86 – Disaster (14)

“The Prophet?”

Stella said the name again in amazement.

“If you are a prophet, you foresee the end of the world and control the darkness behind the scenes so that it does not happen! Is that a prophet really?!”

“Are you famous…?”

“So! While I’m reading this, I’m trying to find out who he is…”

“What do you read…?”

“Oh.”

Stella beat herself on the head with a spear a few times, earning her own punishment for the bullsh*t.

Wiz, who had grown accustomed to such eccentricities and not once or twice, continued his thoughts using the sound of his head hitting the spear pole as background music.

“First of all… The cathedral… Looks like it’s going to leave us alone… For a while…”

If you try, you’ll end up treating it as a rebellion of those with less mature minds.

Are you serious about not facing this runaway?

Or are you convinced that we have no choice but to return in the end?

Even though he rose from an orphan to the position of a candidate for a hero, he is not treated equally.

When the thought reached this point, Stella frowned in displeasure.

“And… This Prophet… Something… Suspicious…”

“Why?”

“You openly… Instigate trouble… Annoying…”

Even though he won a position as a candidate for the hero, Wiz had no motivation.

It’s annoying to move your body, fighting is just exhausting, and there’s nothing so sad about getting hurt. When I was young and now, being sick is just disgusting.

“You still know our situation?”

“Maybe someone from inside the church… Suspicious…”

It was a rejection reaction that started out of annoyance, but the words unexpectedly hit the core.

Suspicious.

Even if Stella knew about it, there was no reason to trust the unfamiliar human being called the Prophet.

It was also distasteful that he knew his circumstances, and it was even more distasteful that he seemed to be plotting something that would benefit him.

“Again… I don’t know… This… The Prophet? He said he was famous… So he might be impersonating that name… To take advantage of us…”

“That’s right.”

Stella nodded her head.

“I am a learner and playwright, not a spectator in life! I mustn’t be taken advantage of by someone’s words!”

Wiz leaned her head on Stella’s shoulder, laughing her cheekily.

“Yes… That’s right…”

And when she was a crybaby,

She recalled what Stella had said about her obsessive concern for others’ gazes.

‘Let’s not be used as spectators to make someone’s life more colorful, let’s become actors and lead the life.’

Stella wants to live such a life, and she leads Wiz’s hand.

That’s why, Wiz was not a passive person to the extent that she followed the letters of others whose reliability was remarkably low.

Also, if it’s a demon that outwardly speaks human language and follows human morality, it should have considerable intelligence.

You must have an excellent understanding of human society. Compared to other demons, it has an overwhelming advantage.

I go back and fight for no reason, but what if he takes his position as a candidate for the hero hostage and threatens to kill countless humans?

Even if you win, you will have to make a big sacrifice.

No answer.

It is best not to encounter such a problem in the first place.

“Just… Today… Let’s do photosynthesis in the flower garden…”

“I think that’s good too.”

In the same way that I tore up the letter from the cathedral, I tore up the faded letter too.

She tore up the various tasks given to her.

She forgot those troublesome things as she stared at her fragmented letters.

Let’s live leisurely today without anyone’s interference.

She put on her hood, determined to live up to that credo.

**

My creed in life.

Let’s live like human beings.

For this she has spent her whole life.

I know very well that communication is essential to living as a human being.

Because humans are social animals.

I know very well that I can live only when I exchange my thoughts with people and at the same time exchange my mind, be comforted, and be understood.

However, I am puzzled as to whether a high degree of brain function must be required for that contact.

I have a good voice, but can’t I be satisfied with just shouting out loud?

“That’s not going to work…”

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People sometimes keep it simple. Uh? You should also know how to act primitively. Is it necessary to ask for a complicated procedure in this way?

Damn it, give me your phone.

While swearing at me that didn’t even work, I pushed my cane hard enough to pierce my temple.

‘Lillia, lilia, lilia, lilia please respond!!!’

Like a suitor who wants an answer of love, he asks for Lilia’s reply, but nothing comes back. Of course. It wouldn’t have even been received in the first place.

“Whoa…”

She sighed and set her staff down. My breath and cane become equally gloomy and separated from my body, so it can be seen that my body and cane are like one body.

But the magic still doesn’t work, so what’s going on?

At that time, I felt something wet around my eyes. It came down to the corner of my mouth and licked it lightly. It tasted like iron, and it was blood. Rather than piercing his temple, he must have really pierced it.

“Oops, damn it.”

I was irritated as I swallowed the blood. Perhaps the majority of my blood composition is red blood cells, not red blood cells.

– Smart.

Just as I was pressing my temples again and squeezing the irritation out of my body, I heard a knock.

“Yes, come in.”

Sitting in someone else’s house and giving permission for the intrusion, I felt like I was really in the illusion of being the owner.

Is this also a sense of ownership? I do not know.

As expected, the one who opened the door and came in was Monia, the true owner of this house.

“Something’s still not going well… Huh? Eva P, P!”

“Oh yes. It’s me.”

Those who have blood are calm, while those who see it are making a fuss.

As expected, empathy is important.

You can sympathize with the pain of others with just a drop of blood, so it can be seen as a great humanity.

I wonder if this is the true master’s dignity? Beyond a simple one-sided assertion of ownership, an attitude of sympathizing with others in the house and caring for them as if they were their own. Well, it’s beautiful I need to see it.

Monia quickly took out her handkerchief and pressed it to my temple. My blood was stained on that pure white surface.

“Did you press it hard enough to bleed because it couldn’t be chlorinated? If chlorinated were power, then all magical geniuses in the world would be muscle masses? Don’t do anything weird.”

“That’s right. I was a bit foolish. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“It wasn’t just a little bit, it was a lot of foolishness. And it’s not the problem that I caused you to worry… Ehh.”

Monia spat out her ballmen as she gently wiped my temples.

“Take care of yourself. It’s not that I’m worried about you, it’s that you’re hurt.”

Her touch was strangely spicy, so I averted my eyes from the bitter feeling.

“You said you were a seed with your own mouth? Then your body is not yours, but my daughter’s. Please cherish it a little more.”

Even though the wound had already healed, she painstakingly wiped my blood away.

I didn’t think it was an exaggerated reaction.

Even though a person’s actions may look small, they contain many things, so you must have guessed my whole self with just a few drops of blood.

It’s like a kind of metonymy.

I’ve already seen myself covered in blood, and I’ve seen that I stabbed my temple with a cane because today’s work didn’t work out. I must have guessed roughly from my usual behavior.

“I know you’re frustrated because things aren’t going well right now. But you shouldn’t take out your anger like that. If you become a habit, you’ll get in trouble later?”

“This is not a venting of anger…”

“No?”

“No… It just happened while I was thinking about something else.”

“Then it’s more serious. You harm yourself without thinking.”

“Is that how it works?”

I had nothing to say.

The clumsy excuses were rather blocked.

Does it look like that through the eyes of others? I don’t know because I’m not someone else.

From her point of view, my anger must have looked like self-harm.

I felt uncomfortable because I felt like I was gradually being judged by others not as half a nerd but as a nerd with high purity.

Is there anyone who suits my madness?

But what can I do? If others see it that way, it means that I am not without fault.

It’s just a matter of humbly accepting an objective point of view and making amends in the future.

“Whoa… What’s going wrong? I can use chlorine too, so I’ll help you.”

“Oh that’s…”

“Quickly, or annoyed and pressed down on the temples again? Originally, children learn from adults. Now, use a cane.”

Monia forced magic on me with a coercive attitude. In front of the true owner of the house, I couldn’t resist and just bowed my head in shame.

I know very well where Lillia’s sometimes stubborn attitude comes from.

I swung my cane without complaining. Strange bloody lines floated in the air.

I heard that most people who use chlorine can send their thoughts away just by touching it to their temples.

Unfortunately, I’m a beginner, so I can’t use magic unless I draw a line.

Shortening is an advanced course, and if you don’t build it up step by step from the basics, it will collapse soon.

I drew the magic formula in my memory and infused it with mana, materializing the line.

I gathered the lines that were connected like that into dots, and I lifted the staff with the dots and put it on my temple.

‘Lilia… Answer me!’

And I strongly conveyed my intentions.

But still no reply came. It probably wasn’t even received.

“Hmm, that’s strange…? The spell is correct. As expected from Lilia, it’s a mental problem.”

“No.”

“I don’t think so~ Aren’t there too many things to hide so you can’t convey your spirit?”

As far as mental problems are concerned, there’s nothing special about what I’m hiding.

Anyway, the fact that I came from another world, the fact that I am not only a devil, but also a candidate for the devil king, and dozens of other secrets. These are things that everyone hides.

There is no one without secrets in the world.

There are always secrets between parents and children.

“There’s definitely something wrong with the spell.”

“Hmm… I don’t have a problem with the real spell. It’s too accurate even though I only learned it for 3 days. Ah.”

As expected, there must have been something. As if Monia realized something in her, she shouted and she placed her hand on mine.

“? What are you doing?”

“It’s better to do it myself than to say it.”

So he naturally took the posture of attaching his body to my back, but he didn’t look ashamed at all. Is it because he is also a child with an outward appearance? I don’t think he really treats me like a man.

No, that’s not really the case either. I feel a little trembling in my hands. I don’t think I’ve gotten rid of all my rejection of men yet.

“There’s no particular problem. It’s more convenient to do it this way out of the previous spells.”

She drew her lines, infusing her own magic into her wand.

“Is there a part connecting the straight line and the curve in the middle? It will be easier if you just treat it as four straight lines. Try this from now on.”

“Yes… Thank you.”

He is trying to help me overcome rejection.

Is this motherly love sent from her daughter because she is her seed, or is it pity? Any other emotions?

Whatever it was, it was good for me.

Of course, goodwill is better than hate.

It’s much better than being rejected just because you’re a man, just because you’ve been with someone.

This favor is strangely not burdensome, I smiled as if I had become a real member of her family.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. This just makes the spell easier, it’s true that there was no problem with the spell you drew.”

Monia whispered softly in my ear. Her tone was sweet and warm, as if she were telling an old story to a child.

“Shooting your mind directly at an opponent is a fire. So the problem is probably one of these two.”

She couldn’t convey her feelings to the other person because she was not proud of herself.

Or maybe it’s that the mind hasn’t been refined enough to shoot at the opponent.

After Monia left two possibilities, she stroked my hair roughly.

**

Late night,

Stella got up leaving behind Wiz, whose body was covered in the scent of flowers and grass from rolling around in the flower field.

This was not an early wake-up as usual. It was not for routine, not for everyday life.

Stella was both amazed and grateful that Wiz was able to sleep again at night even after sleeping so much during the day.

At least I won’t catch you.

“Good night.”

At her head, a corolla made during the day was placed on her head, and she put on a hood of deterrence.

Her Letter to her.

The name of the Prophet was written and instructions were written to fight the devil.

It was just a nuisance to Wiz, but not to Stella.

When I read it, I had a hard time holding back my laughter at the strange anticipation and tickling feeling that rose up.

She thought we would never see each other again.

Because to him, she is someone he shouldn’t meet, and she also made a pact that she shouldn’t go looking for him.

But the Prophet himself gave instructions.

Fight.

Doesn’t the meaning of fighting mean to meet soon?

Wiz said he couldn’t be trusted, but Stella felt strangely confident in the letter.

The name of a prophet is never famous.

It is not a name that is effective enough for others to use.

On the contrary, it’s a perfect name to be discredited for its dubiousness.

What’s the point of impersonating a name like that? Of course, this letter is true.

Stella was certain of the Prophet’s letter based on the vague memories that came to her today.

The heart that wants to meet the truth.

These two things are combined, so what is the reason not to do it?

This is not about being taken advantage of.

I’d rather use it.

I just used the words of others as a justification.

That letter gave me reason to approach him to define what this whitish heart was.

As an actor and as a playwright.

I just moved forward by interpreting and misinterpreting the words of others as I wanted to, as my heart went.

“I’ll just meet you once.”

Yes, we just meet.

There is no particular impure heart.

Stella carried the cloth-wrapped holy spear on his shoulder for the last time and left the room quietly so as not to wake Wiz.

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