Alchemist After Possessing

33. Shaiza’s Spear (5)

33. Shaiza’s Spear

Shaiza’s sky-blue hair and cape flutter in the wind. The wind that has passed through her seems to give off a refreshing scent. If I fail, this invigorating fragrance will be tinged with bloody despair.

You have to do it.

“Shaiza. Even though I’m standing in front of you, surprisingly I don’t feel anything.”

“Sure Zakat. This teacher is sad enough to want to cry.”

“Stop the pointless pun.”

“I used to have a taste for teasing, but it has completely changed.”

Shaiza laughed as she said that. I know. Shaiza had exhausted most of her mana due to the shield and healing magic she used to protect me.

She has no means against Zakat. In order for her to create her gap in Zakat. She threatens to be beaten to death and provokes him. For believing in me

I gritted my teeth as I looked at the back of the small but dependable Shayza.

Blood seeps from between the teeth. Sweat from my forehead sweeps away the dust and wets my eyeballs, blurring my vision. I can barely stand up, but my lower body is numb.

I wanted to rest after collapsing like this.

In order for me to rest, I must cut off Shaiza’s sorrow. Shaiza, who was crying for help in the greenhouse, and Shaiza, who trembled while holding my hand. Having played the original, I have never seen her weakness.

The great sage, Shayza. She was called the Great Sage, but she was also human. She is a human being who knows how to feel joy and how to feel sorrow. She once tried to resurrect Zakat, unable to overcome her longing. Maybe, after resurrecting Zakat, she intended to leave the secret greenhouse to him?

If you think about it that way, it makes sense. With the opening of the greenhouse, not all knowledge and materials are handed down. A system designed to gain knowledge and materials as you go up step by step. Powerful cryptids swarming underground.

Shaiza might have wanted to pass on her alchemy to the resurrected Zakat. As she stepped up her technique step by step, she might have wanted her to learn and understand all the recipes she left behind. At that point, she would become one of the greatest alchemists in the world.

A stone statue and ring containing Shaiza’s soul. She may have left such a device behind because she wanted to see the end of her resurrected favorite student, Zakat.

She

She agreed to save her beloved disciple’s clan, but it may have been atonement for not keeping her promise.

She

She and she may have aspired. She made her promise that she couldn’t fulfill. May Zakat carry on her own will, and let her do it herself. Everything may have been prepared for her beloved disciple.

She might have wanted to see her reanimated disciple achieve her own wish and smile happily. That’s why Shaiza, even right before her death, couldn’t let go of her lingering feelings and put her soul into her stone statue and ring, watching over her academy. That’s almost 300 years.

However, contrary to her wishes, she was unable to resurrect Zakat.

Continuing, the beloved disciple suffers even after death, and eventually falls. Shaiza was able to meet her long-awaited, beloved disciple, Zakat, in this way.

A master and a disciple who acknowledged and loved each other. They met again in the position of a teacher who wanted to atone for sins and a disciple who was engulfed in hatred.

As much time has passed, there have been many changes in their gaze toward each other. The relationship between Shaiza and Zakat may not be restored to the way it was before. It may end like this. Still, I have to do it.

So that it won’t be broken any more than now. To not suffer more. It has to end at this point.

Clap!

“I wonder if my heart will be moved if I beat you to death.”

“If I am beaten to death, if your soul can regain rest, I will surely do so.”

“Don’t pretend to be strong.”

Zakat grabs her by the collar of her shai-ja, and grabs her. Shaiza puts her weight on him without any resistance. She foresaw that it was not that she was not resisting, but that she was powerless to resist. Zakat raised her arm to hit Shaiza.

No.

My victory is not about eliminating Zakat. Even if Shaiza and Zakat’s relationship can’t be restored to the way it was before. It’s not to let it break any more than it is now.

For Shaiza, my teacher who loved his students.

For Zakat, the spear of Shaiza, who respected his master and gave his all.

It may not be a coincidence that I became involved in their work, transcending time. Everything may have been decided. In the genealogy, I am the one who succeeds Zakat. That’s why I couldn’t dirty Zakat’s soul any more than now.

Fajik!ㅡ

“Goodbye Shai… !”

“Zakat!!”

I wrapped my hand around the electric shock and shot it at Zakat’s stomach. Zakat throws away the Shaiza he was holding and receives the electric shock I threw with his bare hands.

Pajik!ㅡ Pajik!ㅡ Bang!ㅡ

“aaa!!”

Then he swung his arm and struck out the electric shock. Too futile, my trump card. Shaiza’s hopes were dashed. Exhausted, I collapsed on the floor and collapsed.

“I was wondering what you were talking about with Shaiza, and in the end, did you come up with a plan to stop me by replacing the heir?”

“…… “

“Shaiza. Is this your way?”

Shaiza looks down at me. She scans me with her benevolent eyes and nods slightly with her old book.

You said you had a lot of trouble. And I’m sorry. He seemed to be saying that. I couldn’t reply to the look in her eyes. It was because my body didn’t have strength, and I was so resentful.

I am angry. Eventually I failed.

“Zakat. If you have any memories of me, I will give you my soul. Instead… Please do not touch Woros Blood.”

“…… “

“Of course, everything I left to Woros is yours, Zakat, from this moment on.”

“… Good night. If he is no longer Shayza’s successor, he has nothing to do.”

Shaiza relaxes her body. Zakat pulls his arms back with his fingers together. He would pierce Shaiza’s throat with his fingers and tear it apart.

It’s over. As I thought so, as I grabbed a handful of soil, something rolled over and stopped beside my arm. I barely raised my head to look at the object, and my eyes widened.

*

“Zakat. If you have any memories of me, I will give you my soul. Instead… Please do not touch Woros Blood.”

“…… “

“Of course, everything I left to Woros is yours, Zakat, from this moment on.”

“… Good night. If he is no longer Shayza’s successor, he has nothing to do.”

I nodded in affirmation at Shaiza’s words. I, Zakat, have nothing left of me that could be called Shaizawa’s memories. However, it seemed that her request should be granted.

She seemed to owe her at least her respect. I don’t even understand why I feel this way, or why I’ve affirmed it. Maybe until the last moment, I might live without knowing. It’s good though. I decided to faithfully follow my current feelings.

“Then Shaiza. Bye”

“…… “

I gathered mana at the tip of my finger. After piercing through Shaiza’s neck like this, I will rip off her neck. After that, after erasing all traces of Shaiza, I too will fall asleep.

Because that’s what I came back for.

Clap!

I stretched out my hand toward Shaiza’s neck. She closed her eyes and looked relieved, as if accepting everything she had. Is it because of my promise not to kill Woros? She looked pretty comfortable.

I decided to see if I could keep that expression even at the moment of death. Just like that, my fingertips were about to touch Shaiza’s neck.

Kwajik!ㅡ

“….!”

I don’t know why, but Shaiza is moving away from me. She is not only that. Why is the moon visible?

Puff!

“hehehe… !”

I soon realized I had fallen to the floor.

Why the hell? What happened…

“This… case.”

Golden spear. My spear pierced my stomach and got stuck. Embarrassed, I turned my head and looked in the direction the spear had come from.

On the other side stood Woros Blood, gasping for breath. He smiles in the same way he threw the spear, and falls down.

“What… what.”

The impossible happened. My window is not available to anyone. In the first place, if an unqualified person holds a spear, the blade becomes dull and its killing power disappears. Yes, if you are not qualified, you can never use this window.

Qualifications.

What were the qualifications for using my spear?

“Cheuk.”

A line of blood came out of his mouth. Then, making a clicking sound, Shaiza approaches me. I don’t know how things worked out, but with this one shot I was done. It feels like something important has just been cut off by the javelin. It seems that the important core that maintains me, who has been resurrected as an undead, has been destroyed.

Unlike me, I was defeated in an ugly way. Thinking so, I gritted my teeth and turned my head toward Shaiza. She had something to ask her.

I wanted to ask if it felt good to win, if it was safe to protect the future from the stains of the past. Right before the defeat, he had a one-hit reversal, so it must be very exciting.

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I wanted to say something like that, laugh at me, but my voice won’t come out. Reluctantly, I decided to try to guess what she was thinking by looking at her expression.

“… !”

I had no choice but to open my mouth and stare at Shaiza’s face. Not even 1mL of exhilaration came out of her face. As if she is sad about the world. I was in tears.

Cleansing his teeth, he is crying with runny nose. Not anyone else, who tried to destroy everything she had built up. Looking at me who tried to taint and destroy even her last remaining soul.

Shaiza was sobbing.

“Come on, Zakat… “

“……

Shaiza kneels in front of me. She puts her hand on the spear stuck in my stomach. Then the window starts to glow intensely. It was in response to Shaiza’s subtle mana.

Perhaps that phrase came to mind on the handle of the spear. The phrase that appeared without regret when magical power was blown into the spear.

「Glory to Shaiza」

Glory to Shaiza. Who engraved that letter? Who… Then a memory pops up in my head.

It was a forgotten memory of the past that reminded me of the window stuck in my body.

ㅡ “Zakat, my child. My, what did you do to the spear I made for you?”

ㅡ “I engraved my convictions. I made a special request to a magician as great as Shaiza-nim.”

ㅡ”There is no magician as great as me… I asked what this phrase was.”

Shaiza blushed and pointed her finger at her mine spear. Seeing the phrase I engraved, I think I felt ashamed.

ㅡ “Glory to Shaiza. How is it. A phrase that contains my beliefs. Do you like it?”

ㅡ “Sleeping with love, tea, embarrassingly, what is this! What if someone else sees… “

ㅡ “It’s not just a phrase. He also casts great magic.”

Curiosity moved from Shaiza’s face when she said that she had cast a spell. He is also an unavoidable magic fanatic.

ㅡ”This spear will be passed on to future generations. Unless the phrase I engraved doesn’t disappear. I set the terms of use. For Shaiza. Only true warriors who want to protect you can handle it.”

ㅡ”Inefficient, inefficient. If you carve such halfway conditions, that spear… Seeing them not be efficient makes me sick!”

ㅡ”Don’t worry. Master. The conditions may be ambiguous and difficult, but anyone with a sure key can handle this spear.”

At my words, Shaiza kicks the floor and stretches out his arms.

—-“Hey, even if it’s a key, shouldn’t you follow the strange conditions you came up with! If there is a condition other than that, show it in front of me somewhere. I don’t understand such a vague condition. Ah! Forbid the words that you like, such as spirit or spirit. It’s forbidden!”

Shyza is so cute that she can’t hide her frustration even though she’s shy. She smiled at her and patted my chest with her palm.

ㅡ”The key is here.”

ㅡ “Breasts? No heart really… I hate that smirk displayed by her warriors. At least when my heart beats, the spear responds to me. It must be a horse that has chicken skin sprouting all over its body.”

ㅡ “It’s not the chest. It is the heart.”

At my words, Shaiza hugged her own body as if her chicken skin had grown. But I was sincere.

ㅡ”Deep in the heart. Shayza, anyone who respects you will be able to handle this spear. If someone appears who cares more about you than me, ownership of the spear will pass to that person.”

ㅡ”So, then, does that mean that the window I created could be passed on to someone else?”

ㅡ”It can’t be. The mind that thinks of Master will not be defeated by anyone.”

ㅡ”Gwa, I just asked. Tea, stop talking because it’s embarrassing.”

Saying that, Shaiza turned her body around. Seeing that even her ears were blushing, she looked really embarrassed. But she was laughing. I think I would have been happy.

Looking at her back, I squeezed her spear.

And I swore. Let’s protect the current Shaiza. As if the window responded to my oath, it flashed once. Come to think of it, I didn’t give the window a name. I thought about the name to give to the window. At that time.

ㅡ “Zakat is my child. What are you doing standing there blankly? Are you sure you don’t intend to keep me waiting?”

ㅡ “Sorry. Master, I will go now.”

ㅡ “Hurry up.”

I grabbed her spear and ran to her. No matter how precious the window is, I thought there was no need for a grandiose name. To keep it simple, I decided to attach the title that people call me to the window.

If that happens, the person who is recognized by this spear after me will inherit my title along with the spear.

The next person recognized by this spear after me will be called this.

Shaiza’s spear.

“Kuh.”

I was defeated by being pierced by a spear thrown by Shaiza’s spear. Was it because he was defeated by being pierced by a precious spear?

Hatred and despair built up in my soul, and tormented me. I feel like fading away. As the hatred disappears, forgotten memories begin to emerge one by one.

Hunting with Shaiza. Doing. Face a powerful foe. Building a house Owning pets, etc. Memories of her and her laughing and chatting with her came to mind.

As she relived her memories of her, she felt the corners of her eyes fill with moisture.

ㅡ’I am the spear of Shaiza.’

Shaiza’s spear. Yes, I am a spear warrior who protects Shaiza. It was Shaiza’s spear. However. That me what were you trying to do now? She was against my light and tried to take away everything she had built up.

“Sha… “

Looking at Shaiza weeping while looking at me, a pain that is more unbearable than a piercing wound made by a spear torments my heart. It reminded me of her curse that I had left on her. I wanted to live for you

I swear to you, Shaiza, that I had no intention of bringing you despair.

“Shy… “

I looked up at the crying Shaiza and squeezed the last bit of strength. Is to speak I have to say this time. Previously, he couldn’t say what he had to say in time, which made Shaiza suffer. Therefore. I have to say this much.

If this time it ends without saying anything to her, she will be no different from the last time.

I don’t know exactly how many years have passed, but that day more than 300 years ago.

The day I died.

The day I cursed Shaiza.

The day I couldn’t tell you what I wanted to say.

It will end just like that day. Hate. I hate that. Even if I can’t talk for a long time. Can’t do it to her… I want to tell you my heart even briefly.

It’s been more than 300 years, but I can’t tell you everything I want to say, but I can’t even say one word. I want to tell her with all my heart, even if it’s just a word.

With just that thought, I forced my trembling jaw to move.

“Shah, Shaiza… Master… Sorry, sorry.”

Creating the last of his strength, he barely uttered a single word. Hearing my whisper, Shaiza opened her eyes wide.