Hunter of the Perished World

The work of two archaeologists was a ritual so large that it blinded Elizabeth, the high shaman.

“One word was enough to start the seal... Ironic.”

Ramfil mutters nervously, and Jean says,

“The seal was meant to start that ritual in the first place. This time we combine the two separate zeros into one. Of course it's complicated. ”

Gene's words did not comfort Ramfil at all. What would happen if the two separated spirits merged? Frey, as the sealed immortal, has not forgotten his hatred for Humankind and has returned to the days of the White Witch.

Ramfil was imagining what would happen if something like that came up.

Gene reluctantly raises his hand over the finished Phantom Bane and attempts to kill Frey who has returned to the White Witch.

Then what choice will you make? Ramfil is still staring at Frey, and in the middle of his consciousness, he is also staring at Ramfil.

Cross your gaze.

Frey felt very calm, even though he should be the most anxious. Rather, he stares at Ramfil and stutters, small enough to stop recognizing him.

‘It's okay.'

“ ……. ”

He looked like he knew what he was worried about. That's why he smiles quietly and whispers to Ramfil from afar.

‘I'm fine. ’

Like you're asking me to trust you. Ramfil felt his heart sinking as if he had heard a magic spell, even with that mouth shape.

No doubt about it.

There's no need to be nervous.

The one who should be most anxious smiles like that and tries to reassure himself.

That's why I need you to trust me.

So, Ramfil did what he had to do.

I smiled at Frey. Frey smiles face to face as if that were enough.

“Ugh... Mister..."

“Why, did you get sick? ”

Leona grabs Gin's collar and takes her hand to her mouth.

“Squad inside... ”

Leona sees their gaze crossing and feels confident that nothing will happen. Of course, the appearance of Leona and Gin was nothing but a pinch in someone else's body.

After a few moments of turbulence, Asura mutters quietly.

“Soon we will begin the ritual. Everyone but Elizabeth, get out of here. The ritual will be finished by sunrise, and no one must enter here until then. ”

All but Elizabeth also included, of course, the first rate of incentives. He looked at Asura with a worried look.

“Your Grace, are you all right? ”

“I can still do better on this side, so don't worry. ”

I bit my lips slightly because of the feeling that the word 'yet’ by Asura, and slowly retreated from my seat. Ramfil looks at Frey one last time and then leaves the bunker.

Now only Frey, Elizabeth and Azura remain in the bunker.

“We will proceed with the ritual. Kneel down, close your eyes. ”

At that, Frey knelt on the ground and slowly closed his eyes. Even though the ritual was slow and Azura did nothing, a faint white light permeated from the haunting and shamanism.

Asura motionlessly gestures at Elizabeth, and Elizabeth slowly approaches Asura.

Elizabeth has yet to make her decision. I want to learn astronomy, but the story changes completely if I inherit the group.

That means you have to be a demon-hunter and use commandery. There was no convenient way to become an astronomer. Elizabeth followed Ramfil because the archangel was involved in their journey, and when they met him, they realized that their destiny was also tied to a great flow.

But I didn't realize that there was a future where I learned an unexpected commandment at the end of the thread.

What to do.

I couldn't answer, but I wanted to learn about astronomy, and it was myself who said it first. Are you going to be rude and say you're happy with your life like this? Will you endure Asura's wrath?

Asura already seems to be treating her as a conqueror.

Before the ceremony, Asura said without seeing Elizabeth.

“What's the first thing shamans learn? ”

“... it's magic. ”

“You're pretending to be stupid. I'd be happy to hear you say that, but be honest. What do those who learn ’right' spells learn first? ”

When it became clear that he had given Asura the opportunity to be a kind teacher, Elizabeth blushed.

Even when the eyes are dim, Azura is a scum. I nationalized a slater group called the group with my bare hands, retrieved a secret command book hidden by an early immortal hunter called Tai Tai, and recreated amulets that could have been created in the days of the devil in this age.

Even an astronomer is inherently different from an astronomer.

Whether it's good or bad.

Elizabeth bows her head and replies with a trembling voice.

“It's a commitment.”

“Correct.”

Asura sighs for a moment, glad that Elizabeth already knows the answer.

“Civilian shamans learn magic. However, those who learn to do spells correctly learn the mind first. It is not until we accept the life of being mocked as the intention of something sitting on top of our heads that we begin our life as shamans. ”

Something looks so easy, but it doesn't look like it's trying. Some spells are so easy to do that no sacrifice can be made.

The sky, which was once easily responded to, is not accepted even if the same ceremony is held in the same place.

Magic is like that.

“Some people in the fast lane call us wizards. ”

“Yes.”

Spells clearly have such properties. There are similarities between wizards, shamans, and offenders in doing things that transcend their comprehension.

“Do you know why we are called shamans? Do you know why we call ourselves shamans? ”

That's why shamans pray and practice their prayers.

Why magic, not magic?

“Because we're the ones who put me up. ”

“That's right. ”

Sacrifices and prayers are shamans, and the reason they are not wizards is simple.

Magic itself is a concept that exists, and the presence of the wizard testifies to the existence of magic. However, Wizards do not exist, but those who perform similar miracles are called shamans.

They pray.

Therefore, it is not the shaman himself who testifies to the shaman, but someone who responds to the shaman's prayer. Its existence is what makes a shaman, and it can never be denied.

Asura was delighted that she knew so much even though a seemingly random transferor had not already taught her.

The Sorceress said quietly.

“I denied what a shaman should learn first, and I denied the premise of making a shaman a shaman. ”

Sorceress lived to prove that such a thing did not exist in the world.

Sorceress has lived as a shaman, ignoring the basic conditions of shamans.

I denied it, the notion to learn first, and the heavenly body also denied it. Elizabeth didn't expect to hear that from the archangel, so she stared at Asura dazed.

Despite the blasphemy, Azura did not tolerate such formalities for Elizabeth.

“I'm not a great shaman. Most good shamans stray from everything they're after. ”

Asura adds.

“But I am an astrologer. ”

He may not be great, but he's an astrologer even if he's going blind. Regardless of nature, neither existence nor absence mattered.

She will live as a shaman, who denies the shaman's premise and uses magic.

“I'm not sure I can be a good teacher. It was hard to say that my teacher was a good teacher. But I don't know if I can keep up with that countermeasure. ”

The reason they sent priests was to stimulate their inferiority. However, the Sorceress wept when her teacher died, and chewed her heart halfway through a frenzy.

Asura rises slowly.

“I'm not sure, so I'll show you. Judge.”

“Ah…. ”

Asura walks into the magic camp, where the swarm of light grows stronger.

Originally, we should pray.

should be remembered.

You have to expect the spell to be done wherever you want it to be, and you have to want it to be.

But Asura did not. You stare at Frey with both hands, as if he were the master of consciousness.

In the ritual for Frey, ironically, we do not pray to anyone named Azura.

Just be confident.

“This is the counting of the sky. ”

Asura begins her celestial work, as if to judge.

Asura was interpreting celestial magic, not the way to understand the sky and pray in the sky, but to bend the sky at will. Elizabeth was clearly feeling it. Asura is not praying to anyone right now.

If so, the original should not react.

However, the origin of consciousness was shining before Elizabeth's eyes.

Elizabeth saw the inciting spell for the first time, even though she didn't pray to anyone.

What should we call it?

Azura has already given me the answer.

‘This... This isn't magic...? ’

It was already a miracle, worthy of being called magic.

When the sun rises, the ceremony will be over, and Azura's words have led the group to spend the night at the entrance to the bunker. It was midnight, but there were a lot of people rushing in and out of Castle.

There were a lot of soldiers and a lot of people working in the field, as well as in the barrels where weapons had to be relocated.

“It's been a while.”

The man in the impending black hoodie approaches, pretending to know him, and unlike the stiffness of the others, Gene nods.

“It's not a pleasant reunion either. ”

“Well, I guess. ”

It was Baggabond and Lancelot who were more commonly referred to here as Yacha. Leona felt that the voices of the peasants sounded like they were forcibly imitating the human vocal chords and making something similar with them.

Of course, that didn't make Leona afraid or wary. Hidden in a dark mist, Leona feels that Lancelot is looking at her, but reaches out her hand.

“This is the third time. It's Leona.”

“The third time... I see. Call me Lancelot. Leona.”

Once leaving the Korean Peninsula, once in the BH, and so far. Lancelot and Leona faced each other three times. Lancelot reaches out and grabs Leona's hand, which is hidden in the black mist. Looking at Leona holding her hand, Lancelot asks in a strange voice.

“It's been a long time since anyone held my hand like this, am I not afraid? ”

“Ah…. Getting too close to bad things. ”

Two demon-hunters and a witch. The fog in Lancelot shivers a little. Leona guessed that the meaning of it was unknown, but it was probably a smile.

“This is the first time. ”

“Ramfil.”

Rampill grabs Lancelot by the hand, and thinks Lancelot is quite an interesting group. No matter how much they fought for the Alliance, Galahad and Lancelot were both reluctant. The majority of people who ran away on their feet, even staring down, as if they were facing a frightened monster.

But they were dealing with Lancelot indecisively, as if it had anything to do with it.

“Just because you look like a monster doesn't mean you're a monster. Just because you don't look like a monster doesn't mean you're not a monster." ”

Leona smiles, staring at Lancelot, to see if the idea had been conveyed.

“An interesting point of view. ”

Lancelot knew that only someone who had encountered a real monster could say such a thing. Jinn knew that she was a witch, but it was also true that Leona lived a particularly rough life among the witches who lived in the world.

They would fight together. Lancelot recalls Leona, but the overwhelming giant she was with.

“Is that what you're here for? ”

“I'm on my way, but I don't think I'll be there in four days. ”

Flying in should be quick, but you can't fight when you need to. That's why Leona instructed the Black Dragon to come here preserving his strength. There was a time delay until the real battle anyway.

Naturally, Leona had no choice but to think of Galahad when she saw Lancelot. It was because I thought Lancelot might mourn the death of Galahad, who was from the same BH and a Vagabond.

“You okay?"

Lancelot's black mist blossoms as if his mind had been conveyed.

“Well, friendship was a short time for him and me. ”

Not as much as Galahad, but Lancelot has lived a long time, too. Lancelot did not stay in BH very long, and therefore did not miss Ashfile as much as Galahad. And I didn't share a lot of feelings with Galahad.

“But you're really alone now. ”

That doesn't mean Lancelot doesn't feel sad right now.