Chapter 444 – #93_Your Memory (2)

#443

One.
The happy days of Amelia and her master continued.

Just as a deserted hut can be completed with just the presence of two people,
The look that each other needs each other seemed to embody the word happiness.

Until I passed puberty and became quite similar to now.
There were countless things I learned from peeking at Amelia’s recollections.
Amelia as an apprentice witch was different from Amelia after she became a witch.

An apprentice witch is a witch’s lineage, that is, a girl whose succession to the brand has been determined by the prophecy agency.
They are born with not only intelligent and brilliant brains and learning abilities, but also artistic knowledge and beauty.
It is truly a being favored by God.

But there are exceptions to everything.
As an apprentice witch, Amelia was beautiful and could handle things like the violin very easily, but when it came to magic, she was not.
She has been watching her twins and even Diana, and it is easy to know because Siwoo herself has studied magic from her bottom.

It took Amelia days and nights to come up with a very rudimentary magic formula, and when she accepted a new concept, her eyes twitched as she mixed it with the existing information.
Rather than simply lacking talent, it was truly hopeless.

Amelia didn’t even come up with her own definition of magical powers, ‘glory’, until after her 20th birthday.

I can guess why Amelia ran away from studying magic so much when she was young.
It is difficult for anyone to force themselves to do something they do not have confidence in.

Siwoo knows how rigorous the study of magic is.
Magic is a cruel science that doesn’t even give the right to start to those who don’t have talent.

Still, Amelia did not give up her magical studies.
As she got older and more mature, Amelia stopped running away.
She didn’t throw her homework into the fireplace, and she didn’t goof around in her class.

Sitting in front of her desk and studying increased the time.
The time to stay up all night, go out to play, and the time to look into magic books while dozing with red, bloodshot eyes was getting longer and longer.

Amelia’s change wasn’t just her passion for learning.
Her longstanding illness worsened as she grew up.

When she was young, she was merely anemic or collapsed from a sudden fever, but now she coughs up blood or spends more than half of the year in bed, and her complexion is beyond fair and pale. Went.

But even as she collapsed and lay on her bed, Amelia did not let go of her book.
The reason was her ‘to be with her master forever’.

Like the conventional wisdom that all humans will die someday,
It is a fact known to all who are related to witches that all witches will die if they succeed.

Therefore, the words Amelia chanted, ‘one day, when I succeed, I will be with Master forever’ were clearly contradictory words.

There is no way that the ancestor Marigold did not know that.

Rather, she knew it, and she isolated Amelia from her world and kept her alone in the grove of cypress trees.
Even when she sometimes goes to the grocery store with her, she just comes back straight away after finishing her errands.

No one was allowed into the forest except Sophia and her ancestor Abenega, who often came to play, and she was cautious about meeting Amelia and the other witches.

There is no reason to guess.
It was to pass on her stigma before the giftless Amelia died of her illness.

She says that if Amelia learns the truth about her, she won’t be willing to inherit the stigma.
She must have stubbornly refused.

Conversely, even if he knew the truth and persuaded her, her body would not have been able to withstand it until Amelia, who lacked her talents, took control of her spirit and finished her preparations for her succession.

Therefore, the predecessor Marigold chose to conceal her truth.

Of course, this is a scene that Siwoo can realize because he knows the truth that he concealed from a third party.
Amelia had no doubts about her master’s attitude.

Siwoo sees Amelia with her chin resting on the window sill, looking out the window at the pouring autumn rain.
Lying on her sickbed, she sat in the same seat and waited for her predecessor, Marigold, to return.

“When are you coming…. To think that you left me homework every day and went out to play….”

Amelia pursed her lips and licked her lips to express her regret.
The time when she was staring blankly at her, not knowing what emotions to feel.

“Why are you making that face?”

Amelia’s sky-blue eyes meet Siwoo.
Siwoo felt fear as if his heart sank.

She is peeping at her past and hurts without permission.
And she holds the key to the cruel truth.
It’s her fear that I might be giving this to her.
Even knowing that this moment was a scattered fragment of the past, I shrank.

“Ah… That….”

When her mouth didn’t come out, she was speechless.
Amelia got out of her bed and often walked past Siu.

“Come in quickly. You came here in the rain without an umbrella.”

Amelia smiled gladly at her ancestor Marigold as she returned to her cabin.
Only then does Si-woo realize that he was overlapping with the vision of Marigold before him.

The day when autumn hangs at the end of the calendar.
The predecessor, Marigold, returned from Lenormand Town with her cap and cloak soaked in rain.
After looking at Amelia in silence for a moment, she says.

“Amelia.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Tomorrow is.”

Amelia’s expression hardened for a moment at the sudden words.
Amelia, who looked at her teacher’s face bewildered, jumped out like a spring and was embraced by Marigold.
She didn’t care if her pajamas got wet from the cold rain or if the chill pierced her breasts.

I didn’t even need to explain what “Tomorrow” Meant.
If not the long-awaited succession, what is it?
I was worried because I wasn’t feeling very well.
I wondered if he would die young before he could succeed.

“Are you sure? Aren’t you lying?”
“Of course, if you are now, you can fully accept it.”
“Lie! It can’t be! No way… ! I haven’t decided on a chant yet, have I?”

Amelia pinches my cheek as she opens her eyes in disbelief.
After hesitating, Master gently put Amelia on the shoulder and kissed her on the forehead.

“Didn’t you practice the succession ceremony hard until now? You can inherit the one I used, or it would be nice to inherit the brand first and think about it.”
“Nonsense… Nonsense…. What can I do, Master… ? I’m so, so happy…. It’s like a dream….”

Amelia ended up in tears.
Because the hardships, hardships, and efforts of the past came as a great reward, I couldn’t express all the overwhelming joy and ended up crying.

“Master…. I’m sorry for bothering you until now…. If I become a witch, I will surely be of great help to Master. I truly love you. Love you. Master….”

Like her rain-soaked baby bird burrowing into her mother’s arms, Amelia kept holding her master.

“… No.”

Even though she knew she wouldn’t be heard, she couldn’t help but speak.
This is such a cruel story.
It’s such a cruel story.

2.
The last time, which only Siwoo and her ancestor Marigold are aware of, passed as usual.

After Amelia grew up to some extent, the two used different beds, but that night they hugged each other in bed and closed their eyes.

The next day we ate breakfast together.
Amelia could see her excitement.
She laughed all day as if she had overcome her illness even though her eyes were itching from not sleeping all night.

“Now I’m going to get better too. Can I go out with Master? Master, I want to go to that world as well. I’m curious about Lenormand Town and Ars Magna Town.”
“… Travel is good.”

Afterwards, they hung out the laundry together, sang together on the piano and violin, cooked food together, and continued a harmonious time.
The reason why ordinary everyday life feels like a terrible tragedy is probably because we know the end of this tragedy.

The two of them took turns throughout the afternoon to end their dinner with oven-roasted turkey as their main dish.
The final moment has arrived.

“Amelia.”
“Yes, Master.”

An uncontrollable, happy smile crept across Amelia’s cheeks.
Seeing this, her master barely smiled at her and hugged her.

“Do you remember the method of succession?”
“Sure! How hard I practiced!”
“Well then, I know better than anyone else how sincere and admirable our Amelia is, Am-Am.”
“Swimming..Hehe….”

Dewdrops formed around her eyes as she smiled briskly in her teacher’s arms.

The two of them headed to the clearing in the forest where the magic circle had been prepared beforehand.
The fragrant scent of lilac rose from the magic circle created by mixing special perfume and ink.

Amelia and her predecessor, Marigold, knelt on top of it, hands clasped.
Then they touch each other’s foreheads.

“Amelia, do you know how much I love you?”
“Of course, you taught an ugly apprentice witch like me to the end. I am very happy to be able to repay you now.”
“Yeah, that’s it.”

Subtle particles spread over the bodies of the two, and a whirlwind of enchantingly beautiful particles covers the bodies of Amelia and Master.
Amelia’s body begins to absorb everything that flowed out of Marigold.

“Stop….”

Even though she knows she can’t change it.
Even if she closes her eyes or covers her ears, she can clearly see and hear the memories of the past.
Siu felt the agony of collapsing.

“I did it! Master! Look at me!”

The stigma has been successfully inherited.
Amelia saw the particles of her magical power swirling around herself as she hopped happily.
Admiring the realm of her mystery that she could never have done alone, she held her newly acquired powers in the palm of her hand.

What caught Amelia’s eyes?
It was the ancestor Marigold, which was shattering from her fingertips as if it were breaking.

At that moment, the information and knowledge written in her brand are combined in Amelia’s head.
During her time as an apprentice witch, Amelia was unable to comprehend the level of magic, so it was a succession ceremony that she only memorized.

As if the meaning and result were entered directly into her head, it becomes ‘information she knew’.

“Ah….”

Amelia’s face, which had been filled with joy, collapsed was a moment shorter than the expression of an instant.
The futile and muddy sighs only speak for Amelia’s shock.

“Amelia, I’m sorry I couldn’t be honest with you.”

Amelia knelt down in her place.
Her tears flow from the corner of her eyes, which are lifted up in vain.

What followed was screams and cries close to screams.
Siu couldn’t bear to see it and turned his back.

“Master! Why, why didn’t you tell me…! I… I… I thought that if I became a witch… I would be with Master forever…”
“When there is a meeting, there is a parting. Oh my, is it too banal to leave as a will?”
“Cowardly… I can’t admit it! Where is this… Cowardly… Don’t go… Don’t go…”
“Amelia, my beloved disciple, my daughter, my mirror. I am very happy that you carried on the name Marigold.”
“I don’t need a name like this! Why…Why didn’t you listen to me…”
“You are a warm child.”
“I do not like it! I do not like it…! Take it back… Without Master, I’m… Nothing…!”

Crying, pulling her hair, yelling, shaking her head, even raising her prayers.
The cruel time of separation that came suddenly did not stop.

“Live like a witch, like a noble. And…”

All that was heard behind his back was a one-sided monologue.
Also, searching the forest to find the master who disappeared without leaving even a corpse,
It was only the cry of the witch who killed the teacher.

3.

Incantation, also called starter language, is a process of redefining the negative form of magic into an image that is easy for the caster to accept.
You could say it was a reorganization of consciousness.

For example, the reason why Siwoo’s chant is ‘Bloom’ is because the liquefied magic water that formed on the fingertips vaporized looked just as beautiful as a flower blooming.

Why was Amelia’s chant set to ‘cry’?
It must have been because the hazy appearance of the scattered magical powers looked sad as if tears were flowing.