73: Stupid Cecily!
Sveinn struggled, but to no avail. The magic thorns I weaved wouldn’t be unraveled so easily.
I decided to show sympathy to the king, who was like an insect caught by a spider.
“Working as a maid allowed me to set up various magic circles throughout the palace, centering them around here. Thankfully, I had two weeks for this. Even large-scale magic circles can easily be established in that time.”
“There are only so many places a maid like you can enter—”
“—Indeed. As a palace maid, I’m only allowed entry to the left-half of the castle grounds. But are you familiar with the mirroring technique that I proposed as a hobby a long time ago?”
You probably don’t.
You didn’t even notice my alias and left my books in the library… or so I thought.
“You mean, ‘How to Hide a Zero-point Test from your Mother,’ penned under Norris’ name?”
“—If you knew about, you should’ve disposed of them properly.”
Does he have some kind of lingering attachment? What’s more, he even memorized the title perfectly?
I was stunned, but I didn’t have much time so I decided to hasten the explanation.
“Not to mention, there’s a certain genius with almost free reign over the castle grounds. With his help, I designed it so that the magic formula I created would unfold from here to the other side.”
“Impossible… I never intended for magic to develop to such an extent!”
“You didn’t? But… our imaginations are easily surpassed by youngsters of todays.”
After all, we were ancients. We shouldn’t be imposing our ideals upon them.
We should retire in less than a hundred years and entrust the future to the next generation.
Okay, that’s enough chit-chat from me.
Using the hair I had plucked from Sveinn as a medium, I succeeded in restraining him.
It had taken me two weeks to prepare this grand spell, and now it was up to me to decide whether it’d be successful.
I deployed another magic circle at Sveinn’s feet. The thorns that held him resonated with the magic circle, and they grew even stronger, binding his soul as well.
“Wait—!”
The former genius must’ve realized what I was trying to do.
“Stop it, don’t… Stop—!”
“Don’t panic. I’m not trying to kill you.”
We were attempting to bind the soul of the man from 800 years ago, Shuel.
We were simply trying to teather his soul so that it’d never leave his body again—so that he’d never be released.
Isn’t something like that normal?
A human being lived and died in one body.
Yet, the man before me seemed unable to withstand such a simple fact.
“But this body will only last another ten years at best!”
“You’ve lived for 800 years already. Isn’t that enough?”
Even though I was stating the truth, Sveinn unleashed an offensive spell.
…I’m pretty sure I prepared a spell to suppress the magic of those bound by these thorns?
“Tch.”
I was weaving a soul binding along with one other bonus.
Even for me, doing that alongside defensive magic would be difficult. If I stopped, I’d have to start all over again. And he wasn’t the kind of opponent who’d give me such an opportunity.
Amidst my contemplation, Sveinn hurled a fireball at me.
Damn it.
I’d rather not let any severe burns scar Cecily’s face!
So, I stopped my current spell and was about to switch to defense one when a pale, clumsy magical barrier suddenly appeared in front of me.
Bang!
The fireball was deflected.
“Cecily, you idiot! What are you doing?!”
[Older Sister?!]
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