All-Master Player Of The Academy [EN]: Chapter 296

148. Side Story – Same Life, Different Perspective – 2

Time passed.

Kirke, sweeping the yard with a broom, watched Keltud.

A powerful monster named Mung-Mung.

Set and Keltud, who could even speak human language, were having a serious conversation.

Set, who would bare his teeth at her, was always like a gentle lamb to Keltud.

She couldn’t understand that.

‘Could I understand if I connected to the Truth…?’

In the past.

She hadn’t connected to the Truth since the day she brought down the god.

Because he told her not to.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind if she resisted his orders and even liked it, but connecting to the Truth was different.

He told her not to.

That if she kept connecting, she would become a slave to the Truth.

But lately, she had been very drawn to connecting with the Truth.

She wondered if the power of the Truth could help her understand Keltud even a little.

While she was hesitating, Keltud stood up.

“We have a guest.”

“We shouldn’t have any guests today, though?”

Kirke was puzzled, but Keltud shook his head.

“From the village.”

“Excuse me? How do you know that?”

“I used Clairvoyance [the ability to perceive events or objects beyond the range of normal senses]. It’s a skill you can use too, so study it.”

“I understand. But what kind of guest is it?”

To her curiosity, Keltud said calmly.

“The Crown Prince of the Olaf Kingdom has come to propose to you.”

As Keltud said, after a few hours, a group approached his house in the Great Forest.

A handsome young man with beautiful golden hair like melted gold and blue eyes.

As he and his many attendants came to the house, Keltud greeted them with a smile.

“Welcome, Owen.”

“It’s been a while, Sage.”

The golden-haired handsome young man.

Olaf’s Crown Prince Owen greeted Keltud politely.

Kirke, who was standing behind Keltud, was puzzled.

“Master, did you know him before?”

“I helped him out once before.”

“Master did?”

“Yeah. He was almost killed by assassins. I went out for a bit a while ago, remember? I went out to take care of that.”

Kirke nodded.

After the fight with Seraphis, Keltud had been going out steadily.

Sometimes he would come back in a day, and sometimes he would be away from home for months.

“I helped him out back then.”

Kirke stared at Owen.

He smiled at her gaze.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. The Great Witch was also saved by the Sage, right? Then I can see you as my senior. Nice to meet you.”

“Yes, nice to meet you too.”

As they greeted each other politely, Keltud opened the door.

“Instead of standing here, let’s go inside.”

“Ah, Sage. The reason I came is not only for the proposal, but…”

“I know. So let’s go in and talk.”

As he turned around and went inside, Owen shrugged.

And after telling the attendants behind him to wait, he smiled at Kirke.

“The Sage is always like that.”

“He is.”

“But somehow, it seems like the Great Witch doesn’t like me.”

“It’s just your imagination.”

As she went inside with a bright, flower-like smile, Owen gave a bitter smile.

Owen, who came into the small house, looked around.

‘It’s small.’

‘It’s too small for a house where a Sage and a Great Witch live.’

‘But it looks very cozy.’

“So? I know why you came, but I’ll ask anyway. Why did you come?”

As he said nonchalantly, Owen took a sip of tea and smiled.

“I came to propose to the Great Witch.”

“Then do it.”

“Yes. Kirke, will you marry me?”

It’s a very unromantic proposal.

Enough to know that the proposal is not the real purpose of coming here.

So Kirke answered calmly.

“A prince should be with a princess. A witch is in a position to harass the princess.”

“That’s true, but I like witches more.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I decline. There will be someone better for Prince Owen.”

Besides, how could she accept such a proposal when they met for the first time today?

When she refused, Owen smiled as if he knew it would happen.

“I would like to bring the Great Witch and the Sage, who is the witch’s guardian, to my castle.”

“…Hmm.”

“How is it? Rather than serving here, it might be better for the Great Witch to serve in a larger, better castle with many servants serving the Sage.”

‘As expected.’

‘He came to propose, but in reality, it seems to be to serve Keltud.’

Kirke looked at Keltud.

‘He couldn’t not know this.’

‘Why is he staying still?’

Her head became complicated, and she sighed heavily.

“I still refuse. I have to serve my master.”

Kirke, who stood up, said firmly.

“Because those who don’t understand my master can’t serve him.”

“Is that so… If you say so, I can’t help it. I’ll be rejected too.”

Owen, who looked relieved for some reason, greeted Keltud, who was watching from behind.

And as he was leaving the house, he stopped and turned his head slightly.

His gaze was fixed on Kirke.

“But in my opinion, it seems like Kirke doesn’t understand the Sage either.”

At his words, she felt a heaviness in one corner of her heart.

Owen left, and the next day.

Keltud left the Great Forest, saying he had something to do.

Kirke, who was left alone at home doing housework, clenched her fist tightly.

Owen’s words bothered her.

And, the things she had been thinking about so far bothered her.

Serving Keltud but not being able to understand him.

Isn’t that the same as leaving him alone?

She didn’t like that.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Stupid witch. What are you thinking so hard about?”

“Don’t mind me.”

“All you’re thinking about is the Great Sage, right?”

At the blatant mockery, Kirke picked up the broom.

Seeing that, Mung-Mung laughed coldly.

“He can understand a monster like me better than a human like you. So don’t even think about becoming his understander.”

“…Don’t be ridiculous.”

‘I can’t be?’

‘I can’t do it?’

Kirke glared at him and bared her teeth.

“I can do it too.”

So she closed her eyes.

To do what he told her not to do.

She closed her eyes to connect to the Truth.

“Ah…”

Numerous knowledge and information poured in.

Then, things that should not be seen and things that should not be heard began to appear again.

“Ah… Ah ah… Ah…”

The moment Kirke grabbed her head in pain.

“I told you not to do this.”

She slowly opened her eyes and smiled at the touch of a hand stroking her head.

“Welcome back… Master…?”

Keltud clicked his tongue briefly at her.

“Anyway, you never listen.”

“Hehe… Isn’t that what you want, Master?”

At her words, Keltud shrugged.

“I guess so.”

* * *

Connecting to the Truth is never easy.

Because the more you connect to the Truth, the more alien you become.

The side effects were bound to be painful.

But Kirke endured it.

To become Keltud’s understander.

-Clang!

Kirke, who was doing the dishes, dropped a plate.

An unknown black energy was rippling from the destroyed plate.

“Are you okay?”

Keltud, who was sitting at the table sipping tea, asked, and Kirke forced a smile.

“I’m fine.”

“Really? You don’t look fine to me.”

She didn’t answer and lightly flicked her fingers.

Was it because she connected to the Truth?

She used telekinesis [moving objects with your mind] with almost no magic power.

Kirke, who completely annihilated the fragments of the plate with telekinesis, sat down in front of Keltud after finishing the dishes again.

“Is the tea good?”

“It’s good. Give me another cup.”

“Yes.”

As he was satisfied with the taste of the tea, Kirke smiled and prepared the tea again.

Then she stopped for a moment.

Red blood was flowing from the teapot.

“Ugh.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head.

The color of the water was back to normal.

‘It’s a hallucination.’

As she sighed, Keltud smiled.

“You still look tired?”

“I. Am. Fine.”

She said each word clearly and skillfully poured the tea.

‘It’s just a hallucination and auditory hallucination.’

As she handed out the teacup, Keltud sipped the tea and said.

“It’s just the beginning. Tell me anytime if it’s hard.”

“It’s not hard.”

Kirke, who was sitting in front of him, smiled.

“It wouldn’t be harder than my master, who is not understood by anyone.”

Facing her soft smile, Keltud didn’t say anything.

So time passed.

Living while connected to the Truth is never something you can adapt to.

Nevertheless, Kirke did not disconnect from the Truth.

The reason was simple.

From the moment she was connected to the numerous information and knowledge, she began to understand Keltud’s actions little by little.

For example, that.

Kirke looked at Keltud, who was sitting strangely in the center of the garden.

She couldn’t understand him always sitting and closing his eyes to sleep.

‘Shouldn’t people normally lie down to sleep?’

‘Can he relieve his fatigue just by sitting like that?’

There were no such questions now.

As a result of connecting to the Truth, there was something called Zazen [a meditative discipline] among the training methods in ancient times.

A person with excellent skills could recover all fatigue just by sitting in Zazen, and that was what Keltud was doing.

Besides.

Keltud’s powers that even she couldn’t understand until now.

For example, Clairvoyance or how to subdue the monster Mung-Mung.

All of those things began to be understood little by little.

She was happy about that.

“…Krrr…”

Mung-Mung staggered towards the garden.

Seeing that, Kirke smiled.

“Mung-Mung. What’s wrong?”

“…Krrr. There are two monsters now.”

Kirke, who was looking at Keltud, shook her head at his words.

“Monster?”

Then Keltud, who had been closing his eyes, opened his mouth.

“Give up anytime if it’s hard.”

At his words, Kirke smiled.

‘It’s okay.’

She doesn’t care about the monster whispering death in her ear.

She doesn’t care about the old woman strangling herself in front of her eyes.

Because there is only one important thing.

So time flows again.

It’s already been 30 years since she served Keltud.

There have been so many things that are hard to say during that time.

She was turning over her diary one by one.

Then she heard the sound of flapping wings.

Hearing that, Kirke quickly went outside.

Keltud was getting off Mung-Mung’s back.

“Have you arrived? Did things go well?”

“Yeah. Mung-Mung. Go hunt. It seems like monsters are rampaging inside while you’re gone.”

“Krrr. Yes.”

Mung-Mung, who flew into the sky, heads towards the inside of the Great Forest.

Keltud, who was watching that, looked at Kirke up and down.

“Why are you doing that?”

“You seem to be getting old?”

“I’m maintaining my youth with Juansul [a technique to preserve youth].”

“Your soul is getting old. Juansul can’t handle the soul. I can give you proper immortality.”

But Kirke shook her head.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but give up.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Really? Then do whatever you want.”

Keltud answered curtly and went inside.