The Magus of Genesis

Episode 22: Uneven Clock

It was a rainy autumn day.

Small trees stand sparsely, on small high hills.

"Thou art strong, wise, and brave."

We join our voices and slowly chant the spell.

"Thou hast been tough at times, tender at times, always ambitious"

There were dozens of people gathered. At the head of it, I pray.

"Please, rest in peace, sleep."

- - Bless Mr. Guy.

His body was buried in a hole dug into the hilltop.

The hole is filled with flowers thrown in by the villagers who spare their farewell.

I didn't instruct you to do that.

It was a custom that the people of the village, with their simple sensibilities, began with.

"… Doctor"

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

I snort to the eye that speaks with my sobbing eyes.

And I inhaled heavily - towards Mr. Guy, I threw up.

Without chanting a spell, the dragon's flame is high enough to blow an armored bear away.

If you dig a hole and blow it like this, it hardly even leaves a bone.

"Soil, wrap it up."

When strictly Nina casts a spell, the ashes are buried in the dirt as they are.

"And be a new bud"

If you sow the parallax and the seed, it sprouted quickly and little buds popped up. That will eventually grow just like the trees around us.

It wasn't until I got here that I cremated the remains to combat the infection, but unexpectedly, it was almost accepted by people. I guess the reason for this is not only in my trust in the flames, but also in this magic of Nina, too.

If you come here, I'll see you anytime.

"Doctor."

Eye asked me pompous, staring at the little tree buds.

"Is there really a post-mortem world?"

Maybe I should say no.

JackFrost materialized probably because I lied about being real to Eye. As a result of her daily call to JackFrost, the thoughts accumulated and became a chunk of meaning...... a spirit.

The post-mortem world may also be actually created by imagining it that way.

"Yeah, I do."

So that's what I answered.

"There really is a post-mortem world. So I'm sure Mr. Guy will be able to live in peace."

With the deceased, in any way. Again, I want to see you.

Because I thought so.

From the village we live in, just a few minutes north.

Even though for a few minutes, in the wings of the dragon, Ni, thirty kilometers away, but there was my home. I went into a cave by the fire escape, and after a while, it was my first home of nostalgia in years.

Even when it comes to caves, it's obviously not natural.

Nothing like stalactites or stone asparagus can be seen at all, and the straight stretched passage is beautifully circular, and its walls are as smooth as mirrors. I used to wonder how you made a cave like this.

Now I know. It melted away with the exhalation of a converging flame.

Just as I have cleared a wind hole in the mountains.

Through the passage, you reach the large hall. There are guts and magma flowing right next to it, and maybe the hall itself is an intolerable temperature for humans. I can't even come and report my marriage with Eye.... Well, if I told you I married a human, I wouldn't tell you either way because you'd doubt my sanity.

"Oh, welcome home."

"I'm home now, Mother"

What seemed like a giant red wall in that hall was my mother in this life.

Buckwheat spreading wings are bigger than my entire body, even if only one.

"I was just having dinner. How about you?

My mother stuck some giant creature's forefoot inside the magma and scratched it, and did it with Pacri. It's like dipping a fries into a ketchup.

"Ah, I'll take it, then."

I eat meat on a magma, the same way. Shortly after I was born, when I lived here, this is how I always ate meat.

"Yeah, delicious"

I think it would be a delicious dish that I would never get consent to other than the Red Dragon.

I've heard stories about spicy taste that only means I feel heat and pain in my tongue.

I don't know if the dragon is the same, but if I put the magma on my tongue, even the red dragon on the boulder would hurt somewhat hot. It conveys tingling irritation.

Magma is hard on dragons.

However.

I think again as they chew the meat side by side.

I haven't been back in years, but this natural response.

I had trouble deciding whether it was because of the dragon's long temper or whether my mother was particularly relaxed.

"Mother. I have a question I would like to ask."

"What?"

My mother tilts her neck longer than the tip of my nose to the end of my tail.

"How old is your mother?

Twenty-six.

I almost blew out what was in my mouth to my young mother.

"That can't be true. I'm about twenty now."

"Twenty? …… oh. You're counting on the season."

When my mother narrows her mouth, she blows a thin, long flame and burns the ground. The hard rock melted easily and painted fine shapes. Neither heat nor precision can compare to mine.

"This is the sun shining in the sky. And this is the star we live in."

It was a picture of a planet orbiting around the Sun in an elliptical orbit.

"412 times, morning and night, this star returns to roughly its original location. But the orbit isn't a complete circle, and the ellipse is slipping a little bit."

Like a petal, the ellipse circles around the sun as it drifts.

"So, when we go around 98 times, we're almost back on track. That's a year."

I was stunned and opened my mouth.

It was also surprising that my mother understood the concept of the planet's public orbit as a matter of course, as opposed to a geological theory, but also to the fact that she was nearly 2,600 years old. No, because the cycle of rotation is longer than Earth's in the first place, if you divide it by 365 days, you're over 2,800 years old.

It was a long time ago.

From her point of view, she doesn't even have words, she can only use primitive stoneware, and a fragile and vulnerable human being would be like an ant. Once again, I was stunned by the isolation between man and dragon.

"... the longest living dragon my mother knows... how old are you?

"Hey. I'm sure your grandfather was over 200."

200, 98x.

I'm also 19600 years old on this calendar. It's not like immortality anymore.

"... Fine, you gave birth to me young, Mother."

I only managed to say yes.

"Welcome home, Doctor!

When I went back to the village, he must have seen me and ran right to me.

I stepped down to the ground as Eye picked me up to the edge of the village and waved.

"I'm home. Sorry, you made me feel lonely."

"No."

Eye hugged my arm all the time as she rushed over with her patties and laughed Nico.

Live thousands or tens of thousands of years since you lost her?

I can't. There's no way I can ever do that.

I also knew that I didn't have the courage to die together.

Then there's one way.

Immortality.

The only way to fulfill the dreams that mankind has sought and has never finally arrived at is in this world.

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