Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 1031

Jutiya’s words, which unhesitatingly revealed the reason for Ars Nova’s destruction.

Immediately after, dark red blood trickled down her lips.

I couldn’t even react to the falling drops of blood.

Because right after a bizarre sound, like something breaking inside Jutiya’s body, her left hand exploded as if it had been blown away.

Boom!!

Flesh, muscles, and nerves were torn apart, causing a severe injury that was crushed on the spot.

Blood poured from the severed wrist as if a faucet had been turned on.

A creepy sense of incongruity, as if forcibly discharging the remaining lifespan from the life tank that was Jutiya Heiberk.

“You…”

Even Lenok’s face hardened for a moment at the sight of the fatal injury.

But Jutiya smiled, her face instantly pale.

“Oh, it actually worked?”

“……”

“I thought my head would have exploded just now.”

Judging by the amount of blood she had lost, there must have been damage to her brain, and her left hand had completely exploded, leaving no remains.

However, even Lenok had to admit that her decision to disregard her life and break the taboo was audacious.

Jutiya, wiping the flowing blood with one hand, spoke as if reviewing her actions.

“I was lucky in many ways. You knew about the taboo, so I chose an appropriate part, and it worked perfectly.”

“…Can you call that lucky?”

“But, I can’t use this twice. It feels like I’m not bypassing the taboo, but using a sacrifice to share the backlash. Next time, it’ll definitely crush my brain.”

The limitation of using Anathema’s remains as a one-time use without processing them.

Was it that Jutiya had instantly grasped the fact that Lenok had learned through Paysha, by using her own body as a test subject?

Seeing her satisfied that it ended cheaply, despite the bleeding that had turned her pale in an instant, Jutiya was not normal either.

Jutiya, standing in front of the silent Lenok, wiped the blood on her cardigan sleeve and smiled.

“Well, was that enough information for you to want to hear right away?”

“……”

The fact that the Black Consumer Project had the same goals as what Ars Nova was ultimately pursuing.

However, while Lenok felt a considerable shock at that fact, he was also naturally accepting it.

Yes, it was strange that the central city was destroyed simply by gathering all the failures of this world.

If the central city was destroyed because the ascension plans of Ars Nova and Balkan were sensitively intertwined, or almost identical, and because one city had to bear all the failures that occurred in both cities.

An inevitable question flowed from Lenok’s mouth as he thought that far.

“If Balkan’s failure led to the destruction of Ars Nova, then you guys lost your home due to external forces.”

“……”

“Even the taboo placed on the project wasn’t originally yours.”

Lenok looked down at Jutiya.

“But you guys don’t seem to have any particular feelings about that.”

If the Black Consumer Project in Balkan led to the destruction of Ars Nova.

And it wouldn’t be strange if the nobles of the central city resented Balkan or those involved in the project.

However, the nobles Lenok had met so far, Jutiya, Thorben, and even Anathema, had not shown any such feelings.

Rather, Jutiya even seemed to be acquainted with Olivier, who was involved in the project, from before.

“Well, I don’t know how to say it.”

Jutiya smiled and covered the severed part of her wrist with one hand.

At that moment, something popped out of thin air, covering her wrist and stopping the bleeding.

“Not everyone born in the great golden land was a blessed being.”

“……”

“Do you want to know why we are still fulfilling our roles even after our home was destroyed?”

Jutiya asked, raising Anathema’s remains in her hand.

“If you use this, you might understand a little.”

Clatter!!

She pushed it into the coffin placed in the center of the chapel and closed the lid with her remaining left hand.

At the same time as the coffin was closed, Cyrus, the undertaker holding a bible in one hand, stood in front of the coffin.

He raised his lifeless hand, like a machine that produces results according to input values, and stroked the coffin.

Baaang!!

At that moment, the sound of a non-existent choir’s trumpet echoed loudly in the air.

A shimmering light, like a heat haze, grew from the bottom of the coffin and began to carry the coffin containing Anathema’s remains out of the church.

The figure of Cyrus, walking with the bible in his hand, in front of the coffin that had begun its procession out of the church.

“Follow me, Kenroe. We’re going to start the funeral now.”

Jutiya, turning around with a pale face, tilted her head.

“If you’re lucky, you might be able to read a glimpse of a dream within Anathema’s karma.”

* * *

Oooooooo!!!

As we stepped out of the church, the blue meadow was already dyed red.

The lycoris radiata [a type of red spider lily, often associated with death and the afterlife], which is said to bloom on the border of hell, was already blooming bright red throughout the magnetic field.

The coffin, wrapped in a hazy heat haze, floated slowly over the red-dyed field.

Pooooooo…

Every time Cyrus, who was at the front, moved his steps, the choir’s trumpet sound stretched out mournfully.

It echoed slowly and distorted, like the groans of the dead.

[Aaaaaaaa……]

From all directions of the meadow covered with lycoris radiata, pale figures rose and approached the coffin.

As if they had only just now recognized Anathema’s death, they silently approached, looked at the coffin, and stood at the back of the procession.

Hundreds of spirits formed a line behind Anathema’s coffin, creating a huge procession.

Magnetic Field Funeral Procession.

The entire area of the undertaker responded to this ritual, changing the environment and moving the scenery.

Lenok and Olivier, standing in the middle of the procession, followed the procession, and Jutiya, standing at the very back, slowly stirred the air.

The actions of a scribe, as if recording and organizing this moment on an invisible screen.

Lenok, who was silently looking at the surrounding scenery, muttered unconsciously.

“Is the entire area functioning only for the requiem of the dead?”

[Cyrus Ardeltio is now a living human being who lives only for that.]

Olivier, who was walking silently beside Lenok, said.

[Accepting the given role, fulfilling its meaning as a cog, and even blowing away the reason for it beyond a distant end…]

“……”

[Even if it is a destiny created by others, by perfectly following it, he obtains a more powerful justification than anything else.]

She muttered, looking at the back of the undertaker, who had suddenly appeared at the head of the procession that had become infinitely long.

[While performing the ritual, he descends to this place as a ‘phenomenon’, and during that time, results that have lost their cause follow.]

“Results that have lost their cause?”

[Yes. For example…]

The entire sky of the magnetic field turned red and slowly rotated.

In the twilight of the sunset that brightly illuminated the field of vision, Olivier turned her gaze.

[In common terms, was it called a ‘dying flashback’?]

Faaaash…!!

The light of the sunset grew even stronger beyond the sky of the area.

The crimson twilight became so intense that even the figure of Olivier standing right next to me could not be recognized.

At some point, it pulled Lenok’s consciousness into a completely different space-time.

“……”

If I wanted to, I could refuse.

I could regain my senses in this place and watch the process of the funeral being completed in reality.

But instead of doing that, Lenok entrusted himself to the gravitational pull of the ritual that was pulling him.

Because he understood why Olivier had just explained this phenomenon to Lenok.

The last of a human being named Armas von Anathema.

The memories of a being who was born in the central city, exiled, and finally fell into the hands of the cult leader and died at the hands of Lenok are here.

The moment Lenok, who understood that, slowly closed his eyes and turned the ritual around.

The scenery inside his eyelids changed, and instead of darkness, a dazzling scene was projected into his mind.

Faaaash…!!!

Golden light overflowing from all directions.

A glorious city beautifully shaped by carving floating stones.

Because the scenery of the ground was not clearly visible with blurred vision, I forced myself to raise my gaze.

A dazzling golden sun shone over the city.

Transport ships that could easily withstand the dark sea were constantly carrying people.

The memories of that day, when they were enjoying the greatest heyday of the continent, yet constantly searching for a better life and ending.

I always loved this great and brilliant city.

[Anathema.]

The heavy amethyst chains rattled as they were tied to both wrists.

A transcendent restraint that binds the manifestation of the subject’s thoughts and mind, and even suppresses their will.

Was it said to be something that was processed and isolated by containing the barrier art of Jintun [a fictional technique or school of magic]?

[The Ascendant Handbook will arrive soon.]

“……”

[I heard it was delayed because they were looking for a proxy to guard the well of the Great Forest. It must have taken preparation to move that heavy body.]

“……”

[Jintun agreed, and Biseok will act as the authority. The Seonjong [a fictional organization or group] is directly in charge of mediation, so there will be no time mismatch.]

Continued silence.

The voice that had been standing silently finally spoke to Anathema.

[With this, you are the last.]

“……”

[In the name of the Council of Destiny, I approve the eternal expulsion of the name Anathema from the world as of today.]

Armas von Anathema.

The memory of the day when Anathema’s name was expelled from the central city and into reality.

Lenok was glimpsing the memories of Ars Nova before it was destroyed.

* * *

It is not the first time for Lenok to glimpse the memories of others.

Although it was not his intention, he had seen the memories of several transcendents while uncovering the secrets of the world.

He had looked into the longings, vows, and wishes of those who sought to save the world, and sometimes even tasted their despair without exception.

Therefore, Lenok was not so surprised by the fact that he was seeing Anathema’s dying flashback-

But he couldn’t help but be surprised by the scenery of the memory he faced as a result.

The central city of Ars Nova, which had already been destroyed as a result of the project.

The memory of the day Anathema was exiled from that city, which was said to have enjoyed the most powerful civilization on the continent.

He never thought that he would face the memory of that day, which seemed to have nothing to do with Lenok himself, at this point.

‘Is this the memory that remained most intensely in Anathema’s mind?’

A dark prison with a blurry view of the scenery outside the window.

A young man with blue hair, his head bowed, with his wrists bound by amethyst chains.

I can guess why Anathema’s memory started from here.

Perhaps it is because this is the moment that he has looked back on and reminisced about the most throughout his life.

The memory of the days that Armas von Anathema, as a being, considered the most painful and pondered over.

‘I never thought I would be able to look back at Ars Nova before its destruction in this way…’

Lenok, who was watching him from beside Anathema, turned his gaze out of the prison and clicked his tongue.

Because the scenery of Ars Nova visible through the bars was blurred like a mosaic.

It is not because Lenok’s perception or cognitive abilities are inferior to Anathema’s memory.

It must be the influence of Anathema, who was imprisoned in the prison at the time, being so out of his mind that he could not pay attention to the scenery outside.

‘……’

A sense of remoteness, as if stealing a glimpse of a golden barley field from the distant horizon.

But even with the blurry shapes, I can guess how powerful a civilization Ars Nova had built.

Blurred images of very large structures densely lined up in every visible space.

Something golden was everywhere from one end of the horizon to the other, soaring as if piercing the sky.

The central city that tried to explore even the sea outside the world, beyond the sky and the ground, time and space.

Is it more majestic because it is not clearly visible, or am I being overwhelmed just by seeing a fragment of reality?

The moment Lenok was lost in thought while thinking about that.

Whirr!!

The golden city that had been visible through the window suddenly changed to a gloomy purple sky.

‘……?’

A strong sense of incongruity, as if the screen had been replaced entirely on the spot.

At the same time, a soft female voice echoed from beyond the window frame.

“The handbook was too late, so I had no choice but to use my spirit language.”

“……”

“If we don’t meet the deadline, the procedures we’ve prepared will be useless. Please understand.”

A soft tone, as if coaxing a child. A voice with a clear resonance like the sound of a bell.

But the tone was as coercive as if it would not allow refusal.

A being that contained the contradiction of simultaneously containing consideration and coercion in one word.

An overwhelming sense of intimidation that could not be hidden even within the cross-section of memory.

‘This is…’

A white-haired woman wearing a wide, ornate robe shook her head with a smile.

She looked like an old woman with the passage of time, but there was not a single wrinkle on her face.

A low, sunken answer flowed from Anathema’s mouth as he slowly raised his gaze.

“…Jinwa.”