Chapter 229 – Morbius (13)

“That, stop… ! I mean stop… ! Me, don’t bother me… !”

A pitiful voice echoed through the basement. Petunia Titti was looking at me with a face she didn’t know what to do with. Milia held her magic power in her fingertips with her calm expression, and Taffy brushed the soot from her face and spit it out.

Mobius’s shield was now meaningless. It was only vaguely announcing its existence, like water mist rising from a lake or a haze disappearing for a moment under the scorching summer sun.

“Mobius. Let’s stop now. Huh?”

Petunia Titi’s voice sounded like an admonition to a child. Morbius was kneeling on the floor and had thrown away his staff as well. I just wanted to blow off Mobius’ head, but we noble elves seemed to believe that Mobius could be regenerated.

Believing in fallen comrades and family was like religion. Even though nothing changes by praying, you have no choice but to pray in front of the altar in the end, because you have no choice but to pray for change even though you do not believe that it will change.

How can a human who kidnaps people, enforces ruthless human experimentation, and takes revenge beyond the line can be rehabilitated? After being rehabilitated, how will you pay for your sins? There was no answer.

“Please stop. This, this is not like you. I am very sorry that my granddaughter died. Really. But, what’s the point of solving it this way? Are you really satisfied with that? If I manipulate your memory, is that real happiness?”

Petunia Titi said in a desperate tone. We didn’t say anything, but she felt the unspoken pressure stabbing her in the back.

We do not have much time.

You must quickly kill or subdue that Mobius, save Sylvia, and then run away.

So decide quickly.

Will you kill Morbius?

Are you going to keep persuading me in this place and kill us all?

“Mobius. You weren’t this kind of person. Please I beg you huh? Throw away your wand and come this way. Please… Don’t want to kill Why are you being so cruel to me? You were a colleague.”

Mobius remained silent. Are they waiting for cheerleaders to come? His blunt and penetrating eyes made it impossible to know the intention of his actions. We looked at each other with uneasiness and sharpness, as if we were dealing with a guest we hadn’t seen before, and Milia, with her sullen face, didn’t let go of the magic she had gathered in her hands.

Petunia Titti’s shoulders were shaking. She could tell that she was crying and that she was trying to fake her feelings somehow.

“Mo, Mobius… ! Please… !”

Don’t want to kill

Please come back

Did her heartfelt remarks come through? Morbius nodded slowly, then opened his mouth.

“Don’t kill me. Do you want me to?”

In an instant, parched lips and bloodshot eyes. The magician who had lost his fighting power still possessed powerful magical power. He blinked once more and spoke to Petunia Titti.

“You, do you think I am alive now? I’m dead. The day my granddaughter died, I was as good as dead. But, are you going to kill me? My dream is right in front of me, but I want to give up everything and live in a nightmare again? Do you know your nightmares? You know what dreams I live by! I can’t give up!”

Mobius’ hand hit the floor.

Taffy’s body, which had been rushing forward with a clear blow, bounced back.

Magical energy rose from the floor like a blue fountain. Morbius’ mana began to flick his sparks, forcibly connecting circuits with broken hoses. His already emaciated face grew paler, and his eyes were on the verge of turning over.

“There is no Mage Tower explosion! No case of my granddaughter dying! It’s not that I couldn’t save Merilda! Because such an incident never happened in the first place! We will live happily ever after!”

Intense blue light, Petunia Titi pulled the bowstring, but couldn’t bear to let go. His hands trembled, and I couldn’t get close to him because of the intense magic spark. The machine lights up again, and the glass tube that has imprisoned Sylvia releases her mana again, raising her body afloat.

“Now, now… !”

Mobius was laughing. He stretched out his hand toward the glass tube beyond the magic spark. One last time, his fingers quivered and rolled across his glass screen as if to pet his own new granddaughter.

“Soon… !”

And, blood drained from his fingers. Fingers sliding across the glass tube. Morbius sensed something was wrong and raised his arm, but his fingers dropped to the floor in the opposite direction he was moving.

“Uh, uh… !”

His arm was not attached to his shoulder. It fell while bending in a boomerang shape, then fluttered once like a shrimp, causing a magical reaction and then being charred.

Drops of blood began to flow from the shoulder blades, which belatedly recognized that they had been cut.

“Uh… ! Ugh! Aaaaa!”

The magic power that had been spreading around had faded. Mobius’ shaggy body rolled on the floor, and only screams of pain ensued. Petunia Titi looked at the fallen Mobius and Milia with a puzzled face.

Millia stretched out her arm with her nonchalant face, and once again fired her magic bullet. As if she was getting her due revenge, she quickly and accurately pounded her magic bullet at Mobius.

“Oops! Aww! Aaaaagh! Sigh! Turn it off… !”

Four magic bullets fired in succession accurately hit Mobius’ body. It was an attack faithful to the purpose of inflicting pain while narrowly avoiding vital points. Blue mana did not flow on the floor.

Red blood was soaking the floor in place of the circuit. Mobius was still holding his breath, looking at Petunia Titi. The hand that was still left was so drenched in blood that I couldn’t even recognize its color.

“Pe, Petunia…! Pe, pe… !”

It was obvious why he held out his hand.

Petunia Titti turned her head as she faced the end of him.

Mobius, who had been shunned by his comrades in front of him, put on an expression as if he had realized something, and then dragged his broken body into a glass coffin. His hands dragged his dead body, leaving red palm prints.

“Ah… !”

Then he stretched out his hand toward the glass coffin and tried to spit out something.

What do you want to say? Is it regret for his own life for meaningless revenge and numerous victims? Or is it lingering for Sylvia?

Following his powerless hand, a red length led to five prongs. A winding red road, as if describing smoke. Morbius raised his head once more and tried to utter his will.

“Ah… !”

One of his arrows flew. Just as Milia was about to fire her magic once more, Petunia Titi shot her arrow into her sunken face. The arrow that accurately pierced Mobius’ vital point made him let out a sigh like a flute instead of the last words.

Air escaped from his lungs, his body limp, and Petunia Titti looked at us, wiping his tear-stained eyes.

There were no questions about what to do.

We moved our bodies in natural positions, as if we had a role assigned to each other. Millia swept away the debris from the floor with her magic, and Taffy and Titi followed the hole in the wall to find a new escape route.

Outside, people started to gather. Morbius’ terrible screams and the silence that drowned out all noise stirred the wizards. They planned to visit this basement with stronger enchantments and equipment, as if neither the fear of excavation equipment nor the safety of equipment to be delivered mattered.

I looked at the glass window where Sylvia was trapped once more.

A glass wall that made me feel bad because it was stained with Mobius’ blood.

As he swung his fist, the solidity he showed in the confrontation situation was shattered everywhere,

After removing the hose attached to her body, I hugged her and shared her body temperature.

The body that had been immersed in the blue liquid for a long time was damp but warm, and the sound of breathing was constant. She shuddered reflexively at the cold chill of the cellar, and I rubbed her back and whispered,

“Are you okay. We came huh?”

Her eyes, twisted like a nightmare, drew an arc. I liked the faint smile, so I smiled and Milia whispered to me when she saw that a new way out had been created.

“Let’s go out. Evan.”

Taffy and Titi were staring at us. A faint light from the sun was filtering through the hole the two were looking at. I said to Miliae while holding Sylvia tightly.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

Milia nodded her head and held out her hand to me. I asked, carrying Sylvia on my back.

“What? I don’t have any money right now.”

“I really have no sense. Aren’t you supposed to catch it?”

It seemed that he was deliberately pretending to be bright. Even though it was the same Milia with the same voice as usual, her mood was a little different. I asked, holding her hand.

“What kind of wind blows?”

Milia smiled at me.

“Just.”

The sun was shining in the distance.

Taffy pulled down her hood and covered her body with her cloak.