Maouyome

Prepare a place for surgical construction.

Oriental positivity was used as the basis for accurately describing the orientation, and flat rubble was generated from crushed marble to rest in the center, and its surroundings cleaned up beautifully.... mainly Ivanaga.

(On the contrary, I can only do this kind of thing.... sorry)

"No. I really appreciate it. In earnest."

(That word is a little premature. It's more from here that's the hard part)

"... Yes"

He gently lifted Maori's body to the top of the rug, pointing his head straight north as directed.

Overlay your hands on a dovetail and attach your hands to it.

"I love it. Maori."

I don't want to lose it here.

I don't want to come this far and end it.

Always, I'll try to help.

Engrave your readiness firmly in your heart with a clear and strong awareness of your will.

Okay, here we go.

"Ha!"

Follow the instructions of Master Ivanaga and bring out the magic.

"Complete Resuscitation"

The lost magic of the Mythical Age.

It revives magic that has been lost without anyone being able to activate it, thus increasing the concentration of consciousness and all nerves.

I don't know if I can.

There is no guarantee anywhere that it will work.

But I have to do it.

If I don't do it, Maori will be... gone.

If you don't like that.

We have to do everything we can to fight reality.

(Triple the base circumference and spread it wide. Even the magic. Don't be biased. The bias invites precipitation and weakens the connection. Wide and smooth, worry big and loose)

"... Yes"

Carve each word firmly into your head and proceed precisely and carefully with the instructions given.

Don't rush.

Don't deviate.

... Don't be anxiously conscious.

Concentrate all of your consciousness on one task at a time.

On the foundation of the construction, the magical construction formula of "Purification", which omitted the start-up and activation formulas, was assembled on the north side. It takes the form of placing it over Maori's head, which is just lying down.

From the end of the procedure, which stopped construction along the way, connect "sedation" with "life support (life supplement)" and combine it around the diagonal top of the left and right ears.

Three so far.

From what I've been through, it's impossible.

The simultaneous construction of magic (multicast) is a skilled technique.

It doesn't matter how much magic you possess there, it's not that easy to teach magic that I can form yet.

Three of them have already been built.

I felt like I somehow figured out what Ivanaga meant by "nine magics" was originally one construction ceremony.

The first construction formula, which was unstable at first, can also be seen to increase stability whenever the second or third formula is connected.

Each other supports and guides each other.

It's also very natural, as a matter of course.

Furthermore, in the order of the left shoulder, right shoulder, and dovetail, "Health Aid (Recovery)," "Skeletal Shaping", and "Organ Generation (Creative Organ)" are connected and assembled in the same manner.

(Don't over-conscious in one place, just look at the whole thing while maintaining balance)

We will carefully and carefully assemble the surgical ceremonies in order, with the advice of Ivanaga everywhere.

It was like a vessel hardened with sand.

A feeling similar to that of having to be treated gently and carefully so as not to break the brittle, delicate, powerfully crumbling sand vessel.

Every time I put one together, I pour out my magic.

Sand vessels are filled with magic.

Filled and overflowing, mixed and intertwined.

Sound-filled magic supports the last resort, and further stabilizes the last resort.

Don't break it, don't break it.

Deeply concentrate and assemble your consciousness.

Place Blood Generation on the left hip and Fluid Circulation (Circulation) on the opposite side. Put it down and I'll see. So, if we put together each procedure at that location, we knew exactly what it was.

Magic flows from top of head to side of left and right ear, from left shoulder to right shoulder, through pigeon tail, from left hip to right hip.

Filled and overflowing, flowing, gathering.

Every time I build it, I go back to the way it should be.

I see what it should be, what the roots look like.

(Last part under the crotch. Make sure to create a fist gap between your thigh and thigh and put together the magic of 'healing')

To the place as I was told, I assembled the magic of 'Healing (Heels)'.

Magic moves on, power fills.

The nine techniques assembled support each other, and the power flowing without precipitation deeply connects and stops each other.

The power was filled.

A force that remains steady and smoothly even is filled and the flow stops.

(... Again, couldn't you)

Master Ivanaga leaked his discouraged voice as he saw his powers filled and he stood still and quietly.

Now we've assembled nine magics.

Nine magics, classified as treatment in sacred magic.

I can see that they were indeed, as Ivanaga put it, organized as a single procedure.

I can see what it should look like now.

(Sorry.... There was no fault with you. But I can't activate the procedure.... unfortunately)

"... not yet"

Block the words of Master Ivanaga, who nearly showed how to give up, and return the denial clearly.

Not yet.... not enough yet.

Although all nine magics classified as therapeutic have been incorporated, it is the first time that I have tried them together and noticed them.

This construction ceremony is not enough.

There's another formula I need, it's not enough.

I'm not what I should be.

(... not enough, you say? Such haz ha!?

The constructed surgical formula is filled to each and awaits the time of activation. I can see that the surgical ceremonies that have been joined together as one connection are filled with great power, waiting for that time.

There are nine therapeutic magics. That's all done.

But I need another one here, I know.

Overhead "Purification" is "Crown (Ketel)".

It means beginning by making it a purified authority.

The left and right ears indicate 'brains', 'sedation (sanity)' means' wisdom (kokumer) ', and' life support (life supplement) 'means' understanding (binar) '.

... I get it.

Each technique means something.

"Health Aid (Recovery)" is "Mercy (Quecedo)."

Supporting and merciful of weak powers.

"Skeletal plastic surgery (bone shaping)" shows "severe (gevlar)", "organ production (creative organ)" placed on the dovetail shows "beauty (tirefato)", and "blood production (creative blood)" shows "victory (nezak)".

"Fluid Circulation (Circulation)" means "Glory (Hod)".

Something that doesn't stop in one place and flows around.

And "healing" means "foundation (Yesod)".

I can deeply understand the meaning of that magic.

"Healing" means restoring a broken, damaged body to the same state as a body in the spiritual world.

Underlying it is "Interference in the Spiritual World"

(... No way, that's)

I get it.

The filled rituals teach us.

Each role, the way it should be.

It's called the Tree of Life (Sephiroto).

(It was a breeze...... I didn't know it was "Tree of Life (Sephiroto)")

If this is true.

If this is really the Tree of Life.

(A total of ten required surgical ceremonies. Sure, one missing)

The last one of them is.

("Kingdom (Marcto)." What we need is a formula that rationalizes "interference in the material world" from the spiritual world)

A surgical formula for releasing the filled force.

Something to make what should be, what it should be.

Make it the essence of all divine magic, reason to the end.

Wishes become prayers.

Prayer takes shape and power.

Power becomes light and illuminates life.

... to bless (...) my life.

(... "Blessings (Braces)")

The last procedure was assembled under its feet.

Filled power increases radiance.

The overflowing power moves out in response to the last wish.

The essence of divine magic is the power of prayer.

of wishing with, the strength of thoughts.

The lost magic is activated.

The light floods to dazzle, and the warm particles wrap around the wounded and tired body of the Maori.

There's a hole in the chest, it's blocking.

The broken skin heals the wounded hands and feet.

"Complete Resuscitation"

It is not just the wounds of the body, but the magic of healing every soul from its roots of life itself. regeneration of life. of existence itself, resurrection.

"Kuh!?

Together with the activation of the constructed surgical ceremony, it was found that the magic of the unlikely position slowly fell out of the body.

Attempt to adjust your magic diligently in a sense of weakness that may cause you to lose your mind so that the magic that you finally activate is undisturbed.

My consciousness is so sumptuous by the shock.

withstand the weakness that pushes you like turbulence and concentrate your consciousness solely on maintaining the constructive formula.

Come this far.

We've come this far.

It's the end of the journey.

"Never let me. No!

The light floods.

(... Huh!? What do you say, Leffier?

On the way, I thought I heard Master Ivanaga.

I don't know what you're shouting at so much impact.

But there was no way to stop the procedure on the way.

Master Ivanaga's voice gets farther away.

Light fills the sight and takes away the sound.

The senses are drunk and the consciousness is clouded.

Still, you can't stop it.

Here and now, we can't interrupt.

Just adjust the magic even and continue to maintain the surgical formula.

The time, which seemed eternal, ends abruptly.

Maybe it was a flash.

The light subsides and the senses return.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

My body collapsed unbearably.

My barely supportive arms tremble powerless and clammy.

"Ha, ha,... ha"

Raising his face as he roughed his shoulders wide, he burns Maori's figure into his eyes in his sumptuous sight.

Maori's body was there without a scratch.

With her eyes quietly closed, Maori is lying on the rubble.

"... Oh, my God,... how?"

"Full resuscitation" triggered.

Even though the lost magic did work.

To a body as heavy as a rock, there is no force.

Crawl hard and pull your whole body still motionless to touch Maori's body.

Touched skin, … cold.

There was no pulse there, no sign of breathing back.

"... Oh, my God,... Maori, Maori!

Stopped by a cold body.

Pull over to your body, holding it tight.

Maori's body was soft.

I don't have any wounds.

The magic did it and showed it to me.

I didn't understand.

I could not accept the result.

"... I don't like it.... I hate it, I don't like that."

Maori's eyes remain closed and unresponsive.

I can't feel the pulse no matter how many times I make sure.

An undeniable fact is followed.

Maori is... dead.

That reality was just there.