Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

‘The day will come when a wizard will come out of the Vistal family. I’m proud of you, Tanebello.’

Faded memories of the past rise to the surface.

Even after living for hundreds of years, the memory of the days when I thought that infinite possibilities, future, and glory would be together, which I had never thought of once, was the rocket thrown by Senichigua.

The days when I was not young enough. The locket containing the portrait of him before heading to the Magic Tower to focus on research and study was a keepsake of his parents.

‘Father… no, was it the mother?’

Since they were ideal parents with no angular spots, it is not strange even if it was a keepsake from either of them. That’s why I can’t remember properly.

Because of my concentration, Vistal’s fingers snapped when she saw that the magic she used to draw out her memories and transfer them onto the paper arbitrarily drew the faces of her parents, and the two papers quickly burned and disappeared. Since this act has already been repeated several times, intruders who are watching it from the side do not show any reaction anymore.

“It’s not just a convenient magic.”

At least it was Eldmia who opened her mouth. Surprisingly, he did not show any dissatisfaction or discomfort throughout the entire casting of the magic, and since he was the first to open his mouth, Bistal, who had been stung for nothing, opened his mouth unintentionally and poured out excuses.

“Memory is originally like that. In my head, I think it is clear and vivid, and I believe that I can handle my thoughts as I will, but the reality is completely different.”

At the same time, I glanced at him, but no other reaction came back, as if he was just expressing his honest feelings. However, the current situation itself was the worst to have an optimistic attitude with that alone.

Because Eldmia, who had the right to make decisions for them, had no reason to let herself live.

If you have a head, it is a conclusion that you can reach naturally. If he had been interested in his research, he would have robbed the Special Operations Department’s personal information rather than wanting it, so it’s right to see that the value of use disappears the moment he spit out all the information.

He’s still not revealing his identity, perhaps to keep his own declaration that he didn’t even introduce himself to the dying guy. It is said that if he had not heard Senichigua’s call, Vistal would not have even known his name until now.

The opponent is a person who uses two demons like slaves beyond limbs. No matter how bloated Vistal’s self-consciousness was, he did not think that his own abilities and values were higher than those of the devil. So, if you really want to save your life, you must make a last-ditch effort right here and now as soon as you get all the relics back.

‘I can… No, I have to.’

Scary to think of the only remaining means, the shape is drawn on paper. However, since it was a reaction he had already expected, Vistal calmly burned the painting without panicking.

Fortunately, no one found this strange.

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It took quite a long time for the quack’s magic, which extracts memories and draws a montage, to complete all twenty faces.

“That woman is the last.”

After completing the 21-page montage, including the outfits worn by the demons, called blacksmiths at the time, the guy collected the paper neatly with light gestures and handed it to me. The quack, who was lightly tidying up the mess around me while I received it and looked at it one by one, soon continued to speak quietly as if trying to clear my mind.

“But whether you believe me is another matter.”

That was right. It may be completely unrelated people from one to ten, or it may be a ploy to cheat me by subtly changing the information. However, since it was a hint about the darkness that there was no clue from the beginning, it was worth taking that level of risk.

“Wizards don’t lie.”

So, with half-joking, half-serious answers, I handed over all the relics that I had saved to Caruberos, and he took the items cautiously with something like a blank laugh.

“Are you a wizard too?”
“I almost gave up on the delusion in your brain because of the book, but I’m sure it’ll be enough to say that I learned some magic somewhere.”
“Beomjae cannot understand a genius.”

Although the job of a mage itself tends to build a world of its own, a quack is way too much. Even if you tell me to your face that your theory is rubbish, you won’t listen to it, so there’s no need to hurt your mouth.

“So, what are you going to do now?”

The quack asks a question as he carefully collects his reliquary and magically holds it together and floats it. I also rolled the papers finely and tried to put them in my bosom, but I thought that no one could know what would happen in the ensuing battle, so I handed it over to Caruberos and answered.

“You know?”
“Yeah, I just said I’d give it back. I didn’t say I’d let it go.”

If I pretended to use some other attack magic, I was going to attack right away, but for some reason, he answered calmly and just walked towards the shrine located on one side of the abandoned temple. It was an action that could be seen as a classic maneuver to keep distance from us, but we didn’t dare to tackle it and left it as it was.

It wasn’t an act born out of conceit that he could incapacitate and kill him at any time. It was so that the one who never admitted to being a quack and cast Mental Victory would have no room for excuses for his own defeat.

“If I hadn’t studied immortality, would you have let go?”
“Don’t fuck. From the moment you became a lich by sacrificing this city, you shouldn’t run into me for the rest of your life.”

While the montage was already being completed, he ordered Caruberos to listen to a brief explanation about the quack from Ingladio, who became increasingly weary as time passed. There was no room for regret or trouble, and he was an enemy creature that must die.

At the time he mortgaged the entire city and contracted to become a lich, there were only about 20,000 residents. From the moment he planned to sacrifice that many people without hesitation or remorse, he wasn’t human.

“It was to shorten the hundreds or thousands of years that would be consumed for the development of magic. Don’t you think it was cheap enough?”
“If I hadn’t read your book, I would have believed in something, so I would have shuddered at that shit, but since I’ve already read it, all I can say is fuck you up… Oh, you don’t have one.”

It’s not about sacrificing for a cause. Because the theory he came up with was, as Emmet said, wrong in the first place. He just refuses to admit that he slaughtered the people of Ammon because of his obstinacy.

“Anyway… I’ll leave you to die in regret that all the power and research you’ve gained from doing so was useless.”
“Keruk ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke ke yuk”

The quack burst into a laugh that was different from when he looked down on us.

Despite the absence of a single expression because only the skeleton remains, one feels a strange sense of spleen and determination. It is clear to me that he is clearly aware that everything will end if he cannot overcome this situation, and is trying to fight with a resolution to die.

“I will do my best to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

The appearance of a quack touching the half-collapsed god statue with a brief expression of will was superimposed into a transparent ghost-like man for an instant, almost simultaneously with Caruberos and Ingladio screaming from behind me.

“Keeeeek!”
“Hehehehe…”

It’s not that the two bitches suddenly go mad and have seizures. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by the unknown divine power emanating from the statue, and he rolled his eyes and started a match.

Even if not as much as the guys, I was surprised this time too.

[Lord, master!]

I have already mobilized all my abilities, alerted myself, and warmed up my body. As soon as he entered into a full-scale engagement, he was planning to incapacitate him and threaten Ingladio to forcibly break the contract, so he had gathered everything from magic time to usable level of divine power.

Nevertheless, the divine power emanating from the god statue is very sudden. I was worried that my senses had been blurred for a moment, but judging from Este’s bewildered reaction, it seems that it was true that something special had been done to that statue.

“Aren’t you curious why the wizard made the ruined temple his laboratory?”

I honestly had no idea. I just thought it was because the remaining buildings were like this. In fact, the remnants of the city around it were not even a proper roof left. Judging from his reaction, it seems that there was another reason for that.

Even though no magic was cast, numerous magic circles are created around the statue, and the overflowing divine power begins to rush into the quack’s body. The worn-out robe he was wearing somehow manages to hold its shape, but the skeleton within it crumbles or cracks and sparkles with a dark blue light, just like that of an undead that has suffered divine damage.

Just looking at it, it looked like it would explode and explode at any moment, but it didn’t. Fortunately, from there, I could quickly understand what kind of reaction was happening to him.

“Bastard, you must have been more talented as a gambler than a wizard.”

So, I immediately fixed the esthetic and dug in with all my might.

[[I…]]

As all the spells in the artifact box are released, the soul and magic contained in it permeate the quack. The power that flowed in like that wrapped around the whole body to restore the body of the unforgivable undead from being destroyed by hitting the divine power.

Precarious balance. imperfect harmony.

[[I am…! The archmage, Tanebello Vistal…!]]

The quack threw a gambler that became a demilich to break the situation.

A word from the author (Author’s review) Thank you King Breadrain for the unspoken 50 coins!