Chapter 485 – Magic Run (7)

Yandel’s body twisted strangely, and at some point, black magic spewed out from his heart.

After wrapping up all the platinum-colored fragments that were about to scatter, a lump of magical power coalesced around Yandel.

Carla raised her head, thinking that the shape looked like an egg. Ajidahaka wriggles and regenerates. His tightly closed eyes opened and their gazes met.

-Fafnir… !

Ajidahaka growls like an animal due to clouded reason.

Thanks to Yandel’s efforts once more, his mind awakened, but his body has not yet properly regenerated.

At least I will have to stay on the floor until Iris and Havel arrive.

But how much can the two of them fight Ajdahaka without Yandel or Tarla?

Instead of running away as Yandel said, Carla took a step in front of her. Just like Tarla did before.

If something is truly precious, protect it at all costs.

Carla knew very well what those words meant.

“… “I thought so even if I didn’t say it.”

Carla muttered softly and raised her magic power. Elisha, who was looking at Yandel’s condition, was startled and approached her.

“Carla?! “Does she really intend to fight?!”

“Huh.”

“I did something reckless… You know. You can’t use magic in front of Ajidahaka! Even if we could use it, with our power…”

“I know. All I saw was from afar, but the master couldn’t even use proper magic, so what can we do? … But what if it’s not me but another archmage?”

“Yes? Where is such a person… No way?”

Elisha opens her eyes wide as if she noticed something. Carla nodded her head towards her.

“That’s right. “I will awaken all the magic in this mansion.”

“That would definitely work to some extent. But didn’t you say you should at least be a high-level wizard? That’s why I gave control of her to Yandel, not to you, Karla.”

“Huh? “Is that because you just want to give it to your master?”

“…”

Carla lifted the corner of her mouth with a grin towards Elisha, who was speechless for a moment.

“Well, it’s true that you have to be a high-level wizard to be able to handle the mansion’s defense system.”

Just because a magic is engraved by an archmage does not mean that it is only archmagic. The moment it is engraved in the form of a magic circle or enchantment, it is inevitable that it will deteriorate by one level.

But even so, it is magic engraved by an archmage. It can only be activated if you have the appropriate amount of magic power and control ability.

“So, let’s do it from now on.”

“… “What?”

“High level wizard.”

Carla said this in a calm voice and sank her consciousness inside.

Being a high-level wizard is not something you can become if you want to. Isn’t the reason Yandel repairs his own body in the first place because he lacks enlightenment to reach the next level?

But Carla is different.

She had already reached the level of a fully-fledged mid-level magician before she even met Yandel, as she was of the lineage of Lindel Hite, who was more than just a genius but also deceptive.

They say she was a better wizard than most academy professors.

Not only did she meet her Yandel and receive all kinds of support, but through her dungeon, her potential blossomed, and she received the prototype of the Lindt Bloom breathing method from her Yandel, reaching the level of imitating the Dragon Heart.

As for Elisha, she is on the verge of becoming a high-ranking magician, but it would not be surprising if Karla, who was half a step ahead of her, rose to a high-ranking magician at some point.

But Carla couldn’t move on, even though she knew she was ready to take the next step. No, she wasn’t moving forward.

The reason is simple.

Because her trauma held her back.

Just like when she refused the Lindell Haidt family’s lottery, she was worried that if she became too great, she would be disliked by Yandel.

In the process of rising to the rank of a high-ranking mage, she absorbs a huge amount of mana, which also causes the enslavement magic on Carla to be broken.

Because it is a delicate magic, it is easily damaged by strong torrents of mana.

This is something that cannot be overlooked by Karla, who is obsessed with being Yandel’s slave.

For this reason, she had been hesitant until now, even though she could have reached the level of a high-ranking wizard.

But she was no longer in a situation where she could act foolishly like that. For Karla had seen her last words of Tarla, and she had heard her last words.

Now it’s Carla’s turn.

Carla’s ruby ​​eyes brightened. Her gaze was clear and transparent, as if all her illusions had been thrown away.

She took a step that had been stagnant for a long time.

The history of Lindell Height engraved on her mansion responded to her.

***

She somehow succeeded in trapping the fragments of Tarla that were about to scatter.

The sight of it fluttering in front of the pitch-black wall of magic is as pretty as the stars in the night sky.

Just as the starlight cannot escape the night sky, no matter how bright it is, Tarla’s fragments will no longer be able to escape this space.

With this, the immediate goal has been achieved. There were two very serious problems.

First of all.

A person dies when his heart bursts. Isn’t this really a natural thing? No matter how high my regenerative power is, it is not enough to regenerate the heart that disappeared without a trace before I died.

And two.

The original plan was to use the power of the strengthened Dragon Heart to unite the powers of the evil gods.

But my heart exploded and all the magic I had was poured out.

Thanks to this, she was able to trap Tarla’s fragments like this, but she lacked the strength to actually pull the fragments out.

Of course, once you die and come back to life, that’s it. Didn’t you work hard to develop the divine protection of all gods to use it in times like this?

However, we cannot rely on resurrection now.

What would it be like if I died and was resurrected? There’s a high probability that it’s me when I look fine.

It shouldn’t be like that. Didn’t he earn the right to interfere with the fragments of Tarla by tearing apart his body and even exploding his heart?

At least, he cannot die until all the scattered powers of the evil spirit are collected and Tarla’s memories are fully restored.

So, I forcibly held on to my fading mind and sent my consciousness down even deeper.

The heart is gone, and the blood can no longer circulate and just flows down. However, the violent nature of the dragon was still hidden behind it all.

In the end, what you have to do will be no different from before. Wouldn’t it be enough to rebuild the broken Dragon Heart stronger than before?

Although there was a limit until death… If something has to be done, you have no choice but to do it.

Consciousness sinking deeper and deeper. I dig through the things that make up my body, turn over the remains, and finally pull out the things I find.

However, it is slower than when other parts were repaired. Is it only natural that we are rebuilding the Dragon Heart, and not anywhere else?

If so, you need to look deeper.

A sharply forged will cuts through the floor. After digging and digging into the information engraved in my blood, I finally reached the bottom.

I ignored the voices that were whispering that this was the end, that I should go back now, and that I should get comfortable, and even ripped out the bottom.

Are these hallucinations because death is so close? In deep darkness without a single ray of light. A pair of eyes were looking down at me.

“… Ah.”

It was as large as a small castle, and the black scales covering its entire body were as beautiful as obsidian.

Beautiful appearance with flowing curves overall. But if you look closely, there are scars here and there.

However, despite the grievous wounds, all I feel is not compassion, but only violence and ferocity.

The moment I became aware of this, my body stiffened due to the crazy swelling of my presence.

Fafnir.

He is the original owner of this body and stands at the end of the path I must travel. The corners of my mouth naturally rose at the majesty that could not be compared to something like Ajidahaka.

“Give it to me.”

That look. That power. That heart.

Give it all away right now. Tarla… I need it to get mine back.

Fafnir’s arrogant yet greedy purple eyes. Reflected above, I had the same eyes as him.

***

When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by the same starry night sky as before. Although the viewing height has changed.

With a body that I was not yet used to, I stretched out my mana, which had reached its mortal limit, with all my might.

The stars in the sky fell one by one, and soon they all gathered in my hands.

However, despite all the effort it took, the fragments of power did not come together easily.

I was able to somehow keep it together thanks to the small power given by the surging blue acting as a central point, but it kept trying to fall apart again.

It feels as if the world will not tolerate Tarla’s resurrection. If so, I have no choice but to make him admit it.

Having searched around several times, I know where everything is.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The heart beats so violently that it cannot be compared to before. Beyond being completed, the Dragon Heart, which has regained its original form, removes a blessing attached to my soul.

-Pfft… !

It still hurts so bad. Still, thanks to having tried it once before, I was able to pull it out cleanly without any problems, although it only hurt.

The blessing of all gods. The power of one-time limited resurrection contained within was fused with the platinum-colored fragments that had been forcibly gathered together.

Ugh-

Only then did the power of the evil spirits that became one vibrate slightly and began to dwell in the flower I had placed in Tarla.

It looks like a blue lily is inside a fist-sized glass bead.

He placed Tarla safely in his inventory and lifted her head. The ceiling has gotten so close that it’s frustrating.

It’s time to get out.