Seirei no Moribito

As always, Lynn remembers stroking her cold cheeks, passing her fingers to comb her hair, feeling somewhere void in all of it.

The first time I killed a man, that night.

"... Soon after I swore allegiance to Iselia, Iselia gave me something to drink"

In his faded vision, Iselia, who offered a glass of liquid, contained it in her mouth with a smile of mercy, and gave it a mouth transfer to phosphorus to drink.

I wasn't in the mood to remember any of the colors and flavors, so I didn't know what that was yet and didn't ask.

I wasn't interested, but I felt more scared than that.

The change that came to cut it off.

"Then. I can see the Spirit now. The guy who was abusing me and Emilia, who came to me innocently. Even though good and evil were clearly divided, the Spirit could never leave the two of us. It's just that I've never known the Spirit to be beside a whimsical, likeable human being."

I took it to Lynn at the time and was horrified by the "Spirit” that neither justice nor evil existed.

If the Spirit likes enemies much stronger than himself, weak phosphorus can't even resist just being ravaged.

Fear and respect.

That was the emotion Lynn had then.

"" Spirituality ”was easy to use without any difficulty. Iselia didn't say anything, and I didn't even try to find out, so I thought this was natural. I was just glad I got the power... and I was desperate to know the truth"

Both the “Guardians” and the "Knights of the King's Capital" who killed their parents, the "Spirit” granted equal protection.

Even though it was obvious who was evil and wrong, the "Spirit” still didn't leave.

- It was the moment when the respect I had turned into hatred.

"It was probably the“ Spirit ”that Iselia gave me to drink then. The day after I was able to stop the bleeding with the" healing technique "that I couldn't use properly at the time, the wound disappeared clean and refreshing. Doubting it, I cut my arm off myself and left it there... when I was playing like a" protector ”I realized that Iselia was trying to turn me from a human to a" protector ”. I used to give it to her every once in a while, and I was trying it out, Iselia!

Excessive torture (abalone) and irrational violence.

If that was all just to see if Lynn was turning into a proper “protector,"

"... I just wasn't aware, I wasn't half human anymore. Sure, I got the power I wanted... but if it was going to be a body that wouldn't die in exchange, I would have resisted with all my might..."

Lynn certainly should have died then.

"Red Lotus Wings” pierced my heart and I still have that burning pain.

But I was wondering if Lynn might not die.

The day before the simulated battle. Iselia was about to reveal the secret that Lynn had hidden, and she hung Lynn's neck tight with no hesitation.

I felt a broken neck bone before I lost consciousness. Even without it, I can't breathe under pressure, and I can't possibly live with it.

Other than that, there were many, many times.

I just didn't question it, and there were a few cuts I noticed.

Lynn herself just pretended not to see it.

"... even without consciousness, Iselia kept feeding me the“ Spirit ”without changing. Sometimes, when my back ached and hurt, I decided to spit out a chunk of blood. Still, I didn't think of anything just to hate... and now I think I can't throw away my revenge."

The result is all I can say is that Lynn deserves it.

As she scorns herself like that, Lynn laughs at Emilia with a distorted grin, while continuing her pale words somewhere to mock her.

"... resurrection of the dead, huh? Sure, now that I've taken the Spirit into my body, I can probably succeed... but I don't have my body made up of half the Spirit. Even if we survive luckily, there will be no more power left like before"

I don't know my mind on my own and I don't get the energy to do anything.

But I could easily imagine the future that I would visit if I rode that sweet word.

Still, Lynn can still flat out bullshit.

Emilia's final desire to live. Thoughts on Lynn entrusted by her parents.

"... even I wanted you to live, Emilia..."

Lies and lies do not exist in that last word I spoke.

For Lynn, Emilia is important, important and dear,

"... why did you shelter me...!

Lynn wanted to protect it, the only being.

That's what you give up your life for.

Lynn tried to save Emilia by giving up.

……

But I can't deny Emilia's actions because I know that the thoughts that Lynn has are the thoughts that Emilia had again.

"... Emilia, forgive me..."

Because you can't deny it, Lynn will try to save Emilia again.

At the expense of yourself.

Lynn laughed at Emilia with the utmost grin, staring at the glass worker hanging on her neck at the end and then getting up and looking back at Cain.

The expression is a faceless thing that hides hate from the ground up.

I always showed it, it was a mask of a person named 'Eileen'.

Cain glanced awkwardly off to find an answer on that face of Lynn,

"... not necessarily succeed. And even if she succeeds, the boy will surely fall out of her memory."

"... oh, I don't mind. Ninglo, that would be more convenient."

"... right? Then I'll teach you the magic of resurrection."

I suggested to you from myself that Cain would show confusion if he were to, but he did not imitate it like he would stop now, and took the paper sealed and rounded from his nose and handed it to Lynn.

Lynn, who received it, opened the paper with a strange look on her face but unsealed it,

"Is this... magic formation, no..." magic ”?

"Draw the magic formations with the blood of the surgeon, and finally chant them to draw all the power from the Spirit to convert them into the dead. If“ magic ”is activated, there is no way to know if it has succeeded. Once and for all, it's" magic ”that I don't know if I can do it or not.... boy, still you throw your life for someone?

……

to Cain's troubled words, Lynn unexpectedly glanced over at Cain,

"... you ask that?

Ridiculously, Lynn returned the words with a very natural grin.

To such a simple and pure grin, now it's Cain's turn to be surprised,

"... boy, you laughed"

…… ... laughing, are you there?

Lynn puts one hand on her cheek, but she doesn't know what look she's wearing.

"... hey, how could you do this? There is no benefit..."

Second, I ask questions.

In contrast, Cain wandered his gaze as he grinned bitterly looking for words,

"Hmm? Yeah, well... if you say so, I'd like to know if the end that“ boy ”and“ girl ”follow is other than the end that“ me ”and“ girlfriend ”followed... yes, that's selfish self-satisfaction"

I can't tell you anything, but I grumbled some humble answer.

walked out carrying Elise. He nodded back at pointing out the exit with his gaze,

"If we fail, we both cremate, if we succeed... what do you want me to do?

"I want Emilia to... forget about me and go back to normal life. I'll do whatever you want."

"Right. Then I'll shut him down somewhere so the boy doesn't get ripped off by the Spirit Tree... if there's any flesh left."

Cain laughs so hard, waves her hand and tries to walk out, handing Lynn the knife she had left wrapped in a cloth that she forgot.

"This is the boy's knife... I recovered it and wiped the blood for once"

"... well. Thank you."

"It doesn't matter.“ Magic ”,“ spiritual ”and“ magic ”are things that activate through familiar weapons."

Everyone in Cain knows. Nodding at it, Lynn slowly opens the cloth.

From there I emerged, to Lynn, who held the love knife I always cherished, and accidentally laughed,

"... can I ask you one thing, boy? Was it important to you?

"... Emilia was trying to send it to me in confidence."

Things that were found and discovered by the person in question where they tried to send in less savings, help pedestrians earn money, buy and give gifts.

At the same time, I was happy.

Even though I know this will kill people, if this will protect me, and the best gift Emilia has come up with after her troubles.

"... Emilia was smart."

That wit is because Lynn knew best, and Lynn has taken it and taken care of it.

To show you that you're protecting yourself.

Because I wanted to stop Emilia from worrying and reassure her.

"... you're envious, boy. I envy you guys who think of each other and still sometimes unilaterally bump into each other's thoughts and help each other..."

That said, Cain walks away waving this time.

"I'll be back in an hour to see how it turns out.... Goodbye, boy"

"... from me too, one thing, okay? Who are you after all?

For a mere mercenary, Cain, a mercenary who fought against the "Protector" in a flat and equal manner and met even with an acquaintance of the "Elf" chief.

I don't think he's an ordinary man at all. He looks back unexpectedly,

"..." Cain Tills ". Sacrifice yourself, help her, give her life, boy."

"..." Ridinal Eileen ". I am grateful to you. Whatever the reason, I found the last thing I really wanted to do as a person... I'll never forget that."

"... Ridinal Eileen... Oh, I remember"

With a smile that makes me smile, Cain finally tells me.

"I've only met your parents once. You were strong and well-intentioned."

And it seemed like a happy family.

With a more grown-up grin, this time Cain caves behind without looking back.

Only Lynn and Emilia were left.

"... really, my trajectory was full of mistakes"

The simmering anger is still smoking in Lynn's chest.

But more than that, my feelings for Emilia pound Lynn.

I don't know if this is really the right thing to do or if it won't betray that feeling I wished I lived.

But Lynn is determined.

"... at the end of the day, you might want to be honest with your feelings"

Various emotions twist together.

I have no idea what you want to do, but I want to break it off because the feeling is real.

"Act for someone else... it's not like me."

Still, Lynn laughs bitterly when she doesn't seem like herself like that.

Lynn - A boy named "Irene" lives only to avenge hatred and acts as if he had nothing to do with anything else.

The only exception is Emilia.

Stick to strength, float in anger, look down on others, distance themselves from their surroundings.

A lonely being and a sad avenger.

That was Irene.

Throw away your name, your emotions, your memories, your past, but Emilia's the only one you can't throw away, and you just regret it, you just stretch out on me and pretend not to see it, and it all ends up empty and you end up failing.

"... Now let's get this over with. There's nothing left for me."

There's nothing left to throw away or anything I couldn't throw out, Lynn.

So one convinces him that it doesn't have to seem like it, and Lynn pulls the knife out of her sheath and rolls her sleeve and slashes her left arm.

The magic formations of resurrection of the dead must be drawn with the blood of the operator. Focusing on the open hall, Lynn walks and draws a little bit of magic formation as she sometimes slashes her arm with a knife and keeps bleeding.

Cain gave it to me. It was quite complicated. The letters, symbols, formations were drawn, and the magic formation was so dense that it was harder to find a gap.

Comparing the magic formations drawn on paper and on the ground over and over again, if they are too small, enlarge the circle, carefully draw with blood on your fingers while checking that there is no mistake in taking any one, assemble the steps to complete them from the inside so that they do not seep blood by walking, and if there is not enough blood, slash and replenish your arms from time to time.

And Lynn is reminded of how reckless, impotent and challenging this “magic” is every time she completes one.

"... whoever knitted this was so familiar with“ spirituality "..."

Or a biological genius.

Either way, there was no difference in the technology that Lin couldn't create or even come up with today.

It took Lynn thirty minutes to complete it, occasionally with such deviant thoughts.

After finishing writing the last letter, she pours magic into the magic formation to make sure there is no mistake, and then Lynn sits on the ground with too much blood to withstand her fluttering body.

"... before you activate it, you're going to bleed to death..."

I can't think about how much blood I bled, but the finished radius of two meters seems likely. I look at the dry blood lettering intricately intertwined with it, tearing through the curly sleeves and keeping the bleeding briefly stopped.

To the boulder, to die before activating. I'm sorry about that mistake.

It stops bleeding to a better degree than without it, wipes his own blood on the knife with the hem of his clothes to confirm his original dull but beautifully glowing body, and then Lynn rises up again.

The last chant written on paper, gently chanting it in your mouth to make no mistake, then proceed straight to Emilia.

I look at Emilia for a while in the ice coffin that continues to exist without melting, and I can't close the paper with the magic formation in the corner, so I fold it up and leave it, and I manage to move my moving left arm and hold Emilia.

Emilia's body, like an ice coffin, was cold and very light.

Lynn sits beside Emilia, retrieving her sheath and knife, lying quietly in the middle of the magic formation without ever dropping her.

"... Emilia..."

The magic team of resurrection of the dead came to know what kind of "magic” Lynn herself was doing in the drawing.

Lynn's chances of succeeding in the “magic” of resurrection are roughly half.

If you fail, Emilia will naturally not come back, and of course Lynn will die as she is.

If we succeed the other way around, Emilia will come back to life. But all Emilia's memories will be lost as a price. With Lynn's skill today, she cannot be restored to normal without any impediments other than the price that Emilia has determined to ensure that Lynn's memory is lost. Maybe something flawed up besides memory.

And as a recoil, Lynn herself will lose any memory.

Names, emotions, memories, strength and power that were normal, lose all of them.

Once and for all, it's magic that you don't know if it's right or wrong.

No, if you're alive, you may recover your memory, but if you die, the art of knowing no matter how you scratch your feet will be lost forever.

Either way, this “magic” is a “magic” that will not be activated without sacrificing the operator.

Still, Lynn has nothing more to be afraid of or stop now.

Because it is decided what needs to be done.

"- Against the logic of Mori Luo Wang"

With his right hand holding the knife, with his left hand in Emilia's heart, Lynn chants the final chant.

The magic formation of blood infused with magic glowed red and suspicious,

"He who is invited to the land of Yellow Springs, twist the cause and effect that cannot be cut off, and bring him back to this world."

The light eventually explodes as if the sun had plunged into a dim cave.

Countless “spirits” went busily and rose from the magic formation to gather in one place,

"The price to swear on the covenant, the ancestors answer the incarnation of life, the soul of guidance"

And I make the last passage, even though I distort my face to the “Spirit” that disappears little by little and the severe pain that accompanies it.

"Dear neighbour, great Spirit, feed my breath and rewrite the absolutely immutable truth!

Open your eyes, let the magic and “Spirit” run through your hair, and Lynn releases the word.

"-" REZARECTION FIRE ORIGIN "!!"

A storm is coming.

The wind begins to sweep clothes and hair, and the gathered "spirits” enter Lynn's body and flow into Emilia's heart, which is placed on her left hand.

The “spirits” gathered enough to be visualized are sucked into Emilia's body as the light shines, and Lynn continues to focus her magic to maximize the power of the "Spirit”.

Delicate work and magic control that uses nerves that cannot be endured by a large amount of concentration.

The rapidly losing magic blurs the consciousness, and the body screams and runs a severe pain at the disappearance of the “Spirit” that constituted it.

The chances of success are roughly half.

But you can never say that if you actually try.

Difficult “magic” so far flips the word that it's impossible behind Lynn's brain.

However,

(... me, ha...!

Lynn, and.

I want to reward Emilia for smiling and waving.

(Absolutely, let it succeed! Let me try!

To the more intense "spirits," Lynn is desperate to eat and just keeps pouring all her magic into it - time for a few minutes.

Gradually, the light subsided.

"You're being mean, Mr. Cain"

An hour later. He talks to the mercenary, who closed his eyes comfortably to the wind when the “Spirit”, invisible to Cain, tried to gather in one place, putting Elise to hide by the trees.

"It's not that easy to tell who you are, no matter how many people know you're not going to find out."

"... hmm? Is that what you think?

"Everybody thinks so. Die or lose your memory forever...... no, in his case you may recover your memory if the“ Spirit ”that was made up returns to the flesh again. But Mr. Cain knows best what it means to put yourself and your opponent at risk, right?

"... yes, hey... the end that" me ”and“ her ”followed was the greatest tragedy. If it's a script, you can definitely invite the reader to tears."

"Please don't tear it up"

There's no such thing as tea.

Cain confirms that the wind has subsided before turning to the cave.

Little by little, to a distant light, remembering the darkness when you tried to welcome death.

"It's not a prediction, it's definite. The absolute future, the boy is in the dark forever. That's what“ the boy ”and“ the girl ”deserve... the two of us who are there and never see each other. If we wanted each other to be happy, we wouldn't be allowed to remember each other."

Just pale, Cain says.

"However, in a happy play on the stage alone… it's a routine that I don't even think has changed dramatically. At the end of despair, find hope. And I can harden it with lies around me"

Gently flaunt your shoulders,

"Is this a tragedy to fulfill or a comedy... which do you think it is?

"... that's decided"

To Cain, who preaches vague and abstract words as if he were a dogma, he went back to the hall where he was formerly one foot away,

"Don't call this a tragedy, what can you call a tragedy"

Yes, grumble to make a fool of yourself.

"... Either way, you said it was a tragedy.

"I want to believe that. Otherwise, your brother's sacrifice becomes pointless."

I can't let that happen.

That's what he says and makes his shoes sound.

Beyond that, to consolidate the happiness we truly wanted with lies.

"- Welcome to the gateway to hell. Boy, I'd like to welcome you."

That's what Cain groaned at the two people who fell asleep.