Chapter 247: - The Sword of Taura
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My legs are numb from being tied so tightly, and I stumble my way to where Taura should have been just a few moments ago.
"Unroll, unroll, unroll!"
Scrolls that would normally be smooth to pick up are now slow to come out. I'm angry at myself for not being able to do this.
"Transcription!"
With the scrolls, I carefully examine the area where Taura used to be to see if there are any traces of him left behind. However, all I find there are the cinders of the body of the three seats of iniquity and a pile of flower petals.
I crawl on the ground of the cave and move my hands frantically through it, looking for any clues.
"No, no, no! The information obtained from the wreckage of the three seats of iniquity cannot be discerned from the 《転写》 scroll: ....... All that's left is to pick up bits and pieces of information about the dungeon."
Without thinking, he slams his right hand, still injured, against one of the scrolls floating nearby.
The pain of the wound in your palm makes you gasp.
"───Oh, yes! The scripture I just saw Taura holding, it was a spell tool! If it's about witchcraft. I might be able to figure out what it is."
Remembering that the scriptures had reacted to my spells, I fumbled for the potion.
Unable to wait even to open the lid, I slam the bottle of the potion with my left hand against the back of my right hand.
The broken glass scratches the back of my hand, but each scratch and the hole in my hand is filled up by the effect of the potion.
He roughly wipes off the blood that is still stuck on his right hand with his clothes, and lightly clenches his right hand.
"Yes!"
I crawl on the ground again to try the one spell the sorcerer remembered, and put my hands on the floor of the cave.
The sorcerer called this spell "sympathy spell". To use this spell, some kind of feeling of the being is required in exchange.
It seems that the sorcerers used to use empathy spells to pay for the fear of animals and monsters they were slaughtering, but now we have just the thing.
My anger at myself.
The disappearance of Taura is directly due to the Johrei that I created.
What just happened seemed to me as if the Johre itself had a will. Such a thing should have been impossible under normal circumstances.
Yes, something completely unexpected by me.
I was so angry at my shortsightedness and inadequacy that I had brought Taura with me so confidently.
I let my anger stir up.
I stagger over to Taura's remaining sword and pick it up to use as a medium for the next step.
It feels heavier than the last time I held it.
A feeling of apology for Taura wells up in me. You crush the feeling of self-satisfaction, which is flimsy and useless.
You stagger back to the place where Taura disappeared.
I kneel down and slowly place the tip of Taura's sword against my abdomen - the place where it had once pierced me.
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My legs are numb from being tied so tightly, and I stumble my way to where Taura should have been just a few moments ago.
"Unroll, unroll, unroll!"
Scrolls that would normally be smooth to pick up are now slow to come out. I'm angry at myself for not being able to do this.
"Transcription!"
With the scrolls, I carefully examine the area where Taura used to be to see if there are any traces of him left behind. However, all I find there are the cinders of the body of the three seats of iniquity and a pile of flower petals.
I crawl on the ground of the cave and move my hands frantically through it, looking for any clues.
"No, no, no! The information obtained from the wreckage of the three seats of iniquity cannot be discerned from the 《転写》 scroll: ....... All that's left is to pick up bits and pieces of information about the dungeon."
Without thinking, he slams his right hand, still injured, against one of the scrolls floating nearby.
The pain of the wound in your palm makes you gasp.
"───Oh, yes! The scripture I just saw Taura holding, it was a spell tool! If it's about witchcraft. I might be able to figure out what it is."
Remembering that the scriptures had reacted to my spells, I fumbled for the potion.
Unable to wait even to open the lid, I slam the bottle of the potion with my left hand against the back of my right hand.
The broken glass scratches the back of my hand, but each scratch and the hole in my hand is filled up by the effect of the potion.
He roughly wipes off the blood that is still stuck on his right hand with his clothes, and lightly clenches his right hand.
"Yes!"
I crawl on the ground again to try the one spell the sorcerer remembered, and put my hands on the floor of the cave.
The sorcerer called this spell "sympathy spell". To use this spell, some kind of feeling of the being is required in exchange.
It seems that the sorcerers used to use empathy spells to pay for the fear of animals and monsters they were slaughtering, but now we have just the thing.
My anger at myself.
The disappearance of Taura is directly due to the Johrei that I created.
What just happened seemed to me as if the Johre itself had a will. Such a thing should have been impossible under normal circumstances.
Yes, something completely unexpected by me.
I was so angry at my shortsightedness and inadequacy that I had brought Taura with me so confidently.
I let my anger stir up.
I stagger over to Taura's remaining sword and pick it up to use as a medium for the next step.
It feels heavier than the last time I held it.
A feeling of apology for Taura wells up in me. You crush the feeling of self-satisfaction, which is flimsy and useless.
You stagger back to the place where Taura disappeared.
I kneel down and slowly place the tip of Taura's sword against my abdomen - the place where it had once pierced me.
My legs are numb from being tied so tightly, and I stumble my way to where Taura should have been just a few moments ago."Unroll, unroll, unroll!"Scrolls that would normally be smooth to pick up are now slow to come out. I'm angry at myself for not being able to do this."Transcription!"With the scrolls, I carefully examine the area where Taura used to be to see if there are any traces of him left behind. However, all I find there are the cinders of the body of the three seats of iniquity and a pile of flower petals.I crawl on the ground of the cave and move my hands frantically through it, looking for any clues."No, no, no! The information obtained from the wreckage of the three seats of iniquity cannot be discerned from the scroll: ....... All that's left is to pick up bits and pieces of information about the dungeon."Without thinking, he slams his right hand, still injured, against one of the scrolls floating nearby.The pain of the wound in your palm makes you gasp."Oh, yes! The scripture I just saw Taura holding, it was a spell tool! If it's about witchcraft. I might be able to figure out what it is."Remembering that the scriptures had reacted to my spells, I fumbled for the potion.Unable to wait even to open the lid, I slam the bottle of the potion with my left hand against the back of my right hand.The broken glass scratches the back of my hand, but each scratch and the hole in my hand is filled up by the effect of the potion.He roughly wipes off the blood that is still stuck on his right hand with his clothes, and lightly clenches his right hand."Yes!"I crawl on the ground again to try the one spell the sorcerer remembered, and put my hands on the floor of the cave.The sorcerer called this spell "sympathy spell". To use this spell, some kind of feeling of the being is required in exchange.It seems that the sorcerers used to use empathy spells to pay for the fear of animals and monsters they were slaughtering, but now we have just the thing.My anger at myself.The disappearance of Taura is directly due to the Johrei that I created.What just happened seemed to me as if the Johre itself had a will. Such a thing should have been impossible under normal circumstances.Yes, something completely unexpected by me.I was so angry at my shortsightedness and inadequacy that I had brought Taura with me so confidently.I let my anger stir up.I stagger over to Taura's remaining sword and pick it up to use as a medium for the next step.It feels heavier than the last time I held it.A feeling of apology for Taura wells up in me. You crush the feeling of self-satisfaction, which is flimsy and useless.You stagger back to the place where Taura disappeared.I kneel down and slowly place the tip of Taura's sword against my abdomen - the place where it had once pierced me.
