Chapter 90.1: Ruins of Cabolissa (4) ! Thank you to Little Mermaid for the donation! ^^
After regaining her consciousness, it felt like the atmosphere around Asher changed a little. It’s like it became calmer or something.
I didn’t know if it was because she had reached level 90 or because she had a big change of heart during the ordeal.
At least it didn’t seem like it was going in a bad direction, so I was a little relieved.
– Since both of them escaped from the illusion, the ordeal is now over.
The guide said so and moved to one side.
It was a wall with nothing blocked, but as soon as the guy created magic and seemed to do something, a change appeared.
Coo goo.
The wall cracked and slowly opened on both sides.
Asher and I looked at the scene revealed within.
There was a magic circle at the end of the short passage, and a staff was embedded in the middle.
A space that I once saw while playing the game.
A space that would be a major turning point for Asher.
Recalling that faint scene in my memory, I felt a little strange.
– Since you passed the ordeal you deserve to be rewarded accordingly.
I knew what the price was, so I didn’t bother to ask.
I glanced at Asher and followed the guide toward the staff.
Asher also followed me with a questioning look.
– Alright then…
As the two of us stood in front of the staff, the guide used a much bigger magic than before.
Magical power flowing in golden light quietly swirled around and the magic circle flashed.
As I was watching this scene, I looked into the air and noticed that the guide had already disappeared.
Saaaaaa.
It took an instant for all the enormously turbulent mana to be absorbed by the staff.
A faint shape slowly emerged from the staff in the quiet surroundings.
A translucent spiritual body that resembled the guide, but appeared to be a young woman.
Great Sage Cabolissa.
A great mage who ruled the golden age era of ancient magic.
With a hazy look, she glanced at Asher and I alternately.
– Haa… Did someone finally passed the ordeal? How many years had it been before the magic…
The voice of lamentation resounded in my head first, and then her words continued.
– Nice to meet you, adventurers. I am Cabolissa Orbilt, the mage who created this ruin.
“…”
“Why is there no answer? If you know who I am, introduce yourself too.
I only blinked my eyes at her, but I opened my mouth briefly.
“It’s Ron.”
Asher, who was looking at the great sage as if she was curious, also answered.
“This is Asher.”
The great sage, slightly displeased, continued her story.
– Well, good. I also have a lot of questions about the outside world, but I have little time. The fact that you came all the way here and woke me up must mean that you passed the ordeal I prepared.
“Yes.”
– The reward for that is my knowledge. Until the magic that holds me now runs out, I can answer any of your questions. But the time would only be 10 minutes. Originally, it was much longer than this, but considerable time had passed and there has been a small error in the magic formula. I can’t believe that no one had passed the ordeal for such a long time.
It was she who spoke as if lamenting once again.
I remembered she was a person from ancient times, so this ruin must be the same.
– I was once the most adept at the truth of this world. If you want magical enlightenment, I will help you, and if you crave other knowledge, I will also answer to the best of my knowledge. So, you can ask me anything.
I had little time, so I asked without hesitation.
The reason I came here was to ask this from the beginning.
“Do you know about the White Moon tribe?”
My question took aback Asher.
The great sage replied.
– It’s the White Moon tribe, of course I know. Aren’t they a race with the ability to increase purity by purifying mana? I also had a few close friends there with whom I had a personal connection.
“This woman is from the White Moon tribe.”
I continued talking while looking at Asher.
“In the current era, the White Moon tribe is almost exterminated because of certain… circumstance.”
– …Hmm?
“What I want to know is whether there is at least one member of the White Moon tribe living on the continent other than this woman?
The great sage looked at Asher with strange eyes.
Asher looked at me with a rather perplexed expression.
She’s probably thinking no matter how the other was a great sage or not, she’s still not a god, so how could she know of such a thing?
But I knew that the sage could figure it out.
– You’re making a pretty novel request.
“Is it impossible?”
– No, it’s not impossible. As long as it has all the necessary conditions.
I heard a loud gasp.
At the great sage’s words, Asher’s eyes were shaking as if an earthquake had struck.
The great sage said to Asher.
– I need some of your blood, so just drop a few drops on the floor.
“…Yes, yes.”
Asher hurriedly cut his palm with a knife, causing blood to flow.
I watched the scene quietly from the side.
Her blood dripped onto the floor and formed a small puddle.
