Scene 021# The Sage
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Every story is bound to have a protagonist.
The original novel “Another World” also has its protagonist.
Peter Wingfield.
A talented individual who inherited the blood of a hero and can handle magic of all attributes. At the same time, he is also Wendy’s older brother.
In the original work, Peter Wingfield leaves the empire in his childhood and embarks on an adventure across the sea to another continent.
Being a boy full of adventurous spirit, he travels through numerous countries and grows up.
Then one day, he realizes that he is a descendant of a hero.
Having realized his destiny, Peter becomes a hero and returns to his homeland, the Meikahel Empire.
I, too, as a fan of the original novel, liked the protagonist Peter.
But now, he has become the top target I must avoid.
Why, you ask?
Because I don’t want to die….
In the original work, Tristan kills Wendy through brutal abuse.
And later, when Peter finds out about this, he is punished by an enraged Peter.
Essentially, Wendy’s death is the first step towards my ruin.
But, that’s only in the original work.
The scenario in the online game takes a different turn.
For starters, the protagonist of the original work, Peter Wingfield, is missing.
Originally, he should have been gathering companions to save the world from the Demon King and monsters, but now there’s no hero to do so.
Hence, someone else must become the protagonist in place of Peter, as per the scenario of the online game.
Of course, the players from another world are the ones to replace Peter as the protagonist.
However, before the Demon King even appears, the world is destroyed by the players.
It’s an utterly dog-like ending, to say the least.
Wendy, too, inherits the blood of a hero, just like the protagonist’s sister should.
Thanks to this, she possesses the blessing of “all attributes” magic, something only the descendants of a hero could have.
Wendy is not just a simple extra.
She’s a talent gold spoon extra.
“This can’t be….”
It was Mondri who was dumbfounded at the sight of the colorful golems.
He was in charge of the arena’s barrier because he was directly involved in the test due to Miohail’s peculiar circumstances.
A very sturdy barrier, fitting the reputation of the Earth’s Cremont.
It wouldn’t be visible from the outside at all.
Although he holds the title of a nominal dean, Mondri is also one of the sage Miohail’s disciples.
He was indeed worthy of being called one of the closest people to a sage in this era.
Mondri Cremont said with a trembling voice.
“A hero… has a hero appeared…!”
That’s not it. It’s this old geezer.
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“Wingfield….”
Wendy’s golem, shining like a rainbow.
The magic of all attributes was swirling around it like a mirage.
Seeing this, Miohail recalled memories that had now faded.
When he was not in his current form but a human body.
Back then, he was just a wanderer, not Miohail or anything else.
A freak among freaks, wandering the world to study magic in pursuit of becoming a sage, the pinnacle of magicians.
That must have been around the time when the world was thrown into chaos with the appearance of the Demon King.
He had no interest in the world’s crises.
Let the world perish if it must.
As long as there is magic, I can live.
That’s what he thought.
Until he met her.
-I am Grace.
A woman extended her hand to him as he was making medicine at a stall to gather travel expenses.
-I am the hero who will save this world.
-Indeed. Such a setting… I see. However, I do not deal with drugs. If you’re looking for a drug with strong hallucinogenic effects like now, you should go to that tent over there.
-You passed. From now on, you are my companion.
-You’re not listening to me at all, are you?
At first, he thought she was just a madwoman.
He had no idea she was actually a real hero.
He had no idea they would become companions who shared life and death.
He had no idea… she would become the only woman he ever loved.
Grace was strong.
Her talent, chosen by the gods, her all attributes magic boasted overwhelming power.
Grace was also beautiful.
Her long hair fluttering on the battlefield as she wielded her rapier looked as if she was dancing.
He was a man.
It was hard not to fall for her.
But he couldn’t love her.
She was too dazzling a being.
Not suitable for a freak wanderer like him.
Just watching over her… he thought that was enough.
After numerous battles, on the eve of their final confrontation with the Demon King, Grace spoke up.
-Drug dealer.
-What is it? Grace.
-Isn’t it about time you told me your name? We’re going to fight the Demon King tomorrow. I don’t even know your name.
-…Wingfield.
-Your last name?
-I don’t have one. I’m an orphan.
-Huh… Same as me. I’m also an orphan.
-Is that so?
-Then if we get married, will my name become Grace Wingfield?
-Pfft!? Ma, Marriage?! What are you talking about!
-Hahahahaha! Wingfield, you can make such a face too?
-What? Then would I be Wingfield Wingfield? Are you joking?!
-Hmmm. Wouldn’t it be cute? Or maybe Grace Wingfield.
Grace laughed.
Seeing her laugh, he also laughed.
The next day, after confirming their feelings for each other, the two defeated the Demon King.
For saving the world, Grace was honored as a saint, and Wingfield was honored as a grand magician.
But there was still something he had to do.
Becoming a sage.
-Are you really leaving?
-Yes….
-Can’t you just stay with me?
-I’m sorry.
-What’s so important about being a sage? Huh? Grand Magician Wingfield! Isn’t that cool enough?
-Grace. Becoming a sage has been my long-held dream.
-Is that more important than me…?
-You are important, so I want to become a sage.
Wingfield gently placed his hand on Grace’s shoulder.
-I will ascend the magic tower and face the trials of a sage. I will definitely… definitely return to your side. I want to be beside you, Grace, as a sage, proudly.
-…….
Grace took Wingfield’s hand and placed it on her swollen belly.
-You stubborn fool… You really are incorrigible. Apologize not just to me but also to the child in my belly.
-I’m sorry….
-By the time you return, he might have grown so much that you won’t recognize him. Touch it now. It’s our child.
As Grace said, through Wingfield’s hand, he could feel their offspring growing inside her.
-Thank you for understanding, Grace.
-Hmph. Don’t forget. I fell in love with the wandering drug dealer Wingfield, not Grand Magician Wingfield. So… make sure you come back to me. Or else I will never forgive you. Got it
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-Of course.
Wingfield thus left home.
It was a long journey.
Perhaps even more arduous than the journey to defeat the Demon King.
Wingfield overcame death and reached the magic tower at the end of the continent.
The trials in the magic tower were not easy either.
He endured trials that made him want to give up several times.
All to return to her.
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A considerable amount of time passed.
He finally became a sage.
The trials he expected to take five years only took three.
It was possible because he was a genius.
Wingfield, who ascended the magic tower, thus became the first sage in history.
Wingfield immediately returned to his home.
For a sage like him, it was an easy task.
In an instant, he arrived in front of the house where he lived with her.
Now she will welcome me.
-Grace!
There was no answer.
Something was wrong.
The cozy home he built with her in the small village was not there.
Did I come to the wrong place?
But it was impossible for Wingfield, a sage, to make a mistake.
-Grace!
-Are you… Wingfield?
-That voice… Hans?
It was Hans, his neighbor.
But Wingfield could only be shocked.
In just the three years, his kind neighbor’s appearance had changed a lot.
-Wingfield! It really is you! It’s you!
-Indeed. I have arrived. But… my wife… where is Grace? And our house?
-You, you….
Through Hans’s eyes, Wingfield saw.
Anger, hesitation, sorrow, those things passing by.
Hans sighed and said.
-Why have you come now…….
-… What happened?
-While you were away, Grace was accused of being a witch.
A witch?
Witch, you say?
How could that be?
Grace is a saint.
Who would dare call her a witch?
-It was the king’s order.
-What…?
-After you and Grace defeated the Demon King, it seems the people were dissatisfied with the king.
-What nonsense is that? Why would that matter to the king?
-As you know, people hailed her as a saint… So, she was an eyesore to the king. The king’s army came to this village and took Grace away….
-Just for that reason… No, that’s not important now. Hans. Where is Grace? Where is she?
-……Follow me.
Hans led Wingfield to a corner of the village.
There was a small and humble stone there.
-Accused of being a witch, she was taken to the capital… and I heard she was burned at the stake.
Wingfield said nothing.
His anger was silent.
-I’m sorry. I couldn’t find even a piece of her bones, so this is all I could do….
Wingfield couldn’t hear anything anymore.
His despair was silent.
Sage Wingfield headed to the kingdom.
And he erased everything there.
He erased the screams, the cries.
He even erased death.
Thus, an old kingdom’s capital disappeared from the world.
And the man named Wingfield disappeared along with it.
It surely must have been so….
At the sight of the giant light golem, Miohail was happy.
The evidence that he saved the world with her had not been erased.
Even after more than a thousand years, here they were meeting again.
“I’m sorry for finding you only now….”
Wendy’s golem swung its arm.
Miohail’s golem took the attack nonchalantly.
It was still immature.
Though she was of a hero’s bloodline, a novice is a novice.
To stand against a sage like him was out of the question.
No, she had talent.
But she lacked skill.
She lacked experience.
Naturally, she couldn’t defeat Miohail.
Thinking her a dangerous being with black magic, he had intended to kill her right there.
But….
Miohail watched Wendy clumsily operate the golem.
He looked at the traces of him that he thought were lost.
He looked at her traces.
“Heh….”
He thought he had become numb over the thousand years.
He thought nothing could stir him anymore.
But Miohail’s golem was sluggish.
Magic was leaking out.
“This is troublesome….”
At that moment, Wendy’s golem threw a punch.
Scattering magic that shone like a rainbow after the rain.
He simply couldn’t dodge that plain attack.
Boom.
The fist of the light golem struck directly at the chest of the golden golem.
The ground shook.
Miohail’s golem staggered greatly.
At that moment, Miohail’s eyes met with Tristan Luelberta’s.
Sitting on the bench, silently watching the test, he looked at Miohail with a composed posture.
As if he knew everything.
‘Could this be what you wanted, Tristan….’
Miohail’s golem crumbled down with a sound.
Thanks for the chapter 😁