Chapter 47 - How to Bake Delicious Madeleines (2)
My hand touched Sillua’s forehead.
Sillua, lost in the torrent-like magic of Geor, had not yet regained her senses.
“Perfect.”
I drew up magic power to the maximum and injected it into Sillua’s forehead.
“Urgh!”
As magic power rapidly drained out, dizziness blurred my vision.
But now was the time to push myself.
“Open, memories!”
I opened Geor’s memories once again.
At that moment, everything went dark.
As the darkened world brightened again, I looked around.
It was a pleasant rural scenery with green fields, small hills perfect for playing, and a huge towering tree on the hill.
“How desolate.”
However, I felt a sense of desolation in this scenery.
Why was that?
“There are no people.”
Even in a quiet and secluded rural village, a place where people live sounds and smells different.
Even if not the sound of children playing, there’s no barking of dogs people keep or the sound of cows plowing fields.
There’s no smell of baking bread or manure needed for farming.
If only those were missing, I wouldn’t have thought it was this desolate.
“Not even the sound of insects.”
Not just the sound of insects.
Even the sound of undergrowth rustling in the wind was absent. It felt like entering a space preserved like a painting.
“I found the right place.”
This was the space Geor prepared for his daughter Sillua, the ‘Archive’.
I headed towards the huge tree on the hill.
Now that I came this far, I had to make my purpose clear.
As I approached the tree, the reeds moved in this place where time seemed frozen.
When I looked at the noisily moving reed forest next to the hill, a girl with white hair peeked her head out from between them.
“Who are you, Oppa?”
The girl with violet eyes looked at me curiously.
At the girl’s question, I smiled brightly.
“I’m your younger sister’s friend. Silvia.”
The girl who resembled Sillua yet looked different widened her eyes at my answer.
“Sillua’s?”
“Yes.”
At my affirmation, a middle-aged woman with white hair and green eyes appeared on the swing hanging from the towering tree this time.
“A friend of Sillua’s?”
I wasn’t surprised by her appearance. Because she was the administrator of this Archive now.
“Yes, that’s right. And I’m someone who could be called the last disciple of your husband. It’s an honor to meet you, Supreme Jaeolin.”
Jaeolin lightly laughed at my greeting.
“His disciple, huh. Then you must know? That I’m not Jaeolin.”
“Yes, but at the same time, you are Jaeolin. Because you are a fragment of Supreme Jaeolin’s soul.”
Jaeolin nodded.
“That’s right. Seems like you learned properly from Geor. But it’s odd, even if a disciple, he wouldn’t have let anyone come here.”
“Correct.”
It wasn’t me who answered her question.
“We meet again. Teacher.”
It was Geor, or more accurately, a fragment of Geor’s soul that separated the moment he died.
At my greeting, the aged Geor frowned.
“How did you get in here?”
“I learned your magic, you think there’s anywhere I can’t go?”
Hearing the answer, Geor looked at me with suspicious eyes.
“It shouldn’t have been long since I died. You mastered the essence of my magic in that time?”
At his question, I shook my head.
“No. I used a bit of a trick. While playing with Sillua, I secretly analyzed the magic circuits you engraved on her. I thought my head would burst.”
All I did was squeeze through a gap in the magic and infiltrate.
Even that was only possible because Sillua had just activated ‘Geor’s Memories’, otherwise it would have been impossible.
Geor and Jaeolin were surprised at my answer.
“Hah! I knew your head was extraordinary, but you’re amazing.”
“Oh my, more than amazing, no? It’s the first time I want to raise someone other than the two disciples.”
At Jaeolin’s words, Geor shook his head.
“If you saw that fellow’s body, you wouldn’t say that. No matter how good the head, with that body…”
I felt like crying at Geor’s words.
What a wrecked body.
“Did you use the magic power of the recovery room?”
“Yes, a Vanit Mage like me doesn’t have the magic power to interfere with magic containing the essence of a Sage.”
Magic is the act of resonating with the world using one’s own magic power to bring about miracles.
If resonating with the world is possible, then resonating with the surrounding magic power should also be possible. I barely controlled and used the surplus magic power of the recovery room with all my magic power.
Even if it was surplus magic power, it was Geor’s magic power, so it would have been impossible if the density of my magic power wasn’t high.
“I see. So why did you come to the Archive?”
I smiled at Geor’s question.
“Didn’t you ask me to take care of Sillua? Even if it’s my only teacher, I should at least fulfill your last wish.”
At my words, Geor narrowed his brows as if not understanding.
“What do you mean by that?”
“The Archive you created contains magic that will erase Sillua’s personality and turn her into the worst weapon in history. I came to discard that magic.”
At my words, Jaeolin and Geor were both surprised and angered.
“You’re saying we engraved magic to turn Sillua into a weapon? In this Archive!”
“It’s only natural you don’t know. That magic was truly constructed by accident.”
Even with my words, the hostile gazes didn’t subside. Of course.
Because it would be insulting for this space they created for the sake of their beloved daughter to become a space that would kill their daughter.
To the point they wanted to kill my consciousness here right away.
“If you can’t believe this disciple’s words, you can verify that I’m wrong. Take out the ‘Ebilibisk’s Lithograph’, the core of the Archive. I will prove my words.”
At my words, Geor glared at me without a word, then flicked his finger.
Then 21 lithographs rose up centered around the tree.
“Geor!”
At Jaeolin’s shout, Geor spoke.
“Incompetent disciple. Don’t betray my trust in you while I was alive. If you can’t prove it, you may not be able to leave alive.”
At his warning, I shrugged.
“How can I carry on my teacher’s dying wish without that much resolve?”
“Your mouth is still smooth as ever, incompetent disciple.”
“It has to be, since it hasn’t even been 10 minutes since you died.”
Saying so, I stood in front of the lithograph.
“The problem is ‘Jaeolin’s Beloved Secret Recipes’. The final grimoire containing Supreme Jaeolin’s essence.”
‘Jaeolin’s Beloved Secret Recipes’, which seemed like cooking recipes at first glance, was a highly encrypted grimoire.
Most mages encrypt their grimoires so their secrets aren’t leaked even if someone else reads them.
The form could be a diary, a letter, or recipes.
I said, recalling the decryption method used by ‘Arcana 20, Judgment’ who remodeled Sillua into the worst weapon.
“The position, arrangement of letters, and the row and column of sentences in the code are important. Jaeolin’s grimoire needs to arrange Abra characters according to specific keywords. Right?”
Abra characters were special magic characters like rune letters.
At my question, Jaeolin nodded.
“That’s right. Nothing beats Abra characters for encryption.”
Basically, the order of characters is set.
The English alphabet starts with A and ends with Z, and Korean consonants start with ㄱ and end with ㅎ.
But Abra characters are both phonograms and ideograms, so there are too many unique meanings and pronunciations for each alphabet.
Therefore, the meanings used in magic are grouped together and have a separate arrangement order established.
The beginning of the English alphabet may not necessarily be A, it could be B or C.
In English terms, there are ’24! (factorial)’ arrangement orders.
Of course, there are 15 alphabets in Abra characters, so to be exact, there are ’15!’ alphabet arrangement orders.
“The keyword here is the recipe number. Using the meat pie recipe as an example, it means to change it to the arrangement method of 132, the recipe number of meat pie.”
The problem was the recipes were written in modern letters.
To apply Abra characters to this code, of course, the recipes needed to be translated into Abra characters, and the interpretation result completely changes depending on which arrangement method the recipes are translated into.
Of course, each one had to be plugged in and interpreted, but I already knew the result ‘Arcana 20’ struggled to obtain.
“If interpreted, the grimoire would be like this.”
I wrote down the interpretation in the air using a simple light magic.
In front of me, the grimoire containing Jaeolin’s essence revealed its true form.
Seeing her own grimoire, Jaeolin broke out in a cold sweat.
“You said that kid’s physical talent was a mess, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I think God is fair. If that head had the body of a prodigy, your last disciple would have been the youngest Sage in history.”
I also think my head is quite smart, but that’s excessive praise.
I merely used the result another guy struggled for.
But there was no need to correct it.
“Now, let me rearrange the order of this grimoire.”
Following my hand gestures, Jaeolin’s grimoire was reassembled.
Seeing the grimoire reassembled by my hand, Geor and Jaeolin’s expressions gradually hardened.
Honestly, I didn’t understand a single thing about the contents of this grimoire.
I learned magic from Geor, not Jaeolin, so of course I couldn’t understand.
I merely rearranged it according to the illustrations in the novel.
“My goodness. To think my magic formula could be thought of in this way!”
“Did this twist the magic power inversion and emission method?”
Geor and Jaeolin excitedly talked about magic I couldn’t understand.
But it was meaningless.
In the end, they were dead people, they were themselves yet not themselves.
“I admit it. This has enough room for exploitation. Especially if combined with my research, it would become the worst weapon as you said.”
To be exact, what’s here is insufficient.
But my enemy had the ability to fill that insufficiency.
Geor and Jaeolin looked devastated. That was only natural.
Because they discovered the possibility that what they left for their daughter could harm her.
“We can still change the contents of the lithograph now, right?”
At my question, Geor nodded.
“Yeah, the magic is completed when Sillua sees all the memories. That means it’s still in the process of engraving magic on the lithograph.”
I looked at Jaeolin and asked.
“Will it be alright?”
At my question, Jaeolin nodded without hesitation.
“It’s fine. Even if not me but the real Jaeolin, she would allow it. Because to me, to Jaeolin, nothing is more precious than our two daughters.”
Jaeolin stroked the head of Silvia who had approached at some point.
Geor wrapped his arm around Jaeolin’s shoulder and said.
“Let’s make it certain. When you leave here, I’ll erase our memories too. Our memories aren’t engraved on the lithograph, so it’s possible.”
I smiled brightly and revised all the recipes.
The revision I had to make was simple. Change the recipe numbers, and completely erase the ‘Madeleine Recipe’, the core part of the grimoire.
Just that makes it impossible to restore Jaeolin’s legacy ever again.
“Sillua will be happy. Because she has a family like you.”
I felt jealous.
“Seems like Sillua has seen all the memories. Go quickly.”
“Take good care of Sillua.”
“Bye! Oppa! Please take good care of my sister!”
The moment I received the three souls’ farewells, everything went dark again.
When I opened my eyes again, Sillua was smiling at me.
Shedding tears that could never be shed.