Chapter 217 - The Witch and The Dragon (2)
“Help me out a bit!”
Nivel shouted at Arisa, who was flying high in the sky, while controlling dolls to move the injured.
As the seal was being released, the negative-dimensional mana decreased, making it easier to control the dolls than before, but it was still too much mana consumption to handle hundreds of dolls at once.
“Nyahahaha! I’m keeping watch from the air, you know.”
Arisa, who was riding a giant undead bird and looking towards the center of the forest, giggled and spoke smoothly.
“Arisa, you have less mana consumption in this forest! I should have gone to the center of the forest in the first place, and you should have been in charge of retrieving these useless things!”
Despite Nivel’s protest, who lumped the unconscious or injured people as useless things, Arisa picked her ear with her pinky finger as if asking where the dog was barking.
“Nyahaha! If you had gone, you wouldn’t have been able to rescue them and would have been wiped out.”
Arisa’s words were sincere.
The condition of the Death Knight that had clashed swords with Precia was not good.
Just by locking swords, its left arm was broken and the mana it had stored was drained in a lump.
No matter how much an undead’s body weakens compared to when it was alive, there is a limit.
“Where did such a monster come from? Nyahaha!”
Even Arisa, who was less affected by the forest’s mana, was like this, so if Nivel, who was more severely affected than other magicians, had gone to the center of the forest, she would have been cut in half along with his dolls.
“So just do your assigned job obediently, you weakling~!”
At Arisa’s words, Nivel became angry.
“What did you say?!”
While Arisa and Nivel were bickering, Osmond, who had been flying behind Arisa, checked the note that had arrived in his pocket at some point.
It was a note that Jade had slipped in without anyone noticing during the battle.
Seeing the contents of the note, Osmond’s eyes widened in surprise.
Osmond burned the note as if someone would see it.
“…Who?”
The eyes of the sleep fairy, looking in the direction of the center of the forest where the scattered ashes flew, were filled with confusion.
On the altar placed in the very center of the forest. Hundreds, no, thousands of layers of complex sealing techniques were unfolding in a tangled manner above it.
“Wow.”
I was mesmerized by the tremendous sight.
There was a solemnity and beauty that should be classified as art rather than academia in the magical techniques that were harmoniously synchronized with each other.
“There were magicians in this world who could create such techniques.”
Jade, who stood in front of the altar to break the seal, also looked at the sealing techniques with an enraptured expression.
“I want to meet the magician who created these techniques.”
Abassael, who had come after activating the magic circle laid throughout the forest, couldn’t help but admire it.
It was as if he had fallen in love.
Normally, I would have teased Abassael for having such eyes, but this time, I was also busy taking in the magical techniques.
This was the sealing magic created by that “The Hanged Man”?
Although she was someone who had her soul shattered by Dorothy and lived as a doppelganger without a main body, I couldn’t help but think it was rather fortunate.
Isn’t it terrible to have an enemy who can construct such magic with most of her abilities shattered along with her soul?
Of course, there were monsters in Arcana equal to or even greater than “The Hanged Man” before her soul was shattered.
“The seal is breaking.”
The thousands of layers of sealing techniques that had been working organically disappeared as if melting away, forming a single giant magic circle as if completing a puzzle.
Then, as space tore above the three familiars of Dorothy offered like sacrifices, a beautiful woman with light brown hair and closed eyes appeared.
The Witch of the Shaking Earth, Dorothy, who slowly opened her eyes, landed on the ground.
Surrounded by a mysterious aura of dense mana despite having her mana extracted to break the seal, she spoke.
“Let me thank you first. Thanks to you, I was able to be freed from the long seal.”
Dorothy, who had just been freed from the seal, spoke as if she knew the outside situation.
Thinking I wasn’t the only one who thought so, Abassael asked her,
“Do you know the external situation even though you were sealed?”
To that question, Dorothy answered as if it was nothing.
“The source of mana in this forest is me, so how could I not know that much? The scarecrow and the watchdogs guarding the forest became my eyes and ears.”
At her words, Jade, Abassael, Silua, Yard, and I, who had learned magic, clicked our tongues.
She observed the outside through such a thick seal?
She was indeed worthy of being called the strongest among the Four Witches of Disaster.
As if sensing our feelings, Dorothy smiled.
“Even so, just watching and listening was the limit. Observation without the ability to intervene is meaningless.”
Having said that, she looked at Jade intently.
“I’ve lived a long life and seen a lot. To think I would receive help from the unfortunate Four Seasons, and even the Winter Wood Sage who had been shivering in the Bastille Mountains all his life.”
It was a somewhat arrogant and rude remark for someone who had received help.
However, Dorothy asked nonchalantly,
“Little one, who is your teacher? It’s obviously not Orthodox, so Yekatrice? Or is it the disciple of her disciple?”
Orthodox Akhanaid, the previous Winter Wood Sage and Yekatrice’s teacher.
“My teacher is Yekatrice.”
“Indeed, the disciple of that blood-crazed battle maniac? Then Yekatrice must have already died. It’s a shame, as talented ones die young.”
No, nothing she said was correct at all. Battle maniac? That gentle Yekatrice?
Even if her death could be inferred through divination magic like astrology, as expected of the greatest witch among witches, calling her short-lived was not something to say to someone who had lived for over a century, even if she had died like in the novel.
“That’s a very refreshing evaluation. But none of it is correct.”
In the novel, when Dorothy’s seal was broken, Jade’s party had also visited this forest.
However, at that time, Arcana had finished all preparations and stationed troops, so it was not a situation where they could have a peaceful conversation like now.
Come to think of it, there was hardly any information about Yekatrice.
At my words, Dorothy was surprised as if she had heard something impossible.
“None of it is correct? Don’t tell me Yekatrice hasn’t died?”
“My teacher is still alive and well.”
When Jade looked at Dorothy with displeasure, she became lost in thought.
“A person’s fate cannot be easily changed. If that were possible, they would be a god or…”
Trailing off, Dorothy stared at me intently. Then she approached me.
“Little one, it’s you, isn’t it? The one who changed Yekatrice’s fate.”
Her eyes looked at me as if looking at a rare gem.
“You’re an interesting child. Not only is it surprising that you possess the great nature that a person cannot possess, but a fate that should have died long ago is still alive.”
As expected of a great witch.
Even without being a star reader, she saw through my fate at a glance.
“Well, unless you are someone who walks outside of fate, you cannot influence the fate of others.”
She seemed to understand, but then she tilted her head again.
“But it’s strange. A person’s fate is like a star, so no matter how much someone walks outside of fate, if their original innate fate is not great, even if they influence it, it would be extremely minute. How did you twist the huge fate of the Four Seasons?”
Dorothy rubbed her chin as if she couldn’t understand.
“Originally, those born with a great fate do not have the fate to die, and those born with the fate to die cannot escape death, but how was someone like you born into this world?”
As she observed me like a research subject, she narrowed her brow and touched her chest.
Did she finally notice?
“…I thought something was strange, but the one who stole my friends was you, little one.”
At Dorothy’s words, I simply snapped my fingers and made her familiars, no, now my familiars – the scarecrow, the lion beastman, and the steel golem – stand up.
“Stealing is too harsh. Let’s say I borrowed them for a while.”
The scarecrow, steel golem, and lion beastman, who were forcibly made to stand up, came to their senses.
“Ugh…! D-Dorothy! The seal has been broken!”
The scarecrow tried to run to Dorothy with a tearful expression and hug her.
However, when I twirled my index finger, it changed direction and hugged the steel golem.
-Beep, get off. You dirty straw.
“You get off! Who wants to hug a lump of metal like this?!”
-Stupid straw. You’re the one who hugged me.
At the steel golem’s grumbling, the scarecrow also realized its situation and glared at me.
“You…!”
It had an expression that wanted to rush at me right away, but it couldn’t move because it was subordinate to me.
The magic circle installed to break Dorothy’s seal was designed to allow the seizure of control over Dorothy’s familiars.
The seized control naturally fell into my hands.
Now your familiars are mine. I can handle them as I please.
“Little one, you’ve played quite a cunning trick. To dare covet what is mine.”
Dorothy looked at me as if I was impudent. I could read amusement and joy in her gaze.
“Thank you for the compliment, but it wasn’t my idea, so please compliment the other friend.”
The idea of seizing control of the familiars was Jade’s.
I had only said to seal the familiars at best, but Jade said that if the seal laid throughout the forest was manipulated well, it could be seized, so I told him to do it.
I didn’t know it would really be possible.
When I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, Dorothy’s expression changed to one of interest.
“Hmm, was it the doing of the young Winter Wood? The current generation’s Winter Wood seems to be quite a clever child. Not bad.”
Dorothy realized who the culprit was just by the remnants of mana. At her praise, Jade smiled.
“Thank you for the compliment.”
Dorothy’s evaluation of Jade had changed a lot from the novel.
‘What a foolishly simple-minded child. There will come a time when you will not be able to protect what is precious to you by living like that, just like your teacher.’
It was a remark that pierced through the fate of Jade, who was more righteous and intolerant of injustice than anyone else. It doesn’t seem like that at all now.
Dorothy asked me,
“So, looking at you, you seem to be the turning point of fate, little one. Since you appear to be their leader, let me ask. If you had waited quietly, I would have rewarded you for breaking the seal anyway, so why did you take my friends? Give them back quickly.”
At her bold demand, I chuckled.
“It’s nothing much, I just thought I’d charge a storage fee in addition to the reward.”
To restore the familiar contract that was almost severed, even the great witch needed a huge amount of mana.
Although the three familiars’ abilities were far from their prime now, each one was a tremendous monster.
Since Dorothy regarded them not simply as familiars to command but as friends, she would have tried to restore them to their prime as soon as the seal was broken.
The power of the familiars was also her power.
However, if that happened, a huge mana consumption was inevitable.
And even if the familiars regained their prime strength, since the source of that strength was Dorothy, they wouldn’t be able to exert their power right away.
It’s about time for it to arrive.
“Let’s deal with that guy first and then continue our conversation.”
Above the forest, where the negative-dimensional mana had disappeared and the black fog had lifted, a vast amount of mana and spatial distortion occurred.
Beyond the spatial magic circle that appeared in the air, a huge dragon head appeared.
“Arcana 14, Temperance,” the Void Dragon Jest Ward, descended to kill Dorothy, who had just broken the seal.