Seal (1)
It was an instant to lose consciousness.
It wasn’t a warm feeling or a cold feeling right after that, but I had no choice but to come to my senses forcibly in the intense heat.
As if it was all a fleeting dream, everything came back to reality the moment I came to my senses without having to prepare my mind like Ariel.
In front of my eyes, there is still a crazy wizard spewing flames, and the dwarves below me are pulling the chain that I pulled from my body, saying that they will give their lives to fix the situation. Besides, that is also a problem.
I slightly turned my head and looked at a tree that grew taller than the others behind me.
This dwarf god, he even thought that he could solve the situation by just using the tree and the wizard, but he didn’t know the specific method, so he didn’t run away while directing a trumpet?
Obviously, it seemed easy when I said it, but when I came back to reality and had to put it into practice, I was dumbfounded.
First of all, you have to keep holding on to this wizard, you have to convince the dwarves to take over the leadership of the sealing magic, and then you have to touch the tree to infuse divine power and implement a new magic magic…
For a moment, I wondered if it would be better to run away now.
Perhaps if I had been in this situation right after my previous life, I would have run away without even looking back. Although these are all meaningless assumptions now.
“Protect all dwarves! Never back down!”
Hearing the familiar sound, he looked down and saw that the golems raised by the mage were about to attack the virtually defenseless dwarves, and the imperial knights, led by the princess, were doing their best to stop them.
Next to him, I could see Celia, who had followed me up to this situation and, unexpectedly, was doing her part, and a little further beside me, I could see the figures of the Dwarf Saint and Knight Commander who were doing useless things and putting me in trouble.
As I looked at them, the images of the dead I saw in the church also passed faintly. And beyond all of them, the image of the Dwarf god engulfed in flames overlapped.
…It would have been better if it was a futile production to run away from the spot in order to leave the details to me.
I got out of my thoughts and once again thought about what I had to do and cleared my mind.
To run away from here, there are too many ties that can hold onto me before I know it.
It’s about preventing two catastrophes that could destroy the world at the same time.
“Vetura-sama and all the Dwarves!”
I began to draw the attention of the dwarves by infusing more holy power into the barrier that was still blocking my breath and raising my voice so that everyone in the room could hear it.
It was natural for the dwarves, who were focusing their eyes on the hostile mage right in front of me, to turn their eyes to me.
“I have a way! A way to solve this without all of you dying!”
I could immediately feel the dwarves’ agitation at my words.
Yes, no matter how prepared for death and the decision to sacrifice one’s life for one’s convictions, no one wants to die.
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Perhaps reflecting the agitation, the chain that bound the wizard loosened a little, and the wizard bound by the chain began to riot again.
“What are you doing! Don’t let go of your tension!”
And at the saint’s scolding, who quickly noticed it, the chain that restrained the wizard was finally stabilized.
“Saint Ronan. It is shameless to ask for your devotion more than this. Let us put an end to our mistakes.”
Subsequently, the saint began to express his disapproval of my words, perhaps because he did not want to take the risk.
This time, the dwarf god suddenly disappeared and I felt like I was about to sigh when I saw the stubborn saint, perhaps because he didn’t give me a word to follow my will.
By the way, I’m going to save you, but would it be okay if I calmly accepted it?
It’s not that I don’t understand why the saints feel responsible for this situation, and that they want to put an end to this situation with their own lives without having to risk it by trying other methods…
I can’t help it. It’s all because of that old man, Kalyul, who disappeared without a last word.
If you have any complaints, come and ask me directly.
There were limited ways to persuade the Dwarves, including the Dwarf Saints, who had opposing opinions in a situation where time was tight and there was no room for it.
“This is the method that Calliul taught me!”
Well, I finally went beyond impersonating Orion and started impersonating Calliul.
But it’s true that I met Kaliul, and it’s true that I heard about the solution, and it’s also true that Kaliul doesn’t want the dwarves to die… After all, isn’t this an impersonation?
Perhaps it was an unexpected comment, there was no reply from the saint for a while.
“So… you mean you received a revelation from Lord Kaliul?”
It’s absurd. Why do you have to make a revelation to a human saint when the dwarf saint is alive and well?
“You asked me to stop Betura-nim and the other Dwarves from doing something reckless. You said that wasn’t the best option.”
I didn’t exactly say that, but let’s correct that part in moderation so that the saint will change his mind.
“Calliul-nim…”
“Betura-sama said that. Even if you feel unreasonable, believing in it is faith. I don’t think so.”
From the point of view of the traditional clergy, that may be correct. Besides, since God exists here, there is a tendency to believe that if the path is wrong, God will take care of it, so it will be more severe.
To add my honest feelings, it’s a mindset I welcome. The more people with that mindset, the more helpful it is to me.
But right now, persuading the saint is urgent, so let’s do it first.
“No one knows whether there will be a better way beyond the path I chose to obey as if I resignedly thinking that there might be something I don’t know, even beyond the path I chose because I thought this was the best. And faith is the direction to go even while exploring all those paths. It is to be a guide not to lose oneself, not to be an excuse for the path I have chosen.”
There is no law that the path going forward with only one thought of blindly believing in God will be the right one.
Seeing that Kaliul immediately tried to save the dwarves by borrowing my hand in the rapidly changing situation and disappeared in an unknown flame, it was clear that the gods could not count everything and arrange it.
“Betura-sama, why did Calliul-sama tell me these things instead of Vetura-sama?”
Well, maybe it’s because it’s impossible for a normal saint to stay in the realm of a god for a long time like the elven queen, but I pretended that the act had a deep meaning to enlighten the saint.
“What Betura-sama is doing now is not taking responsibility for the past mistakes. It is an act of giving up on everyone right now. Are the lives of the Dwarves who believe in you and follow you so light? Even if everyone says this is the best, at least Betura. Nimman must try to keep them alive until the end!”
In moderation, all of this set the tone for Kaliul’s arrangement to teach you, and now he’s taking the lives of other dwarves hostage for further shaking.
If it were to sacrifice one’s own life, then as long as the saint was a proper person, all the dwarves in this place could not help but feel some sense of responsibility for sacrificing their lives along with him.
I really stimulated that part.
“Are my actions… just giving up?”
As I intended, the saint looked around with a trembling voice as if shaking terribly.
And I don’t know if I should call it good timing or bad timing, but just in time, one of the dwarves who was maintaining the sealing spell near the saint collapsed.
It must have been that the divine power that went into maintaining that holy magic was not formidable.
“Vetura-nim! There’s no time!”
Of course, it is true that there is really no time, but more than that, it was the best to create a sense of urgency about the situation.
And the saint’s head must be complicated right now.
Risking his own life and the lives of the dwarves, how long did he weigh himself? And at the end of that long weighing, he made a tearful decision, but the god he served his whole life wasn’t the best. Through the mouth of a saint from a different race.
To make matters worse, what if the saint from that foreign country gave a long speech, stimulating his religious view and sense of responsibility for his subordinates, and his subordinates even collapsed at the right timing?
Ooh, I’m all breaking out in a cold sweat.
…Oh, is this not an imaginary cold sweat, but real sweat flowing from the heat of the wizard’s breath in front of me?
Come to think of it, if the dwarves start to fall down one by one like that, the mage I’m dealing with would be at full power right away. This was my most urgent situation.
Hey, I’m sorry I’ve been busy with my head for a while, but can you make a decision sooner rather than later?
“Vetura-sama!”
Originally, when it was like this, it was the standard not to provoke the other person by pressing on, but I raised my voice because I thought I would reach my limit first before persuading the dwarves if I stayed calm like this.
“…I see. What can I do?”
Fortunately, a positive response came back from the saint to see how effective my earnest voice was.
“Please hand over the chains they are carrying to me!”
I don’t know if that’s going to happen, but since the dwarf god said it for granted, the dwarves must know how to do it.
“What is that… This spell magic is composed of the holy power of the Dwarves. Saint Ronan, it’s not an aura that you can handle.”
It’s an issue that was discussed a long time ago while dealing with demon power in the Elf Sun, right?
“Besides, the sealing technique that lost its pivot will soon disappear… Are you really going to bear the pivot of all these seals yourself? That…I can’t accept that. Are you saying that we should sacrifice your life to live?”
They seemed to know roughly what they were imagining. If I said that I would take over and use the holy magic that they also risked their lives for, then I had no choice but to think that way naturally.
“No. I’m going to use that tree. I don’t have time for a long explanation, but please trust me. No more people will die today, including myself.”
In the first place, as I told Kalyul, I am a person who had the idea of dying together in order to achieve world peace by giving my life.
There was no way I could dedicate myself to sealing that wizard.
I can’t say this far, but I hope my true feelings are conveyed. Strangely, whenever I convey my true feelings, people around me tend to distort it and accept it.
“All Dwarves, hand over the initiative of the Cross-Sealing Castle Law to Saint Ronan.”
It was successful. After the words of the saint, the rays of light that rose from the bodies of the dwarves began to gather towards me.
And the dozens of chains from the beam of light were still hanging on the wizard, but thanks to the void created by the disappearance of the dwarves supporting the chains from below, the wizard regained his composure for a while.
Kwaalalaaa!
I don’t even use human words anymore.
The sorceress stopped breathing on me and soared higher to free herself from the chains.
I grabbed the cluster of lights gathered in front of me while watching the wizard.
The holy man’s words that he couldn’t handle it because it was composed of the holy power of the dwarves made no sense, but as if he had been able to handle it from the beginning, it naturally blended with my holy power and began to obey my will.
As soon as I felt something in my body engage with a halo of light…
Boooung
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And thanks to my grasp of the halo, I began to be pulled by the wizard’s power rising toward the sky.
It’s crazy, so stop running wild!
When I came to my senses and stopped on the spot, the wizard stopped flying and stopped.
As if I hadn’t felt my weight at all, I was bizarrely powerless for flying.
The chain strangely feels brighter than before. Is that because of that?
I tried to move a few more times, but when it didn’t work out, I turned my gaze back to me, who was holding the chain again.
[How on earth can a single human possess such absurd power… is it really human?]
The magician, who now had a strange communication system that seemed to resonate in his head rather than a voice coming out of his mouth, looked at me and said in disbelief.
Instead of saying useless words to the wizard, I lowered my altitude and started moving towards the tree.
And the wizard continued to try to escape from the chain as if he was afraid of something, but unlike before, he couldn’t use much force and began to be pulled as I approached the tree.
[Nonsense!]
The wizard screamed as if he couldn’t accept the situation, but soon changed his strategy and started flying toward me.
Now that this has happened, it seemed that they were planning to dispose of me and break free from the chains.
It was already a long overdue decision.
I had already arrived at the tree and was bringing the chain I was holding onto the tree and imbuing it with divine power. It was a tense situation, but it was not difficult at all to recall the clear image the dwarf god had spoken about.
A huge tree that seems to have a story that exists in the academy, and a dragon and a labyrinth sealed under it.
Is there any need to make an effort to come up with an image of this? If the academy appeared, wouldn’t it be one of the saddest stories to miss?
Perhaps, if this academy remains after so many years, maybe if someone’s story worthy of a certain protagonist begins there, it might be the story they will experience.
I fall for such useless sentiments.
[What are you doing…!]
Before the sorcerer, stunned, interrupted my actions.
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Light began to emanate from the chains as if bursting, and the wizard and I were swallowed up in the light.
