The Munchkin Disciple Wants To Stop Being Obsessed Over - Chapter 171



Daphne’s Past (2)

A huge door wide open, towering high into the sky.

In front of him, the crimson flames that had seemed ready to engulf the world were dying down.

The black pupils that had been flickering with crimson flames were losing their life and malice.

In the pitch-black darkness that was gradually fading away, a man was standing in front of it, looking precarious.

“Ba, Berheim···?”

The meaning of the scenery seen through Daphne’s eyes was clear.

The evil spirits are disappearing.

Berheim defeated the evil spirit.

The war is over.

and.

“Ah··· No···!”

The warrior who defeated the evil spirit was also dying in return.

Daphne, who realized this, quickly got up from her seat and approached Berheim. With trembling hands, she examined his condition.

Black blood flowing from the corners of the mouth and wounds,

Skin as cold as ice,

The breath that is getting lighter and lighter,

Mana and starlight scattered into the air.

“Okay, okay, it’s okay. I, I’ll treat, treat… I, first, take a, a potion….”

Daphne muttered with a voice as trembling as an aspen tree, and moved her hands hurriedly. She picked up the potion and dropped it. The magic circuit of the healing magic she was trying to activate was tangled and the magic circle was broken.

Still, she moved her hands without stopping. She created magic as if her mana was about to run out.

Her actions were a kind of intuition.

“No… no… uh, uh…!”

This is a joyful moment where the long-running, tiresome war has ended and the long-awaited end to evil has been seen.

“Ugh, ugh… I can’t die… Ugh!”

An intuition that this would be the last moment where she could feel the vitality of a man that had seeped into her moment without her knowing it.

Daphne’s intuition was increasingly proven to be true.

The precious potion sprinkled over the man’s wounds evaporated without fail.

High-level healing magic that used massive amounts of mana was dispelled silently.

Daphne, who was also an archmage, knew all too well that this phenomenon only occurred in certain situations.

The phenomenon of loss, the phenomenon where the laws of the world do not apply to those who have reached the end of their destiny’s guidance, even if they have been granted a momentary life by God.

This was an extremely rare phenomenon, because being able to maintain a fleeting life despite one’s fate was an ability and the last privilege of those who were close to the divine realm.

“···Daphne.”

The man who had been granted the last privilege looked at Daphne with his lifeless eyes, and placed his icy palms on her platinum hair.

“I have a favor to ask···.”

“Tell me. Tell me anything. I will listen to everything even if I have to die, so tell me…”

At the man’s labored muttering, Daphne sobbed and buried her tear-stained face against his chest.

While caressing Daphne’s back with one hand, the man moved his other hand with difficulty to create magic.

Lines of brilliant color, one after another,

Magic circuits starting to get tangled.

Daphne was also a magician, so she could tell what kind of magic circle Berheim had completed without even looking.

An overwhelming presence felt above the magic circle, and a strange voice suddenly starting to be heard.

Golden Libra.

“I wish to contract···.”

Daphne spoke in a sad voice, not listening to Libra’s voice at all, not even looking away.

“Daphne Iris… I agree to the contract. Whatever it is, whatever it is…!”

Whatever is placed on one side of the scale,

Whatever Berheim, who prepared this contract in advance, wanted,

Whatever the price,

Daphne didn’t care. She just wanted to quickly summon the overwhelming presence of Libra, which was searching for the last faint mana and starlight remaining in Berheim. She wanted to let the precious person who had asked her for something know that she would definitely fulfill that request, no matter what it was, before they closed their eyes.

“The contract… has been concluded.”

As Daphne had intended, the scales disappeared along with the dissonant voice.

At the same time, an invisible chain began to form in Daphne’s mind.

My chest ached as if it was being squeezed. Tears of blood flowed from my eyes.

In her fading consciousness, Daphne looked at the fading Bergheim.

His parched lips were opening.

“Alive···.”

A voice trembling like a bead rang in her ear.

“Alive···.”

The man brushed back Daphne’s bangs and smiled one last time.

“See you again···”

****

As Daphne was an archmage, it was not difficult for her to find out the details of the contract she had made.

There were two things that Berheim wanted from Libra.

To not allow her death until he and Daphne meet again.

And, during that time, she is also not allowed to fight against any being with magic.

There were two things placed on either side of the scales.

All the mana and starlight that Berheim had,

The soul stone that the evil spirit held in his heart.

Here Daphne realized something new: although she was the party to the contract, there was another party to the contract.

The main characters were Berheim and Akshin.

The evil spirit placed the soul stone on the scales to get what he wanted.

What the evil spirit wanted even by offering the soul stone was a chance for resurrection.

Resurrection rather than destruction, Libra demanded a greater price, and the evil spirit swore to Libra that he would seal his memories and sins for 1,000 years.

****

It is extremely painful to live a life you don’t want, without someone you want. Especially when it lasts for a long time, like 1,000 years.

Daphne wandered for a long time.

One day, I was burning with energy and motivation to fulfill someone’s request.

One day, I was sad and missing someone.

One day, I gave up everything in despair.

One day, I even tried to die while blaming someone.

No matter what path of wandering she took, time continued to flow. It became time that flowed and passed.

As time passed and she was worn down, Daphne had to admit two facts.

Even if he wants to die, he can’t die.

A contract cannot be broken even if you want to.

There was only one way to deny this established fact.

****

It was a bizarre experience.

It seemed like just a moment ago that the Master was stroking my hand, but before I knew it, I had turned into Daphne Iris.

I recognized that this miraculous phenomenon was the result of Daphne’s high-level illusion magic.

Because I knew that it was a high-level magic to vividly convey memories, I was able to immerse myself in the fantasy without resisting it.

I was lost in my fantasy and was Daphne, not Camel.

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He was angry at the arrogant Bergheim, suspicious and competitive.

I felt curious about him as he approached me clumsily, and before I knew it, I developed feelings for him as we grew closer.

He and I became so close that we had many moments together.

He led the knights on the battlefield and swung his sword.

While chatting and bonding with new colleagues, he also shed tears as he closed the eyes of his colleagues who were dying one by one.

Even in all that, there was only one person who was most precious to me.

Berheim, the warrior of the beginning.

He made a pact with an evil spirit just before he died, and I was caught up in that pact.

1,000 years.

Having lived through the flow of time that felt like an eternity, I have been wishing endlessly.

End this meaningless life,

Or meet him again and find meaning.

The latter was impossible, because he was someone who died before my eyes and did not exist in this world.

So the former was the only possibility, and there was only one way to achieve it.

Getting out of an old contract.

This too was close to impossible. But it was not completely impossible like the latter.

“So, if the Master wants to get out of that contract···.”

Having just woken up from the illusionary magic that the Master had cast, I opened my lips with difficulty, holding my dizzy head.

“The author of ‘The One Who Opens Destiny’ opens the door to destiny or something, and you have to go through it and break the fate that has been set for you···.”

I am the ‘one who opens destiny’.

“Master. I think I have to tell you at least one thing.”

Although it was difficult, I somehow managed to organize my thoughts and opened my lips again.

“Okay. Tell me.”

“I am···.”

I started to speak after reaching a conclusion, but I couldn’t help but stop talking because I was hesitating.

I was worried. I wondered if it was okay to say this, and if I did, would the Master fully accept what I said?

After a brief period of deliberation, the conclusion reached was ultimately the same.

I continued, looking straight at Daphne.

“It’s not Bergheim.”

It was a fact that I couldn’t ignore, having glimpsed Daphne’s memories. It was also a fact that I definitely had to nail down and move on.

To be honest, even when I looked at it, Berheim’s appearance was creepily similar to mine. No, it was exactly the same.

Black hair, blazing red eyes, pure white skin, detailed features, and the fate of being born as a vessel of sin.

In addition, the author, Berheim, even said to his teacher, “Let’s meet again” right before he died.

Perhaps it is only natural that the Master considers me to be the reincarnation of ‘Berheim’.

‘Honestly, I think I would have done the same thing if it were me···.’

That was difficult. Because I am ‘Camel’, not ‘Berheim’.

“It’s not Berheim···.”

Daphne, who heard what I said, answered hesitantly with a complicated expression, and then began to continue talking.