Ice Sword Mage Unites the World - The Boy, the world's most powerful magician, enrolls in the School of Magic

"─ Hebing Sealed Pandora"

What manifests itself is a red-dyed ice sword.

When they are generated from the ground, try to gather them together against each other, approaching from all angles of three hundred and sixty degrees.

The quantity is never high. At best, about twenty bottles. Ice swords from earlier would be lightly embellished.

But...

"Gu... ho...!

Blood.

Vibrant blood, dancing in the universe.

Looks like he's managed to defend himself, but that no longer equals none. Because in front of this sorcery, everything becomes meaningless.

In the course of the process, add compression "Compression" and compress magic.

This time compressed is an enormous amount of code that is inherently comparable to the large-scale chain smelting Extensive Chain.

I compressed it and it was manifested by a new kind of sorcery called the sorcery compression "Picnogram," this herring seal "Pandora".

An absolutely inevitable ice sword that even penetrates the material area Materia Field.

Then, it gradually envelops the body of the bulimic Paratrogo with the ice produced by the herring seal Pandora.

Close in.

On your right, a single red-dyed ice sword.

It is crimson stained. I was born with my blood as a mediator. That doesn't work with any defenses.

I guess I can use this power in the final battle of the Far East Battle in this way... because there is something about Senior Rebecca.

"... over." Paratrogo "

Blood dripping from each other's bodies.

I stick a crimson ice sword at my opponent without wiping it off.

"Hahahahahaha!! Were you!! Oh... ok... I wonder what you are...!! Ahahahahahahahahaha!"

I've already settled.

In a few minutes' time, the bulimic Paratrogo will be swallowed up by this herring seal Pandora.

I'm not going to kill you. This guy deserves the punishment he deserves.

"Ice Sword, you are the best!!! Hahahahahahahaha!! This is for sure, there is no way that the previous generation of ice swords could be enemies!!! Hahahahahahahaha!!"

……

Stare.

Do you know this guy?

No... he apparently knew.

"I don't know what path you're going to take..."

……

"─ Looking forward to it?

The giant was swallowed up by crimson ice.

Still frozen, the bulimic Paratrogo was completely frozen.

Done. Done... but stare at your own hands. Let go of the crimson ice sword and see how you are now.

"... well. Is that what happened?"

Look up.

Just as the clouds flow, a full moon appears in the sky.

The moonlight illuminates this roof.

Like before, I never let go of consciousness.

Thoughts are clear everywhere. The magic realm is normal. I could contain it as usual.

I thought. Since coming to this college, strangely enough, the magic realm rumble Overheat has healed fast. It's not strange to fight Gray teaching, to fight Grimreaper the Reaper, to fight Paratrogo the bulimic, and, normally, to have Overheated the Magic Realm runoff worse.

But I'm getting better the other way around.

Unlimited, we are approaching the state of the final battle of that Far East battle.

Definitely a pleasure. It's great to be fully healed.

But a concern goes too far. What path will I take when I become who I was then?

I think about that...

"Ray......"

"Mr. Ray......"

I stood still in the corner, heading to Senior Rebecca and Maria. Apparently, Senior Rebecca regained consciousness.

Now I'm gonna put my head on Maria's lap and she's gonna stare at me.

"Mr. Ray......"

"Yes."

"Again... you were the [Ice Sword Mage]..."

"Yes, I've been hiding it and I'm sorry"

On his knees, he peeks into the senior's face.

It hasn't been that long since Chronoslock was fixed in the body for a fixed amount of time.

Seniors have a weak voice and keep talking.

"I'm so bloody bloody bloody... I'm trying too hard..."

"Because the hemostasis is over. It just looks flashy."

"Are you okay...?

"Yes, there's no problem"

Then the senior reaches out to my head... and gently strokes me.

"Thanks, it would have been much harder before...... for me......"

"I don't..."

"Thanks Maria too. Thank you both so much."

And we cried for the three of us on the spot.

I wept quietly.

But this is not a tear of sorrow anymore.

We have a certain future ahead of us, Tomorrow.

◇

"Ray. How are you?

"Master"

I was in the hospital just in case, reading in bed. Even when it comes to hospitalization, he's scheduled to be discharged tomorrow.

That's what I heard, but the cultural festival seemed to have ended safely this year with the late evening festival.

And there is no Mr. Kara today, a master who came alone.

The face was Rin as usual.

"I'm fine. I think I told you."

"I just wanted to see your face for once."

"... and then what happened?

I didn't kill the bulimic Paratrogo. He's alive, and he's captured.

But the real Mr. Bernstein...

"Evan-Bernstein, fiction killed"

"... is that right?"

"The cause of those two, I don't know the details. But he spoke pale."

"... Was this a good idea for this one"

"There's nothing we can do about all this"

"... right"

What was happening behind the kingdom.

That was all that was happening, with Evan-Bernstein and Liezelotte-Aeden at the centre.

The masters are fighting the assassins of Eugenics, the eugenic institution that Mr. Evan sent out while I was fighting, which also converges safely.

Everything was settled according to the scenario of [fictional sorcerer].

"Then I'll be excused for this. Sounds like the magic realm is going to be okay."

"Yes, Master, see you soon"

"Ah."

Waving gently, the master left.

At about the same time, the door of the hospital room is carefully knocked with the concon.

"Go ahead."

"Excuse me."

Same look I saw that night.

Long boots in black long coat. Plus, long, pure white hair. With that slightly overwhelmed, it came - [fictional magician], Lieselotte-Aeden.

He shoots straight through me with his bright red eyes.

And when she sits down in a chair on her side, she smiles at Nicole and the good looks of people.

"How are you feeling?

"... I was wondering if I could be discharged tomorrow"

"Right. That's good."

Temporary silence.

I tried to tear that silence apart and asked my master what he had just asked me.

"Mr. Bernstein..."

"I killed him."

"... Was it"

"Ah. He was, it was too late. The magic realm was eroded and cut. At the very least, it's" Tamamoto ". I finished it."

"... about this one. I understand it was your scenario. But was this a good idea?

"Oh. You know what?"

I was listening that night.

Evan-Bernstein and I were lovers.

That's why he asked me to leave it to him… that's what he said.

I'm sure that... by then, I would have been ready to kill you.

"Evan and I, we are. I was a lover. But I didn't know what love was. I wanted it, so I became a lover with him."

……

"But Evan died and I knew it. I knew I loved him."

"Really?"

"It's ironic. I can't believe I've been aware of this since I died. I really can't help it, I'm human."

Speaking with a beautiful face like that crop, she seemed lonely somewhere.

"But by the time Evan stuck with me by the time he was unusual, it was... his weakness that made him crazy"

"... because of his weakness, he asked for strength?

"That's right. But me and you are people on the side of what you have. I can imagine how that feels, but I'll never know."

……

Sure it is.

I can imagine that feeling.

But I can never fully understand the person's feelings.

"I am. I think."

Now with a gentle voice, she keeps talking.

"What?

"I thought it might be human arrogance to understand others... You can call it violence."

"... I think it makes sense"

"Others don't understand, so they get it. I've lived to this day and I thought so. Besides, this time, I figured it out. We can only imagine, after all"

……

Liezelotte-Aeden.

The fictional magician heard that there was no emotion whatsoever in the rumors and that he was a figure like a doll.

I do have that impression. Its exquisite face, pure white hair, bright red eyes. Besides, you can't help but think that's what you talk about lightly.

But to me... I also thought he was a human being, living with a grid.

"Ray-White. I know your troubles. But how will you proceed? [M] That's all I can decide for myself. Because in the end, people can only follow what they decide."

"Yes."

"Don't be like me. But that would be worrying. There are so many wonderful people around you. Senior Lydia is here."

"Right. As for that, I think it's a blessing."

I call you Senior Master. There was no mention of it. Because the masters seemed to have something to think about her.

And she stares at the book I have at hand.

"That. Were you reading it?

"Yes. I like the romance novel by this author."

Luna-Etel.

A famous novelist. Originally, Mr. Abby taught me that the characters' emotions were carefully portrayed and he's one of my favorite writers.

I was rubbing through the world's biggest bestselling romance novel.

I'm glad to hear that.

"Glad...? What's that supposed to mean?

"I'm the author."

"... eh"

"Ha! You look like that, too!

Laugh softly.

Because it is. I can't believe the author is in front of me... I wouldn't even dream about it.

"People have people's faces. And my story depicts my imaginary face. People use their faces separately, for better or worse. I wanted to describe it in a novel."

Reaching inside the coat, he takes the pen out of his chest.

"Will you sign it?

"Oh. I rarely do, but specially."

When I winked, it came with my name, and he wrote me an autograph.

When I give it to you, I spin more words.

It was as if he were telling himself.

"People are fascinated by fiction. But that can also be a factor that makes people. I broaden my world by writing stories. And by being fascinated by the same fiction as people all over the world, we are establishing ourselves. Proof of existence?

Are people fascinated by fiction?

That, I guess. People find meaning in things they don't see.

Because I don't know, because I want to know, because I believe in fiction and live.

Even if it knows it's not real, people are fascinated by fiction.

So people live in joint fantasies. In doing so, we recognize ourselves.

I'm sure that's what you want to say.

I don't know. It's not a story. Because I'm the same person who was bitter.

The feeling was, indeed, empathetic.

"... that's amazing"

"No. It's not that big a deal. I'm just trying to find a way to fight" Oh my God "in this life... I'm just a little human being. Ma, what you're reading is old man bullshit. You can listen to me."

"No. I thought you were still young and beautiful. Plus, I learned a lot."

"Ha, tell me. You're not worthy of your age, you're going to be lit."

Expressed in a big way, but its cheeks were not dyed at all, and its expression remained close to its true face.

Again, seeing something like this, it seems like it's floating away somewhere.

And when she stands up, she returns her heel.

"Ice Sword...... No, Ray-White. I hope your life, like my story, is filled with hope and light. Yes, I hope so."

I told him this with a beautiful, beautiful smile at the end when I put it between just a few moments.

"─ Have a good life."

If it's not a doll, it's not a machine.

Liezelotte-Aeden.

Being a fictional magician, I thought she was definitely human.

That smile tells the truth.

"Yes, thank you"

When I bow my head, she walks slowly.

And I followed this room as I rocked my bright white hair like that snow.

Look up at the sky through the window.

Clear skies characteristic of autumn, unlike summer.

Winter is approaching soon.

As the season unfolds, so will our lives.

That's how I thought...