67 – Tales of Bygone Years: Christine Hildegard – 3
“Hey man, what nonsense!”
“Bullshit? Do I look like I’m bullshit?”
Two narrow eyes stared straight at the pope. The pope, who received the gaze from the front, hesitated for a moment, but then issued an order as if in a fit of fuss.
“Kill! Kill! What are you doing! Hurry up and don’t attack!”
The pope’s words were absolute. Even in the midst of this chaos, the high-ranking priests approached the boy, burning up their holy power in order to obey the order.
The boy did not move even as he watched the priests approaching. Didn’t even show any reaction.
He was quiet and said only one thing.
“If you touch it, you die.”
The boy’s finger was pointing at the Pope before he knew it.
“Not me, you.”
“…!”
The actions of the priests were almost instinctive.
As soon as the words were spoken, they blocked the pope with their bodies, and quickly formed a human shield by enveloping their bodies with divine power.
The pope screeched from behind a human meat shield.
“Do you dare to think that you can kill me! Even if the king of this country comes, you can’t! I am the Pope of the Holy Church!”
well If it were Charlotte, I would tear you apart with one gesture.
The boy thought so, but didn’t bother to say it. There was no need to give her any clues to reveal her relationship with Charlotte.
And, after all, it was true that boys couldn’t kill the pope.
Everything you just said was bluff. The bluff worked well for the pope, and he hid behind a human shield made up of high-ranking priests, only babbling his mouth.
“If you don’t believe me, try it.”
The boy walked towards Christine, driving a wedge with his last words.
And as she was about to place her hand on her heart, she hesitated for a moment when she saw the voluptuous symbol of motherhood.
It wasn’t that I was particularly intrigued or that I stopped. I just wanted to know what those who were hiding behind me and wandering around would think.
The hesitant boy finally put his hand on his chest. A fluffy lump of fat wrapped around the palm of your hand. Ignoring the touch, I pressed my hand even deeper.
The thumping, thumping sound of his heart was transmitted through his palms.
matched the heartbeat.
I closed my eyes. The boy’s heart and Christine’s heart gradually began to beat at the same rate. It contracts at the same time and expands at the same time.
The sensation felt in the heart and the sensation felt in the palm matched.
The boy drew mana from his body.
Exactly, I was trying to pull it up. The mana that was meant to flow through the mana circuit returned to the heart again because the circuit began to recover as soon as it was damaged.
Since the mana needed to compose magic has dried up, ordinary magic would have failed here.
But that was enough for the boy. After all, this wasn’t magic that required mana. It was just that the process of raising mana was necessary.
The boy’s hand rested on Christine’s heart. Literally, over the heart.
At first glance, it looked like a hand had penetrated his chest, but no blood flowed. The boy’s hand and Christine’s heart, two objects that should never overlap.
Two hearts beat in sync. Hearing that sound, the boy quietly activated his magic.
soul bond.
A technique that unites two souls into one and achieves unity.
It was an ancient magic that was considered a taboo even among wizards because the merged souls could never return to their original state no matter what, but later even the method of casting was forgotten.
And, as with ancient magic, the method of casting remained in the boy’s head.
It’s because it’s impossible to use, but with simple knowledge, there are only a handful of wizards who can follow the boy.
The reason why soul binding was taboo among ancient mages was simple. It was because the soul, once united, ceased to exist forever.
The human body is like a bowl containing pure water called the soul, and the act of pouring the water from the two bowls into a single dish and combining them could be called soul binding magic.
Then, can the merged water be completely returned to its original form?
Even if you divide the water appropriately and put it back into the bowl, it cannot be said that it is exactly the same as the water originally contained.
After mixing the water in any way, it was impossible to tell the two liquids apart.
That is why it is impossible to undo the actions that bound souls.
The essence of the soul is perfectly the same in any human being. The moment they mix their essences, the distinction between the two souls disappears, and eventually both die.
Except for the boy.
The boy’s super-regeneration ability was so powerful that even the essence of the soul could be returned to its original state.
To the extent that it pulls only the water contained in a specific dish in a dish where water and water are mixed.
The souls began to wriggle and merge with each other. The boy’s body shone transparently. It’s a contradiction, but it was a look that could only be explained like that.
Something completely transparent soon illuminated Christine’s body as well.
“What the hell are they doing! Go and stop them!”
At the pope’s words, the high-ranking priests rushed. I don’t know what they’re doing, but it’s because I thought that the two of them could be separated from each other when they were so defenseless.
The high-ranking priests, clad in holy power, approached right behind the boy and placed their hands on his shoulders.
died just like that
Seeing the priests who lost their lives in an instant, the Pope was horrified. I couldn’t even guess what the hell it was.
The souls of the poor priests were evaporated together by the light emitted from the unity of the souls, but the pope had no way to know that fact.
Wriggling, parts of the merged souls pulsated slightly. Small pulsations became huge tremors, shaking unsteadily, vibrating the merged souls.
Soon after, the transparent light leaking from the boy’s body disappeared, and the boy whose soul was completely ‘restored’ opened his eyes.
“Fuck.”
and spat out curses.
“You bastard, what the hell did you do to him?”
The boy got up and strode towards the Pope. Dry dust flew along with my footsteps.
After weeks of trying to kill him, and having survived the nova and not knowing what powers he might be hiding, the pope involuntarily flinched back as the man whom the high priests had killed as soon as they put their hands on his shoulders approached. it happened
“The soul was restored, but the other parts were completely gone? Did you put brainwashing magic on him? Otherwise, I can’t explain it?”
“This bastard, who dares to say the blasphemous word safety! Are you not afraid of divine punishment!”
“Demons? Ha, that’s bullshit. If there was a real thing, I’d be far behind, you bastard pig.”
The boy stepped back and grabbed the collar of the pope who had fallen over.
“I know you have fat on your ears, but listen carefully. I’ll only say it once.”
Cold eyes met the pope.
“I have very high expectations from him. I was wondering if that saintess could kill me. But, what did you do to her? I couldn’t completely solve it even with a soul bond.”
“Solved, what is that—”
“Who wants to answer?”
Dude, the boy slapped the pope on the cheek.
“If he tastes like that and I can’t die, know that you can’t die gracefully either. First of all, I’ll think about removing two people’s worth of fat from your body.”
After speaking, the boy let go of the pope’s collar. The huge body fell backwards with a thud.
The pope trembled and exerted his divine power, and disappeared somewhere along with a white halo.
The boy stared pathetically at the spot where the Pope had disappeared, then turned his eyes straight to Christine.
I walked over to the side of Christine, who was lying limp on the floor, got down on one knee, and carefully lifted her body up.
Were you impatient with the thought that you might blow your chance? The boy took a deep breath and calmed down a bit.
I was a little overexcited because the soul binding didn’t work properly.
In general, soul binding was magic that killed two people as they were, no different from instant death. Combined souls don’t return properly to either one.
In the end, it kills both the caster and the caster.
However, the situation is a little different if there is a means to restore the soul perfectly like the boy did.
Mixed souls separate again and become identical with each other.
In the process, the essence of the soul is adjusted to the boy, and as they return to their respective bodies, they raise their talents to the limit.
Although the boy couldn’t use it properly because of his super-regeneration ability, the other one wasn’t.
This was the flowering.
Of course, it didn’t work for everyone.
Ordinary people die without being able to endure the process properly, and even fairly strong people end up running out of control forever under the weight of their rapidly strengthened talents.
Like Charlotte, only a very few people out of the very few who can be called the genius of the century just because of their existence can survive.
But Christine’s spirit refused to bloom.
Whereas normally the mind belongs to the soul, Christine’s soul belongs to the mind. And the cause was thanks to a mental state that almost tasted like it.
As a boy, this was the first time he had ever experienced such a situation.
Because of this, in case Christine died like this, she couldn’t even attempt suicide, and she was terrified at the thought that she might have to lose a precious genius.
How much time had passed, Christine slowly opened her eyes. Two black eyes and two yellow eyes faced each other.
Whoa, the boy who let out a sigh of relief was about to ask if he was okay.
“I had a dream.”
“……dream?”
Christine was the first to speak. The voice was steeped in great ecstasy. The yellow pupils were wet with water.
“It was a very long dream.”
Thin fingers gently gripped the boy’s hand.
Then, slowly, he began to dye his eyes. The light disappeared from his yellow eyes, and soggy emotions filled the place.
“But I. No, I found this lamb.”
The boy didn’t know.
“…my god.”
The fact that the soul binding magic did not fail.
