Chapter 114
On the day when the Archmage Gluckt died (2)
Although Archmage Gluckt is a figure from the past, he is frequently ntioned in the scenario of Sylvanian Academys Failed Swordsman. He has left behind many traces of his existence. Recognized for his varied achievents in almost every field at nurous academies, he explored elental studies, magical creature ecology, herbology, mana manipulation, sensitivity principles, and elentalism. He served directly under the royal family as a mage, exterminated magical creatures, spent years as a rcenary, saved border city-states from crises, and even simultaneously subdued both the highest-ranking fire elental Theorphys and the highest-ranking water elental Pride He truly lived the life of a hero.
After his retirent, he devoted himself to nurturing the next generation, following the will of his ntor Archsage Sylvanius, and invested all his lifelong assets into educational and academic research funding. It was said that he hardly spent any money on himself.
The remnants of his presence are clearly left here at Sylvanius Academy. There is the Gluckt Hall among the three buildings of the student union, the Gluckt Scholarship Foundation which I once relied on, and Gluckts magical theories that remain part of the standard curriculum.
If Archsage Sylvanius was the founder of Sylvanius Academy, then Archmage Gluckt could be considered the main contributor who took on its maintenance and developed it into the worlds leading educational institution.
Ive read materials from the setting books, and since coming into this world, Ive morized the biographies to the point where I could recite them by heart. After all, hes one of the major figures discussed in the subject of magical history.
However, his end remains undisclosed. At least, historically speaking.
But I had a rough idea, as Sylvaniuss Failed Swordsman sowhat covered the past of Lucy.
After liquidating all his assets and feeling that he had done all he could, he retires to a vast mountain range in the northwestern region of Rallden.
There, in a monastery, he discovers an abandoned Lucy and takes her in, imdiately recognizing the girls magical talent and bestowing upon her the Stars Blessing, which swiftly unlocked her potential.
Unexpectedly, Lucys magical talent turned out to be even more trendous than Gluckt had anticipated.
Even left to her own devices, the girl would have awakened to her magical power and made a na for herself as a sorceress. And to think, she even t a great archmage who would go down in history as her ntor Thus, their combined potentials triggered a chemical reaction, turning her into a gemstone of vast talent.
Nevertheless, Archmage Gluckt thus spent his twilight years in the Rallden mountain range.
Casually engaging in writing activities, surviving, and refining the human gem nad Lucy Mayrill Eventually, he reaches the end of his life.
On a rainy day. In a humble shack.
The past glory of a supre figure who swayed the world and led human history was nowhere to be seen, as Archmage Gluckt laid completely withered.
His back was bent, his face covered in deep wrinkles. Half of his face was hidden by a bushy beard, and his hair had turned white, devoid of any luster.
There was no family by his side. His wife, whom he t in his youth, had lost her life while subduing Theorphys, and those he could call friends had all passed from this world.
After becoming a notable figure, the people he t either revered him or sought to take advantage of his fa. Such is the lonely nature of those at the pinnacle.
He had a long journey.
If turned into a book, his life would be enough to create a grand adventure epic.
Yet, in the end, there was soone to carry on his will. That alone made him feel he had lived a successful life.
The tapping of the rain against the shacks roof marked the end of one magicians journey.
And so my journey began. Though now, its over.
Over?
Dusk.
After a lively day in Arkensum, this ti was the bridge between the busy daylight and the tranquil night.
The sky was painted red, ready to welco the long night ahead.
As we stepped into the darkening eastern sky, Lucy and I walked together for a while.
Lucy clung to my arm, leading the way with determination, and I simply matched my pace to hers.
Lucy, able to lighten her weight to fly or even teleport long distances using spatial magic with a bold use of her mana, had once zood from the Ophelius Hall to the northern forest in a blink.
Yet, Lucy chose to walk slowly. There seed to be a desire to match our steps, and she probably had things she wanted to say before reaching our destination.
You can let go of my hand. Im not going anywhere.
After leaving the northern forest and passing through the residential area to near the western coast, we had walked quite a distance.
We received many curious glances from people along the way, which made my face uncomfortably itchy.
The sight of Lucy pulling
along seed curious indeed to onlookers.
Lucys na as Sylvanius Academys valedictorian and a prodigious magician was well-known. Though not everyone recognized her face, those who did sure took note. Especially current Sylvanius students.
Already feeling awkward from the looks we got passing through the residential area, and my arm was starting to tingle from being outstretched for so long.
It looks like Im being dragged around. You dont have to hold on.
With that, Lucy glanced at her own arm and then back at my face.
Her gaze still seed vacant, but perhaps there was a hint more emotion than before. They say that even a heart will open up over ti, and this girl, who once seed like a talking doll, was beginning to look more human-like, which was quite fascinating to see.
Lucy let go of my arm and absentmindedly twirled the tips of her white hair. She then pulled down her large witch hat and nodded.
So, where are we going? You couldve just told
ahead of ti, it wouldnt have hurt anyone.
Were heading to the west coast of Arkensum. Were almost there.
Just the coast? You suddenly felt like seeing the sea? It cant be just that.
Lucy tried to speak but seed to struggle with the explanation and simply shook her head.
She flapped her spare sleeve and pointed toward the direction we were heading. I was about to ask but simply acknowledged and continued following Lucy.
Do you know where that old mans hotown is?
Archmage Gluckt? According to history class, he was from the lawless region of Cohelton.
Lucy shook her head.
That was just where he spent so of his childhood.
What?
The history books are wrong.
That was a curious assertion. Its not often soone can confidently say the books themselves are flawed, especially soone in front of .
Since the information ca from Lucy, who heard it from Gluckt himself, its likely her words are accurate.
Then?
Its here, this Arkensum.
Adjusting her hat and looking up at the sky, Lucys eyes reflected the wide expanse of the early evening sky.
A few birds took flight into the sunset, disappearing into the distant forest.
From this point on, we delved into the realm beyond the scenario or even history.
Theres no ntion of it in the Sylvaniuss Failed Swordsman setting books or in any historical records of this world. These were the kinds of stories that lay subrged beneath the surface.
Back when that old man was eagerly seeking knowledge, this Arkensum had no big schools, just a few local tribes and magical creatures all around.
That makes sense. After all, the major subjugation of the magical creatures on Arkensum didnt occur until after Sylvanius Academy was established.
Back then, even though Sylvanius Academy existed, it was incredibly minor It could barely be called a school. It was almost like a private tutoring building, hed said.
The school was sothing built by Archsage Sylvanius on this very Arkensum. A school that, at that ti, lacked prestige and had no ability to gather students properly.
How Gluckt spent his childhood on Arkensum after eting Sylvanius neither I nor Lucy could know.
Sylvanius Academy is a treasure painstakingly crafted by Master Sylvanius Robester for the advancent of scholarship throughout his life.
Many prescient trials are already foreseen to assail this precious treasure. Of course, probably only visible properly through the eyes of Master Sylvanius, the stellar scholar.
Trials will strengthen the earth after the rain, and most will be overco by Sylvanius Academy on its own But there is one trial that wont be surmounted without your power.
When that ti cos, for the sake of this old man would you lend your strength? Lucy.
What was so enjoyable about constantly reminiscing about his days seeking knowledge on Arkensum, and even when dying, he worried only about this school. He was really a foolish old man.
His true ho at heart was always Arkensum. Theres no helping it then.
No helping it? What does she an by that? Im about to ask when suddenly I am at a loss for words.
A conjecture forms in my mind, and I realize what she might be implying.
As ntioned, this is a story from beneath the surface.
Not written in any scenario or history book but nevertheless sothing that cant be ignored.
Archmage Gluckt, who t his end in the mountain cabin of Ralldens northern range. And Lucy, who was by his side.
Despite losing the old man who was both father and ntor, imrsed in her grief
Yet reality flows on. All that remains for Lucy now is a dilapidated cabin without an owner and one cold, lifeless body.
A ti cos when one must choose their own path in life. The period of protection within the cradle is over.
What did Lucy most likely want to do first? She had to tend to her masters corpse.
It was a horrific and sad task, but not a difficult one. Lucy, at that ti, would have had sufficient magical ability to bury her master with a simple spell.
However, Lucy did not do so.
From this point on, Lucys own explanation was needed.
Walking along the western coast, Lucy continued her narrative. My intermittent responses punctuated her storytelling, doing nothing more than listening.
The body was covered in a blanket, tightly bound with leather straps, and constantly maintained with a freezing spell to prevent decay. With a proper application of buoyancy magic, despite being inefficient, it could be carried without much trouble.
Yet, sustaining this for even an hour would exhaust any average mage. It was sothing Lucy could handle because of her prowess.
She haphazardly packed all the food and miscellaneous items from the cabin into a leather backpack and set off towards the Ral Mountain region.
The destination was Acken Island, at the southernmost tip of the continent.
A chill ran down my spine.
Even if a straight line was drawn across a world map with a quill, it would take a great distance to reach that point.
From the Ral Mountains, going south and further south.
Through the Ureuk Forest, across the Aika Great Lakes, to the alchemists land of Kret, across ylan Plains, bypassing the holy city of Karfea, crossing the Denkin Marshlands, and finally reaching the border of the Cloel Empire. Following the Telden River downstream, past the comrcial city of Oldeuk, through the territories of Earl Aoln, Baron Islan, Count Seil, Duke Rostailer, Marquis Feder, and again past Count Tiss.
After crossing the Zenith Mountain Range and crossing the Dress River, moving southwest through the territory of Margrave Jazhul, passing through the Cranpel Great Forest and traveling over the plains, only then do they glimpse the kses Grand Bridge leading to Acken Island in the distance.
All this journey, preserving her masters body with magic, using levitation spells for transport, and maintaining her own magical strength to move and survive.
How long did it take?
Three months. I lost my way a bit.
When she arrived, it was hard to recognize it as a person anymore.
The place Lucy led
to was a coastal cave, further into the outskirts of the western coast.
The cave, near the cliffs that erged when following the coastal path, had a smaller entrance than expected, making it difficult to notice.
As Lucy and I entered side by side, the interior was quite spacious, but it was unclear whether it was a natural cave or it had been expanded by Lucy.
It was a cave in na, but scattered light from breaks in the destroyed rock perated inside, making it rather bright.
Continuing further inside, the scenery opened again. The outer wall was completely gone, revealing an expansive view of the ocean at a glance.
The place was sunny with cool sea breezes, and flowers growing among the rocks added to the warmth of the place.
A crudely made tombstone stood alone amidst the flowers.
In front of the tombstone, various sundries were placed. Probably what the owner of the stone had possessed in life.
This is
It was hard to find just based on fragnted old testimonies but after scouring the island for a week, I found it.
Lucy walked past the tombstone and took a seat facing the sea.
This is where the grand sorcerer and the sage used to share and hone their teachings.
This cave with an ocean view was a place full of mories for the deceased grand sorcerer, perhaps the scenes from the distant past he had called to mind at the end of his life.
Instead of his exploits over the continent, perhaps it was the days of bickering with his pupil and honing magic that he ultimately conjured in his lifes final monts.
For Lucy, that seed to be the case, as only the solitary tombstone now occupied the open cave.
The wind blew. It was a moist sea breeze.
Lucys hair, normally tied in two pretty braids, danced in the wind, catching the light of the late evening sky and casting a strange, reddish hue.
I calmly approached the tombstone to look at the items placed theremiscellaneous items such as a frayed staff or a worn robe.
But among them, a book caught my eye.
An ordinary person would not have been able to suppress a gasp.
[ Introduction to Sanctity Magic
Author Glokt Elderbane ]
I didnt make my emotions obvious. But anyone with even a bit of magic education would understand.
Within the realm of sanctity magic, there can be no such thing as an introduction.
Its a field that even the greatest mages have struggled to refine over a long period without establishing a clear fraworka domain of magic like an unconquered mountain.
Until his dying mont, the grand sorcerer Glokt had been drafting a book to solidify sanctity magic. While he never published it, his existence in book form indicated that a draft had been sowhat completed.
Its magical value is imasurable, and even converting it to monetary value would yield the sa.
Glokts Southern Travels, a record of the magic of the southern lands, was auctioned for about 7,000 Plen gold coins.
Hed said it would be his final work, but could he have been gathering his last strength for this ultimate posthumous work?
The value of this to, containing his interpretation of sanctity magic, was imasurable at least to .
Take it if you want. I dont need it; I already know everything inside.
Lucy, who had been sitting with her knees hugged, gazing at the sea, spoke unhurriedly.
This book was a remnant of Glokt. Understanding its significance to Lucy, I could not respond thoughtlessly.
Yet, Lucy spoke while looking calmly at the sky.
This is where my journey ends.
From the Ral Mountains to Acken Island.
It was a hellish journey even to imagine, but she was able to finish it, probably because of the unresolved feelings her master left behind.
Still, I havent even lived half the life allotted to . I might embark on another journey or just live out the rest without much aim. ButIm determined to fulfill the promise I made to that old man.
The promise to protect Silvenia if it ever faces a crisis?
Thats the last duty I have left.
No question followed about how I knew this. I had already heard of the will Glokt left for Lucy.
That last vow was likely why Lucy remained in Silvenia, the final anchor in her life.
Only after fulfilling that promise could she fully release herself from the shadows and constraints of her master.
Im afraid of the emptiness that will co after Ive put all this behind .
It was unusual for Lucy to be so talkative.
But her voice, heavy and slightly absent, was the sa.
anwhile, the sky above remained beautifully peaceful.
Lucy, having witnessed Glokts twilight years closely, realized how terrifying it was to be cast alone in this vast world without reason or purpose.
She knew herself. Lucy was absurdly born with imnse power.
If she decided to, she could beco the continents greatest mage and may even threaten the legacies of the legendary Silvenia and Glokt.
But if what remained at the end was only emptiness, what aning would life have?
Thus, the girl seeks reasons to live. Just as her master had run from the void all his life, she did the sa.
For her master, mories of this coastal cave and Silvenia were enough to cherish at the end of his days.
Where would Lucy be allowed to go? That question oscillated between anticipation and fear, perpetually coiling and resting in her heart.
Therefore, she could only beco indifferent.
Losing interest in the world, she could only live life going with the flow.
By coming to Acken Island and burying her master, she concluded the first journey of her life to so extent.
At that point, her world slowly began to fade to monochro.
Was it the grave that made her feel so invariably lancholic?
The girl halted a sniffle as she hugged her knees. It wasnt a mont for tears, just a touch of sadness. It was all in the past.
With a soft tone, Lucy spoke.
Its not a very pleasant story, nor is it enjoyable to hear. And coming to such a place is just troubleso
Behind her, I sat quietly in front of the tombstone, silently listening.
I just really wanted to show you this place.
Only one trial remained in the girls life.
Once it was over, she could break free from the shadows and anchors of her master and lead her own life fully.
However, a life without direction is like a ship lost in the currents.
Knowing that feeling all too well I just sat with Lucy for a while.
The sun set in the western sky.
The sound of the waves occasionally echoed off the cave walls.
Thanks to the cool breeze of late spring, it wasnt too cold or hot even after sitting for a long ti.
It was a fortunate thing.
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