The Emperor Who Was Chapter 66 : Chapter 66

Chapter . 66

“Michelon, Yolande is doing her best.”

Yolande was rely referencing the Throne Magic Circle. But Michelon disliked

shedding blood even when I used the Throne Magic Circle. Unless he was shedding his blood as well. He dislikes blood, yet likes battles.

“For Nanette, not you.”

As Michelon retorted, I acknowledged.

“For Nanette.”

I nodded and continued.

“For

who likes Nanette. Also, since Nanette likes

and likes Yolande, it is natural for Yolande and

to care for each other.”

Yolande looked only at .

“It is Vincent.”

“Who?”

Michelon asked, but Yolande shut her mouth and lowered her head. There was no color in those lips that had just spoken her husband's na.

“Thank you, Yolande.”

Saying so, I extended the other arm Michelon wasn't holding to Yolande.

“What are you—”

But Yolande was faster. As Yolande swung her staff, my exposed wrist was slashed by a blade so sharp I didn't even feel pain, and blood dripped down.

As soon as the blood fell, Yolande healed my wound. It didn't hurt at all. It hurt more that Michelon, gritting his teeth, gripped my arm tighter.

Then Yolande cast magic with all her mana. How long has it been since I saw Master's magic?

Most of the incantations that ca out were composed of ancient languages that had beco dead languages. Words whose anings were actually unclear, though they are said to an protection mainly nowadays. Master had ntioned that there are rare cases like that among spells handed down from ancient tis. Speculating that they might be cipher spells hiding the actual aning in dead languages.

Even if I couldn't understand, the clear and deep vocalization sounded beautiful.

“Incipiora Valaskaion de Valaska interese Armatiana Hellanesta.”

Yolande's magic was brightening the originally dark Audience Chamber. But now magical darkness settled everywhere. To brighten the light of the magic circle most vividly. Only the tip of Yolande's staff was faintly lighting up.

Then a faint vibration occurred throughout the Audience Chamber. That vibration slowly pushed from all over the Audience Chamber towards the Throne and concentrated under the Throne.

“Fiordelichea pasturanera brontesenus.”

As the vibration spread from under the Throne to all directions again, the steps of the platform where the Throne was placed slowly went down. Thus the floor beca flat. Then light began to emit slowly, but only the imdiate vicinity of the Throne was sparkling barely. It wasn't bright enough yet, and far from a magic circle, it looked like a few fireflies gathered.

“Scatelano Herzeloidera—”

She was out of breath. Before even finishing the spell.

It wasn't because Yolande's magic was insufficient. Originally, more mages were needed. Doing it alone itself was truly amazing.

And although it wasn't the thod I established by banging my head alone, it was an interesting spell and an exciting thod. Enough to want to watch until the end.

‘At this rate, the sun will rise.’

It was hard to keep watching such strong mana and truly excellent magic being consud. Although it is really good, doing so is too inefficient, and there is no need to do so. Especially when Master, not just any other mage, is about to pass out struggling alone.

“Throne Magic Circle Manifestation!”

I raised one hand, palm down, and drew a semicircle from the Throne towards the entire Audience Chamber.

The next mont, the entire Throne Magic Circle vividly erged on the entire floor of the Audience Chamber, brightening the darkness.

Thud.

The staff fell from Yolande's hand and rolled away.

“Why didn't you do it earlier. I thought the sun would rise.”

Michelon, who had glared at

so fiercely lest I reveal the fact that I am a mage, finally took his hand off my arm and said. A friend who persuades

if our wills differ, but always follows if my will is firm. Is that what a friend is originally like, or is Michelon just such a friend.

I wanted to see Master's magic after a long ti. Still, if Master gets too exhausted, we won't be able to achieve the real purpose of coming here.

I bent down, picked up the staff Yolande dropped, and held it out. Yolande barely accepted it with a still blank face.

“You are released from the contract with the Emperor.”

Yolande blinked at my words and looked at . Realizing that the words were Word Soul Magic.

She still had a bewildered face uncharacteristic of Master, but I pushed on without giving her ti to co to her senses. If we drag out ti like this, it will only beco more dangerous for fellow mages like Master and .

“My husband... Vincent.......”

Yolande whispered. Like a younger sister who can never be happy alone without her older sister, a wife who can never be free alone without her husband.

“I know. He too shall find freedom like you.”

Having said that, I asked.

“By the way, how did Vincent, Desmond's mage, co to marry the Emperor's mage? Setting aside hostages.”

The imperial family of Armatia does not forbid mages under their command from marrying. However, they block not only marriage but interaction itself with mages of other imperial family mbers. Even when forming an alliance and fighting together, under strict surveillance.

Because hostages also need to be held together, but if they are under another master, they cannot be called hostages.

Yolande's lips trembled. She truly couldn't speak. A direct order not to speak.

‘ntioning Ilaves's death itself must be taboo.’

I extended my hand.

“Recall that mory. Close your eyes and shut your lips. You do not break the taboo.”

Yolande stared intently at my hand for a mont, then finally raised her staff and touched it to my palm.

-Oath of Silence.

Master had said.

-Mages cannot divulge anything regardless of what order or what happened.

Silence included as a basic condition when mages swear to obey under the imperial family's protection.

Master could not explain in detail about that either. But I was soone who had already achieved a new contract replacing the most difficult contract with a dragon. Soone who also revived mories of the contract seal experienced in the past.

‘Trust , Master.’

Speaking only inwardly while looking earnestly outwardly, I lifted Yolande's staff and touched it to the center of my forehead. The sound of Michelon inhaling was heard vividly.

I took Yolande's other trembling hand and made it cover my eyes, and when my eyes were covered by her hand, I said.

“If there is magic to erase mories, there is also magic to read mories.”

Amidst Yolande gasping for breath, a voice from the past whispered to .

-But oblivion magic is stronger, why?

-Because there must be many who wish to forget themselves. More than those willing to hand over mories.

-ntal magic is less stable than elental magic, why?

-Is it because it is abused, reducing people's spontaneity?

-Exactly. ntal magic originally utilizes people's ntal power. Since it is a great power no less than elental power. However, instead of harmonizing with elents like elental magic, it forces will upon others' minds and abuses it, so the magic itself could not be developed properly.

Master's teaching was correct.

But whenever I recalled my past which was forgotten even though I didn't wish for it myself, I recalled another victim who recomnded that oblivion.

-I was like that too... once you obtain it, you can forget everything except the joy of that healing... there will also be oblivion like a blessing.......

Counting from before the regression, it is still a matter of a few years later.

Now he was agitated thinking Yolande would be in the sa situation as him.

But would it really be so a few years later. Being in the sa situation, wouldn't he believe oblivion is the only dicine. Another victim brainwashed by the sa pain.

Thus, from his case, I found a way for ntal magic not to be abused.

“Yolande.”

“Yes.......”

“If Vincent perceives oblivion as , it can also be . When he perceives pain as .”

“…Light and Darkness.......”

The most distinct concept and most natural image perceived by the mind, naly light and darkness.

Clarifying light and darkness, utilizing ntal magic for the subject.

“You are currently in the

of silence. If you wish, co out to the

of expression.”

ntal magic itself was a first. It would succeed only if Yolande's magic participated voluntarily while I realized my concept.

“For Vincent.......”

“For Vincent.”

Entrusting my forehead under Yolande's staff, closing my eyes under Yolande's hand, I realized ntal magic.

Recalling the appearance of Vincent I saw, the appearance of being beaten to death by the First Prince's knight, I conveyed that mory to Yolande.

“Sob!”

Yolande's hand fell away. The tip of the staff too.

I waited with my eyes closed.

Waiting, Yolande's hand approached again. But instead of coming to my eyes, it went to my hand, grabbed my hand and brought it to her eyes.

When I covered Yolande's eyes with my hand, damp and warm moisture was felt. Like the hand that grabbed my hand first. As if she had blocked her crying with her hand.

Again the tip of the staff touched my forehead, and a hand touched my closed eyes.

I manifested magic again very quietly.

Containing my question following my mory.

Looking back, it was a question buried along with sadness in my young heart from a very long ti ago.

Vincent.

Ti passed. Both our hands beca wet with sweat, and tears welled up in our eyes. Amidst the continuous darkness where nothing could be seen.

I couldn't borrow the power of the Throne Magic Circle either.

When I examined Yolande upon her arrival, her oath was also recorded in the Throne Magic Circle. So Yolande could use magic on the magic circle, but she couldn't use the magic circle to break her oath.

‘Then a conflict between command and command will inevitably occur. I must avoid only that.’

Ti passed again. A terrible headache arose. ntal magic was too different from elental magic, and far from being able to feel or accept with the whole body like elental magic, there was nothing. Since there is nothing, insisting this is not

but , therefore

must also exist.

‘But I have already done it. I have already experienced it.’

The seal of the contract, the contract with Michelon, the pain experienced while confronting and breaking contracts... ultimately, what happened before the regression was ntal magic itself.

After regression, just as the new contract with Michelon is

manifested by one who experienced .

Slowly, sothing began to erge from the darkness. Yolande's mory trapped in taboo finally being released, from the confining

to the liberation of .

The mont the mory of that ti began, mages gathered in the Audience Chamber. At first only the Emperor's mages gathered, but the oldest mage shook his head.

-It is far from enough.

When he said that to the Emperor watching them sitting on the Throne, the Emperor brought the Empress's mages.

-I am incredibly happy to be of ager help to His Majesty the Emperor. God Traneha looks down hoping everything will be accomplished according to His Majesty the Emperor's will.

The Empress, who brought them personally, smiles brightly at the Emperor requisitioning her mages. However, before leaving, she secretly warns her mages. Without knowing the fact that the Throne Magic Circle broke the Empress faction's anti-spying magic, and the Emperor's mages including Yolande were monitoring the Empress faction.

-Report what happened here to

sohow. Regardless of ans and thods, figure out a way to circumvent the Imperial Order sohow.

The Empress's mages tremble. Vincent is among them. Vincent looks at Yolande among the Emperor's mages, but Yolande is busy talking with her teacher, the eldest mage.

-I haven't taken the oath yet.......

-Do not speak foolish words. A mage is protected by the Traneha Order only when there is a master. If you have to swear loyalty anyway, the Emperor is best. You don't need to serve multiple masters throughout your life.

Yolande cannot object and goes before the Emperor as her teacher leads.

-She is my disciple, still an apprentice mage, but I believe she will surely distinguish herself this ti.

Besides Yolande, there are several other apprentice mages. That many mages were needed, and there were many mages trying to make their disciples Emperor's mages like themselves taking this opportunity.

The Emperor accepts their oath of loyalty, but there must be a hostage.