The Rebirth Of The Hero’S Party’S Archmage [EN]: Chapter 212

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“Rin, where are you going? Rin!”

I ignored the Head Disciple’s call and hurried out of the Magic Tower.

I mustn’t meet him.

I can’t meet him.

That connection was buried in the world of 300 years ago. If I meet him again now, I’ll start to think.

That I want to stay in this fake world. The moment I think that, everything will be over.

I need to hide somewhere until Valencidi helps me, or find a way to escape on my own.

“Dean!”

“Dean, Auntie!”

“Look who’s here!”

Just as I was about to go through the gate, a refreshing autumn breeze caressed my cheek.

‘Ah.’

In the darkness of the night, the pine forest surrounding the Magic Tower rustled with a clear sound.

‘No.’

A shiver ran down my spine. My heart wouldn’t calm down.

Not since I saw him walking along the forest path leading to the Magic Tower.

“Why are these guys making such a fuss at night instead of sleeping? If you put this much effort into solving math problems, then…”

How many times have I dreamed of this?

So many times.

I had so much to say on this day when I met you again, but I couldn’t think of anything.

Damn it, I shouldn’t say anything. I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.

“Um…”

Have the winds of time etched themselves a little more on your face? Did you suffer because of me going to the battlefield?

The wrinkles that lingered on your face have deepened, and your soft hair is streaked with gray.

But still, even so, I could recognize you at once. There was no way I couldn’t.

“Dean Auntie.”

Before my consciousness could control my subconscious, my subconscious, wanting to stay here, wanting to return here, was controlling my body.

“I, I’m back.”

* * *

“He’s not waking up…”

Miria gasped, her breath tight.

Serescia’s fabric was rapidly thinning, and its fiery interior was beginning to show through.

‘How.’

Serescia, sensing the wearer’s crisis, repeatedly blasted flames into subspace, but this wasn’t an attack.

‘What am I supposed to do?’

It’s a self-purification process stemming from the Yeouiju [a mythical wish-granting orb] trying to cleanse the abyss within the body.

“BaHaaaa…”

“Sheeeee…”

The flames had already devoured her hands and forearms and were climbing up to her upper arms.

If left unchecked, the flames would eventually reach her heart…

But I couldn’t just keep waking him up.

“Aki!”

Milia gripped the Demon Sword with both hands, wary of the primitives surrounding them, waiting for a chance to attack.

“Wake that idiot up with Nene, got it? Until he wakes up!”

Aki nodded, adding force to the jaws that were tearing at Rein’s head, Kuaang.

What simple-mindedness!

As blood flowed from the fangs embedded in his scalp, the Black Sheep Rin, which had been pulled out of Serescia when Miria shook his collar earlier, pulsed softly.

“Aru?”

Did that light give some kind of revelation to his heart? Setsunen suddenly seemed possessed and loosened Serescia’s front.

Then, he put his head and hands into Serescia’s subspace pocket and struggled, eventually pulling out an old bamboo hat.

That bamboo hat, the treasure that the boy cherished more than any treasure in this world, began to scatter light as if resonating with the Black Sheep Rin.

* * *

In the silence as if time had stopped, Dean Auntie just stared at me without a word.

‘It’s over.’

With the full moon on her shoulders, her face was shadowed, but the changes in the emotions in her eyes were strangely clear.

‘I said I wanted to stay in this world. Now my soul is being eroded.’

She seemed overjoyed, then loving, then changed to a smile tinged with poignant sadness.

“Rin, is this really where you need to return?”

What does that mean?

Did you not want me to come back? The students looked back and forth between us with bewildered eyes, wondering if you had such thoughts.

“Dean Auntie, what’s wrong?”

“It’s Rin, Rin! The Rin you’ve been waiting for every day!”

“Are you shy? Let’s give you some space!”

Suddenly.

In those eyes that comforted and taught me in my childhood, in that voice that encouraged and led my way.

Something in my chest became unbearably hot. Startled, I groped my chest, and a sacred object that hadn’t been there until just now had appeared.

“…Black Sheep Rin?”

The moment I recited that name.

A sense of reality that I can’t explain, like a dam of memories bursting, poured into my brain.

[The daily life with the Ludwig family.]

[The days of laughing with the colleagues of .]

[Alakish, whom I met in Harvadonia. Aki, whom he entrusted to me.]

It was a memory newly built in the years 300 years from now.

It was a past that was created in a time when Dean Auntie and the students could not exist.

The only thing that these absurd images point to is one, only one, barely one, just one, but it is too painful to admit.

“That’s right…”

I pressed the fist against my chest, which had begun to throb as if it would burst.

I couldn’t come back here.

I said I would come back, but there is no way to return to this era 300 years ago. If I had really come back, Toureina would have been by my side.

– Master!

I had to go back.

I wanted to come back.

Ah, how wonderful would it be if this were really my reality.

So my subconscious chose to give up the future and stay in obsession forever.

“Go now.”

But you wouldn’t allow it. Not myself, but my teacher.

“To the people who are waiting for you.”

Even if this is really an obsession stemming from my own desires.

My teacher wasn’t the type of person who would hold me back with sweet words.

You were always like that.

“Go to the future.”

The moment we exchanged bitter smiles, smiles that had become so much like her.

The dragon’s fire engulfed my whole body.

Before the students could exclaim in surprise, the fire subsided. After burning away the body of the past.

“Du, transformation?”

“Rin has turned into an ultra-handsome flower boy!”

“Who are you? Where’s Rin?”

My eye level has risen a lot.

Perhaps the way I look to the students now is the way Rein Ludwig looked in the mirror earlier.

Even so, Dean Auntie’s eyes looking at me were the same. Just loving eyes.

I can recognize the emotions in those eyes thanks to the days I spent with Aki.

“I’ll go again, Auntie.”

I lowered my gaze sadly and said so with a bitter smile.

“I probably won’t be able to come back this time.”

What is it that makes me so shy again?

I should say it.

I have to say it.

I have to say the words that I couldn’t say that day 300 years ago.

“So don’t wait.”

Since I was reborn, no, I didn’t have the courage to express the feelings I had held in my heart for 5 years.

No, it’s not that I don’t have the courage.

It’s because this world is fake. It’s because it’s a world that my obsession has created in vain. So there’s no need to say it, right?

“Then…”

I turned towards the Magic Tower, which had begun to break into particles, starting from that night sky. I couldn’t look at the faces of my old family any longer.

If I did, I felt like I would never be able to escape this dream.

That thought, that conviction that this is a dream, was cracked by two events.

‘It’s hot.’

The Black Sheep Rin hanging on my chest was emitting an unprecedented heat. I could feel Karenden whispering directly into my soul.

Now is the only time.

The time to connect the bonds of fate that you couldn’t connect in your old life… and.

“Rin.”

If it were Dean Auntie in my mind, she would have sent me to the future cheerfully so that I wouldn’t hesitate like this.

“You were the pride of my life.”

It was at that moment that I knew.

This is not a dream. A reunion that could never have been achieved, an impossible meeting beyond the walls of 300 years of time and space.

Karenden opened a small passage in that wall and allowed me this moment of reunion. That it was briefly connected in this moment.

– The place where you should be is not here.

– Your name is Rin, and it will be remembered like a spring breeze in this world.

– Rin, come here.

– Rin, magic is about putting your heart into it. Try it. Then the magic will respond to your heart.

– Rin, the sun in the south is very hot. This bamboo hat will help.

Even if, for example.

Even if this is just my delusion and wish, I can’t control the tears that are welling up in my eyes now.

“Atlantis, Teacher…”

I pull out a voice from my lungs filled with tears.

“I will cherish the love that took me in when I had nothing, gave me a name, and raised me until the day I die…”

Turning around at the same time, kneeling on the ground, and placing my head on my hands on the ground.

“I was so happy to be able to receive teachings from my teacher…”

Always, always, always.

The regret that remained in the depths of my soul, the resentment that had been built up.

The words I should have said that day when I left the Magic Tower.

“Please don’t forgive this incompetent disciple who couldn’t keep even one promise…”

As I said those words, I placed my head on the ground three times.

Once was a bow to Atlantis, my teacher, who had bestowed upon me a grace that I could never repay.

Another was a greeting to the students who treated me, an orphan, like a real family.

And the last one was a prayer to Karenden, who allowed this meeting outside of providence.

“Please, live a long and healthy life…”

* * *

“He’s incredibly skilled for a human?”

A clash of powerful energy in the sky, a swirling storm.

Valencidi was blown backwards by the sound blade that popped out of the storm, barely clinging to the ground of five lines of melody.

He had been continuing a precarious match with a narrow margin, but in the end, it was Valencidi who would reach his limit.

“But what’s the point of a lower race that can only use inferior versions of magic or spells being a little stronger?”

One 5-star magic that can be used at high speed, and two 5-star spells.

But all of them use the forbidden Orbius, so the aftermath is great. I can’t use it in this situation where there are civilians full below.

That means I can’t use the decisive blow to break the sound barrier that Ruelleya has spread around her.

“Valen, Valen, Valen.”

Since there is a barrier, Pipi can’t do anything either… and above all, Valencidi can only use one hand.

‘It’s really annoying.’

I had to hold the prince with my left hand, so the current situation was like fighting with luggage.

“Hmm, are you going to make excuses that you couldn’t fight properly because of that?”

At that moment, Ruelleya’s eyes changed when she recognized Obin’s identity.

“What is that, is he alive?”

Even if I used a counter-attack technique, it wasn’t enough to deceive a skilled person, and above all, I couldn’t help but recognize the necklace around his neck.

“That’s why you can’t trust humans.”

Ruelleya roughly plucked the strings of the water-gold harp. Along with the grating noise, semi-transparent awls of melody rained down.

I opened a gap in time and space with Kashasur to block them all.

“You thought I did?”

Ruelleya’s true intention was elsewhere.

One awl was deeply embedded in the demon’s hand and exploded, scattering the demon’s hand. Obin’s body, which he was holding with that hand, began to fall.

At this height, he will most likely die instantly, and even if he survives by luck, he will be eaten by the primitives.

‘But if I throw myself to save that.’

She’ll aim for that gap and pour out attacks, isn’t that just falling for the opponent’s aim?

– Take a disciple, Valencidi.

I was sure he was lost in such agony, but his body reacted faster than his head.

Did he think that if he followed those words, he would get something that guy had?

As soon as a sense of floating close to powerlessness enveloped his body, Ruelleya’s laughter was heard.

“I guess you can call this killing two birds with one stone!”

An elegant yet eerie performance, even without looking back, I could tell that a huge torrent of power was pouring down from above.

Just as I barely reached out my hand to snatch the prince, just as I was belatedly building magic to cushion the impact and spells to defend against the attack.

Just when I thought everything was a beat late, white lightning dominated my vision.

‘What…?’

Countless, countless, countless lightning bolts burst from all directions, from impossible angles, suppressing the area.

That is a chain.

Only after the flash had cleared could I barely discern the outline of the chain of lightning, emitting radiance.

‘He built up such powerful power in an instant…?’

The dragon’s lightning that bound all the rampaging primitives and instantly eliminated Ruelleya’s confident blow.

Jeoseosweran Yeon: Lightning Style.

‘What the hell is this presence…’

Primal fear stirred a violent pounding in Ruelleya’s heart. Cold sweat formed on her back and forehead.

An absolute aura that threatens the lives of others with just its energy, which I have only felt a few times when Elamas expressed his anger, as if my whole body was being crushed and crushed by a huge load.

“Thanks to you, I had a good dream.”

A magician loosening the joints of his body with a dazzling gauntlet as if weaving each crystal of current.

The dignity of moving alone in a world of silence where everything feels bound and stopped by chains is…

Perhaps because of the baby dragon still tearing at his head, and because of the blood flowing down, it looked a little, no, a lot… faded.

“It’s not much of a reward, but I’ll send you off without pain.”