(EP-130.2) Nova #1
130 – Ars Nova #1
It was only after a few minutes later that Professor Balan finally stopped crying.
“Professor Balan is still not stable. I hope Lady Draco understands.”
Just then, Hynax explained Professor Balan’s condition.
“Until recently, she had been undergoing psychiatric treatnt under the supervision of high-ranking priests. It’s only now that she reached a level where she could return to her daily life.”
I then rembered when Professor Balan literally turned into a monster.
Looking back now, I was amazed at how I managed to defeat her.
After losing control of her body and getting manipulated by a monster for a long ti, it was inevitable that she would be left with significant trauma.
However, Mirna asked in a rather calm voice.
“Professor Balan, do you rember what you did?”
“Yes, my Lady. Although it is sowhat blurred… I rember everything.”
“So, you rember desecrating our Draco Family’s cetery and inflicting imnse damage on our family?”
“Th, that….”
Professor Balan trembled anxiously. Thanks to this, her chest that was hidden under the black dress started heaving up and down.
She eventually sighed and nodded.
“… I rember everything. The plague spreading in the Draco Family, the killing…”
“As expected.”
Mirna unfolded her fan and said as if she had guessed right.
So, if we were to piece the story together, it would an that Professor Balan was the one responsible for bringing destruction upon Mirna’s family.
To be more precise, it would be the magic that controlled her, Gamigin.
Speaking of, a question suddenly popped into my mind. So I asked the trembling Balan.
“Professor, how did you end up being controlled by such a bizarre curse? If possible, I would appreciate a detailed explanation.”
“That’s, well….”
Her red eyes anxiously darted around. Soon, she started talking as if she had resigned herself to make a decision.
“It happened when I was still a student-. We entered a dungeon and found a strange spell. As for what happened next… When I woke up, I was the only one who survived….”
“You an you found a magic circle in the dungeon? Are you talking about this?”
I quickly sketched a magic circle on the paper lying on the table, which was the Gamigin’s spell that I’d recently acquired.
Seeing this, Balan was startled and imdiately covered her eyes.
“Pl, please put it away!”
“Understood. So was this it?”
“Yes…. It claid to lead to the source of great truth. But it was a lie. I was thoroughly manipulated….”
“By ‘it’ , are you talking about the magic spell?”
“Yes.”
Having heard Balan’s story, the Sages around us lanted with “Hooo’s!” or “Huh’s.” Then the Brown bearded Sage asked.
“Professor Balan, are you saying you were talking to a spell?”
“Y, yes.”
“Did it possess consciousness?”
“Yes. And it’s not just this one. The Demon King’s magic is still in this world, gradually eating it away.”
Paseuseusuk-.
Balan ruffled her hair while trembling. Her condition didn’t look good, but I had no choice but to ask her more.
“You an there are other spells like Gamigin?”
In response to my question, Mirna, who made a long nasal noise, answered instead.
“Indeed, it seems that the Demon King’s magic still lingers in the world.”
With Mirna’s words, the Sages let out murmurs of acknowledgent. I could sense it, and I assu Mirna had also naturally noticed the subtle cues.
Folding her fan, Mirna asked the Sages.
“I know you are hiding sothing. I believe I, Mirna of the Draco Family, have the right to know about it.”
“Heuuum.”
Hynax, the White Sage, sat on his chair with a somber look. But just as he was about to open his mouth, soone beat him to it first.
“Solomon-!”
It was the Black Mage Pelto. The man who was said to have gone crazy after reaching the 6th Rank. At this developnt, everyone began to listen in.
Hynax asked.
“Sir Pelto, do you have sothing to say?”
In response to Hynax’s question, the Black Mage Pelto began making strange sounds like “Euggreuk-” while his body contorted.
It was as if he was trying to resist sothing, or suffering from a mosquito bite on his back.
Then he finally stretched out his bony, old tree-like hand and pointed at .
“Solomon, Ars Nova.”
Edited by: faker
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