My Viins Episode 066


    18. Elenar Radakalin (2)


    …Why me?


    under! The reason why there is no case is that it is an oil-based resin….


    …I get it. did you promise?


    Hmmmmm First of all…


    I’m ‘Herenar Radakalin’ from the mysterious ind ‘Tirin Mel’.


    Ellen? It’s a nickname given to me by Master. Because of her dialect, she became Ellen instead of Eren.


    As for my hometown, Ti Lin Mell’s ‘La Pis Pce’ is my home. That’s enough to tell me that I’m different from themon mage, right?


    You don’t know the Radakalin family? What is ‘The Hemp Master Radakalin’?


    …You really don’t know anything. Radha Kalin is an ancient sorceress who built La Pis Pce, and the Radha Kalin family are his descendants. In a word, it means that the veins of the archmage run through my body.


    I came from such a great lineage, but that doesn’t mean my life has always been happy.


    Well, to be precise, I was almost always unlucky. Because the happy memories are few and far between.


    Won’t you look at me with those eyes? After all, puberty ended in the evening. Children who grow up without parents grow up quickly.


    Actually, it’s a bit harsh to say that I grew up as an orphan, even though I had no parents. It’s not helpful in life, but I had quite a few rtives. There was a teacher who took care of me like a child…


    So, not having parents is just one of the many misfortunes in my life. nothing more, nothing less.


    other misfortunes? Uh… It’s a bit long to exin.


    The Pce of La Pis is the cradle, training center and university of the sorcerers of the ‘School of Elements’.


    That’s right, elemental school. Middle World’s oldest magic school. It is also the best.


    Naturally, the children of the Radakalin family also lived in the pce, gaining knowledge and learning magic. They usually hone their exceptional talents to be wizards representing their generation.


    I’m a bit more of a special case. Among Radakalin’s descendants, he is a descendant with a particrly dark blood.


    When I started to walk, the best wizards in the pce, including my great-uncle and uncles, began to teach me.


    Everyone was amazed at my talent. I was endowed with exceptional learning ability, formidable concentration, and, crucially, magical powers unparalleled in all time. It’s strange if you’re not surprised to be a 7-year-old kid with more mana than a wizard with a hand.


    The whole pce was up and down every day. They made a fuss about the birth of an archmage who would seed Radakalin. All of my cousins and friends my age considered me an object of envy. Looking back, I think that was the heyday of my life.


    yeah i’m funny too Seven years old is the prime of life.


    Anyway, a strange sign appeared… Nine years old? ten years old? I think that was it.


    Of course, even at that time, the pronunciation of magic words, the induction and concentration of mana, the number of vocalization spells, and concentration… Anyway, everything was the best among my peers. It’s only natural given my talent.


    By the way – everything else isplete, but strangely the spell is not engraved. In a word, it means that I couldn’t use magic.


    Of course, it wasn’t a big deal at the time. It is rare to engrave a spell before the age of ten.


    Because of my high talent, I was ahead of people’s expectations. It’s not strange that I can’t engrave spells at the age of 9 or 10.


    But since I couldn’t engrave the spell until I was thirteen or fourteen, it became a problem from then on?


    People’s expectations and interest turned into ridicule and contempt. My cousins and peers who were envious of me also started gossiping about me behind my back.


    – Not the enemy of the archmage, but under the sasaeng.


    – You said you were cursed by God?


    -I recognized you from the time you acted arrogantly. You got a thousand punishments.


    -What do you do if you have a lot of horse power and a good brain? If you can’t use magic, how are you different from a serf’s daughter?


    She talks all sorts of bullshit, but especially ‘Olde’ that bitch is tearing her mouth- Hmm anyway.


    And when I turned fifteen, I waspletely alone. After the idiot ‘Lam Phi’, all 30 of my peers


    seeded in carving a spell.


    Then we had a celebration party in the yard tomemorate it. They must have wanted to kill someone else to confirm. He wanted to stamp me as a failed student.


    …Actually, I actually thought of one or two of them as real friends. But it turns out that they have secretly developed feelings of inferiority and hostility toward me since they were children. He actuallyforts me with a smile – it was a very enjoyable party.


    If it’s because of sympathy, will you put it away right away? Do you want to gouge out your eyeballs?


    Well, it wasn’t just the kids. The adults who were aiming for the honor of being the teacher of the Archmage started avoiding me one by one. Everyone treated me like a failure. If I had been Dunjae from the beginning, I would not have been treated like that.


    Of course, even without that order, I was a good enough person. I would rather focus on training or meditation during the time I cried because of pain. I didn’t even stop studying. There was an infinite amount of knowledge in the pce that could be learned, even if it wasn’t magic.


    …what? how do you know that


    No, being depressed when alone ismon for everyone!


    Did everyone know? how?


    …Watching the pillowcase washing and puffy eyes? Oh, I know, stop it. I want to die.


    i hate it i want to stop


    …after good.


    As I got older, more people left me, but not everyone left. Only my true teacher, ‘Gemar Le’, did not. No matter what anyone said, he believed that I would be the Archmage.


    did you tell me earlier? I can count the happy memories of my life on my hands. It is Master who gave me the gift of those few moments.


    On the outside, he looked like a grumpy and entric old man, but his heart was warmer than anyone else’s. For my birthday, he made me a sautO with guinea fowl and lemon. Even cakes with lots of sugar… I’m sorry. how far did i say


    Ah- well. are you okay.


    It’s hard to say that I was happy, but life in the pce was fulfilling. It must have been my nature to meditate and learn new knowledge while emptying my mind.


    But my life in the pce came to an end on my seventeenth birthday.


    Master was working on my problem. You studied the case where you can’t engrave a spell even if you meet all the conditions.


    But you hardly ever get results. He was the best in Middle World in alchemy and herbalism, but in other fields… he wasn’t very special.


    And I didn’t have a lot of rtionships, so I had no one to ask for help. So, at some point, he started dabbling in forbidden books.


    Oh sure, you didn’t do anything bad. Master was an elder in the pce and could use any number of forbidden books in the pce. He studied with my great-grandfather, so he’s top-notch in terms of distribution.


    And finally it’s my birthday


    As always, Master cooked. We were sharing the dish in Master’sboratory when a thief broke in.


    Of course, he was no ordinary shoplifter. What madman would have thought of breaking into a pce teeming with wizards?


    His name is ‘Sights’, a brutal battle mage and notorious thief. He’s also mean enough to ambush an old man over 80.


    Master desperately stood up to him, but it was not enough. After fatally wounding Master, he ran away with the forbidden book of the pce.


    What’s even more shocking is whates next.


    As if I had waited, my uncle and his followers appeared and framed me as a thief. I mean, you stole the forbidden book to break the curse on my body.


    It was, of course, nonsensical bullshit. My uncle wanted to kill Master and me. Because if you kill me, the only enemy of Radakalin, you will be the enemy instead. Perhaps it was Uncle’s fault that he called Saitsu.


    But my master wasn’t taken lightly like that. He was surprised by the sights and couldn’t react properly, but an elderly wizard is an extremely dangerous being.


    Master activated the ‘magic circle of expulsion’ hung in theb. He transferred everyone except me and Master to the outside of the ind.


    Then, right before he passed away, he pushed me into the ‘magic circle of escape’. He told me to cross the narrow sea…


    Whoa, this is the end. okay?


    oh there? …Hmm, I get it.


    As Master said, I decided to cross the narrow sea.


    Unlike Tirin Mel, Irnd is a very rough ce. Finding a reliable ship was no ordinary task. It was for that reason that it took three months to get on the boat.


    And… Actually, it was my first time outside the pce, so it took me a while to get used to. It wasn’t easy to ovee the psychological shock…


    After many twists and turns, I got on a boat to South Harbor. That’s right, I met Poi for the first time there.


    First Impressions? I was just a jerk.


    It was unsightly for a big, distracted guy to tremble after being hit by several arrows. Taking potions and getting angry was like an idiot.


    …When did I say that? I just thought it was worth a look.


    …What do you like? There are degrees of taste, but I don’t think so.


    No, it’s not that I’m angry, it’s actually like that, right? It would be a lie to say that Poi is ugly. Even though he looks rude, he is a rare handsome man. Especially when Iugh… Anyway,


    after getting off the boat… Yes, I got help from Poi.


    Unlike what Poi looked like, he acted like a merchant or a clown and saved me from soldiers. Of course I should be grateful… but I couldn’t afford it. I was very, very, very angry at the time.


    It’s not just because of being stabbed and trampled on. Of course, that was a very unpleasant experience… but I was more upset about losing the wand than that. It was the most precious thing Master gave me.


    The guy who stabbed me back then, the guy who stepped on the back of my hand, the guy who smashed the wand, the guy who made fun of my dirty tongue, everyone remembers it. When the opportunity arises, I will definitely take revenge. certainly.


    …Okay, that’s over.


    I got help, but I couldn’t trust Poy. In the three months since I left the pce, I’ve met a lot of scumbags of all kinds.


    Of course, those guys weren’t much of a threat. Because they’re stupid enough to not recognize a wizard. If I cut off my limbs by swinging the wand, I often prayed or ran away with tears and runny nose.


    I thought Poi was like that too. It means you’re approaching because you want something.


    To be honest, if you see someone you don’t know well… Poi’s impression isn’t that warm. I suspected they might be targeting my magical powers, or maybe targeting my possessions or my body.


    Yeah Foy wasn’t like that.


    Of course, it was annoying to pretend to be close to each other no matter how long we’ve met, to scold or nag at you all the time, and to treat you like a kid despite our small age difference.


    Still… pulling me in without hesitation, holding me tight so I wouldn’t run away, and protecting me as if it were natural… gave me a kind of um security. It was the kind of feeling you would feel in a pce or in Master’sboratory.


    because it’s really weird To feel this way with someone you know only by name.


    You’re not wrong, are you? Foy rarely talks about himself. Of course, it’s not that I don’t have any guesses.


    Unless you’re an idiot, you’ll quickly notice, but Poi is no ordinary mercenary.


    Poi knows how to read. The handwriting is hard but elegant, and the ent of the ‘Lazuli’ region is subtly buried in the tone. I saw it a while ago and it seemed that he spoke fluently in Gen. It is clear that he has received considerable education.


    Besides, he has a physique far above average and his body is extremely trained. Treat your horse as if it were your own body, and naturally use your Blood Artifact in battle. Even when dealing with nobles, he does not shrink and always takes the lead when going into battle.


    okay. Poi must have blue blood. If they do not disclose theirst name or do not pray, perhaps they are apostates or fugitives who havemitted crimes?


    Of course, I didn’t ask Poi directly. Poi must have a lot of questions about me, but he doesn’t ask any of those questions. It must be a kind of consideration for me. I decided to do the same.


    Actually, it doesn’t really matter anymore. No matter who he is, Poi is… Poi is to me…


    …Poi is still an idiot.


    You give your back to others without any vignce. How about casually saying the unfamiliar phrase ‘You’re hiding behind me’?


    Even when I don’t want to do anything, I’m always by your side. It’s annoying enough to stick to them, asking if they’re not hungry, if they’re sick, or if they’re bored.


    No matter how much I get annoyed, curse at her, and push her away, she shows up at some point, gives me a trivial gift, and puts on a proud expression. How bad his head is again, he’s a fool who jumps into the mes without any countermeasures.


    …okay. I’m not even sure what this is. Even if I meditate and meditate on myself whenever I have free time, I still don’t know why I am doing this.


    yes that’s a lie Because I am the one who knows me best.


    And how could you not like it?


    I protect you without expecting anything in return, risking my life, pampering you as if you were the most precious person in the world, sometimes looking at you with eyes that seem like something might spill over, anding to you in the darkest moments of your life and bing your light How do you… how do you like it? can’t you?


    So… so I’m unbearably angry.


    Poi didn’te back until the deep night and the dark dawn morning, so no matter how much I plugged my ears, I heard disgusting sounds endlessly. It’s funny how the dirty little girl shows me her crappy ring andughs, and I can’t even throw off a piece of grass when I see it. So angry.


    …yeah i’m not crazy


    If I was crazy, would I have thought that I would rather die with Poi when he came to rescue me?


    When Poi hugged me. I was more happy that Poi was crying because of me than that warm embrace. Although it’s a pity that I couldn’t see it with my own two eyes, I felt that Poi would live with regret for the rest of his life because of Poi, so he would remember me forever, so I was happy. Is this crazy?


    …I don’t know, I don’t know. Why am I like this? I… I don’t want it to end like this.


    I want to talk while walking side by side. I want to ride a horse and run along the open beach, walk through the wheat fields in autumn, and watch the sunset. I want to show off my spells that increase day by day, teach me how to read the constetions, and ask what my favorite flower is. I want you tob my hair, I want to receive a pretty flower ring, I want to fall asleep in your arms and kiss you when you wake up in the morning. I promised you. let me see poi


    It’s okay even if it’s just for a moment, so let me see you onest time. please please…


    what?


    …so now?


    Now hold on. That’s different! Wait I’m still ready