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Translator: Coughing Baby
Editor: Coughing Baby
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Chapter 125: Don Quixote’s Reverie (9)
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-Release.
His lips moved briefly.
The next moment, white radiance swept across the sky above the courtroom.
For a moment, sound vanished, leaving only a faint ringing instead of the explosion.
-----!!!
Pure white filled the view.
The writhing darkness recoiled, mercilessly torn apart wherever the light broke through.
Like dawn breaking through the darkness, it parched the night that had filled the space.
Kuuuuung!
The delayed crash rang out, but it was merely the sound of something collapsing.
The bursting shockwave hurled everyone from their positions.
The star kindled by the girl and raised by the boy was that powerful.
Only after a long while did visibility in the courtroom return to normal.
“Ugh...”
A groan escaped.
The two of them had been shoved all the way to the corner of the courtroom.
“Sir Vik... tor...”
“I’m fine.”
Thankfully, neither of them had been caught in the blast too badly.
Ranne had evacuated beforehand, and the crown’s effect was still active on Viktor.
Crackle, zzzt.
Had its duration finally ended?
The crown floating above the boy’s head lost its shape and scattered away.
Thank goodness the timing had been perfect. Otherwise, they might have been shredded by that light as well.
“This is...”
The scene had been reduced to ashes.
The shadows that had surged like an ocean had parched to death, leaving not a single drop behind.
At the center of the courtroom, where the explosion had occurred, every object except the [Scales] had been destroyed.
“...”
“...”
We stepped over the scattered wreckage.
Crunch, crunch.
Shards of ice cracked beneath our boots.
As we walked through them, a figure sprawled before the judge’s bench came into view.
<Ha, haha...>
The voice stuttered as though it were broken.
It was the Chief Justice.
Only its head remained.
The rest of its body was nowhere to be seen, with only a few fragments scattered nearby.
<This... was quite a, a, defeat...>
<I never imagined you’d, you’d, link your attacks like that.>
The Chief Justice sounded remarkably calm.
Even though half its face had been destroyed, the corners of its lips were curled in a leisurely smile.
<Excellent.>
<Just what I’d expect from the human child I chose.>
The Chief Justice’s consciousness had already stopped functioning.
What remained was something lingering in its shell, moving its mouth.
“...Delkirn.”
Viktor looked down at it.
The head carved from ice had stared intently at the boy the entire time.
The Evil God, Delkirnos.
Black haze rippled within the crack.
“What do you mean, the human you chose?”
<Who knows.>
Viktor frowned.
Yet instead of answering, the Evil God merely raised the corners of its mouth.
<I mean exactly, ly, ly what I said.>
<Humans really are, are, interesting.>
The smile deepened.
The crack widened, and even what remained of its face began to crumble.
Its splitting lips looked up at the boy as it spoke.
<So, my child.>
<Struggle with all you have not to break.>
<Otherwise, the wildfire will seek to begin again and restore everything.>
The voice was chilling, yet strangely gentle.
The haze began to fade.
<Then... someday, ay, ay, ay, ay.>
Several incomprehensible words lingered at its lips.
Then the haze completely detached from the Chief Justice’s head.
It was a scene that felt like death itself.
Viktor simply stood there, his expression rigid.
The chunk of ice shattered, and the fragment of will that had been forcibly held together returned to nothingness.
<Let’s meet again.>
Swish.
A bare, unmasked face.
Something gently caressed the boy’s burn scar before passing by.
“...”
It was difficult to put into words.
His mind was a mess.
Kim Muro could only stand there, frozen for a while.
* * *
After the Evil God left, the air settled into a lull.
Though the courtroom had been utterly devastated, it now held a rough sort of calm.
“...”
My mind was crowded with stray thoughts.
A cold silence had fallen.
What broke it was a single mutter.
“...It’s over.”
Thud.
Only then could we collapse where we stood.
Without either of us moving first, we sprawled across the floor side by side.
“Ugh, haa...”
The strength drained from my legs.
The trial had begun it all, and it had ended with fifteen minutes of nerve-racking battle.
Ranne seemed completely exhausted, while nausea rose in me from the aftereffects of overusing bugs.
“Sir Viktor...”
“Yes, I’m here.”
Violet eyes turned toward me with effort.
Was she barely conscious?
There wasn’t a trace of light in those pupils.
Still, she forced out the faintest question, as though squeezing it through her throat.
“Is it... all over...?”
“I think so. For now, at least.”
“Ah... that’s... a relief.”
“Miss Ranne?”
“I can’t... stay conscious... any longer...”
It seemed unleashing that Starlight had overstrained her body.
Ranne’s eyelids fell over her violet eyes.
A few times, she opened and closed them.
Before long, her closed eyes no longer opened, and only her soft breathing broke the silence.
“...”
“Miss Ranne.”
There was no reply.
Careful not to disturb the exhausted girl, I whispered to her.
“You did well.”
That situation had been hellish.
Even I had panicked. How must this child have felt?
Even then, she had trusted me and followed my lead. I couldn’t help feeling proud of her.
“Please rest for a while.”
I quietly reached out and lightly smoothed her disheveled blond hair.
The utterly devastated courtroom had been bleached white.
I forced myself up despite my wavering vision.
The nausea was bad, but I could still move well enough.
‘First... I need to do what I came here for.’
I looked around.
Then, beyond the courtroom corridor, I spotted a door standing wide open.
‘Is that the exit?’
It was the passage leading outside the Temple of Lumiera.
Ding!
[You have cleared the fifth floor of the hidden area, ‘Temple of Lumiera.’]
[The door leading outside the temple has opened.]
A status window notification rang out as if to confirm it.
Beyond the passage, stairs and a pure white backdrop awaited us.
‘We’ve been here for two whole days.’
We needed to return quickly.
Everyone in Count Kihano’s territory must be searching for us by now.
‘First, let’s finish this.’
I started walking.
The reason I had entered the Temple of Lumiera in the first place.
Ding!
[Linked Quest]
-Title: To Live, Perhaps to Die.
-Details: O meaningless life. Prove the worth of my death.
-Penalty upon Failure: None
-Reward upon Success: ???
[Time Limit: Until the trial ends.]
I had come to obtain an item hidden here.
I stepped into the center of the courtroom.
A few steps ahead stood a set of scales carved from ice.
It was the only object that had not been destroyed amid the ruined surroundings.
“As expected, it’s still here.”
Tap, tap.
My gloved fingers touched the scales.
Part of the scales themselves was the item I had come looking for.
Clink.
I examined one of the scale pans.
More precisely, it was the side where the Chief Justice’s paper cranes had been placed.
With a slight tug, the transparent pan popped right out.
Ding!
[Mirror That Recreates Forms]
-Category: Accessory
-Rank: B
-Status: Not Intact
-Description: A mirror left behind by the ancient sage Lumiera. It can duplicate one of the items reflected in the mirror. However, this effect can only be applied to items of B-rank or lower. Immediately after the effect is used, the mirror becomes part of the duplicate and disappears.
It was a mirror.
An event item capable of duplicating items ranked B or lower.
‘Got it.’
After reading the description, you might have a question.
It had an interesting effect, but it didn’t seem particularly worthwhile.
After all the hardships we had just faced, had I really come here just to get a B-rank duplicate?
‘Of course not.’
Why else would this be called a broken item?
If its capabilities were limited to what the description said, I wouldn’t have even cared about it.
‘The Mirror That Recreates Forms. It was originally designed so high-rank items couldn’t be duplicated for balance, but...’
By using a bug, I could bypass that restriction too.
In other words, I could duplicate items regardless of their rank.
It was an incredibly generous event you couldn’t find anywhere else.
When I played the original, I used to put Black Mist or the Mask of the Evil God into the mirror.
‘Then what should I duplicate this time?’
I had already given that question some thought.
I had saved an item for this very moment.
One of the joker cards I possessed.
[???-Rank Reward Selection Ticket]
-Category: Selection Ticket
-Rank: ???
-Status: ???
-Description: ???
I took a black ticket from my pocket.
It was a smooth sheet of paper with a mysterious gleam.
At the same time, a list of available rewards appeared before my eyes.
-Selection Ticket-
[Please select one of the options below!]
1. Obtain Merit Points (10,000p)
2. Damaged Item Repair Ticket ×1 [Sold Out]
3. Broken Item Restoration Ticket ×1
4. Item Rank Downgrade Ticket ×1
5. Space Leap Ticket ×1
6. Item Cooldown Reset Ticket ×1
7. ■ ■■ (???)
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28. ■■■■■■ (???)
29. ■■■ ■■ (???)
30. ■■ (???)
“Noice.”
I clenched my fist.
Just as expected, it looked like I could use this as a duplication target too.
‘Now this is how you make bank.’
From this point on, I intended to turn one reward selection ticket into two.
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