I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 37



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#37 Interpretation is better than dreaming (5)

“I don’t have time.”

“How much is left?”

“The children are already weak, and soon…”

“Did you say children?”

Clocell’s gaze scanned my face.

I felt a sense of familiarity with the elves that came to mind.

It felt small and precious.

When I think of Romenel, I feel the strongest sense of regret.

I could see the gratitude towards me on Irene’s face.

“Many children have already died.”

The summit of a mountain peak.

Even though I hadn’t seen or experienced it, I could tell it was true.

I’m talking about what a disaster occurred there.

It was an incredibly cruel way to ruin an elf.

Sabak –

It was a strange sound to say that I was taking a step.

The sound of grass rustling against the grass.

Sabak –

In the meantime, the sound of inspirations’ footsteps mingled.

“It looks like someone has paved the way.”

That’s half true.

It was a path created by trees, grass, and the earth.

So that we can get there as quickly as possible.

Nod.

“Is this the same forest path you walked along last time?”

Nod.

“Hoo…”

Nod.

“You didn’t ask any questions this time… I see.”

Clocell looked around as if he had understood something.

My nod was not in inspiration.

The surroundings were filled with elf spirits.

Every time I passed by, the spirits bowed their heads.

This was the answer to their call.

Nod.

Even though their appearance was fading away, they did not stop greeting me.

As I was walking along the road, I couldn’t help but stop.

A soul full of burns all over its body.

There was a hideous hole in his neck.

I just poured out all the emotions that came to mind.

“You’ve had a hard time.”

The intense emotions were felt as they were.

Anger and regret.

Pity and hate.

In the meantime, it was a soul that maintained an amazing balance.

A look that doesn’t break the harmony.

“That’s amazing.”

A smile came to my face.

“Hmm…”

There was something bothering me from the moment I greeted the spirits.

The flow of mana surrounding me and my inspirations.

I understand what the magic was used for, but it felt extremely unnecessary.

“…”

Looking at the general flow, it seemed like it could be eliminated.

It was a thought that came to my mind quite naturally.

Daughter –

“her…”

“No need.”

With one swing of the bell, the flows of mana returned to their proper places.

This one felt much more natural than the twisted flow.

“As you may know… there are necromancers ahead. They must have sensed us now that the magic has been dispelled.”

“It doesn’t matter. It feels more natural this way.”

It was just a remark I made, but Old Man Clocell’s expression became strange.

It was a face that seemed to be pondering something.

“…’Nature’. You’re talking like an elf again.”

Nod.

I was getting closer and closer to an increasingly unpleasant atmosphere.

If before the ritual I felt dirty, now I felt disgusted.

“How about going quickly?”

“That won’t work.”

“I see.”

The inspirations did not raise any further questions to my words.

He had an expression on his face that made you think there must be a reason for this, as if it were something that always happens.

“Just a little slower.”

“Okay, I see.”

Something kept ringing in my head.

A tingling sensation passed through my whole body.

It seemed like the god known as the World Tree, who was connected to me right now, was teaching me something.

Nod.

The scene became clearer as I encountered the wounded elf’s soul.

The cursed consciousness they had experienced flowed into their whole bodies.

“So this is how you do it.”

Now that I know the truth, I can’t help but laugh.

The method and principle were both very low-level.

It’s primitive, if not primordial.

It’s at the level of imitation without a proper system.

“her…”

As you comfort souls, you will naturally learn how to let go of their resentment.

It was a curse to exploit it, and this method seemed to have been created by someone who didn’t know what a curse was.

So, the things that couldn’t be gathered must have been passed on to me…

Nod.

Another soul passed by, relaying the scene.

In line with this, the spirits created a feeling of tickling.

Paramon Inspiration looked at one place and opened his mouth.

“It looks like the necromancers are coming.”

“I guess it’s Phantom Steed. They’re just a bunch of idiots who barely made it to the 3rd circle, so don’t worry about them.”

Three necromancers descended from the sky.

I was riding the spirit of a horse.

“You’re not an elf, you’re a human.”

“Two old men and one young man…”

As soon as I saw them, my spiritual energy began to flow freely.

It’s not me that’s moving.

This was the teaching.

I walked out, blocking the two inspirations that were trying to come forward.

“They are dangerous to you.”

Unlike Elder Paramon, who looked very worried, Elder Clocell was quietly watching me.

“Ramon, wait. Maybe…”

“hmm?”

How do you ride the soul?

The soul of the horse seems clear···.

“Now, let’s do it with animal souls…”

It seemed like a race-like state.

The neighing of horses forcibly tied up was clear in my ears.

Daughter –

The sound of the bell rang and my mind became clearer.

It’s practice time.

“There are three rotten ones.”

“hmm?”

“her?”

“Bring it when you say nice things.”

Sabak –

Sabak –

My body slowly approaches them.

They waved their hands with a face that said, “They’re not the same.”

“Curse Fear.”

“….”

“Die in fear.”

Their faces showed no sign of worry, as if they had no doubt that I would fall.

Sabak –

A turbid mana enveloped my body.

It seemed like a magic that caused fear.

A way to create illusions rather than real fear.

It was a much more inferior method than what the demons used.

There was no way I could stop my steps.

Sabak –

“How…? Falsi! Darkness!”

Several spells flew towards me, but were equally ineffective.

When I guided the tickling spirits in the same direction, their magic disappeared so easily.

“…Profit! Dark Arrow!”

A murky black arrow appeared in the air.

Whee –

Thud.

Bam.

The dull feeling of Dark Arrow hitting my body.

“Our family’s head can do better than this.”

When I am possessed by a god, not even a sword can harm my body.

Moreover, it is impossible for these things, which are full of mixed energy, to affect me.

If it was pure mana, I wouldn’t know, but this looked like some evil spirits playing a prank.

“What did you do, you bastard?”

It feels completely different from the curses I knew.

It was different from the curses that had been cast upon us until now.

This feels more like a phenomenon caused by using mana rather than a curse.

Even that mana was a mana created by gathering murky frauds.

It looked like a curse, but it wasn’t a curse.

“Cursed peer! Cursed peer!”

The guy kept casting curse spells at me as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Ha… the horse you’re riding. I need to comfort you all, so get down, okay?”

I felt extremely dizzy as the dirty air moved around my body.

Daughter –

As the drop swayed, the energies found harmony.

“Can’t you hear me? I told you to come down?”

The necromancers’ eyes were wide open.

“How can I do that without using dispel magic…?”

“Summon all undead.”

The necromancers simultaneously opened their pouches and spilled something onto the floor.

Chorus –

Thud thud –

“What the heck?”

It was a human bone.

Judging from the fact that there was no attachment to it, it seemed to be a collection of bones of people who had attained Buddhahood a long time ago.

“Are you digging your own graves? Then it will be hard to live…”

I guarantee you that I have never seen anyone dig up someone else’s grave and live well.

It’s probably already difficult for these guys to live like humans.

“Summon Skeleton!”

Hot –

The skeletons rose up, interlocking with each other.

There were dozens of skeletons.

The air was thick with the scent of death.

“Is this the principle? My soul won’t remain.”

The necromancer’s soul and skeletons were connected to each other.

It was as if they were dependent.

It was a very weak connection, but if you are connected to something like this, your soul itself becomes defiled.

Hard –

Skeletons walked towards me.

Ordinary people would probably be shocked if they saw this sight.

The sight of a skeleton walking by is not a very pleasant one.

“These people also need to be appeased, so put them down quietly.”

Daughter –

The spirit spread quietly throughout the surroundings.

“Is this the right thing to do?”

This doesn’t seem to be the way to go.

The tingling sensation became stronger.

Daughter –

Is this what you were trying to teach me?

It was harmony itself.

As balance returned to the place where the spirit had passed, the skeletons stopped moving.

Towering.

“Even though there is nothing left but your body… please wait a moment, I will comfort you soon.”

A considerable amount of spiritual energy was lost.

If I hadn’t accumulated energy during that time, I might have passed out again.

“profit!!”

The mana around the skeleton grew stronger and began to move.

That extreme –

Woodduck –

“Hmm…”

Daughter –

What kind of harmony is this?

My head was filled with the sound of bells.

Scenes of my family beating my head came to mind.

“Ah… I see. So that’s why you can hit the soul with a bell.”

Perhaps the gods gave us this bell to use like this.

I moved the drop and hit the skeleton’s head.

Bam –

Daughter –

“Cough…!”

The one who was shocked was the necromancer.

Strangely enough, there was no sign of a hit on the skeleton.

This is because it hits the soul and not the body.

Bam –

Daughter –

“The owner of this soul… is you?”

Bam-

Just three times.

That was enough.

Until the necromancers were sprawled on the floor, writhing.

“her…”

“Heh heh…”

I could hear the spirits’ hollow laughter.

“You’re my natural enemy.”

Thud thud –

Skeletons that had lost their masters collapsed.

“Let’s go quickly now. You’ve learned everything there is to learn.”

“There will be more undead ahead. From what I just saw, it doesn’t seem like there will be a problem, but…”

“I have to comfort them all.”