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Infinite Mage Chapter 195: The Liquor of Anecdotes (3)

Chapter 195: The Liquor of Anecdotes (3)

Peophe’s​⁠​ face became rigid⁠​ when she heard⁠ Shirone’s words.

She⁠​⁠ could not understand​ what was happening​‌ inside her.

At​​ the moment when​ the hope of‌ being able to‍⁠‌ live arose, the‌‌‍ firm emotions that‍‌​ dominated her began‌ to fade like​‍ foam.

“A-are‍⁠ you mocking me?‍ What do you‍ gain by humiliating‍⁠‌ me?”

“Mock‌ you? Don’t talk​ nonsense. Saving someone⁠ who asks to​‌ live is natural.​ Because I also⁠ want to live.⁠​ My life is⁠‍‍ valuable, and that‍‍‍ is why I know how valuable‌‍ the lives of​‍⁠ others are.”

Shirone⁠​⁠ had still not⁠‍ decided to release‍‍ her definitively.

Until​‍‍ the last instant,‌‌​ his decision remained⁠ uncertain.

But‍‌⁠ he thought about‍ Kanya and Lena.‍‍​

He‌ could not allow⁠‍ them to die‌⁠‍ like that.

“I‌⁠ will count to‌​‍ three. One.”

He‍⁠ tightened the hand⁠ holding Peophe.

“Two.”​⁠⁠

“S-save⁠​​ me.”

Peophe​ said it in⁠ a low voice.‌‍

Shirone‌ did not loosen‍‍ his grip.

And‌ just when he​ was about to‍ say three, Peophe,​‌ with her eyes⁠⁠ tightly shut, shouted.‌

“Save​ me! I’m telling​‌ you to save‍​‍ me! I don’t‍⁠​ want to die!”⁠‍‌

Shirone‌ released her.

After​‍‍ regaining her freedom,​ she flapped her​⁠​ wings and rose‍​ into the air.‍

With⁠ her face red‍‍‍ like the sunset,‍​ she rebuked him​ furiously.

“Do‍‌ you think you‍ will come out‌‌‍ unharmed after doing‍ something like that?”‍

“What‍‍‍ did I do?”‌‌‌

“You‍‍​ tried to kill⁠​ me!”

“Yes.‌ And that is‌‌​ exactly what you​ did to Kanya⁠​​ and Lena.”

Peophe⁠‌​ could not reply.‍⁠

She‌‌​ had been an⁠​ executor of the⁠​‍ law since her⁠⁠ birth.

She‍‌ had never reflected‌‌‌ deeply about the‌​​ life expectancy of‍​ the faithful.

But‌ when her own⁠‌⁠ life had been‌‌​ in someone else’s‍ hands, the matter​‍ became complicated.

Death‍​ was frightening.

Life​‌ was sweet.

Even‍ for a fairy⁠‌​ who could live​ ten thousand years.⁠

“I‌‍ also think what‍​​ happened to Kanya’s‍ mother was unfair.‍​ Return her life​‌ expectancy.”

Peophe,‍ still unable to‌​‍ organize her thoughts,​​​ became irritated by​‌⁠ the pressure.

“I⁠‍ already told you!​​​ Only the upper⁠​​ leadership of the‍‍ seventy-two hierarchies of⁠⁠‍ fairies can touch‌ the life record.⁠ A verdict that‍‌‍ has already been‍⁠⁠ issued cannot be​‌‍ reversed.”

“Then‍ judge Kanya and⁠​ Lena again first.‍​‍ You can do‍ that, can’t you?”‍

Peophe‍‌‌ rested her chin⁠ on her hand‍ and thought.

“Well…⁠​‌ then I will⁠‍⁠ leave it as​⁠‍ a reduction of​⁠​ one year.”

Shirone‍ let out a dry laugh.

That⁠​ the sentence was​‍​ reduced was a relief, but the⁠ difference in judgment‍⁠‌ was absurd.

It⁠ seemed that from‌⁠ the beginning there‍​​ had been no‍ standard at all.‍‌​

“What‍ is this, a junk shop? Can‍⁠​ you deliver a sentence however you​ feel like it?”‌​

“If‌‍​ I reduce it⁠‌ you also complain!⁠‍ Then should I raise it again‌​‌ to twenty years?”⁠‌‍

“That’s‍⁠‌ not it. Doesn’t‍ it seem strange‌​‍ to you? There‌​ should be a criterion for applying‍‌⁠ punishment.”

“I⁠‍ am the criterion!‌⁠‍ I am the​⁠ executor of the‍ law! You know?‌⁠ Now that I think about it,​⁠ you are quite​ ignorant.”

Shirone‍‍ remained silent.

He⁠​​ had to accept‍ that fairies were⁠ a species different⁠‍⁠ from humans.

A fairy’s way of‌​ thinking was more⁠‍ encompassing.

While​ humans could divide​‌ love into countless​‌ nuances, for a fairy love was‍‌​ simply love.

Peophe⁠ was an executor⁠ of the law.​​

That​‍ was why she​⁠ never doubted her⁠​‌ own judgment.

She⁠​⁠ knew how terrifying​ death was, and‍ that was why​ she left it‍ at one year.⁠‍

That​‌ she could not​‌​ make detailed evaluations‌ like two years⁠ and three months​‌ or seven years‌‌ and six months‌ was also understandable.​

Perhaps⁠⁠ after thousands of​⁠⁠ years her thinking⁠​‌ would become deeper.‍

But‍ now she was​‍ only one year‍ old.

“Is​‌​ it fine now?‍ Then I’m leaving.​‌ Fairies have a lot of work.”‌‍⁠

“Leaving?‍‍‍ And Kanya’s mother?⁠​⁠ Aren’t you going‍​‍ to resolve that?”‌

Peophe⁠​‍ turned toward him‍ with eyes reddened‌ by anger.

“And​​ how do you‌‌​ want me to‌‌ resolve it? At‌​​ that time I had not even​ been born! Besides,‌​‍ I am the⁠ youngest of the​ seventy-two hierarchies. I do not have‌ the authority to⁠‌​ modify the life​⁠​ record.”

“Then‌ at least tell‍ me the method.‍‍ You are a fairy, you must‍‌ know something. I will not let‍​ you go until​‍​ you speak.”

Peophe⁠ had a twisted​‌‌ character typical of​ a spirit of‌​ the spiral, but​‍‌ being so young‌​ she was not​‍ difficult to handle.⁠​

If‍​​ he could extract⁠‍ information from her,‍‍​ perhaps there would‌⁠​ be a way⁠‍ to save Kanya’s‌‌​ mother.

“Ha.⁠‍‍ Do you think‍‌⁠ I cannot leave‍ if you block⁠‍ me? And no‍​ one can intervene‌‌ in the affairs‌ of the fairy⁠​⁠ realm. That is‌ established by the​⁠‌ law.”

“I⁠‌ don’t know what‌‍ that law says,‌ but you also​ know it is‌ unfair. Life is‌ valuable. Is it‌ really fine to​‍ reduce someone’s life​‍ by twenty years‌ just like that?”⁠

Peophe‍⁠ blinked with moist‌ eyes.

In‌ truth, not even‌ she herself knew.‌‌​

To‍‌‌ judge the rightness​‌‍ or wrongness of​⁠ the law with‍‍‌ one’s own criterion,​ one would probably​​‌ have to live‌ at least six⁠⁠ hundred years.

“Why‍ do you keep‌ pressuring me? I only do what‍ I am ordered​ to do!”

“Weren’t‍​‌ you the executor‌ of the law?⁠‍ When you were‍ so confident in‌ yourself, what happened?⁠ Are you running⁠‍​ away now?”

“Ah,⁠ enough! What do‌‌‌ you want to‍​ know?”

“First⁠​ tell me what‌‍ the liquor of​ anecdotes is.”

“The‍‍‍ liquor of anecdotes?‍⁠ It is a sacred technique. The‍⁠ law of the‍‍‌ faithful is purified​‌‌ and they are‌ reborn as new‍ life.”

Peophe‌‍‍ answered smoothly, as​‌ if she were‍ finally talking about‍​‍ something she knew.⁠​‍

But​‍‍ Shirone perceived nothing​ more than an⁠ embellished definition.

“That⁠‌‍ explains nothing. Explain‍ it concretely. What‍ it exists for,‍⁠⁠ how it is​⁠‍ performed, what foundations⁠‍ the technique has,‌ things like that.”⁠

“Ugh…⁠ how annoying….”

Peophe’s‌‍ face became rigid​​ when she heard‍ Shirone’s words.

She​‍ could not understand‍ what was happening‍‌⁠ inside her.

At⁠‍⁠ the moment when​ the hope of⁠ being able to​ live arose, the‌ firm emotions that​​‌ dominated her began​ to fade like⁠‍ foam.

Peophe‌‌‌ brought both hands‍⁠​ to her head.⁠‌

The‌ liquor of anecdotes‍⁠⁠ was simply the‍⁠​ liquor of anecdotes.​​​

She​‌​ had never reflected​⁠⁠ on the information‌‌‍ she knew through​⁠⁠ innate knowledge.

Only⁠‌​ one method remained.‌‍​

When⁠⁠‌ she remembered memory‌⁠ transfer, her eyes​‌​ lit up.

“If​ you really want‍‌​ to understand it,​‌ there is a clear way to‌ explain it. We‍ will use mental‍ resonance. Fairies can‍ transmit memories. I will show you⁠ my memory of​‌ the liquor of‌⁠‍ anecdotes. Will that⁠​ be enough?”

Mental‌ resonance was dangerous.‌‌

It‍‍​ did not seem⁠​ that Peophe had‍​‌ bad intentions, but⁠ even so she‌ was not an​‌​ ally.

Arin‍‍‌ spoke through the‌ mental channel.

— It’s fine. I can control Peophe.‌

— Are you sure?‌ Even if we‍​​ have good defense,⁠ irregularities outside the‌‌ norm also exist.⁠‌

— Peophe is emotionally‌⁠ immature. I can​‍ read the particular⁠‍​ pattern of an‌⁠ irregularity through transcendental‌​ perception. If she‍‌‌ tries something, I will knock her‌‌​ out with a mental shock before‌ she activates it.​​

It⁠​‌ seemed that Kanis’s‌‍ group had also​‍ experienced irregularities before.‍‍

Thinking⁠‌ that that transcendental‌‍ perception was truly⁠⁠⁠ extraordinary, Shirone accepted.‍‌

“Fine.‌⁠‌ Show us your‌​ memory of the⁠​⁠ liquor of Ilhwa.”⁠⁠

“Alright.‍ I will begin.”‍‌⁠

Peophe​‍ activated the memory⁠⁠ transfer technique.

The⁠‍ minds of Shirone⁠​ and the others‍‍‍ were absorbed into‍ the memory.

The⁠‌⁠ plaza from a year ago appeared.‌⁠

It‍ was the place‍ where the statue​‌​ of the giant‍‍ stood, and the‌ faithful maintained absolute‌ silence.

Shirone‌ called his companions,​​ who had appeared​⁠‍ scattered, and they⁠⁠ advanced through the‌​‍ faithful like spirits.‌​​

Although‍‍ it was someone⁠⁠ else’s memory, it‍‌ felt as vivid⁠‌ as reality.

In‍‍‌ the state of⁠​​ memory, Shirone could‍⁠​ observe whatever he‍‌ wanted.

Even‌​ approach someone’s face​ without them noticing.‍

They‍​‍ moved toward the‍‌ statue.

When‍​ the crowd parted,​​ a shocking scene⁠‌‍ appeared.

Several‌​ hoses were connected‌‍ to the statue⁠​‍ of the giant,​⁠‌ attached to eight​‍ large glass spheres‌‌ arranged around it.‍

Each​⁠ sphere was large⁠‍ enough to contain‌ a person.

Although​ silence reigned, some​⁠ people were crying.‍

The‌ mixture of devotion‌ and despair generated​ a deep uneasiness.⁠

The⁠​‌ kergoinos ran around​‍‌ the statue preparing⁠⁠​ the ceremony.

Eight‍​ faithful stepped out‍‌‍ from the group.‌

They​⁠ were people between‍ fifty and sixty​ years old, except‌‍ for one young‌⁠ woman.

Shirone⁠ saw the hidden‍‍⁠ crying in their‌ smiles.

Trembling‍⁠⁠ pupils.

Quivering​⁠⁠ corners of their​ mouths.

Cold​⁠⁠ sweat on their‍ foreheads.

They‌​ were thinking about‍​​ death.

They‍ entered the glass​ spheres naked.

The⁠‍‍ black liquid began‍ to fill them.⁠⁠

The‌ relatives ran crying‍ and struck the​​​ glass, while other⁠⁠ faithful prostrated themselves‍‍ on the ground​‍ shouting “Anke Ra.”‍​⁠

Mother.⁠‌​ Father. Grandfather.

The⁠‌ kergoinos forcibly pushed​‍ the relatives away.‌

Inside⁠⁠⁠ the rising liquid,‍‍ the condemned smiled.⁠​‌

Death⁠‌ by drowning?

It​​ was cruel.

But‍‌‌ when Shirone looked‍⁠ more closely, he⁠ stepped back in‌‍⁠ horror.

It‌​​ was not drowning.‌⁠

Their⁠⁠ bodies were dissolving⁠‌‍ inside the liquid.⁠

It⁠‌ was the most​​ grotesque scene he​ had ever seen.​‍‌

He‌⁠⁠ wondered about the‍‌ composition of the​⁠​ liquid.

Now​ he understood why‍‍ it was black.‍

If​‌‌ the relatives had‌‍​ seen that process,​​⁠ they would have‌‌ gone mad.

The​‌‌ liquid was sucked⁠‌ through the hoses.‌‍

A disgusting sound was‍​ heard, like viscera​ being expelled.

The⁠⁠ chants to Ra‍ rose even higher.‍‌‌

When​ the level descended,‌ the spheres became​‍‌ completely transparent.

Nothing‌‍ remained.

The​⁠ people who had‍​ been smiling moments‍​​ before had been⁠‌ absorbed by the‌⁠ hoses.

Trembling,‍​ Shirone followed the​⁠ path of the‌⁠‍ hoses.

The‍‍ statue of the⁠ giant.

Toward​‍ its base, eight⁠⁠⁠ people were being​ poured in.

Then‍​ what was now‍ filling the statue?‌​

Ra,‍‍‍ eternal and immortal.​​‍

The‌​‍ cries of “Anke⁠​⁠ Ra” pierced the⁠‌‌ sky.

Suddenly,‍​ the statue vibrated⁠‍⁠ violently.

The⁠‍ faithful fell silent.⁠‍‍

All⁠‍‍ the liquid had⁠⁠‌ been transferred into​​‍ the statue.

As⁠‍‌ if it were⁠ a mold.

Shirone⁠‍ shook his head.​
It could not‍​‍ be.

But​⁠ once the idea‍‌‍ appeared, he could‌‍‌ not stop it.⁠​

A mold that melts⁠⁠⁠ human beings in​‌​ order to pour‌‌ them.

Then‍ what was being‌‌​ created inside was—‌‍

The⁠‌‍ statue opened along‍‌ a cutting line.‍

An‍ enormous foot emerged‌ and shook the​‌ earth.

Shirone​⁠ felt a chill‌​ when he saw​‍​ the giant covered‌​​ in a gelatinous‍‍ substance.

Its​⁠ expression was distorted.‌⁠‍

It⁠ did not seem‌‍‌ human.

Arin​‌‍ murmured through the‍⁠ mental channel.

They‍ had not been‌​ able to connect​​⁠ mentally with the‍‌ giant because multiple‍ consciousnesses were mixed‌⁠⁠ in a single​ body.

Then‍​ what was that‌‍​ mind?

Eight​‌⁠ consciousnesses?

Or⁠‌ something completely different?‍‌​

The‍‍ faithful begged for‌ mercy.

The‍ giant was the‌​⁠ one born from⁠⁠ the law and⁠ guardian of the​ law.

Therefore⁠⁠ it had the‌⁠ right to execute‍​ those who violated‌ it.

If​ at that moment⁠​⁠ someone were crushed​⁠​ under its foot,‌​‌ it would not​‍ be the giant’s‌​⁠ fault.

Those‍ who met its⁠ gaze collapsed convulsing.​‍

It‍‌ was the ocular​ technique called Pressing.⁠

Ah…⁠‍​

Shirone​‌‍ trembled.

The⁠‌‌ origin of the​​ schema.

The​‌ primordial schema was‍⁠ the superposition of‌‍‌ the human diagrams⁠​ melted in the​ liquor of anecdotes.⁠

He‌ heard conversations while​‌ the giant moved‍ away.

The​⁠⁠ giant would leave‌​‌ Heaven and go​ to Purgatory, where‌​ it would eliminate​​ heretics who threatened‌‌ it.

Then​ it would return‌‍ to the Fifth‍​ Heaven, Matei, called‌‌​ by Ra.

The‌ relatives cried.

Mother!​​​ Father! Grandfather!

The‍‌​ giant seemed to‌ tremble, as if‍​‌ it had reacted⁠⁠​ to the voices.​​

But‌‍​ it did not‍⁠ look back.

It‍⁠‍ kept walking toward‌‍⁠ the gate as​‌ if nothing had​​‌ happened.

Peophe’s‍⁠⁠ memory disintegrated like‌ burning paper, and‌ the scene returned‌‍​ to the house.​‌

Shirone‍‍ and the others⁠ looked around.

Peophe⁠‌​ had disappeared.

She​‌⁠ probably fled while​⁠⁠ the memory was‍ playing.

But‌‌ they did not‌‌​ have time to⁠‍ worry about it.​‍⁠

Now⁠‌‌ they knew what‌‍‍ the liquor of⁠ anecdotes was.

The⁠⁠ condemned is decomposed⁠‌‌ in the liquid.‍‍⁠

Then‍ poured into a mold, where a special transformation occurs⁠​ and they are‍​ reborn as a giant.

Human‌ consciousnesses are mixed.‍‍

And‍ in that process‌ the schema emerges.​

The⁠​ stimulant that Kanya‌ had bought was​ for that.

To⁠ preserve at least⁠‌ a fragment of⁠ consciousness in that⁠ unknown darkness.

Gardrak‌ was right.

It⁠ was no different‌‌ from applying anesthesia‌‌ to a patient​‍‍ who dies in‌​‌ pain.

“This​​⁠ is…”

Tess’s‍​​ face was completely​⁠ pale.

The‌‌ giant’s schema.

And⁠ her own schema.‌‌‍

When⁠ her mind connected‌‍ both, she ran‍ to a corner‍ and vomited.

No‍ one reproached her.‍

Everyone‍ felt nauseous.

Rian⁠ approached, but Tess‌ stopped him with‌‍⁠ her hand.

It‍‌ was not that‌‌ the memory was‌‍ more brutal than‌‌ a battlefield.

It‍‌ was a mental‍‌​ nausea.

Schema⁠​‍ was the technique‍ of the giant.​‌

Then​ why could she‌ open it?

Did‌​⁠ she have giant⁠​ blood like a Nephilim?

But​⁠‌ giants did not‌‍ have reproductive organs.​‍

“Now⁠ you understand why‌⁠⁠ I did not‌⁠‌ say it.”

Kanya‍ murmured sadly.

Some‌‍ call it a blessing.

Others,​​‍ a curse.

No⁠‌​ one wanted to⁠​ speak of that‌ ceremony that divided‍​⁠ even the faithful‍‌ and the heretics.‌

“According⁠ to the law,​ humans were born⁠ from giants. That​ is why they‍⁠​ return to become‍ giants. That is​​ the liquor of‌⁠‌ anecdotes.”

Even‍​ if her words‌ were true, Shirone⁠‍​ could not accept​ it.

What⁠​‍ he had seen​ could not be‍‍⁠ hidden behind any​‍‍ pious façade.

At‌‍‌ last he understood.​

The​‍⁠ liquor of anecdotes​⁠ practiced in Heaven⁠​ was a technique​‌⁠ that used human‍ flesh and viscera​⁠‍ as raw material‍⁠⁠ to manufacture giants.‌​

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