“What’s your purpose for doing this? Though it cost so much Azeshion and Deiruheido finally managed to take each other’s hand. If you are aiming to spoil that peace then I will not allow it.” (Eleonor)
“Hihihi peace!” (Zabro)
Zabro’s face takes on an unpleasant smile.
“Things like that are not interesting. The purpose of the scarlet monument king is the research of magic and nothing else. You can see for yourself.” (Zabro)
Where Zabro pointed in the room stood a stone monument. It was the size of two humans and had enough magic power in it to make it instantly recognisable as a magic tool.
“They said it was the legacy of Jerga but it isn’t. This is the result of my research into the magic <Jerga> and <Ask>.” (Zabro)
A magic formation appears under the surface of the stone.
“Look” (Zabro)
At the moment when Zabro applied his magic power a voice could be heard.
“Kill——-”
It was an unpleasant voice that resembled the former <Ask>
“Kill Eleonor—-”
Ledoriano, Heine and Laos sit up slowly their bodies still stained blue and turn eyes filled with hatred at Eleonor.
“What do you think? It’s certainly similar to <Ask> and <Jerga>. It’s quite the masterpiece.” (Zabro)
“I have nothing but hate for that magic.” (Eleonor)
Eleonor draws four magic formations creating <De Igeria> and covers the stone with it sealing its power.
Ledoriano and the others fall back down.
Upon seeing this Zabro’s face takes on a smile filled with insanity. A far cry from his boyish face.
“As expected of the magic <Eleonor>. How interesting. Do you know why you were born?” (Zabro)
Eleonor stares at Zabro.
“…….To give birth to the soldiers that would fight against the mazoku……?” (Eleonor)
“No that’s wrong. That’s not what Jerga had in mind but the hand of God had to enter Eleonor as humans don’t have the power to enchant origins. Your purpose is the purpose of the gods and that was to make an excellent vessel.” (Zabro)
“……..What do you mean…..?” (Eleonor)
“Don’t you get it? slow fellow. The more clones you created, thousands or tens of thousands would eventually lead to a mutation. Individuals with stronger magic and even individuals with stronger origins would not be surprising.” (Zabro)
Eleonor was cautious and activated her magic eyes.
“That is what God wants. A being born with an origin so strong it can carry the power of a god. The gods have been waiting for over 1500 years now.” (Zabro)
“You’ve been waiting as well?” (Eleonor)
“Indeed. Come on, think about it. One must have been born with an origin distinctly different from the others.” (Zabro)
Realising what was happening Eleonor stepped forward to protect Zeshia.
“A gods magic formula and a vessel made by a god. So interesting. I’ll need to dissect it and have a good look inside.” (Zabro)
“……I’ve understood all too well.” (Eleonor)
Eleonor raises her hand and draws a magic formation.
“You’re someone I can’t forgive.” (Eleonor)
** ** ** ** ** **
Misha and Sasha went after the mazoku that had run away using <Fres>.
They had started using <Gatom> but getting too close resulted in anti-magic interfering with <Gatom> so they teleported a certain distance and started tracking them.
They gradually began to catch up with the mazoku that was running away.
“Were being watched by <Rimnet>.” (Misha)
As expected of Misha. She noticed they were being observed.
“….It’s fine. I don’t know who it is but I’ll show off to the guy who wants to look. More importantly were almost there.” (Sasha)
“Nn.” (Misha)
A figure of a mazoku came into their view.
One of the chaos generation the hard sword Linka Seourunes.
A girl with jet black hair tied up in a ponytail was easily carrying the body of Menou with one hand while effortlessly flying through the sky.
When they closed the distance Linka dove towards the ground and landed in a forest.
Chasing after her Sasha and Misha also descended to the ground.
“Has this game of tag already ended or did you realise you couldn’t run any further?” (Sasha)
Linka turned a cutting look at Sasha and her provocation.
“What do you want with Menou-sensei?” (Sasha)
“Aah this? It was merely a tool to lure you out. I have no use for it anymore.” (Linka)
Linka threw Menou away but she showed no sign of waking up.
“What do you mean?” (Sasha)
“I am Ledane Ion a subordinate of the dark king Ejes Code though I am called Linka Seourunes in this life. It is my lords will that I kill you who were brought forth by a gods thoughts and feelings.” (Linka)
Linka draws a magic formation and pulls out a large sword. It’s a strange sword. The blade is so transparent you can see right through it.
“Nee, can I ask you something?” (Sasha)
“What?” (Linka)
“What do you mean by a god’s thoughts and feelings? Me and Misha are direct descendants of one of the old seven demon emperors Aivis Necron.” (Sasha)
Linka thrust the large transparent sword into the ground.
“Aivis Necron was fused with one of the origins of the hero Kanon until the demon king Arnos revived.” (Linka)
“I know that.” (Sasha)
“Then why did that naive man produce such children of tragedy like yourselves?” (Linka)
Sasha found herself at a loss so Misha answered.
“<Dino Jikusess> divided the original origin into two but the personality was only supposed to go to one of them.” (Misha)
When developing new magic its natural that the results may not be as good as the formula that you constructed. We have to believe in our own theories and test them. Sometimes, like in the case of <Dino Jikusess> an unexpected result will be produced.
“That’s me.” (Misha)
“You’re half right and half wrong. The imperfection in the natural magic formation was due to the gods interfering. They altered the light of the moon and rewrote the magic circle at the moment of casting the spell and the result was that you were born.” (Linka)
Misha stares at Linka with her usual deadpan expression.
“There is no need for divine intervention in the world of the mazoku. I’ll get rid of you before you awaken.” (Linka)
“Really? Hmph.” Sasha smiles.
“Thank you for telling me but you’re wrong.” (Sasha)
Misha nods.
Magic appears in Sasha’s eyes and she activates her demon eyes of ruin.
“It was not God who gave us life.” (Sasha)
(1)He speaks like an old man but there’s no real way to convey that in English unless I start putting him using things like sonny boy or whippersnapper ?
