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Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 84: Time for Decision
As Lucius cut down the ghosts, he commanded the evil dragon.
“Target that dragon’s main body!”
Following the command, the evil dragon flew out at full speed like a bullet.
Immediately, the evil dragon, cloaked in three breaths, headed straight for the demon dragon.
The evil dragon trembled with joy.
– The undead…
The dragon knights threw themselves at the evil dragon, one after another, with breaths imbued.
With each attack, the power of the breath weakened.
“How many times do we have to die…”
“I don’t want to, just kill me already.”
“We won’t forgive you, evil dragon!”
Voices leaked from the dragon knights swarming Lucius.
Contrary to their words, merciless attacks continued to be unleashed.
– Is my body not my own…?
When breaking the gate, the leader resisted.
Is this the result of the dragon knights who sacrificed themselves to protect the former capital?
“This is outrageous.”
Lucius glared at the demon dragon.
Something boiling surged through his cold body, warming it up.
Lucius’ attacks couldn’t destroy the undead.
At the same time, the attacks of the dragon knights were not fatal to the Chi You.
To break the stalemate, the flow must be changed.
Currently, the most powerful destructive technique is the evil dragon’s breath.
To strike it at the demon dragon’s main body.
“Evil dragon. I’ll draw all the dragon knights’ attention. Defeat the demon dragon.”
Lucius emitted light from the magic sword, filling the surroundings with light.
Immediately, all the dragon knights began to move towards the widespread light spell.
Their number exceeded a thousand.
Like a vast swarm of locusts, those who commanded the undead, accompanied by decayed dragons, filled the sky above Lucius.
They continued to utter words of resentment like curses.
“You’ll regret as well, I’m sure.”
He was engulfed by the massive swarm of dragon knights descending from the sky.
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“Hurry! We must go to His Highness Dion and the west!”
The one shouting was the head of the family, Latos.
Under the rocky mountain of the base, there were over a hundred figures.
Everyone was carrying documents almost overflowing from their arms.
They were a group of the Orleans family.
“…I… I’ll stay here.”
The old woman, Gufell, sat down on a stone.
“Grandma! We must escape quickly!”
Wearing a black hood, Crane pulled his grandmother’s hand.
“How can we live without all the knowledge and gathered relics?”
Several elderly members of the Orleans family sympathized with Gufell.
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“You saw that dragon, didn’t you? It’s not strange for that monster to attack anytime!”
“…Crane. You’ve done well. Go on and live as you wish. You must have something important, right?”
It was about Fagra.
“In this situation, everyone has already fled!”
Just as Crane said that, something came flying out from the shadow of a distant rocky mountain.
Countless of them.
“Lu-Lucius…san…”
Specters of dragon knights created by spells were fighting.
In the chaos, it wasn’t clear what was happening from a distance.
A pure white line cut through, and silence fell.
As if even the sound froze.
– That’s… the demon dragon’s breath.
And then, breaths were released one after another.
At the end of the breaths was the place where I was just a moment ago.
Where my beloved one was.
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Although I thought they had escaped, I couldn’t help but shout.
“Fagraaa!”
But the breath of cold was nullified.
Because Lucius intercepted it.
Invited by the light of the sacred sword, the resurrected ghosts of the dragon knights swarmed.
The evil dragon who remained, tearing them apart, headed straight for the demon dragon.
“Fagra? Who’s that?”
Father Ramut’s voice could be heard.
“It’s a dwarf. Someone I loved… love. Lucius-san must be protecting them, even now.”
Suddenly from behind, laughter could be heard. Turning around in disbelief, there was a young man on a carriage.
It was Dion.
“Hahaha, what a masterpiece! To not understand the threat of that dragon! And furthermore, to protect those filthy subhumans, he lacks the spirit of a noble of my kingdom!”
After laughing for a while, he muttered quietly.
“There was no need to manipulate things. Mother, why are you so wary of a fool who only has a lot of magic?”
Dion ordered the coachman.
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With a wide smile, he set the carriage in motion.
– Fool…?
“No, they’re just weak. They can’t live on their own. But that’s why, I don’t want to turn my eyes away from the words of the people I care about.”
Lucius’ words came to mind.
“It’s not… I understand everything.”
I thought he could stand up because he was strong.
I thought he could stay positive because he had many things.
I was wrong.
Whether or not I can sincerely face what I want to cherish.
That’s all there is.
Crane noticed the black hood he was wearing.
The embroidery of a boy walking towards the golden city.
His mother’s words, “I believe in Orleans.”
Lucius’ words, “Entrusted.”
– Mom… is that what it means?
Crane runs.
“…Father!”
His father held only two things in his hands.
A single painting and a book.
“What’s wrong, Crane? Did something happen!?”
“Please lend me this!”
Crain half-forcedly took the book from his father.
It was a compilation of all the research his father had poured into his mother’s treatment.
It was a specialized book on teleportation spells, and there would be no other book like it.
“W-what are you saying! At a time like this! You’re going north!”
“I’m waiting! For someone important!”
Crane tries to run off.
His father grabs his arm.
“Don’t you see that dragon!? If you go there, you’ll die!?”
“That might be true.”
“Then why go!?”
“‘I’m waiting.’ Those are the words of someone important… That’s why.”
“I don’t understand…”
Crane shakes off his father’s hand and tries to run again.
“Wait! Are you leaving me behind!?”
Once, he had pushed his father away to go to Fagra.
Closing his eyes and ears, abandoning his father might have been nothing more than running away.
“Then, let’s go together, father.”
He extends his hand.
“Eh…”
Father Latos wears a puzzled expression.
“Hurry, we must return to the west.”
Dion, riding in a carriage from a distance, shouts.
The knights from the west surrounding them are the same.
“P-please wait, Your Highness!”
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“I am not someone who should die here.”
Latos’ gaze naturally falls on a single painting.
It’s a painting of the golden city his wife cherished the most.
“Or should your entire family end up in the belly of that dragon after he’s gone? You arranged a place for discussion. If I become king, as promised, Orleans will become nobility in the west.”
“…Discussion. Yes, that’s what I heard. …Then why did Crane, why did your son almost die?”
“Lucial did it on her own. We must return to the capital quickly to judge that.”
It was clearly written on Latos’ face.
He couldn’t trust the one he entrusted with the future of the family.
Dion stares at him with cold eyes.
“Just a clever scholar after all. Choose the path of destruction with the north.”
With a sense of weariness, he gives instructions.
“Return to the capital. Go!”
Dion and his group drive the carriage and horses, disappearing into the wilderness.
Left behind were Latos, trembling, and the Orleans family.
Crane raises his voice.
“Let’s go. This place is where we, the Orleans, should be.”
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The two of them continue to forge while sweat pours like a waterfall.
“The core material isn’t broken. As expected of the highest-grade magic spear. If we shape and set the spells properly, we can manage somehow.”
“…But we lack magic power.”
“It’s because of the way it’s made. Dwarves give the seed, and humans spend countless years refining it to make a magic spear.”
“I understand. But we have to do it.”
The originally red-black magic steel now glows bright red.
They stretch it and continue to hammer it into a magic spear.
– Once everything is melted down, the spells imbued in the magic spear will return to nothingness. Therefore, mixing hair imbued with magic and magic steel, they had no choice but to hammer and refine it.
When the magic power of the two began to diminish and their consciousness started to fade, a hurried atmosphere permeated the air.
“Why did you come here!”
“It’s a human!”
“Go back, only dwarves belong here!”
People began pouring into the square.
Damur sighed close to disappointment.
Even in this emergency, are humans going to obstruct the dwarves? Damur couldn’t help but feel annoyed.
“For goodness sake!”
He turned around to see Crane, whose arm was being grabbed by a Siren, and unfamiliar people descending into the square. Following Crane, humans grabbed by the half-human, half-bird sirens descended one after another from the sky.
“Fagra, Chief. We’re back.”
“…Crane!”
Fagra wipes away what flowed from her eyes along with sweat.
“You… came back. But it’s too late. There’s nothing more we can do.”
And again, they continued to strike the hammer.
Crane, seeing the spear turn crimson, understood the situation.
“There’s still something. Please fill that spear with the culmination of Orleans’ research.”
“It’s impossible. This isn’t just any magic weapon. Just maintaining the existing spells is already desperate, let alone adding new ones.”
“Please. It’s a spell to exorcise undead.”
“Undead are immortal beings composed only of souls.”
“They’re not like immeasurable souls. I believe undead are composed of stolen memories, personalities, and physical information, which the demon dragon incorporates into its own spells.”
“Then, rather than undead, we need to do something about that demon dragon!”
“We can. By detaching the memories and personality information of the undead knights from the spells held by demon evil dragon and transferring them to another entity in this world. That way, the undead won’t revive.”
“Such an advanced spell… who can do it?”
“The Orleans can. We’ve dedicated ourselves to this through generations of research.”
“…Dwarves don’t understand human-written spells.”
Crane and Damur glared at each other.
“I’ll do it, father.”
Fagra knows human descriptions. She played and became familiar with them countless times in her childhood with Crane.
He stared straight at Fagra.
“Fagra, sorry. I’m late, but I’ve come back.”
“You’re late. How long do you expect me to wait?”
Fagra, with a smile, cuts off her long, beautiful red-black hair without hesitation.
“Uwaaah!”
“Fagra… you…”
“A magic steel golem! Now!”
Red-black hair. For dwarves, it is the best material to incorporate spells.
“…Do as you wish.”
Damur swings the hammer again.
Soon, Crane begins writing magic circles on the floor of the square with the tools gathered, drawing one magic circle after another. It is a floor made by dwarves, filled with magic circles to the point where there is no space left and polished enough to reflect one’s face.
He writes magic circles all over the square, as if biting into the floor. With agility and care, flipping through the documents compiled by his Father Latos.
“…Is it really possible to overwrite memories, personality, and physical information into just magic data and transfer only memories and physical information to another vessel and fix it?
Gufell peers in.
“Probably… Grandmother, please double-check.”
“Alright. I understand.”
Muttering to herself, Gufell points at each one with her fingers.
As a result of the old woman’s initiative, one by one, the Orleans peek into the magic circles and mix in to write.
Soon, the Orleans family crowded together so much that there was no room to move around, drawing a huge magic circle.
“Hey, I can’t see! What about the fourth basal circuit’s regression equation?”
“Someone help me with the calculations here!”
“You’re wrong. We need to summon over here!”
“Argh! Make the names easier to understand! It’s confusing!”
The dwarves are bewildered.
And among the Orleans, there is one man who looks just like the dwarves.
It’s the head of the family Latos.
“Hey… Crane. What’s happening?”
Wandering around, Latos calls out to Crane, who is writing on the floor like biting into it.
“Please be quiet, father.”
Right now, Crane is carving out the core of the spell they’re building.
Despite using the entire square for a massive magic circle, he’s drawing thin and intricate lines multiple times.
“But what are you doing… What’s happening, Orleans?”
Crane ignored those words.
Sweat was beginning to form on his forehead.
His hands, which had been progressing smoothly, suddenly stopped.
— I don’t understand, what should I do?
He glanced around at the surrounding circuits as if glaring, but his hands still wouldn’t move.
“Hey, Crane! Everyone! Can we just stand here without escaping!?”
“Father! Look, don’t you understand!? Right now, Orleans, the dwarves, are making weapons to slaughter the demon dragon!!”
Everyone present fell silent.
Both the dwarves and Orleans.
Only the rhythmic sound of Damur and Fagra striking the magic steel could be heard.
A demon dragon. It’s unimaginable that humans could contend with such a being.
Everyone knows this, but still, something compelled them.
“Your mother… Tania didn’t wish for such a thing.”
Crane stood up.
“That’s not true. Because, there’s been accumulated wisdom all along, hasn’t there? Mother believed in that.”
“Research and knowledge have no value! No one, no one can be saved—”
“Mother always believed! In your potential, Father.”
“I know!! But!! I couldn’t save her… I betrayed her…”
“That’s not true. I understood after what Lucius-san said.”
Latos looks at Crain.
“I’ve been entrusted with the thoughts of my family and my subjects, so I just want to respond earnestly.”
That’s what Lucius said.
It’s not just Lucius who’s entrusted with the thoughts of his family and being entrusted.
It’s what every noble, every person, has done.
“Mother didn’t believe in saving her own life, she believed that the wisdom accumulated during her treatment would lead to Orleans’ future.”
“…No, it can’t be like that.”
“It’s not wrong. That’s why she engraved it on this robe. Someday, someone in a distant future descendant can return home.”
Crane pointed to the black robe he was wearing.
There, the words “Believe in Orleans” were engraved.
With the youth heading towards the Golden City.
“Tania.”
Latos collapses to his knees.
“I won’t run away from the words of my loved ones anymore. Not from Father, Mother, Fagra, or Orleans.”
“But, Crane… if you fail—”
Crane shakes his head.
“Even if this fails, the accumulated technology, knowledge, and experience will be passed on to the next generation. Entrusted.”
Crane looked at the frightened Orleans children.
And with his determination, he declares.
“So, let’s do it now.”
Crain said so and looked back at the magic circle.
Meanwhile, a dwarf began to walk.
Pulling out a knife.
Seeing the unusual atmosphere, the dwarf next to him speaks up.
“Hey, what are you planning to do?”
“A dwarf… can’t just stand by and do nothing.”
He cut his extended hair.
And then, having exhausted the magic in the smithy and still continuing to refine the spear in a haze, Damur offered his hair to Damur.
“Chief, if you’re going to gamble, and if the humans are going to give it their all, I don’t mind. Use it.”
“…Is it alright? You won’t be able to make golems for a while.”
“I don’t care. He’s going to defeat the demon dragon, right? That guy, Lucius.”
Other dwarves who were watching also rushed over.
“You can use mine too!”
“Chief! Mine too!”
“Make sure you succeed, Damur!”
One by one, a large amount of hair was piled up next to Damur.
The accumulated magic power of the dwarves, the wishes of the clan, were all imbued in it.
Damur bowed and grabbed the hair.
He held it to the magic steel, burning it together with the magic steel into the spear glowing bright red.