Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 373: The Sand King
(So he really is a reincarnated person…!)
Rest’s prediction had been right.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he glared through the rising dust at the “sorcerer” standing beyond.
“You… you’re Japanese too, aren’t you!?”
The words that came out of the sorcerer’s mouth weren’t in the language of this world, but unmistakably Japanese.
There was no doubt anymore—the man’s true identity was that of a Japanese person.
(A reincarnated person from another world… So this man also possesses a special power…!)
The ability he had been showing—manipulating sand—was a miraculous force likely driven by a mechanism different from ordinary magic.
Just like Rest’s own infinite magic power, it was probably granted by some kind of divine blessing or protection.
“Why? Why is another Japanese standing in my way? Why are you opposing me!?”
“The question should be mine. Why is a Japanese abducting demi-humans and using them to attack the Kingdom of Iwood?”
“You… you’re with Gascoigne, aren’t you? One of the Council of Sages!?”
The sorcerer’s face twisted with hatred.
As the dust cleared, his appearance became visible—surprisingly young.
Probably about the same age as Rest, in his late teens.
His gloomy expression made him seem older, but his face was almost boyish.
“Gascoigne… Leonardo Gascoigne.”
Rest muttered.
The man known as the ‘Heavenly Emperor,’ the greatest mage in the world— a man Rest had met only once, who had talked endlessly without listening to a single word in return.
(Judging from what he said, this man opposes the Council of Sages. A reincarnated person with a special power… just like the Queen Dowager.)
Gascoigne, the academy headmaster, the Queen Dowager…
Fragments of information he’d heard from them began to connect, forming the image of the man before him.
“Takufīl Kahen, huh…!”
Rest spoke the name.
A secret organization of reincarnated persons rumored to desire the world’s end.
Believers that their unfair deaths in their previous lives were the gods’ fault, and that vengeance against those gods was their purpose—apostles of destruction.
The Queen Dowager—Sanada Shouko—had mentioned them, calling them ‘a gathering of chuunibyou.’
“So you know our name… Then you must be one of the Council’s dogs!”
“—!”
“Die! Sand King! Kill him!!”
The “sorcerer” erupted in fury like a boiling kettle, instantly triggering his magic.
The sand around him turned into countless blades that shot toward Rest.
“You fool, siding with this cursed world! You’ve forgotten your hatred of the gods, you sniveling coward! Disappear, disappear, disappear— disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear disappear DISAPPEAR!!!”
“What the hell—he just completely lost it!”
Attacks came from every direction— blades and bullets bursting from the walls, spikes erupting from the ground.
Chaotic, but overwhelming in volume.
Only Rest’s immense magic power kept him alive; any ordinary mage would have been pulverized within seconds.
“DISAPPEAR!!!”
“Who’s going to disappear just because you say so? Sorry, but the one disappearing—
is you.”
Rest glanced behind him—but the figure of Dible, who had been there moments ago, was gone.
The prison was shattered, and the demi-human children who had been imprisoned were nowhere to be seen.
While Rest fought the “sorcerer,” Dible had rescued the hostages and led them to safety.
“Heh… I knew I could count on you, Dible-sensei.”
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!”
“Guess this guy isn’t exactly in a talking mood. Shame—I had so many questions to ask.”
Questions about the war’s true purpose, the Empire’s involvement, and the details of that mysterious chuunibyou secret society…
If possible, Rest had wanted to extract information through conversation.
(But judging by this… there’s no chance of that. He’s too dangerous to capture alive.)
“…A shame. I really would have liked to talk more—with another reincarnated person.”
Unlike with the residual spirit of Sanada Shouko, this time he’d encountered one of his own kind alive.
He would have preferred to exchange words, not spells.
But it couldn’t be helped now.
“Goodbye.”
Rest released his spell.
Amid the raging sandstorm, a blue sphere the size of a fist shot forward.
“[Water Deity – Watatsumi no Kami]”
The next instant, the blue sphere burst like a pricked balloon— and the water sealed within it—tens of tons of it— exploded outward, flooding the battlefield.