Chapter 519 – Mental Space and the Third Sword

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Upon returning to the mansion, Cleon headed straight to the room Galatea and Caliburn were using.

Others also tilted their heads at his faster-than-expected return his, but they couldn’t ask much about his face his, which seemed to be thinking about something.

And, after Cleon entered the room and spread a small area of ​​black magic as if it immediately covered the room, the inside instantly became dark as if a curtain had been drawn.

However, even within that, the appearance of himself and his sword were clearly visible.

After the black magic that spread around permeated the entire room, the black part of the sword in Cleon’s hand became wider than the white part.

It must be that a space with a lot of dark magic is a more comfortable space for Galatea than Caliburn.

“Galatea. Can you hear my voice?”

When Cleon called her name her, the sword vibrated low, and a voice came out.

[Close, Leon…?]

Cleon sighed in relief when he heard her reply, which sounded like he had just woken up from somewhere.

The fact that Cleon expanded the realm of black magic was to make Galatea’s consciousness stronger, so it was to some extent as intended.

“I’m glad I can hear your voice… Yet, it doesn’t seem like the two of you are fully united.”

[I’m okay. Caliburn… But… I don’t think he’s very relaxed…]

Her voice emanates slowly.

The unusually weak voice her made the seriousness of the situation even louder.

“Okay. Galatea, are you sharing her consciousness with her with Caliburn? Please, recognize each other… A little stronger.”

[…Yes… I’ll try.]

After Galatea’s words, the color of her sword her swirls.

As the black part moves to the left side of the sword body, it pushes the white part out little by little.

The colors that swayed and moved seemed to be divided into black and white around the center of the sword, and then mixed little by little as if invading each other’s territory.

[Ha… Ha… Kaliburn is… Because of the realm of black horse, the consciousness is getting smaller…]

As she said, while the black area gradually increased, the white area gradually decreased.

However, that part was also what Cleon expected.

So, Cleon calmly nodded her head and said to Galatea.

“I’m going to reap the territory now, so I won’t be able to talk like this with you, Galatea.”

[…

Galatea did not respond to Cleon’s words of hers.

“So, after this- I’m going to send my consciousness into you guys. …I think that’s the only way to bring you back to normal.”

[Wait… That’s… Dangerous.]

At Galatea’s words her, Cleon nodded her head once more as if she knew.

A state where the consciousnesses of Caliburn and Galatea are invading and mixing with each other while their bodies are already united.

In other words, it is no different from diving into a turbulent sea.

[If you do something wrong, Cleon, your consciousness may be eaten by us…]

If that happens, Cleon may not be able to return to his body her and be trapped inside his sword her.

“—But, if there’s even the slightest chance. I’ll bet on it.”

[… Yeah… I know. If it were Cleon, he would do that…]

Galatea responds to Cleon’s answer as if she knows that if it’s the Cleon she knows, there’s no use stopping her.

[Then… Please, Cleon. Caliburn and me…]

The moment I said that, Galatea’s voice disappeared as if it had faded.

Since the realm of black magic remained, Galatea’s ego would not have faded yet.

However, what Cleon could see was the difference between the colors of the two swords.

It was a gray area.

“—I can’t delay any longer.”

Saying that, Cleon immediately released the small area of ​​black magic that had been spread out in the room and put his hand on his sword in her.

Her own magical powers are connected to both swords, Galatea and Caliburn.

That passage was now forcibly merged into one, so perhaps thanks to that, I was able to send a larger amount of mana than usual.

Along with her her magical power her, she carries her own consciousness along with her her magical power passage her.

After taking a deep breath, Cleon slowly closed his eyes.

As if being sucked in by something, consciousness was separated from the body and fell into the darkness.

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When Cleon opened his eyes again, he was inside an old house.

Sitting in his chair his, looking around him, the arrangement and structure of the furniture was familiar to his eyes her.

“This is… The house, in the dragon’s canyon…”

Old bed, dresser and dining table with dirty dishes.

And, a carving knife rolling on the ground.

Come to think of it, Galatea was with her even in the oldest memories he could remember.

To Cleon, who did not even know the faces of his parents who gave birth to him and was bullied for being weak, Galatea was the only close stranger Cleon could feel.

Since he wasn’t human, it was a bit strange to call him someone else, and since Galatea hadn’t awakened at the time, he couldn’t even talk to Cleon.

Had it not been for Galatea, Cleon might have been broken by his loneliness in her.

“…Come to think of it, are Galatea and I the only two who know this place?”

When the dragon’s canyon was attacked by mercenaries, and then Lesia appeared to save them.

This house too was burnt down.

There were no special memories in this space, so it was good that the house disappeared.

“…Let’s find the two of them.”

As Cleon muttered that, he tried to get up from his chair when the door creaked open and someone came in.

When Cleon, who thought it was Galatea or Caliburn, turned his eyes there.

There, a three-dimensional shadow stood there.

“…”

From the tip of her head to her toes, it was not a proper human form.

The parts were stretched a little, and the color was gray.

Where the eyes, nose and mouth were supposed to be, they were smoothly blocked as if they were really shadows.

However, Cleon could feel the presence of Caliburn and Galatea in that shadow at the same time.

“Who are you?”

When Cleon casually asked the being, the shadow didn’t say anything…

[No name. Because I haven’t been born yet.]

He returned his voice with a more polite attitude than he expected.

The voice was that of a young woman, between a girl and an adult.

It was similar to Galatea’s, and it felt like Caliburn.

If it was similar up to that point, Cleon was able to notice the identity of that existence.

“Galatea and Caliburn, the self that was created when the consciousness of the two began to fuse. Is it?”

[That’s right. Master Cleon.]

“Master…?”

It would be correct to call her ‘her her’ because she is her-she has her curvy body her, but Cleon frowned at her shadow her calling himself Master.

[I (Galatea) and I (Caliburn), both swords have contracted with you, and are beings that follow your orders. So, you’d better call yourself Master.]

“Stop it. I- I came here to prevent you from being born.”

Cleon spoke to the being, who had already begun to open her eyes, with her heartless attitude to her, even though she felt a little sorry for her.

If Galatea and Caliburn were to disappear after giving unnecessary affection, he would not be able to forgive himself.

[I know. Because I also appeared like this to help you with that act.]

However, the answer that came back from her was beyond Cleon’s expectations of her.

“…Why?”
She naturally accepts Cleon’s words her to prevent her own birth her.

[I am, by nature, an existence that should not have been born. Both I (Galatea) and I (Caliburn) must be precious companions to the Master. He feels guilty about being born as if he ate them both.]

It was a strange story.

A third personality created from the gathering of fragments of the consciousness of Galatea and Caliburn, treating the two as if they were strangers and trying to prevent them from disappearing.

Is this really a combination of the two?

However, if there is something more important than the questioning of such an existence, as she said, it is to awaken and separate Galatea and Caliburn before her existence annihilates the two.

“Okay. Then, you mean to help wake Galatea and Caliburn?”

[Yes. Even if you help, the only thing you can do is guide the master to where the two of you are in this image space.]

“…”

Cleon moves her feet at her words her and heads for the door she came through.

Then, she carefully moved her foot out of the way for Cleon to stand in front of the door.

“Let’s go. We don’t have time.”

Saying that, the moment she opened the door and left her house, Cleon’s eyes her naturally frowned.

Naturally, I thought that what was outside of this house was the village where the dark horse clan hid in the dragon’s gorge.

The open space is a completely different place.

It was because it was ‘Elesia’, an adventurer’s city on the outskirts of the kingdom.

From the layout of the structure to the appearance of the building, she looked much more authentic than she remembered.

“Is it also an image space?”

As she said that, she looked back to where she had walked out, and there was no door there.

At some point, only the shadow that followed behind her stood there.

[The structure of this place is created by carefully intertwining the mental worlds of the master, me (Galatea), and me (Caliburn). …It is composed of laws different from physical space.]

“Then… Where is Galatea?”

In response to Cleon’s question, the shadow didn’t hesitate for a second and pointed in one direction by raising a finger.

[I will guide you. Master.]

“Please.”

Saying that, it was the moment after Cleon stepped out.

The strong wind pressure generated by something flying rapidly in the sky created an explosion that hit Cleon’s ears on the ground.

“Kuh…!?”

Knowing that there is something besides them, when Cleon looks up at the sky-

There, he saw something that widened Cleon’s pupils to her.

A flying lizard with skin-like wings and steel-like scales.

However, it is too small to be called a dragon, has no intelligence, and-

First of all, there were no ‘horns’.

They are called beings that imitate true dragons, and people call them ‘sub-dragons’.

“Wyvern…!”

I thought that I had escaped from the dragon’s gorge, but after all, I wonder if there is no division of place in the image space.

As a child, those beings that always hovered over Cleon’s head and terrorized all the dark demon clans were flying in the sky in dozens even in this embodied space of Elessia.

‘Until a while ago—’

The moment I looked back at Elessia for the first time after leaving the house, there was nothing in the sky.

However, Cleon was thinking about something when a group of wyverns appeared the moment he decided to head for Galatea.

“This.”

Looking up at the sky was a mistake.

Immediately, eye contact was made with one of the wyverns, and he fell to the ground, aiming for Cleon.

“Kuk!”

Seeing the charge of the wyvern, Cleon quickly rolls his body and leaves the place before his leg his grabs him.

This wyvern was clearly attacking itself based on instinct.

“Why do these guys exist in their hearts…!?”

[This is because it is a space created based on our memories. Perhaps, there are other enemies besides them.]

Saying that, Cleon blinked her eyes at the shadow that had moved beside him at some point.

[I am not attacked by Wyverns because I have no substance.]

“Ah, that’s right…!”

Cleon, feeling strangely annoyed by her words her, raises her body and looks at the wyvern who tried to attack him.

Cleon glared at the twinkling eyes of his vertical pupils his, and saliva flowed from his long slit mouth her due to gluttony.

From his head to the tip of his tail, everything was the ‘Wyvern’ he remembered and felt with fear.

However, if there is a difference, Cleon is different from himself 10 years ago.

Immediately, Cleon draws magic from his body and prepares Layla magic to burn him at once.

“Prometheus Gate!”

The magic formula is formed in an instant in Cleon’s head of her, and at the same time, she reaches out and tries to create a magic circle, but-

With no reaction coming back, Wyvern and Cleon stopped for a moment and looked at each other.

[KRWaaaaa!]

And, did the wyvern, who did n’t seem to understand the meaning of Cleon’s cry her, feel that it was Cleon’s threat her?

He screams too, causing Cleon’s eardrums to ache.

“—No way…!”

If Cleon checks his magic passage once again in a situation where Lyla’s magic doesn’t come out.

I could see that all passages leading to the outside of the sword were blocked.

“I can’t use it…!”

[That’s right.]

Cleon clicked his tongue at the confirmed kill of the shadow.

‘It’s dangerous…’

And, once again, recognizing the danger of this space.

Neither Galatea, nor Caliburn, nor even Talchek’s sword.

The magic that he can use without Galatea’s help is low-power magic that assumes a person-to-person battle like a mana shock-

Or, it was about illusion magic that could hide one’s body.

However, unless something is done with this wyvern blocking the road, it will be impossible to move forward-

Most of all, I couldn’t afford to do that in a situation where I didn’t have much time.

“…Even with bare hands-“

If it’s a fighting technique you’re used to, you can still use it.

With that thought in mind, the shadowy woman stood in front of Cleon, who was poised.

[Fighting a melee with a wyvern puts the master’s life at risk.]

“Even so, I have to do it. …Because I have to go see Galatea and Caliburn.”

At Cleon’s words her, she nodded her head and grabbed both of Cleon’s hands her, which were clenched in her fists.

Then, her gray body flowed like a liquid-

Just like that, the handle in Cleon’s hand changed into two long swords connected by magical chains.

“──”

Seeing that, Cleon wasn’t surprised.

If she was an existence born from the fusion of a demon sword and a holy sword, it was only natural that she could take the form of her sword.

However, the power felt from the sword was enough to surprise Cleon.

You can feel the powerful energy of black magic from the sword in your left hand, and the energy of divine magic that can’t be defeated by the sword in your right hand.

[He leads the Master to me (Galatea) and me (Caliburn). So, Master, please use yourself.]

The sword of shadow said so, and then shut her mouth as if leaving it to Cleon.

“…Is there no choice but to…!”

That she cannot navigate this space of hers unless she borrows the power of her being her to prevent her birth her, makes her guilt against her in Cleon’s mind her.

However, I couldn’t stop.

If we don’t do this, Galatea and Caliburn will disappear.

That’s why, she holds the sword in both hands straight, and holds the sword in her left hand in reverse.

“…Wait, Galatea… Caliburn!”

At the same time as he said that, he jumped toward the wyvern.