Is it an elevator?
Alla looked at Ruon, who was gazing in wonder at the floor gently floating upwards, and spoke.
“It’s a levitating stone. When you infuse it with mana, it levitates. And when it’s not infused with mana, it descends slowly, making it very convenient for this kind of layered structure.”
As her explanation ca to an end, the levitating stone, which had been decelerating, stopped.
The group climbed up the stairs and followed Eddie into a narrow corridor.
As they walked down the corridor, Alla asked, “Eddie, are the old n still the sa?”
Eddie, who was walking at the front, let out an annoyed snort.
“Ha, sa old, unfortunately.”
“Have you figured much out?”
Eddie poured out his words as if he had been waiting for that question.
“Alla, as you know, it’s not been just a day or two since the work on interpreting the Philosopher’s Stone has stalled. It’s been over ten years since work stagnated, and I’m always hysterical, trying to convince myself that it’s just because Salvator damaged the stone… It’s more than my erratic mind can handle.”
Alla sighed at Eddie, who continued talking without a break.
“They’ve always been like that, but you should stop it with the split consciousness. Reduce the burden on your ntal system. You’re using more than half of your ti being ‘you’ rather than ‘yourself.'”
Eddie didn’t like her nagging, shaking his head.
“That’s enough. It’s hard enough to deal with the old n and their piled workload, I don’t need to add you to the mix.”
He added.
“Fortunately, most of the old n are so obsessed with their research that they rarely leave their rooms. That’s why Iredor is the only one officially handling the affairs.”
“Iredor’s not so bad.”
“At least he’s talkative.”
Listening to the two people conversing with each other, Kyle whispered to Ruon.
“What are they talking about? I can’t understand a word because they keep ntioning magicians.”
“They’re just gossiping about their bosses.”
“What’s a boss?”
A literal maze of books greeted the group as they passed through the hallway, sharing various conversations.
Even Ruon let out a short gasp at the dizzying sight of thick volus that must have numbered in the tens of thousands, each stacked along the walls.
‘Incredible.’
The group followed Eddie, who moved forward without stopping, veering this way and that as if he were used to coming this way, and after a few monts, they arrived in front of an old man lying in a hammock, reading a book.
“Long ti no see, Alla.”
Without looking away from his book, the old man, who only moved his mouth, received Alla’s light bow.
“It’s been a while. Master Iredor.”
‘So, the old man is the Master of the Tower.’
Ruon’s eyes lit up at the unexpected title, and the old man stood up.
Turning his head, the old man observed the faces of the group and slowly opened his mouth.
“You’ve brought strange fellows.”
He pointed his spindly fingers alternately at Ruon and Kyle.
“It’s quite amusing to see a man who’s not even remotely sacred wielding a sword blessed by Tibella’s grace. And the other one, carrying the long-lost spell destroyer… Who on earth are you fellows?”
Kyle extended his thumb towards the shield hanging behind his back and asked, “Is this shield the spell destroyer?”
At his confident question, wrinkles appeared between Iredor’s eyes.
“Have you been carrying that thing around without even knowing its history? You reckless fellow… That shield is…”
At that mont, Eddie intervened.
“We can talk about that later. It’s better to finish what we need to discuss while I’m still sane.”
Saying that, Eddie held out the stone he had been carrying in one hand.
Iredor’s eyes narrowed deeply as he received the stone.
“It seems like you’re heavily contaminated by Belducias’s power. Did you even go as far as borrowing the hand of Quintuanus?”
Alla, who remained silent, saw Iredor click his tongue.
“Well, that’s your business.”
Shaking his head, he said, “It’s going to be difficult to restore the Philosopher’s Stone right away. For now, we’ll have to be satisfied that it’s back in our hands.”
For the first ti, Iredor looked straight at Alla and said, “You’ve been through a lot to return it.”
Alla did not deny it.
“There were many obstacles. Without the help of these two, it would have been impossible to return safely. That’s why I want them to receive suitable compensation.”
Nodding in agreent, Iredor said, “That’s right, I won’t be ambiguous about the reward. Tell what you want. Starting with you, what do you desire?”
Kyle was pointed at first, and he scratched his head in embarrassnt.
“Huh? Why all of a sudden? I haven’t really done much… I just followed along out of curiosity.”
Unable to answer directly, he shook his head uncomfortably. Iredor turned to Ruon and asked, “What about you?”
“I ca to read my fate.”
Ruon’s calm response made Iredor narrow his eyes.
“Fate?”
“Yes.”
“Why bother trying to find sothing so uncertain?”
“That’s my business.”
Ruon’s unflinching response caused the wrinkles around Iredor’s eyes to soften.
“Alright, fine.”
Saying that, Iredor began to rub his lips slowly.
Then, light erged like mist from his body, floating up into the air and illuminating a giant painting on the ceiling.
‘A map?’
As Ruon looked up at the massive map covering the ceiling, Iredor approached him and extended his hand.
“Give your hand.”
He didn’t particularly like the idea of being asked to offer his hand, but living in a place like this hardly made him a normal person, so Ruon graciously wrapped his hand around Iredor’s petite palm.
Iredor spoke.
“I should warn you in advance. What you are about to see is by no ans a predetermined outco. It is rely a glimpse into the most realistic possibilities constructed based on your past, perating through countless scenarios. So…”
‘What nonsense is this?’
Ruon didn’t need any verbose explanation that he couldn’t understand, so he cut Iredor off.
“If your explanation is too long, it only makes you look like you have nothing to say, esteed magician.”
“You impudent brat,” Iredor said, crinkling his nose, as he grasped Ruon’s hand firmly.
In that mont, Ruon felt his field of vision hurtling towards the sky.
In an instant, as he collided with the map drawn on the ceiling!
He found himself standing in a dark forest.
Sensing an eerie presence, Ruon looked around.
“Eeek!”
At that mont, a horrifying scream ca from behind.
When he turned his head, he saw a monster with long arms and legs rushing towards him with terrifying speed.
‘It’s gone?’
Ruon, who was about to draw his Holy Sword, belatedly realized that he had nothing at his waist as the monster approached him.
Nevertheless, as the monster approached his face, Ruon reflexively threw a punch.
But the punch passed right through the monster’s body.
As the monster passed by behind him, Ruon turned his head towards it.
“Eeek!”
The monster let out a painful scream. Suddenly, the dismbered creature’s body fell to the ground in pieces.
The man who dismbered the monster, a banshee, showed a faint smile and mumbled to himself.
“Not bad.”
It wasn’t a vision.
Only then did Ruon realize that this scenery was a mont from his past.
The scenery changed once again.
He passed through the scene where he killed five thugs targeting a necklace and hurried his steps, and the mont when he cut off the head of a monster that birthed ghouls passed by in an instant.
The monastery, Holy Sword, obelisk, Kyle, Alla, the devil’s minions, and the Tower.
The landscapes that changed one after another according to the passage of ti began to accelerate, until suddenly they brought Ruon to an entirely new space.
‘Where am I?’
The air was dim and filled with a sinister aura, the murky water rose up to their ankles, and floating within it was blood.
Following the long streaks of blood with his eyes, Ruon could spot sothing enormous crouching in the distance.
As Ruon watched it gradually unfold its twisted form, he gritted his teeth.
It was a gigantic hand.
Three huge hands of different colors, one in red, one yellow, and one black.
“…Belducius.”
In that mont, the ground beneath Ruon’s feet crumbled and began to sink. As he plumted into the abyss-like darkness along with the crumbling land, a familiar voice echoed in his ears.
“Are you awake?”
In a flash, Ruon opened his eyes and looked into the blue irises of Alla, who was leaning against the headboard of the bed, wearing a worried expression.
“Did I lose consciousness?”
“Surprisingly.”
‘Have I ever lost consciousness due to soone else?’
Judging by how he couldn’t rember, it seed unlikely.
“What happened?”
Alla imdiately answered.
“After Iredor let go of your hand, you remained standing in the sa spot without moving. You stood like that for a few minutes and then suddenly lost consciousness. You should have seen Kyle’s expression…”
As if sothing crossed her mind, Alla’s low murmuring ceased, and she asked, “I know it’s rude, but can I ask what you saw?”
Since it wasn’t really a secret, Ruon answered right away.
“I ca face to face with sothing that looked like Belducius, but I’m not sure if it was really him.”
Alla’s eyes widened.
“You saw him?”
While looking at Ruon, who nodded nonchalantly, Alla muttered to herself.
“The past, where you purified the power of Belducius’ minions by killing three of them with the Holy Sword, must have had a significant influence. However, Ruon… as Iredor said, it’s not a definite future, so there’s no need to worry.”
Ruon raised an eyebrow.
“Worry? What do you an?”
“Well…”
“Didn’t I already say it before? When faced with such a situation, just kill them. That’s all.”
Alla laughed dryly at Ruon’s resolute words.
“It’s strange. Whenever you say sothing like that, it never sounds like a joke.”
“It’s not a joke.”
Alla burst into laughter, pressing her finger against her mouth, as if trying to hold back her laughter.
“Ruon, can I ask you sothing?”
“You have a lot of questions today.”
“Is it not allowed?”
“Well, there’s nothing I can’t answer.”
Perhaps not expecting such an agreeable response, Alla widened her eyes and slowly began to speak.
“I’ve always been curious. With your level of skills, you could live anywhere and be treated like royalty. Why don’t you do that?”
Ruon couldn’t answer imdiately.
Her question penetrated his entire life as the character known as Ruon.
Why does he fight? Why does he level up? Why does he seek stronger opponents? Why…
Why can’t he settle down?
Naturally, the answer had always been the sa.
He wanted to go back.
Not because he desperately missed the life of a 26-year-old college student who had no ti to spare for job preparation, but simply because it was where he belonged.
No matter how strong his body and swordsmanship were in this world, Ruon was rely an eternal stranger plagued by a longing for ho.
As Ruon searched for a sentence that could succinctly explain all those emotions to Alla, he suddenly smiled lightly and opened his mouth.
“To complete my story.”
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