"- Ha, ha... I wasn't insulting you, I wasn't chronic, but - this body... you mean even children are court magicians"
The raider walks down a beast path away from the city of Murasta, dragging the weight of both arms and clothing, which also constantly petrified his breath, and his body exhausted by wounds and fatigue.
"Is petrification still going on... I didn't know you were going to eat petrified magic that supposedly perished in ancient times directly instead of looking at it with this eye. I'm a magician, but I'm comfortable with people who have things to do."
Jared's unleashed petrified magic never tired of petrifying both arms of the raiders, and he still slowly erodes his body.
Though he continues to resist using less magic, eventually the stone curse will spread from arm to shoulder and throughout his body. And what we're waiting for - is death.
"- Girill."
The raider looked up when his name was called to a voice that could not have been misheard.
Man - In front of Gillil stood a man with a similar appearance. Twins, the more convincing they are, the more they have in common with each other. Same blonde hair and cold icey eyes. If it is strong and raises the difference, a man has longer hair and can feel warmer in his eyes, albeit slightly.
"Brother."
Brother, to the man he called. Jillil tries to get on his knees, but his petrified arms and clothes refuse to do so.
"I don't mind, just take it easy. But that arm -- well, Jared Murphy petrified it, didn't he?
"Sorry, I misjudged his power."
"Don't apologize. I was wrong to look at him the same thing. More than that, what about the petrified arms?
Jillil shook her head at her brother.
Petrification, which erodes the body, would stone and kill Jiril's lungs before they spread all over the body. The arms are completely stoned and cannot be applied by hand. In the first place, there's no reason to know how to disarm lost petrified magic. At least not if it was just petrified on the surface, but it should be stoned to the bone.
"His power is so much that I don't think he started using magic. How talented or superior the teacher was, no, it could be both. But I killed him in exchange for both arms."
"You did a great job. What happened to Hugo Rüdiger?
"The Duke is alive. I was so full of killing him."
All she could do was repent, and Jillil bit her lip.
If only one arm could have moved at least a little, it would have easily killed people who are unconscious, no matter how many samurai they are.
I'm only heartbroken that I couldn't see him dead, abominable of Jared interrupting me everywhere.
"You've done really well. Now - let's make it easier with my hands."
"Thank you, brother."
"Enough, don't push it. It's just gonna get hard."
Ignoring his brother's noticeable voice, Jillil continues. My brother didn't really try to stop me either because I know it would be the last word.
"I learned about his anomaly with this body. No matter how much my brother has, you can't beat him if you get petrified magic. Murphy is a monster."
"But you killed the monster. No more enemies hold me back. Many magicians belonging to the Royal Sorcery Division should be on our side if we know what we think. I'm not afraid of people who don't have the numbers to stand up to the court magicians. Our future has been cut open by you."
"Can I help you, can I help you?
Girill asks along with his rough breath.
"Absolutely. I can only find words of gratitude. Thanks to you, there are no more enemies who were the most unknown. All you have to do is kill all the knights, court magicians, nobles, royalty"
"I'm sorry I couldn't get to the end of this."
"Neither do I. But your thoughts keep living in me"
Embrace my brother's body full of strength, and my brother weeps.
My heart is about to be torn apart by the pain of losing my half of my body, which I grew up with and have incited as a magician.
"I sincerely, truly appreciate and thank you for being raw as this Jillil, my older brother,"
"I'm glad you're my brother, too. Be brothers in the Hereafter."
Focusing magic on your right arm creates an ice blade along with cold air.
I pushed the ice blade against my brother's chest as it stretched around my arm.
"I apologize for bothering your hand. Goodbye, brother."
"Farewell - it's Jillil."
At the same time as the parting words, the ice blade pierced Jiril's heart.
He spits blood out of his mouth and his brother's body slowly leans to the ground, holding his breath. I took it, but my petrified arm smashes into a desperate clap.
Even admiring the petrified magic of a young sorcerer who still afflicts his brother even if he dies, anger and sorrow are stronger now.
The body will all be fossilized in time. Then he flashed the ice blade to the side and strangled Jillil's neck in order to bring back the remains of his brother as a brother and as a family.
"I'm terribly sorry I couldn't kill you with this hand, Jared Murphy. As a vengeance to my brother, I will kill all your loved ones."
The unparalleled anger that took my brother, goes around Jared.
I can't do it now, but at dawn when I do, the man decides to send all of my fiancées and family to a dead vendetta.
"You're a fool, young magician. You've got the wrong guy on your side. Why didn't you realize that evolutionary we shouldn't be, like, used to be good for people who couldn't evolve?
The man wasn't planning on killing Jared from the beginning. I tried to identify it at first. I observed what I would do in front of a bunch of cannibals.
The results continued to fight to protect non-magicians without regard for themselves. It may be noble, but it was also foolish.
Even deducting the young, he decided it was dangerous to leave the boy, who had irrevocably put him on the shoulders of a non-magician, and ordered his trusted brother and his men to kill him.
As a result, I lost my brother at a price.
But even at the cost of sacrifice, I had to kill him. Unlike men, the magicians were trying to take in Jared at any price. I hear he had multiple opponents ready to destroy his relationship with his fiancée and leave him with a better child.
The man disagreed with the idea. I don't mind making a succession, but I couldn't help but think of something long to accomplish before.
Even though the Orthodox Mage Army should act together now, we don't want it to move under the water because of boring factional strife.
If it wasn't for him, everyone wouldn't understand that it wasn't enough to be afraid, such as a court magician, and watching the situation would have made him run away.
"... you fools, do nothing but watch. There's no place for you in the new world anyway."
There is no use for humans who are magicians but don't try to live as magicians and just line up their grievances with their mouths.
The man's plan has already begun. And then things will go on with nature so that the water flows.
I've been wishing for a long time, until I get the land of magicians - a little more.
- For the future of our authentic sorcerer.