Book 2: Chapter 341
Book 2: Chapter 341
Drip.
The sound of water was the only thing he could hear.
Drip.
…It was annoying.
Drip.
Every time he heard the sound of the water dripping, he felt a throbbing pain as if it was resonating with it.
Gradually, his blurred consciousness began to clear up.
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Lukas forced himself to open his eyes.
Nevertheless, his vision was blurred, making it hard for him to distinguish his surroundings.
His entire body felt like it was on fire, and his head ached. His throat also felt dry as if he’d swallowed a mouthful of sand.
…His most grievous injury.
He subconsciously stretched his hand down to his stomach. The first thing he felt was a bandage that was wrapped tightly around his abdomen. That wasn’t all, there were also sticky leaves stuck to his skin. It was bothering him.
“Those herbs are good for burns.”
A pleasant, low pitched voice spoke to him.
Turning his head, he waited for his vision to clear.
After a while, he was able to see a man standing beside him.
“You lost too much blood.”
It was Peran Jun.
He also didn’t look very good.
His complexion was pale, he had heavy bags under his eyes, and his body was also covered in bandages.
“This is the second time I’m taking care of you when you’re sick. Apart from my younger siblings, you’re probably the person whose body I’m most familiar with.”
“…”
He was making a joke.
Lukas wanted to comment on it, but although his lips moved, no sound came out.
Seeing this, Peran handed him a canteen. When he tried to bring it closer with one hand, he almost dropped it. The canteen felt heavy as if it was made of lead. Of course, it wasn’t that heavy. This was just proof of how little energy Lukas had at that moment.
“Do you want some help?”
He shook his head and slowly raised the bottle to his lips.
As the cold water flowed down his throat, it felt like his mind was gradually clearing up. He forcibly raised his upper body to sit up, causing his entire body to cry out in pain, but enduring pain had never been a problem for him.
“…where is this?”
“A cave in the Amalgam Forest. Of course, it’s not the cave we were aiming for, but it is a cave nonetheless…”
“How long has it been since I lost consciousness?”
“About a day or so.”
“What about the Swordnaz?”
“Their injuries aren’t life threatening. They’re conscious, but they have difficulty moving at the moment. Everyone is in better condition than you are though.”
Peran sincerely answered Lukas’ one sided questions without showing any displeasure, but it was clear that he had questions of his own.
“…now that you’ve asked your questions. Don’t you think it’s time we had a proper conversation?” (TL: Rip Snow)
“…”
Although he remained silent, Lukas agreed with him.
Peran remembered Frey Blake. And there was a lot he wanted to ask him.
After contemplating what to say for a while, Peran shook his head. It seemed that he took Lukas’ silence to mean something else.
“No. Sorry. I was in too much of a hurry. You’re not well, so you should get some rest. We’ll talk later.”
Before Lukas could stop him, Peran continued.
“Also, it seems that she wants to talk to you more than I do.”
Peran disappeared soon after saying those words. He wasn’t sure if he left the cave entirely or if he just moved out of sight.
Just as Lukas was beginning to wonder why Peran had left so suddenly, he saw a woman standing in the darkness of the cave.
With red hair that looked like red flames…
“…Nix?”
“No.”
A mocking tone.
As she walked closer, the darkness around her receded.
Soon, her face came into the light, revealing her golden eyes.
“Torkunta…”
“Hmph.”
Torkunta snorted and sat down beside the bed before looking at Lukas with glowing eyes. His sharp eyes made Lukas very uncomfortable, as if he was being scrutinised.
“What is this? You pathetic bastard.”
“…what?”
“Why did you come back in such a pathetic state when you left so proudly?”
“You… I…”
“I remember.”
Lukas remained silent.
The blood drained from his face in an instant.
He didn’t know what to say.
“…you remember, everything… about me?”
Those words sounded even more foolish when he said it outloud.
“Don’t say such cheesy things. Is there any reason for me to remember everything about you? Since when were we so close?”
Torkunta raised an eyebrow as he responded. His tone carried a faint sense of hostility, but it proved that he remembered Lukas.
“Do you really remember me and not Frey Blake? Or something else?”
Nevertheless, Lukas still found it hard to believe.
That’s why he couldn’t help but persistently ask.
“Right.”
“How could that be? Why did everyone else forget, but you…”
“Hey. Calm down.”
“Now I really-”
“…Lukas Trowman.”
A low growl interrupted Lukas’ rambling.
Torkunta continued while staring at him with his slit pupils.
“You…. have changed.”
“…”
“Did your mind weaken together with your body? Isn’t being able to keep your composure in any situation the greatest strength of you Wizards?”
It was like a cold flame burrowed into his ears.
The thread that was wrapped around his head was engulfed by the flames before disappearing.
…That was right.
It wasn’t like him to be dragged around by his thoughts like that without being able to calm down. In times like this, Lukas Trowman would remain rational and analyse the situation.
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“Sssp.”
He took a deep breath through his teeth, calming his excitement and allowing him to regain his composure.
Then, he opened his mouth again.
“…everyone forgot about me.”
“Seems so. I really want to know what happened to the world.”
“It’s not just the memories that disappeared. There are also no traces of Lukas Trowman in documents, publications or records.”
“I see.”
“But you remember me. So clearly.”
“It’s not very clear.”
Torkunta exclaimed in an annoyed voice.
This guy didn’t seem to like Lukas very much. This was natural considering that he had killed him once before.
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“Ha. I can’t think of anything.”
Torkunta grit his teeth and spoke in a harsh voice.
“Immediately after you left, I was locked away for 10 years. Inside this goddamn Phoenix! I could hardly see what was happening on the outside, and this bitch acted like she forgot about my existence! Naturally, my voice couldn’t reach her either!”
Torkunta pounded on his chest as if he couldn’t contain his anger.
“Can you imagine how frustrating it was to be locked in an empty space for 10 years!?”
“…”
The Great Mage, who had been imprisoned for more than 400 times as long in the past, stayed silent.