Maybe it was caused by humiliation, and he also understood that it was his own choice.
"Are you all so fearless of death..."
The green-haired young man muttered, turned around and looked towards the port.
The smell of the sea tide is extremely strong, and the white waves are rolling under the dazzling sunlight.
The sea was as normal as ever, not changing because of what happened between the magicians, or, compared to its future fate, it seemed to be mocking it.
The sound of waves rang out again and again.
Sometimes far, sometimes near. Sometimes far, sometimes near.
Somehow, Machili suddenly remembered his answer to Favia that day -
"It shouldn't be like this."
To this day, he still doesn't understand what Favia meant by what he said that day. Sometimes, while conducting magic research, he can't help but look at and use various products made by the secular world. At the same time, he is confused as to why Favia said that the poor people he wants to help are the ones who carry this world.
But at this moment, Makiri recalled his own thoughts and suddenly had some thoughts -
Everyone makes mistakes, and as long as their conscience is not numb, the awareness of making mistakes will make them feel painful.
"Yes... no matter how evil the act is, it will be stopped by good people... I'll just die... I haven't achieved anything... I'm just a worthless person... Death is also a relief..."
Thus, Machiri turned and walked towards the hunter, heading towards a path that he originally could not hold on to.
I guess for him, these are the golden years that he will deeply miss in the days to come.
Later, under the leadership of Machili, the hunters with the 'Faceless King' successfully met Bawan Xi. The two sides hit it off and quickly decided on the day to rescue Paracelsus.
As they exchanged information, Machili realized that he was the only one who seemed to have done nothing. The hunters had the 'Faceless King' who concealed his own aura, and Bawan Xi had the magicians who captured and guarded Paracelsus as insiders. It seemed that they could not bear to see the magician die like this, so they did this... It can only be said that they still have a conscience.
All in all, with mutual assistance, the process of rescuing Paracelsus went smoothly. After all, Paracelsus was just a slightly famous magician, and he was not designated as the 'Grand Master', so even the defense in the spirit tomb was not too strict.
Bawan Xi, Machili and others arrived smoothly at the place where Paracelsus was imprisoned. When they opened the door and saw Paracelsus, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
That's when─
The flow of magic power suddenly changed.
The path that originates from fantasy itself is suddenly cut off.
"I thought there were only a few traitors, but there are goblins as well?"
This sudden sound was like a declaration of death.
"But in the end, it is also one of our obligations. Whether it is punishment or killing, it must be done with grace and joy."
Emotionless words echoed all around. Bawan Xi was unable to fully understand the meaning of the words, but when the voice sounded, it was as if a scene she had never seen before appeared before her eyes, and a deafening sound was heard.
"The source of this magical power... could it be——"
Machili raised his voice and shouted, as if he wanted the sound to reach the other side of the tomb.
"Barcelona!"
His shout penetrated more powerfully than the noisy surge of magic power.
Then──
The middle-aged man, who was in a sense commensurate with his strength, stood in front of Paracelsus in a very natural manner.
"...How rude! You actually want to save a criminal from the punishment of the clock tower."
There was a hint of displeasure on his face, but the middle-aged man still walked forward gracefully step by step. The power released by the fairy was shattered by a light blow of his wrist.
Although the Law and Politics Department was separated as an administrative agency several years ago and is no longer considered a discipline, its current official name is the First Principles Enforcement Bureau. In other words, it is a department that strictly adheres to the first principle of the Clock Tower, "mysteries should be kept hidden."
Moreover, the simple abolition did not undermine the prestige of Barthelmero. After the death of the previous monarch, the current monarch, who was also this middle-aged man, immediately appeared. After all, every generation of Barthelmero was a perfectionist, and the heads of the family would only appear in public after becoming formal magicians. Before that, they could only stay in Barthelmero's mansion for closed education.
Therefore, once they enter the Magic Association, they can immediately become the leaders of a department. For their clan, only the resounding name "Barthelmero" can be regarded as their real name.
Under the leadership of Barthelmero, the Law and Politics Department, as an independent organization, uses the magic and power of the Clock Tower to intervene in real society or adjust the internal balance of the Clock Tower. It is an extremely vulgar but indispensable group.
It is divided into three areas: 'the existence of protecting the magic world', 'the existence of supervising magicians', and 'the existence of contributing to human society'. From this point of view, taking advantage of the opportunity of being suppressed by El-Melloi to successfully transform and establish its own position -
"A magician who commands magicians."
"Shame on El-Melloi. A creature like a fantasy fairy lurked within the clock tower, but was not discovered."
In fact, even if the opponent is a fantasy, it will not make Barthelmero panic, because he is aware of the strength of the goblin.
Although the goblin had its own strengths, it was still far inferior to himself, and based on the mediocrity of the one in front of him, he would not feel the slightest bit uneasy.
If there was anything that angered Barthemero, it was simply that he had not expected that there would be Bawan Xi in addition to Machiri and his group.
"Forget it, this little thing doesn't matter. After all, your fate will end together." Barthelmero's lips twisted slightly in pleasure, "--You should be thankful that you didn't choose to run away from me, you blood-sucking goblin."
"Please let her and them go, it's all my fault..."
Machiri called out, his expression full of tension.
Although he might have predicted a similar development before things got to this point, he did not guess that Bartomero would appear.
"Shut up, you're not even a color. If you want to bark, at least have some basic manners."
The color position is actually the highest position in the clock tower, and the classic position is the level that follows it. In fact, it is a very amazing achievement. Generally speaking, this is a realm that requires accumulation from generation to generation and corresponding to the accumulation to reach.
After he finished speaking, Barthelmero took action, the whip in his hand boiling with incomparable magic power.
It was just pitch black lightning.
The defensive magic that the people present had carefully set up was shattered more easily than tearing paper, and the air boiled from the bottom of the tomb to the sky, wrapping around everyone at an extremely fast speed.
"Oh? Are you willing to give up one hand to resist?"
After a moment's delay, Barthemero realized that a gem surrounding him had reacted at some point and was gradually absorbing his magic power.
Then he glanced behind him, and at that moment Paracelsus covered his face with his bloody right hand and shouted:
"Philosopher's Stone!"
"Ha ha ha ha."
Barthelmero laughed, and for some reason it felt like the purest laugh.
In a flash, he acquiesced to the magician's outburst.
Although he was on the verge of death, he was still a so-called genius after all, and had some corresponding explosive power.
"Not bad, not bad, a very good design idea! You are an excellent magician!" He waved the whip again, "But how can an unfinished product absorb all my magic power!"
Following Barthelmero's words, the magic power in his body was destroyed with the swing of the whip, and the random sweep was like a massacre -
If it weren't for Paracelsus's Philosopher's Stone protecting them, Bawan Xi and the others would have been seriously injured by now. However, just the residual waves were like a violent impact hitting the body.
The Philosopher's Stone can analyze the nature of the magic power released by the enemy, corrode it, and transform it into one's own.
It can store magic power at a high density, but this is a side effect. If it can be fully and perfected, the photon crystals that are rumored to not even exist on Earth can be used as spirit particle calculators. This is the real ability.
It is also a super-large-scale parallel computing capability. In other words, it is the instantaneous implementation of the mysterious level of large-scale ritual magic.
But unfortunately, Paracelsus was still unable to achieve complete perfection, even after becoming a heroic spirit.
One possibility is that Shion is the bird of the underworld "Sands of Osiris" that inherited TATARI's position. The philosopher's stones it mass-produced are used as batteries to cure apostles, and it intends to make all of humanity into specimens for preservation.
The Philosopher's Stone of Paracelsus, who has become a heroic spirit, can be used to grant pseudo-immortality, neutralize the seal of the Second Temple of Ra, and turn a corpse into a zombie.
"I was the only one who broke the rules. It would be too embarrassing for a monarch to punish others as well."
".....ugly?"
Barthelmero raised his chin, a muffled laugh came out of his throat, but his face narrowed without a smile.
"It's ugly, ugly. You said it's ugly? Is that the reason?"
He scoffed.
"But never mind. You're all going to die anyway. It's just a matter of time. I still have to keep you around to cause trouble for those guys from El-Melloi. Otherwise, there's no need for me to keep an eye on you. What a rude thing."
After that, the short two seconds seemed like several hours of torture to Paracelsus. His face was completely soaked with blood, and his expression was full of extreme pain and depression, but he was smiling as if he had finally found his purpose.
"You can only hold on for two seconds? That's still too short... I'm sorry."
"That's enough. You can be proud of yourself for being able to stop Bartomero for two seconds."
Then, Barthelmero, who had broken through the Philosopher's Stone, stood in front of Paracelsus and smiled again, then turned to look at Bawan Xi.
"But they are members of the Clock Tower and should be dealt with according to the rules. You are not included in this category."
Barthelmero waved the whip in his hand, his lips twisted slightly as if with more pleasure than before, with a smile, and a gloomy cold flame burning in his emerald green eyes.
He had no idea how terrible he was at the moment, and was even smiling.
In the eyes of everyone present, he strolled forward in the darkness, holding the whip that could kill lives in his hand, and slowly moved forward.
In that moment, time disappeared.
The pinnacle of contemporary magicians that the Clock Tower was proud of, he did nothing.
He just walked and looked at her. It was neither a magic eye nor an evil eye. The difference in strength alone crushed everything of the fairy girl.
It felt as if the whole body was crushed at once, breathing stopped, and bleeding stopped.
Every cell was frozen as if in stone from the beginning.
Even Makiri and the hunters were unable to move.
Looking at the approaching Barthemelo, Bawan Xi felt his chest tighten and his whole body felt like it was burning.
Do you regret it? A little.
Is it painful? A little bit.
Although I had all the uncomfortable emotions, I had not given up on this idea.
Sometimes she thought that maybe Favia was actually watching her all the time.
He was clearly there but he deliberately stayed away so that she would not be bound and could do what she wanted.
Because the fairy named Bawan Xi was a fool who was bullied in the past and took it for granted that she should listen to others.
"——F,Via..."
After the clouds covering the sky dissipated, the moist green scenery began to bask in the sunshine and breathe in the fresh air.
Why do I imagine walking with you under an umbrella when spring comes?
Feelings are amazing.
No matter how hard I thought, no matter how much time we spent together, I could not understand what I was thinking.
However, I have an inexplicable confidence when I look at the bright scenery like a rainbow that gradually appears and disappears in the distance with you.
Although, this world is no longer beautiful at all.
Because without you in this world, spring will probably never come again.
even so--
Because you want me to live well in this world.
As long as I can remember, I will feel you are still by my side.
I firmly believe that you are indeed here, and the traces of our life together are particularly fragrant, warm and soft.
Every day is happy. I am surrounded by beauty that I have never seen before, and you must be by my side.
Thank you, my most important person.
Goodbye, the most important person to me.
"Did I do that...?"
"--Um?"
For some reason, Barthemero's whip confused him for a moment, and he felt the powerful magic coming from the spirit tomb.
Then came a chorus of loud mage attacks, the two collided with each other with enough force to crumble ordinary castle walls, and burst into a glittering light, so beautiful, so dazzling.
And at this moment, the light in Bawan Shi's eyes spread out in all directions, like ripples caused by throwing a small stone into the water.
This light filled my entire field of vision in the blink of an eye. Although I had never seen it before, it felt a bit déjà vu.
At this moment, the fairy girl's vision was filled with light and turned pure white.
