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"I am feeling all right." I laughed as soon as I finished speaking, but immediately I began to cough, spitting up blood. It was really ridiculous two enemies who’d just fought for life and death lay together and exchanged greetings. Two wizards who were at death's door greeted each other after a duel, which would not be understood by anyone else.
"We are going to die here together." He said softly, "It's a pity that I used that dagger just now. How nice it would be if all this had never happened."
"Yes, how I wish I hadn't read the last spell." I said that. But what would have happened if we both hadn’t done what we regretted now? Maybe I would still be the unknown, wandering magician in the journey, or he would still be the evil necromancer who killed people and was harmful to the whole kingdom.
I looked around. There was nothing but the devil's body in the snow. The army of Lewis had been destroyed when the mountain was collapsed by us. The terrible magic war between us just now was enough for anyone to take ten days to think seriously before they came here. It would require a small miracle to get us up from the snow, because we'd been hurt so badly. How long could I live? I clearly felt that the fire of my life was dying out. Maybe I could hold on for an hour, maybe only ten minutes. It was strange that at this moment when death was coming, I didn't have any fear. I just felt very calm.
"Why did you become a necromancer?" Silence for a while, and then I suddenly asked him this. I don't know why I asked him that. In fact, how he became a necromancer had nothing to do with me. Maybe I just wanted to know if he had the same reason as me. I looked at his face. Although his face hadn't changed at all, it didn't look ugly now.
"For a promise, a past story," he looked at the sky and said. The sky looked really blue now, which was fascinating.
"A long time ago, when I was just an ordinary person." His voice was very light, and he spoke peacefully. Previously, I could not judge his real age, but now I could clearly see the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. His age was probably between fifty and sixty years old. "I fell in love with a girl, but the secular power did not allow us to have love."
He told me in a way similar to expressing his feelings to his friends for many years, although we two were enemies fighting with each other an hour ago. Death was quite fair. Under its equal sickle, both of us would soon become victims. We had become friends from being enemies to such a degree that it was impossible for both to live under the same sky. No one could understand a necromancer's mood better than another, especially when both of us were dying.
"She was destined to be the feudal lord's concubine, and I was just an ordinary and young magician who had no money at all. So even if she were willing to elope with me, it would be impossible for me to do that. Because her parents would definitely get revenge on that guy. The day before she got married, she met me. She said it was the last time we’d meet. She said she would love me forever, no matter what she became or what I became."
Love transcended everything. I couldn't believe that he became a necromancer for a girl. Although I hadn't experienced that kind of unforgettable love, I could imagine his despair and anger at that time. Only those who had lost hope could abandon everything to seek that dark power.
"On the day of her marriage, I hid in the mountain alone. I had begged all the gods for a miracle to turn my fate, but it was useless. So that day I began to curse. I cursed my own incompetence and all the gods. I swore in despair, that if I could have the power to regain my love, I would not hesitate even if it meant selling my soul."
"So you used that spell and called out 'it’?"
"Yes, I asked 'it' for strength, then it agreed, but asked me to give up my looks and legs in return. I had no choice."
What? This was not his congenital face? I looked at him again and tried not to think about the uneven face that seemed to have been burned by fire. I only speculated about his original appearance from the face shape, but I failed. However, I could be sure that he was a handsome young man at one time, maybe better looking than me. It was really strange that it made such a request. When it allied with me, it didn't make any request, just changed my left eye as a sign of alliance.”
"And then?" I couldn't help but ask. Even at this time I was still very curious. It was my teacher who cultivated my strong curiosity. He said that a magician with enough curiosity was an excellent magician.
"Then I had the power to regain my love. At the beginning, I had everything else but strength. Then I had power, but nothing else. I mistook the oath made by man's impulse for eternity, and paid an irreparable price. Finally, everything was moonshine and lie. A girl's heart can't be grasped. I'd changed completely. I'm not the same person as before. Even though my heart hasn't changed, my appearance has changed completely. So the oath of my lover also goes with the wind. Who she vowed to love forever was the young and handsome magician, not the disabled and ugly necromancer." There was a sudden craziness in his eyes, and he began to laugh. The blood came out of his throat mercilessly. The spell I released earlier began to work. As he laughed, he spit blood. But it didn't look terrible at all, and I just felt sad.
"Then why did you marry that little girl?"
"I want to prove to those who laugh at my appearance that as long as I have power, I can get everything else. How could a little girl like that match her? If she was not a princess, I wouldn’t even have been able to glance at her." He kept spitting blood, and the look in his eyes began to dissipate rapidly. His life had come to an end.
I quietly heard his laughter slowly fade. His eyes slowly closed, the muscles on his face stopped twitching, and the last fire of his life finally went out.
"Women are always fickle!" This was his last sentence.
I turned my head and looked up at the sky. With the blood loss and the cold of the mountain, I could feel my body slowly losing consciousness. That's the end of a necromancer's life—being left in the mountains and eaten by vultures. Although the mountain was so high that there were no vultures, it didn't matter.
I closed my eyes, let the peaceful heart clearly feel the disappearance of my fire of life, and waited for the moment when no one could escape.
There was something falling on my face. No, it was a lot of things that fluttered gently on my face. It made my face itch, but it was a little comfortable. Then those things moved to my neck.
I opened my eyes and saw a girl staring at me.
Her hair, which had been combed well before, had been completely scattered. Some of her soft hair had been spilled on my face.
"I am alive? No, I should be dead. I don't believe that I am alive!" I suddenly felt this because I knew that I should not feel pain after I died, but now I clearly felt an intense pain in my body.
The little girl noticed that my eyes were open, then she called out. She showed a very surprised expression. I saw the tears on her face clearly. Did she cry for me just now? No, maybe she just cried for her fall. After all, she was just a little girl.
"Are you still alive?" She asked this stupid question.
"Of course!" I wanted to yell at her, but I realized that I couldn't even speak out loud.
My head was now resting on her leg, so I could see why I was still alive. The dagger was on my chest, and absorbed my vitality. But because it was put on me, it gave the vitality back to me. So I could still live. Of course, the little girl taking me away from the cold mountain was also an important factor.
Volume 1 Volume 1
"I am feeling all right." I laughed as soon as I finished speaking, but immediately I began to cough, spitting up blood. It was really ridiculous two enemies who’d just fought for life and death lay together and exchanged greetings. Two wizards who were at death's door greeted each other after a duel, which would not be understood by anyone else.
"We are going to die here together." He said softly, "It's a pity that I used that dagger just now. How nice it would be if all this had never happened."
"Yes, how I wish I hadn't read the last spell." I said that. But what would have happened if we both hadn’t done what we regretted now? Maybe I would still be the unknown, wandering magician in the journey, or he would still be the evil necromancer who killed people and was harmful to the whole kingdom.
I looked around. There was nothing but the devil's body in the snow. The army of Lewis had been destroyed when the mountain was collapsed by us. The terrible magic war between us just now was enough for anyone to take ten days to think seriously before they came here. It would require a small miracle to get us up from the snow, because we'd been hurt so badly. How long could I live? I clearly felt that the fire of my life was dying out. Maybe I could hold on for an hour, maybe only ten minutes. It was strange that at this moment when death was coming, I didn't have any fear. I just felt very calm.
"Why did you become a necromancer?" Silence for a while, and then I suddenly asked him this. I don't know why I asked him that. In fact, how he became a necromancer had nothing to do with me. Maybe I just wanted to know if he had the same reason as me. I looked at his face. Although his face hadn't changed at all, it didn't look ugly now.
"For a promise, a past story," he looked at the sky and said. The sky looked really blue now, which was fascinating.
"A long time ago, when I was just an ordinary person." His voice was very light, and he spoke peacefully. Previously, I could not judge his real age, but now I could clearly see the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. His age was probably between fifty and sixty years old. "I fell in love with a girl, but the secular power did not allow us to have love."
He told me in a way similar to expressing his feelings to his friends for many years, although we two were enemies fighting with each other an hour ago. Death was quite fair. Under its equal sickle, both of us would soon become victims. We had become friends from being enemies to such a degree that it was impossible for both to live under the same sky. No one could understand a necromancer's mood better than another, especially when both of us were dying.
"She was destined to be the feudal lord's concubine, and I was just an ordinary and young magician who had no money at all. So even if she were willing to elope with me, it would be impossible for me to do that. Because her parents would definitely get revenge on that guy. The day before she got married, she met me. She said it was the last time we’d meet. She said she would love me forever, no matter what she became or what I became."
Love transcended everything. I couldn't believe that he became a necromancer for a girl. Although I hadn't experienced that kind of unforgettable love, I could imagine his despair and anger at that time. Only those who had lost hope could abandon everything to seek that dark power.
"On the day of her marriage, I hid in the mountain alone. I had begged all the gods for a miracle to turn my fate, but it was useless. So that day I began to curse. I cursed my own incompetence and all the gods. I swore in despair, that if I could have the power to regain my love, I would not hesitate even if it meant selling my soul."
"So you used that spell and called out 'it’?"
"Yes, I asked 'it' for strength, then it agreed, but asked me to give up my looks and legs in return. I had no choice."
What? This was not his congenital face? I looked at him again and tried not to think about the uneven face that seemed to have been burned by fire. I only speculated about his original appearance from the face shape, but I failed. However, I could be sure that he was a handsome young man at one time, maybe better looking than me. It was really strange that it made such a request. When it allied with me, it didn't make any request, just changed my left eye as a sign of alliance.”
"And then?" I couldn't help but ask. Even at this time I was still very curious. It was my teacher who cultivated my strong curiosity. He said that a magician with enough curiosity was an excellent magician.
"Then I had the power to regain my love. At the beginning, I had everything else but strength. Then I had power, but nothing else. I mistook the oath made by man's impulse for eternity, and paid an irreparable price. Finally, everything was moonshine and lie. A girl's heart can't be grasped. I'd changed completely. I'm not the same person as before. Even though my heart hasn't changed, my appearance has changed completely. So the oath of my lover also goes with the wind. Who she vowed to love forever was the young and handsome magician, not the disabled and ugly necromancer." There was a sudden craziness in his eyes, and he began to laugh. The blood came out of his throat mercilessly. The spell I released earlier began to work. As he laughed, he spit blood. But it didn't look terrible at all, and I just felt sad.
"Then why did you marry that little girl?"
"I want to prove to those who laugh at my appearance that as long as I have power, I can get everything else. How could a little girl like that match her? If she was not a princess, I wouldn’t even have been able to glance at her." He kept spitting blood, and the look in his eyes began to dissipate rapidly. His life had come to an end.
I quietly heard his laughter slowly fade. His eyes slowly closed, the muscles on his face stopped twitching, and the last fire of his life finally went out.
"Women are always fickle!" This was his last sentence.
I turned my head and looked up at the sky. With the blood loss and the cold of the mountain, I could feel my body slowly losing consciousness. That's the end of a necromancer's life—being left in the mountains and eaten by vultures. Although the mountain was so high that there were no vultures, it didn't matter.
I closed my eyes, let the peaceful heart clearly feel the disappearance of my fire of life, and waited for the moment when no one could escape.
There was something falling on my face. No, it was a lot of things that fluttered gently on my face. It made my face itch, but it was a little comfortable. Then those things moved to my neck.
I opened my eyes and saw a girl staring at me.
Her hair, which had been combed well before, had been completely scattered. Some of her soft hair had been spilled on my face.
"I am alive? No, I should be dead. I don't believe that I am alive!" I suddenly felt this because I knew that I should not feel pain after I died, but now I clearly felt an intense pain in my body.
The little girl noticed that my eyes were open, then she called out. She showed a very surprised expression. I saw the tears on her face clearly. Did she cry for me just now? No, maybe she just cried for her fall. After all, she was just a little girl.
"Are you still alive?" She asked this stupid question.
"Of course!" I wanted to yell at her, but I realized that I couldn't even speak out loud.
My head was now resting on her leg, so I could see why I was still alive. The dagger was on my chest, and absorbed my vitality. But because it was put on me, it gave the vitality back to me. So I could still live. Of course, the little girl taking me away from the cold mountain was also an important factor.
