The Rebirth Of The Hero’S Party’S Archmage [EN]: Chapter 220

220.

“– Rin, that’s not how you use magic.”

I, too, initially couldn’t understand the concept of imbuing magic with one’s heart.

Or perhaps, I still don’t.

There were times when Headmaster taught me magic, and even though I thought I had perfectly calculated it, I couldn’t use it.

“– Magic, you see? It’s about putting your heart into it.”

Even now, if I close my eyes, I can almost grasp it, like cherry blossoms blooming profusely in spring, it’s so vividly remembered.

“– It’s not difficult. Slowly, calmly.”

Her scent, her breath, the warmth of her hand overlapping mine, all with a kind smile.

“– Now, would you like to try again?”

That day, half in doubt, I imbued magic with my heart for the first time.

I poured my shy heart, which I could never express in words, into the magic, wanting to please Headmaster.

And that day, magic responded to my life for the first time. The miracle I encountered that day greatly changed my life.

“– See, you can do it, right?”

I confess that the title of the youngest Archmage was not achieved because of my exceptional talent, but was built upon that great teaching.

And I hope that Obin is feeling the light and emotion that I felt that day, just the same.

I hope that Obin, too, has reached a major turning point in his life as a mage with this teaching.

With such prayers, I quietly smiled.

“See, you can do it.”

The light flowing from the flute creates new waves, spreading into the forest.

In the spring, the wind chimes tinkle, and there’s a pleasant fragrance of sunlight falling on my face as I take a nap.

The rounded melody takes shape as clear rays of light, permeating the abyss, nature, and the soul and body, a miraculous atmosphere.

“……?!”

The power of the Heaven-Cleaving Flute, said to contain the voices of the gods by Archmage Leaguewind, overwhelms the abyss.

The twisted and broken skeleton, the primitive human body that had been worn like a husk, melts away. As if caressed by a gentle touch.

Those trapped in the primitive plague collapse one by one above the puddles where the husks have melted away.

“No, how can this be……”

And that power naturally reached Arif Pester, who was on the verge of turning into a primitive.

The force that had been grotesquely twisting his body disappears, and a new, warm vitality makes his body and soul whole.

As Arif blinks in disbelief, Obin, who has stopped playing the flute, jumps into his arms.

“G, gwand, gwandfatherrr……!”

Arif, who was about to hug his grandson, hesitated for a moment and examined his hands, but there was no trace of the plague left.

Setsunen tilted his head, watching Arif hug Obin, whom he thought was dead, and silently shed tears.

Valensidice approached with a somewhat gloomy look.

“I’m still not qualified to be a teacher, Rain Ludwig.”

To think the day would come when I’d hear such a voice from this guy, it’s a long life indeed. I wanted to tease him, but the atmosphere wasn’t right.

“Valensidice, do you think there’s such a thing as a perfect teacher from the start?”

“……!”

“Teaching is also part of learning. You also know what you lack today. So, can’t you guide better next time?”

I’m not qualified to speak like that person yet, and I don’t have the confidence to become like that person even if I live my whole life.

But I still told him that.

Because if I had said that in this situation, Headmaster would have definitely said this.

“So, there’s no need to whine already.”

I smiled, tapping his shoulder with my fist.

A new heart was planted in my life that day 300 years ago, it is the heart of Headmaster Atlante.

I believe that heart continues to lead my path to truth today.

* * *

“The revival of the Primitive Kingdom?”

After a long explanation, the arrogant Jeniaz asked back with a doubtful expression.

“Is that possible?”

“Of course, it’s possible.”

Elamas said, placing his hand on the hero’s forehead and injecting new thoughts.

“The capital of the Solond Kingdom, the Solar City of Vara, was originally the site of the Primitive Kingdom’s capital. To be precise, a new kingdom was built on top of the kingdom buried underground.”

“……!”

“Leaguewind built a kingdom in the middle of the Republic because he was asked by the gods… to suppress the abyss of that kingdom.”

Leaguewind surrounded the Primitive Kingdom with a massive sealing ceremony.

For a long time, Leaguewind’s descendants have guarded this kingdom as guardians of the seal.

The barrier could only be controlled with something called the ‘Great Will,’ which is only inherited by the royal descendants.

“It can’t just be blood, and it can’t be with any relics. Someone in the royal family must truly wish for it to happen.”

So, after all the trouble, he finally placed the young princess, who didn’t even have time to mature, on the throne as a scarecrow.

He also gained the trust of half… or maybe two-thirds of the court officials.

It is impossible for a handful of forces to give proper advice to the princess.

“Everything was going smoothly, but this slightly disrupted my plan.”

Elamas clicked his tongue and roughly grabbed the hero’s forehead as if he was displeased.

“I was going to take care of it myself after everything was over.”

No, there’s no need to get excited.

From the beginning, he didn’t expect anything from humans, even heroes. Those trash-like humans.

The kingdom will soon awaken. That military power will become his own power.

‘And… when the power of Hairkan, the king of the Primitive Kingdom and one of Neigalas’s five vassals, awakens, the power of necromancy will be several times stronger.’

Then, even the dragon race can be completely revived. Right now, his power is weak, and he can only manipulate the body.

“Wouldn’t reviving the Primitive Kingdom to punish the arrogance of humans be a bit of an extreme measure?”

It was Arha (No. 1), Snire, who raised an objection to Elamas’s new world plan.

Elamas was upset that Snire, of all people, was not fully participating in his plan.

Snire was originally a Paladin, a being called a holy knight by humans, who wielded the Holy Spear.

The Paladins who protected the apostles were selected from among the best warriors of the time, and Snire was the one who protected Elamas until the very end.

Paladin.

The culmination of force created by the fairies who rebelled against the dragon race’s treatment of selecting the Fae Querry [a select group of fairies] only from among the insignificant humans.

“There’s no medicine for a mad dog other than a stick. It’s no use doing anything to those guys.”

“…….”

“How many more sacrifices do we have to make for them to come to their senses? How much longer do we have to wait? Do they seem to have matured over the 500 years since they killed my father?”

Elamas’s voice gradually rose.

Before the situation reached its peak, Snire lowered his head as if he had no intention of offending him.

Perhaps he felt a strange tension about the current situation when he was getting upset, Elamas bit his lip.

“I have a bad feeling. I’ve put in years of effort, and I can’t let it collapse. Yes, I can’t let that happen.”

If that mute prince meets the scarecrow princess, everything will be in vain.

The princess followed the prince well, so if the prince tells the princess never to listen to me…….

Just as he shuddered in annoyance, a loud commotion was heard from outside. Palace guards were running around, reporting to their superiors.

“……Hundreds of thousands, maybe even a million people are surrounding the royal capital!”

“If they don’t give us food, we’ll end everything……!”

“……We must hold a royal council immediately. Send people to the officials.”

Heh, the chaos is finally beginning…….

Only then did Elamas smile with satisfaction, clenching the hand where the necromancy was raging.

“Don’t let those guys into this royal capital. Got it? Kill them all. I won’t tolerate any more variables.”

Then, the hero, who had been lying down like a rag, slowly stood up. His eyes were faint and blurry like a doll, and there was no depth of emotion.

“Yes, I will obey.”

* * *

Prince Obin had no time to share a long, tearful reunion with his grandfather.

“All the survivors who can move are flocking to the royal capital.”

So said a young man who had regained his senses from the primitive curse.

“When I was there, there were countless people, but I don’t know what it’s like now… Countless people starved to death because the princess wouldn’t open the gates.”

That’s why the young man sought out this Vanirdo [a village or settlement].

The king lived with all sorts of resentment and complaints, but the queen, who wholeheartedly cared for the people, was loved by them.

But this Vanirdo had already collapsed due to the plague, and…….

“I knew you were alive, Prince Obin. I believed it. You are the son of that queen… The officials say that you abandoned the country and ran away, but….”

The young man grabbed Obin’s hand and murmured blankly.

“My family is in the royal capital. They are all sick and couldn’t come here, so only I came….”

Obin did not slap away his hand as if he was rude or unpleasant.

“They probably already died of the plague there. It’s all over now. It’s over….”

Instead, he held his hand tightly and shook his head resolutely.

“I, it’s nod [not] over. I, I will fix everything again. So don’t worry.”

Something in the prince’s voice and attitude, a warmth reminiscent of the old queen, made tears burst from the young man’s eyes.

“If we pick out the main points from the testimonies of many people.”

Valensidice, who was watching it, stroked his chin with a sigh.

“It means that time is much tighter than expected.”

If the people’s riot is intentional… to gather the last survivors of the kingdom within the influence of the magic circle….

The moment it’s activated, everything ends. Without any time to stop it or weaken it along the way.

Valensidice’s palms were wet with cold sweat.

“There’s no time to wait for Rem and Bart to join us. Even if we head to the kingdom right now, it’s questionable whether we’ll arrive on time.”

Miria also pressed her temples as if she was disappointed.

“Originally, we came to get supplies, but also to get horses…….”

“What’s the point of saying such disappointing things? They say they ate everything in the castle, even the rats, during the long siege. Let’s hurry up and leave instead of grumbling.”

Arif called out to Rain, who was leading the way.

“Wait.”

In his hand was a helm with aristocratic and elegant decorations.

“If you go north from here, you’ll come to the Meia River. You may be outsiders, but you know about the Meia River, right?”

“Of course. It’s famous for the Moon of Creation, Meian, one of the [Twelve Stars], praying to purify the rotten water.”

“If you go up that river, you can get to the royal capital faster than by land. This is the control wheel of our family’s fast ship, ‘Golden Storm,’ it should be docked at the pier.”

“Rain, it’s been so long, will that ship be safe?”

“Don’t worry. There’s a strong barrier, so you can’t sail the ‘Golden Storm’ unless you attach this control wheel.”

The problem was that there were 32 oars.

Less than fifty people in Vanirdo had regained consciousness, and among those fifty, there was no one with the strength to row.

Arif sighed with concern, but Rain and Valensidice exchanged strange smiles.

“Thirty-two, can you do it? Is it too much for you? If it’s too much, just say so. I can’t use telekinesis, but I can help with Bell Querious [Rain’s magical ability].”

“You underestimate me too much.”

As soon as the magic circle shattered from Valensidice’s hand, countless debris floated into the sky, guided by an invisible force.

Telekinesis.

With this power of ability and Valensidice’s outstanding skill, injecting explosive power into the ship with thirty-two oars is no problem.

“I don’t think there’s a problem with the ship, but is it okay for us to leave like this?”

“Vanirdo will not succumb to the plague twice. We can’t do that. This place contains the memories of the Queen and the Prince.”

“Memories… you say.”

In an instant, the scenery that flashed before Rain’s eyes like a spring breeze was the scene of a field of twilight primroses blooming in the twilight.

Lista smiling brightly at me.

I’m going to see you now. If you can really call it you… A bitter smile formed on his lips.

“I’ll put up a barrier for you since I’m worried. It’ll be fine for about two days.”

“I’m indebted to you too much. I’m not even in a position to give you proper thanks….”

“Let’s talk about it after everything is over. But I’m just going to the royal capital for my own business, so you don’t have to worry too much.”

There was an indescribable sorrow in his unusually cheerful voice.

Miria, who was holding Setsunen, who had become sensitive due to the abyss, looked at Rain with concern.

‘If it’s really Rin… right now, that heart must be on the verge of breaking, it’s too painful.’

And the one who saved her sister Millea, who was trapped in that eternal swamp….

“You’re going to save the kingdom with your own hands, Prince.”

Arif grabbed both of Obin’s shoulders for the last time and made eye contact.

“Forgive this incompetent grandfather who cannot go with you. I want to be with you, but I will surely be a burden.”

“It’s okay!”

“The Queen will surely be proud of the Prince’s admirable determination to go to the battlefield for the people in heaven.”

Arif seemed to be calmly distancing himself, but in the end, he hugged Obin tightly and shed tears.

“Ah, gods, why do you place such a cruel burden on such a young child….”

Obin seemed to be crying in his arms, but the prince politely pushed his grandfather away and shook his head.

“It’s nod [not] my duty.”

Smiling brightly.

Even though it’s not a situation where he can smile.

“I pwomised [promised] with Mommy. So it’s okay. It’s nod [not] hard at all. I’ll be back soon, Gwandfather [Grandfather].”

Just like his mother used to do for him, just like Rain had done for Aki during their short journey.

A king is one who becomes the husband of the people, not someone to pour out pain and complaints to, but someone who caresses their pain and comforts their hard work.

Arif had to swallow his sobs of emotion, recalling the voice of his dead daughter.

– Obin will surely become a great king, Father.

Not the status of a prince, but that great heart resonated with the hearts of the people.

Without anyone ordering them, the people of the city were bowing deeply to the back of the prince leaving for Solond.

After taking a breath, a hectic day began with no time to catch his breath.

“Okay, let’s go in one breath. To the Solar City.”