The Duke’s Madness - The Duke’s Madness chapter 133

The moment he felt a sharp pain in his chest, Whitebeard returned to his senses.

‘here is… Where is it?’

Whitebeard, who blinked for a moment, looked around belatedly.

Everything was pure white space.

I wondered how the world could be so white.

At that moment, I felt an excruciating pain in my chest once more.

“… Cuckoo.”

The white beard vomited black blood.

As I lowered my head to follow the flowing blood, a red magic sword pierced my chest.

The moment Whitebeard trembled at the terrible sight, a familiar voice pierced his ears.

“Whoa… It’s over now. It was very difficult, Mr. Whitebeard.”

Whitebeard murmured.

“Arthur… Bavaria?”

“Yes, Arthur Bayern. I guess you’ve come to your senses?’

The pupils of the white beard shook.

In the midst of it, a situation a while ago came to mind.

He entered the inner world of Arthur Bavaria and went mad.

Arthur Bavaria, who fights against himself.

Even the scene where the chest is pierced at the end of a fierce battle.

Whitebeard, recalling all the memories, burst into a sigh.

‘You lost… i lost This is why I lost to that gore.’

Being the worst black magician on the continent, he was killed by only one human being.

Whitebeard was so unfair that he shed tears.

“I… die? Are you just going to die from something like this?”

Seeing him sobbing, Arthur murmured.

“What are you so unhappy about, Mr. Whitebeard?”

“… … ?”

“Everyone dies. Even a thousand-year-old warlock is no exception.”

With these words, Arthur pulled out the magic sword stabbing Whitebeard’s chest.

For a moment, the staggered white beard screamed.

“like this… can’t die like this How have I lived… .”

Arthur let out a deep sigh.

“Are you so embarrassed?”

“It is unfair… . It’s so unfair.”

“Tell me. What is so unfair?”

Whitebeard stuttered his explanation.

“I didn’t want this. I just didn’t want to die… .”

Arthur silently listened to the confession.

Of course, I only listened, but I didn’t understand.

‘His hair is white, but he’s just a child.’

To say you didn’t like the approaching death and took away someone’s life like eating rice.

Afraid of the coming death, erasing a country.

White beard, he may be well over a thousand years old, but his way of thinking seems to have stopped in his childhood when he was strangling his teacher.

‘perhaps… So maybe Mr. Whitebeard can come this far?’

Since a child holds great power, he must have instilled fear in everyone.

And fear is the power of warlocks.

After thinking this far, Arthur asked the last question.

“Do you have any words or a will?”

At Arthur’s words, Whitebeard’s breath gradually subsides.

“… testament?”

“yes. testament.”

“… Who are you going to tell it to?”

“Do you have someone to tell?”

Whitebeard shook his head.

“no… Come to think of it, no. My teachers and parents died a thousand years ago.”

“Then I’ll keep it for myself. Please tell me.”

“okay… It is a will.”

muttered the whitebeard, who was speechless.

“I am a white beard.”

At his words, Arthur nodded.

“That’s right, Mr. Whitebeard.”

“And the worst warlock.”

“… … ?”

“Even if I go when I go, I will have to take revenge on you who made me like this. Arthur Bayern.”

Arthur’s eyes widened.

“Revenge? Like that, Mr. Whitebeard?’

At Arthur’s words, the white beard disappeared.

The moment Arthur looked up in surprise, the pure white space collapsed.

Cuckoo-!

It was when Arthur’s eyes narrowed at the incident.

The voice of Whitebeard, who had disappeared, was heard again.

[This is the last magic I cast with the rest of my life, Arthur Bavaria… .]

Arthur shouted at his words.

“The last magic? What are you going to do again this time?”

[It’s nothing… . I’m thinking of locking you up.]

“… … ?”

muttered the whitebeard, who was speechless.

[You should feel it too… . A thousand years… This loneliness and fear of living alone… .]

Arthur shouted once again at that unusual statement.

“Does it have to be like this until the end!?”

At that cry, Whitebeard burst into laughter.

[Then what did you wish for… .]

“… … .”

[They say that death is approaching… Did you know that I would change? no.]

At that moment, the white space disappeared and darkness came.

[I have a white beard, the worst black magician. That’s how I lived, and it’s still the same now.]

In the darkness came Whitebeard’s last voice.

[This is the price for killing me. Confined here for the rest of his life, he will rot and become brittle, Arthur Bayern.]

* * *

It was when a week had passed since I felt trapped under the curse of the white beard.

Arthur thought while spinning in the air in a sitting position.

“This is a big deal.”

All I could feel in the pitch-black darkness was my body and my low breathing.

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No matter where I went, I couldn’t see a hole to get out of, and there seemed to be no way out.

‘I couldn’t get out of it even though I did all sorts of things for a week.’

One good thing was that I was no longer hungry after entering this space.

‘I’m not only hungry, I’m not thirsty either. Is it because the mind is trapped, not the body?’

I couldn’t even sleep because my natural menstruation stopped.

Thanks to that, Arthur was spending almost a week with his eyes open for a week.

‘hmm… I’ve always wondered what would happen if I didn’t sleep, but I’m not in a good mood.’

Being awake 24 hours a day was harder than I thought.

With my head awake, thoughts come to my mind, and thoughts soon lead to worries and concerns.

‘What is this? Can I get out?’

Since you said it was a curse, should I call a priest?

But can a priest be called in this state?

Arthur sighed heavily.

“no way… The real Whitebeard, what is this like?”

Arthur grumbled and stood up.

I didn’t think I could get out of here on foot, but I felt like I had to move my body to shift my thinking.

‘Isn’t it better than standing still?’

So Arthur started walking aimlessly.

towards the endless darkness.

* * *

My legs didn’t hurt, so I was able to keep walking without stopping.

A few days to walk aimlessly like that.

Arthur just gave up counting the hours.

I realized that counting time in this place is meaningless.

As a result, worries and anxieties increased even more.

I don’t count the hours, so I don’t know how many days I stayed here, and Yonel and Irene.

The promise I made with the two of them kept running through my head.

‘I must have been expecting a lot, what should I do?’

Irene burst into tears as soon as she heard her voice.

Yonel said he loved you in a voice full of longing.

Arthur sighed as he remembered the faces of the two people who were more precious than anyone else in the world.

‘I don’t want to be a son who can’t keep his promises, but an older brother.’

But for now, there seemed to be no way to keep the promise.

Even after walking for several days, this black space showed no signs of ending.

‘What kind of curse did Mr. Whitebeard put on me?’

Arthur, who was worried, remembered Whitebeard’s last will and threat.

[This is the price for killing me. Confined there for the rest of his life, he will rot and become brittle, Arthur Bayern.]

Arthur scratched his head.

“Rotten and rubbed… . hmm. Is not being able to get out of this place itself a curse?”

It seemed so for now.

Arthur, who lost his appetite, moved on again.

‘But there is no curse in this world that cannot be solved.’

It is called a curse because it can be solved, and there will be an answer.

Arthur did not give up and moved on again.

Time passed again like that.

* * *

The black space showed no signs of ending.

Unable to measure the direction, Arthur just walked in a straight line.

In the flow of time like that, the time to think has become more than the time to talk.

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Naturally, rather than wandering thoughts, the faces of the people I miss.

Instead of worrying, I remembered the memories and promises I made with those people.

The first people that came to mind were Ginny and Anna.

‘Would those two be safe?’

The last time I saw him was when he was robbed of time by Whitebeard’s magic.

‘Perhaps since I killed Mr. Whitebeard, the magic would have been released… . hmm.’

I didn’t know Genie, but Anna was a normal human being, so I was worried.

But Arthur soon shook his head.

During her first encounter with Whitebeard, Anna was stricken with the same spell, but was unharmed.

This time, since Whitebeard was killed, he shouldn’t have been seriously hurt.

When that conclusion came to a conclusion, the next person naturally came to mind.

It was Leon Madrid, who should be in the capital of the empire by now.

‘If you come to the capital of the empire, Leon… He said he would introduce you to a wonderful person.’

Who would be the wonderful person he would introduce to him, who was about the size of a prince?

Would you like to introduce me to the emperor?

‘hmm… It doesn’t make sense, but if it’s Leon, maybe that’s enough?’

Arthur, who burst out laughing, thought of Elin Leverkusen this time.

‘I hope you received Elin’s letter… .’

Since he used the most reliable post office on the continent, the letter must have arrived safely.

Arthur licked his lips, imagining what kind of expression Elin would make when he received the letter.

‘Ahh… I’m curious. I want to see it in person.’

Arthur, who swallowed regret, thought of the following people.

Willet wants to have a drink when he returns to Arcane.

Assistant life with Professor Chizui.

Even Julie, who says that next time we meet, she will show herself as lightning.

Everyone else I’ve known in this lifetime.

Arthur smiled as he recalled his memories with those people.

‘I won’t be bored for a while. If I recall the story with these people.’

So Arthur walked again.

Thinking back on the memories you’ve built up.

* * *

Time goes by.

The moment the memories he had been chewing on began to run out, Arthur could no longer distinguish whether he was walking or running.

It had been a long time since I hadn’t heard the sound of the joints in my legs moving, and I felt like I was getting lost in the darkness.

Arthur murmured in that deep, sticky sensation.

‘Isn’t this actually death?’

did someone do that

Humans are said to be social animals.

Through others, it is the kind of existence that confirms that one is alive.

‘Now I can’t talk to anyone… Could it be that he is actually dead?

Thoughtful, Arthur shook his head.

Come to think of it, this wasn’t death.

The moment when your heart is pierced by your enemies and you die.

Compared to that moment, this was not death.

‘I’m still alive.’

When I realized that fact, I started thinking and worrying.

all of that is gone

throbbing.

heart beating fast.

low breathing.

A vivid sensation.

In it, Arthur thought.

‘Still alive like this.’

In that moment, my mind and body felt at ease.

It was probably the first time I felt like this since I was born.

Arthur, who was focusing only on himself and enjoying being alive, quietly raised the corner of his mouth.

I felt confident that I could do anything now.

Is it because of that?

I had the illusion that the pitch-black darkness had turned white a little bit.

“what?”

It was not an illusion.

A point of light was visible in the distance.

At that moment, the sleeping mind and body were awakened.

“light? Are you finally escaping?”

The moment I was about to move towards the light with these words, the light side first rushed towards this side.

“… … !”

Surprised, Arthur blocked the view with his arm without realizing it.

In the meantime, the darkness receded and the pure white space that had fought with Whitebeard appeared.

Just as Arthur raised his eyes and exclaimed, someone appeared.

[Arthur.]

At the voice he heard, Arthur turned his head.

And flinched.

“… uh?”

Arthur, who had been blinking his eyes as it was, opened his mouth.

“ah… Buzz?”

At Arthur’s words, the middle-aged man laughed.

[It’s the first time I’ve seen it like this, son.]