning.
To put it roughly, ‘I don’t like it. The text ‘I don’t want to work’ is ‘I don’t want to work. I want to go home.”
[When we persuaded Arma with her mouth together, she reluctantly accepted our proposal.]
[Leaping through time, inheriting her mana to her descendants. Arma also deeply understood and sympathized with the merits of that job.]
[If you see the tyranny of the current emperor, anyone will. From our point of view, Romania is already doomed. In a world where the gods have left, I even had a hunch that the first human nation to perish would be my homeland.]
‘… Sifal, what are you talking about?’
Maybe the more I read, the more my expression got worse. Dana and Veronica, who were at a loss as to what to do and were curious about the contents, were unable to ask me anything and were confused.
I flipped through the pages frantically.
[Let’s call this ceremony the Descensus.]
[If the ritual succeeds, her descendants will be able to get mana comparable to Arma dozens of times. The amount of mana will vary depending on the quality of the person receiving
[May the wise descendants inherit the power of Arma.]
That was the intro. The rest is how to activate consciousness.
First of all, four descendants of different family blood are gathered.
Gathering 4 people from the Armials family alone and starting the ceremony is not the same thing. One person from each of the families of the four first Senators who cooperated in designing this magic must be gathered. This is more democratic than you think, yes.
Then, at the place where the four people gathered, the
With that, it seems that the mana left before the death of the ancient great mage ‘Arma Shunas’ descends from the underworld to the body of the subject.
The detailed structure of consciousness was beyond my knowledge.
Odin’s Eyes did not help interpret the written magic. This bastard was only effective with the magic he saw himself.
I lifted my head from the book and gave an explanation.
“… The content of the book is the ritual performed by Diavolo. They say
“If that’s true, it will help with the aftereffects… Why do you look so bad?”
I couldn’t answer and bit my mouth.
How can I explain this? At least, can we say that the creator of this ritual magic in the past did not ignore the human rights of his descendants and dreamed of making magic into a weapon of war?
Or should I say that the emperor at the time was so damn crazy that he conceived the magic? If this story goes wrong, it seems like blasphemy, right?
There was so much to think about, so I just sighed.
“Not a big deal. However, if we lose this book, our lives will be a bit turbulent. Everyone keep it a secret. Tyrsi too.”
The party nodded his head. Everyone seemed to guess the seriousness of the problem. Especially our wives.
A ritual that turns a human into a god?
I clicked my tongue as I turned the pages of the book.
‘Perhaps… This ritual magic may have flowed and flowed and become the magic used by
If so, I can imagine what happened to the owner of this diary.
Once upon a time, I worried that if I perfected a great skill like dimension shifting, there would be bastards who would try to steal the achievement, even by killing me. That was why I was looking for an aristocratic patron.
Could it be that the person who wrote this diary met the end I was worried about?
A genius scientist being captured by villains and being beaten for developing an evil and inhumane weapon!
It was so obvious, and as obvious as it was, it was like shit and bittersweet.
I didn’t know how it fell into Diavolo’s hands, though.
─Patter.
That was when I thought so. A few drops of mucus were about to drip onto the book, so I propped it up with the palm of my hand.
I was thinking of keeping the book from getting dirty with my runny nose, but what landed on my palm was a bright red liquid. Lalilura was startled.
“Senior! I have a nosebleed!”
“Yes. Thank you for the live broadcast I’m a bit tired.”
Kang Buk-ho, who has a sexy brain, said it all because his head wouldn’t roll.
Dana put her heel on my nose and checked her heartbeat while frowning.
“Oh, really. I just roll this baby to heal. “
“Actually, just breathing next to Nunna gives my heart a rest.”
“I’ve done enough of today’s shit earlier, so let’s just say it?”
It’s the look in his eyes as if he’s seeing his son, who’s been in a fucking accident, come back with his knee cracked. No fuck, this woman is her husband’s bastard and her pride. Dana sighed as if she couldn’t live.
“… That’s too much mana. Lie down next to Nido Tyrsi and rest.”
“It doesn’t hurt that much, does it?”
“Fuck, then let’s see if the seal is that good. He accepted mana several times his own mana without any buffer. You must have fallen down again and the other kids and other kids.
“Yep. Sorry. Long live Dana, long live, long live.”
When Dana growled, I hurrahed three times and lay down on the bed.
Damn her husband’s authority is fucking naughty. This… Forage… ?
“The couple is close.”
Tirsi smiled bitterly as her co-wife watched the Norse family life, and my wives stayed close to me without going anywhere, immersed in my husband’s shameful play. It’s so embarrassing.
I couldn’t even make a sound and covered myself with the blanket.
“… I’ll close my eyes for a second Wake me up if anything happens.”
“Yeah, I will. Alright, Nord, go to sleep quickly.”
It’s pretty amazing that our franc could lie so confidently.
It was Fran who would never wake me up just by looking at her eyes and would make me sit at the bedside. I nodded and closed my eyes.
Of course, even with my eyes closed, the book left behind by the Diavolo kid made me have all sorts of positive and negative imaginations.
If Advent magic really is the origin of magic that creates 〈 human bodies 〉 like a fake Thor, would I be able to do something similar? No, in order for me to analyze this magic, do I have to actually practice it?
The magic on Tyrsi was canceled when the rift in the sky closed and Diavolo stretched out. It’s Evande that activates again.
And what happened to the fact that four people had to gather prior to
Tyrsi, lord of Lenapolis, who else was there besides Signatio? It wouldn’t be Primor… Fuck you, can you?
I hope it’s not fucking bad. If you don’t care, you might end up talking about Eun-hye and your sponsors, or you might become the enemy of Primor and the mortal world. Hell, I shouldn’t have gone through the guided interrogation.
Roughly such a chain of miscellaneous thoughts cluttered up my elite arsenal.
It was as if my head started to work because I was lying in bed and my body felt a bit more comfortable.
But isn’t the imagination usually held in bed degraded to sleeping pills?
I guess it was more that my body was tired than my head was complicated. I just closed my eyes for a moment, but I fell into a deep sleep in an instant.
***
Excluding the fantasy element, dreams seem to be the process of organizing memories in the brain.
So when you’re so tired, you fall asleep and don’t even dream. I don’t know if it’s real, but first of all, I didn’t have any dreams that night and only woke up at dawn.
Considering that the time I fell asleep was a little after lunch, I had slept for almost 18 hours.
I’ve never been so tired since my body exceeded a certain level, but it seems that I really did as Dana said.
“… What?”
Anyway, when I woke up, I found my wife sleeping around my bed and Tirshi’s empty bed.
Fortunately, this idiot girl wasn’t kidnapped again like Princess Peach from Super Mario.
A piece of paper was placed on Tirsi’s bed. It was about going out for a while and then coming back.
─Swipe.
I got out of the ward, being careful not to wake my wives.
Tirsi was outside alone in the morning dew, with a dazed expression on her face.
“Well, what are you going to do if the bad guy kidnaps you again?”
When I said that, Tirshi blinked as if he hadn’t noticed me coming out.
“Ah… Iknow, right. I was short-tempered.”
“I had no intention of saying anything else. If you are kidnapped again, Lady Hennessis will be more angry than me.”
“Whoops. You’ve done a bad thing to Maria too.”
Tirshi’s face, smiling while answering that question, looked blurry like an ice sculpture about to melt, so I asked a question without thinking.
“… Are you sorry?”
“Yeah?”
Tyrsi raises his eyes to the size of a fist as if he heard something absurd.
She was visibly sullen, like she was really hurt.
“Could Nord think that I’m sorry for not being Diavolo’s woman, or that she’s lost that extra mana? I’ve shown a lot of ugly things, but if Nord thinks of me that way, she’s a lot of shock.”
“Not that. Didn’t she come all the way to Romania because she had a chance to become a noble?”
Tirthy, who had been sullen, became blank this time.
“… Even when she asked me a question, she didn’t ask why she came to Romania. Did you know everything?”
“It was just a feeling. Otherwise, there is no reason to go this far alone.”
That too alone.
Tirshi hesitated, unable to answer my question, and spoke up.
“… Nord. Do you know what a liter class is?”
“I just found out about it a few days ago. It’s also in Diavolo’s name.”
Was it Ivan Ritter von Diavolo? I’ll probably forget this cub’s name after a week or so.
It is difficult for native Koreans to memorize the names of people from another world. How good are names like Bok-deok Kim, Pal-chun Kang, and Yup-cheol Do? If it’s like that, I’ll still remember it in 10 years.
Anyway, as I pretended to know, Tirshi skipped the explanation and spoke from the conclusion.
“I was thinking of participating in the selection of honorary nobles this year.”
