Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

According to Raymay's story... Genlai or the gendarmerie to which Genlai's masters belong, should it be? This school has long allowed its inner disciples to master ancient scripts.

An inner disciple, in short, is a high brother.

Going will mean getting a firm inheritance of the genre moves. For this reason, we can finally become an inner disciple by firmly identifying the character of the disciple, the way he thinks about inheriting the genre, etc., and confirming the will of the person in question...

From disciple to inner disciple, the content of the training also becomes more advanced. They also include the mastery of ancient scripts.

They use it to create spells, encrypt research results, etc. This will also increase the effectiveness of the curse itself, and they won't be able to abuse the results of their research even if they are seen by the general public.

"Ma, that's what's happening in front of the building, but maybe... it was for this time. I can't read a lot of letters, but it looks like Genlai can read all of them."

That's how Raymay says.

Raymay thought he borrowed from Genlai and the others because his quest for art was a personal reason to defeat the mountain demons. So he didn't treat me like an inside disciple, and he was pretty casual about accompanying Genlai on his training journey. However, with drilling on its training journey and long-lived self-study, I am sure that my current strength as a Taoist is considerable.

"I have that, maybe. So succession from generation to generation is entrusted with the management of the cemetery... I was wondering if he was likely involved in the establishment of the cemetery itself."

"Sure..."

Talking like that with Raymay and Prince Kai, Genlai seems to have finished reading to the end and will come back to us.

"I made you wait. Now that we know everything, shall we talk about them?"

"So... what are you talking about, and do you want to calm down a little around there and talk about it? I don't know if tea at the cemetery..."

"Hmm...... It could be something B again."

And Genlai laughs bitterly.

That's how I got out to the aisle outside the circular square and decided to talk there. Rosemary prepared a cloth or tea set from a magic bag, and Ashley prepared hot water. Brew the tea and settle your hips on the cloth.

"So do we follow the order from the beginning? - I do not know if he who sees this word is a legitimate administrator or an uninvited guest, but this place is the sleeping tomb of my friend. I hereby inscribe the living testimony of my friend and convey to future generations the objects of the shapes entrusted to him as one means of countering the unknown menace that is yet to be seen, as his desire may be. If you wish, I want you to touch our thoughts and hear what you want right.... that's what they carved out."

Leave it for future generations. So I want you to use it correctly...... Genlai speaks quietly in doing so.

That's the story of two boys. I'm talking about the graveyard lord.

He said there were numerous fierce demons bouncing at the time.

In that, one boy was attacked by demons where he went to business with his father, and he was helped by the people of the meadows where he was running away from his father.

The people of the meadows...... Maybe it means nomads in the north? And their tribe, because their hands are burned by the devil. She was fed a warm meal and welcomed like a companion.

But I'll be home soon, that's not how it happened. Because he was in the midst of a battle with the devil, it was a difficult situation to get manpower to send him. That is how the boy will act with the people of the meadows for a while.

That's where I met the "other boy" who appears in the story.

Another boy... You think he was very personal with the boy because he is bereaved of his family by demons?

He's only a little older, and while the boy lives at the people of the meadow... he taught me a lot about how to use bows on horses, how to read about livestock and weather, and how to easily build a protective weapon with what's around him...

"It is said instead that the boy taught his people the art of being their own letters or simple exorcisms and exorcisms. A famous magician was hiding near the settlement where the boy lived. The boy's father interacted with the magician and learned how to do it on the edge."

He was very impressed by the exorcism. Because it will help you defeat the demon.

That's how he snuck up on the grownups who went on a demonic crusade that was out in the neighborhood. It is my father's vengeance, and to reward him with an arrow. The boy also follows after realizing that he is no longer out and comes to think of what he is trying to do.

In the eyes of the demons who were fighting the grown-ups - he knocked his retreat magic in unintentionally. It was the stone thrower the boy had him build that held back the demon that came under heavy attack. The boy liked the stone thrower he had made and practiced more than the bow.

That's why I was able to strike a magical blow directly on my forehead. Says it was powerful enough to smother the demon.

It was not the adults who stabbed the demon with a stop, but the magician who came looking for the boy. The boy's father asked me to search for him.

The demon was exorcised by a flash of light to the source of a blow. Literally, in the sight of a different digit exorcism, he volunteered to be an apprentice to the sorcerer on the spot.

"The two boys seemed... highly talented. The magician said he lost enthusiasm and took the boy of the people of the meadows as his disciple. The merchant's son also gets permission from his father when he returns home again, and is officially apprenticed a little late to the magician. You were worried about the boy in the meadow."

Apparently the prairie boy had a very clever and creative personality.

I don't have to graduate in martial arts, and I quickly grasp the guidelines and handle the various weapons well. On the contrary, it means that they even go to modifications to make it easier to use the weapon, and the magician who saw it - he taught them how to blacksmith and how to make magic props.

The merchant child, on the other hand, had a fairly high but somewhat clumsy potential magic. That's why the master said he was reputed to be a master late in the day. That's why he said his training years were stretched.

Still, I spared no effort and steadily built on my strength. Unlike a prairie boy, he seemed interested in things like healing people's wounds. There were differences in trends in talent and preferences, but the two were very close in their training years.

"It is difficult to develop disciples. Raw stones full of talent are given to me as a teacher and I want to polish them... but I have to teach you many other things in order to go the right way. I can't tell you anything about the others. Does history repeat itself?"

Genlai said so and closed his eyes. Right...... Because it is not possible to get into the inside of a disciple. The same goes for Jin Oo, and this story about this cemetery... I guess that's what it's about to get there.

Eventually, the meadow boy finishes his training. I left under my master to put that power to the service of my fellow tribes. The Master's school was the source of Taoism, Immortality... because it wasn't about training to aspire to Immortality.

There are still many demons, and the power you acquire must help. The merchant child also said that - well after that, he had finally completed his training and was to return to people to help him with his powers.

More than that... the story goes back a while. A new king reigned. That's the beginning of all the mistakes.

The king is a tyrant... like fattening his private lust and forcing those who disobey him to obey with violence. He was such a king.

For such a person, how will the people of the meadows, who have a custom different from their own, reflect? Naturally, those who should be made to obey the king's glory - or were they the object to be eliminated?

That's how the attack took place.

And the blood of the people of the meadows flowed, and they fled far away, too. But they were divided into several tribes, where they united in one.

In it, I'm pretty sure that meadow boy showed his head.

A bow with a longer range than the king's soldiers. A sword that often breaks armor. Spears to drag down enemies on horses. With such unprecedented skilled weapons, they withdrew the king's soldiers.

We attack with the momentum of the bamboo, but there was something to hold it back. The people of the meadows are greatly damaged by the demons that suddenly appear. The hunted king relied on the devil.

And to fight that demon, the prairie boy will produce an even more powerful weapon.

Around that time. It was the son of a merchant who witnessed the war that realized that his best friend was not the king who led the people of the meadows. Right away, I'm on my way to see you.

We could make each other's faces by giving them names. But...... my best friend, who I met for a while apart, had become different from the personality that the merchant child knew, apparently. I also thought that the reason I threw myself into the fight was because it was a peer revenge, or because I was in a bad position, but that wasn't all.

By then... a treasure of the original origin had been made.

"The sphere is a substitute for the gossip furnace. It uses immense magic to create gems that are the core of powerful treasures. Later made treasures are - imitations by the hand of the king of some meadow. It takes a long, distracting time to create a new core of treasure… with that furnace, you can make it in no time"

"A treasure that produces treasure…"

gossip furnace. A treasure of the origin in the literal sense? The ultimate form sought by the King, who created various weapons. Had I crossed over to Showen... it would have been a big deal.

"But we don't know the dangers of new forms of weaponry in the person we created. Um... the armor for the king was awkward."

Genlai says so, meditating and shaking.

"A treasure with flaws that made it the supreme masterpiece of the King of the Meadows. That one that poured out the functionality you needed for roughly the battle - amplifying your powers and making you forget the pain. But there were side effects that slowly eroded the wearer's mind. Most of the time... it turns out later."

What did the merchant's son want to do when he went to meet the king of the meadows? I don't even know myself.

I don't mind helping you fight demons. But people don't sneak at each other's swords, and they hesitate to wield power in war.

He, who despises himself as cowardly, says that the king of the meadows laughed to see what was preferable.

You call us your own kind. We and your people must be friends and family to you. So if you can help us, you don't have to point a weapon at your people. The truth is... the king deserves a guy like you.

That's how the King of the Meadows cut out what was different from what he used to be, whether there was any part of him that was aware of it.

- I have to fight for that foolish king for my people. You must kill the demon. But I've been thinking about it lately. To fight them...... you have to understand what they think. I wonder if I'm just becoming a beast again.

So... please. After I defeated them... if I had become a foolish king who would suffer people the same way...

"Will you stop me? On my own, I want you to create a peaceful country instead of me. That's what he said. He gave me a piece of treasure."

It also shoots through the armor of the king of the meadows, the treasure of the bullet of light. It can only be used once, but therefore has an absolute attack power. It was such a substitute.

It's only a precept for me not to be. So take it. I don't mind if you use it as a protection.

To the king of the meadow, who jokes so much, he received it as a gift from a friend, hoping that he would not come to use it.

Thus the king of the meadow defeats the evil king and the devil... Fear became a reality. The king of the meadow also became a brutal king who preferred blood because of the influence from the treasure. reign as a manifestation of more atrocities than demons.

So. The two promises were kept. I had to choose to shoot out my friends without strength while I finished my technique to heal people. How is his heart all the time?

"And his will defeat the king of the meadows, and be called the Holy King. I guess these stories had to sink the truth into the shadow of history for the righteousness of the Holy King. He also wrote about regrets and redemption."

"Perhaps... the only way to end the war without retaliating against the people of the meadows was in a situation where they themselves had to become kings..."

He was the only one who could stop the king of the meadows and help the people of the meadows... and he was probably the only one who could keep a treasure that could take his own life as the king of the meadows.

"Yeah, I guess so. That everyone is laughing. That's what my friend really wanted, so I knew it. I spent my whole life trying to be the right king because I had sacrificed my friends"

Oh. Right...... That's why he built this cemetery.

Even if it is a secret that cannot be revealed at the time, future generations can also restore the honor of the king of the meadows. The Holy King - maybe he believed that.

His wants. Friends want. It's about creating a peaceful country. So I left a treasure so that I could help against threats beyond the power of people. And above all, hope we don't make the same mistakes as ourselves. I left my thoughts behind.

"I know that the gossip furnace is a dangerous substitute, so I don't mind dismantling the furnace if a peaceful world is formed and left over. That must be what we want again... I finished the sentence with that method."

Shut your mouth so that Genlai has told you what you need to talk about. I guess we all have something to think about right now. For a while there was silence, like a silent prayer for the two kings of the past.