My vision is shaking.
My vision flickers, as if a light is turning on and off for a moment.
Isabel's clothes were fluttering, and each strand of her crimson hair could be seen fluttering between the collars.
"…No way."
However, soon the blue magic began to shine more and more. At the same time, cold sweat flowed from Amelia's chest and forehead.
Even though I poured all my magical power into it, the situation did not improve.
There was no way either.
Now, Amelia's physical strength has reached its limit, to the point where her knees buckle and she collapses.
Amelia's body was already showing signs of being tired. If you throw it on the bed, it will probably fall asleep within a few seconds.
I'm just using my mental power to force my eyes to open and squeeze out my magic power.
However, when Isabelle showed signs of pain again, Amelia shook her head and gritted her teeth. Amelia's mind was filled with thoughts of having to save her quickly.
Amelia closed her eyes and took a breath.
– …Listen carefully. Amelia Hero Candidate. For a wizard, think of unique magic as a tower that you create over a lifetime. You may think it is vaguely similar to the swordsmanship of prosecutors, but it is different. They don't just focus on improving things like swordsmanship, but on increasing the variety. This is simply to leave a better circuit to future generations. In other words, it also proves how outstanding a wizard this person was in his past life.
– It may be far from the noble and efficient swordsmanship that one generally imagines a swordsman to be. Maybe those two will never understand each other.
-But nevertheless, in the end, it is possible to achieve the result of following up to some extent the achievements of previous wizards. It is the bare minimum fort for future generations.
-"…But, I have a question. I heard other wandering mercenary wizards do that too. Why do they do such a thing when they have no hospitality?"
-Whaaah!
Flames burst out from Isabelle's circuit. Although it was originally a basic method that only granted magical power, the fire element comes out reflexively due to the nature of Isabelle's magical power.
Amelia frowned.
Treatment continued by spraying potion on the burned hand.
-They are other mercenary wizards… Of course, they too, as the circuit occupies a large position. It is a symbol of their state. It's no different from wealth. If someone forcibly destroys it, the magician will either become a person in ruin or be unable to use his magic. Or build your ground again from the beginning. It is divided into one of three.
-If there is another reason… First of all, it is the most basic and stable way to increase your level of strength. But… I think it's more important than that.
Her only magic professor, who was stroking her chin for a moment, paused for a moment and then spoke.
-I will do it if you remember me. Think of it as the foolish wish of a genius who didn't spend his life in vain and who hoped that everyone would recognize the efforts he had made so far… no, it was the wish of a genius who lacked talent. That wish will never come true anyway. Even though they realize it deep down, they do such foolish things every day.
I couldn't understand their way of thinking, which had higher expectations for future generations than for themselves and the present. Amelia was so far away from that kind of life.
Unlike the relaxed mindset of noble wizards. For Amelia, every day was a life of struggle and chase.
No matter how the professor tried to teach her, there was no way Amelia, who devoted herself to swinging the sword at least once a day and valued current progress, would be able to understand it all.
Therefore, her teacher simply put basic knowledge into her head.
They were all simply facts conveyed verbally.
So, that's it.
There was no way that someone's longing to be recognized by someone for the rest of her life would remain in her mind for a long time just by whispering it a few times.
But, just one word.
As far as the desire to be recognized is concerned. Amelia also very much agreed.
I had only recently discovered the joy of being recognized by someone, just a few days ago – so I also understood why I longed for it.
However, when Yoosung saw his pale hands and Amelia's condition, he immediately lowered his head.
I felt like I had seen those eyes somewhere that kept their cool even in emergency situations.
"… … Amelia."
That the woman in front of me was dying. His eyes did not show any change in his emotions based on rational judgment.
With infinitely cold eyes.
"Implant my circuit into Isabelle."
A statement like a bolt from the blue.
He was reciting it casually in a low voice.
As if that were a given.
Amelia, who understood what he meant, unconsciously grabbed his shoulder with an excited voice.
"Are you saying you know what that means!?"
Amelia widened her eyes and spoke loudly.
The meaning of transplanting one's circuits to another person was a term commonly used only among people related by blood.
If the two were not genetically related in the slightest, it would be obvious that there would be a backlash.
Amelia, who plays the important role of transplanting it, is neither a doctor nor a wizard who professionally performs transplants. He was just a warrior who had fallen countless times on the battlefield.
It was like giving her a surgical tool and telling her to succeed, as she had lived her whole life holding a sword on the battlefield.
"If things go wrong, Yoosung might end up like this too, just like me! It's absolutely not possible."
A body that has lost its magic.
In Amelia's case, her heart circuit was intact, so she was able to use it for a while. The case of the circuit was completely different. If the circuit transplant had been done incorrectly, Yoosung's heart could have stopped altogether.
"There is no other way. Amelia, please do me a favor."
"… It's not possible."
"This is the only way for Isabel to survive. Amelia."
It was as if a dagger had been stabbed in my heart by those words. A chill appeared in my chest. Amelia hesitated for a moment at his request, then shook her head as if to cut him off.
For Amelia, the shooting star was like her life.
Just imagining him not being able to open his eyes anymore breaks my heart.
The shooting star was the best luck that came to Amelia. This time I will never miss it.
Isn't he the only person who became his lover, who recognized his talent in swordsmanship, and who protected him even in the face of colleagues who looked down on him?
Thinking that Yoosung would do such a dangerous thing while covered in cold sweat, the great frustration of not knowing the purpose was breaking my heart. This was a fact that Amelia already knew and recognized. He was very dependent on Yoosung.
To be honest. I hope he never does anything dangerous.
I just want to cling to him, cuddle with him, and spend the rest of his life quietly.
But there was not enough justification to refuse this.
-Isn't it enough to just make people look at me? Get rid of this woman now.
… Then, suddenly, the desire to monopolize that I had been thinking about to myself rose up.
In the end, it was she who could get rid of this whole situation and take control.
What he was worried about now was Isabelle's safety.
In order to do that, they are doing things that cost even a few lives.
In any case, if that were the case, it would be enough to eliminate the reason for him to think of Isabel like this. Contrary to the appearance of being devoted and repaying the debt received up to this point,
It was obvious that if he pretended it was an accident and killed her, or if he twisted the circuit, he would give up Isabelle and only focus on himself.
It would be such a terrible thing that we could never even imagine… .
In the end, if you only look at the outcome, you can continue to be with Yoosung. Just the two of us, forever.
Amelia quietly looked down at Isabelle, who was suffering.
All you have to do is burn the circuit and pretend to make a small mistake. To a person who will die anyway. He couldn't even gamble the life of the person who was most precious to him. In the end, if Amelia is the only one left, Yoosung will stay only for her.
Just by letting a little bit of magical power pass by pretending it was a mistake.
Amelia's deep blue eyes sank coldly.
"… … I will try it."
However, Amelia did not choose such extreme measures.
Amelia wiped her cold sweaty face and braided her hair.
For whom would you do such a terrible thing?
Even if he did something like that, it would only end up secretly hurting Yoosung's trust.
Even if he left her side, Amelia couldn't do anything to trample on the precious trust he gave her. I never wanted to do anything that would tarnish the pure trust he had placed in me.
Wasn't this happiness achieved somehow? How happy was the rest of my life when my precious person was right next to me when they woke up, always hugged me with kindness, and lived a happy life every day.
In the end, Yoosung wouldn't want to get hurt in such a life, so Amelia had no choice but to suppress her personal feelings and just sweep her face and hide her hands that were shaking with anxiety.
Because I had faith in him, I had no choice but to be more devoted and drain my liver and gallbladder. What is the initiative of a woman whose heart has been mortgaged since her first love? It was like that.
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I pulled out a book out of thin air.
The cover was covered with rough leather, and gold thread with incomprehensible writing engraved on it was shining brilliantly.
"Read this too."
Next, two books were taken out without any notice.
[Book of Knowledge x2]
Soon, Amelia, who was lowering her head with her shoulders slumped, opened the book.
Amelia was still reading the text quickly with a cold expression. Unlike the one where I flatly refused. The moment I decided to give it a try, I had a serious expression on my face.
I thought you were going to just say no. It was more cooperative than I expected.
Amelia must have noticed that gaze, and glanced back at me.
"… What are you looking at me for? Isn't the shooting star only looking at me anyway?"
"That's right."
"Then that's it. Even if more women come, it won't work out as Yoosung had hoped. If you come, I will cut you down."
Amelia smiled as she casually turned the pages of the book and recited the bloody words. I didn't use the word "joke" in an awkward way.
"… It's a joke, right?"
"… Don't get hurt."
I asked back just in case, but I didn't mention the word "joke" until the end.
"… ."
Amelia, who was placing a book on her large chest, turned her head.
Amelia was simply repaying me with her devoted love. When she's with me, she looks like the happiest person in the world. I'm so anxious that my hands are shaking as I turn the pages.
I didn't want to worry my precious person right now, so I closed the book with all my strength in my body and closed my eyes.
I finally understood the feeling of anxiety while thinking about the first precious person in one's life.
"Amelia."
I placed my hand on the trembling white hand.
"Won't you be my wife?"
"… What,"
When Amelia heard those words, her pupils widened for a moment, and she quickly became very hot and covered her red face with the cover of the book.
"Yu, what is Yoosung saying in this situation!"
"You seem too nervous."
Heh – The face that had been filled with happiness and shame sank once again, as if a screw had fallen out of surprise.
"Profit, meteor… Well, if I say it now… !! After all, the atmosphere… Think about it."
Amelia, whose nape and the tips of her ears were red, exhaled and lowered her head. The corners of his mouth slowly turned up as if he was very happy inside.
And then in a very quiet voice.
"… Let's finish this first, then… let's talk formally.