There are two continents in the world, Azure and Ziyun.
After the goddess of Creation gave power to the eight main gods, she also created elves, dwarves, humans, orcs, and dragons to be placed in this world, and dozens of different races were derived from several parallel alien worlds.
The world is officially stabilized, and this year is known as the first year of the Ephemeris. The year is divided into eight months, named after the eight main gods: "Moon of Light", "Moon of darkness", "Moon of Water", "Moon of fire", "Moon of wind", "Moon of Earth", "Month of life" and "month of Death". Each month is divided into six chapters, "Silence", "Ripples", "Melody", "Singing", "Soul" and "Supplication", each chapter lasts twelve days. So a year is 8X6X12 = 576 days. Every ten years a month is added, the Creation Moon, and each chapter of the month has only one day, which means that the month has only six days.
In the year 2752, after the Goddess of Creation went into a deep sleep, the eight main gods split into two camps. Hedrys, the god of darkness, and Lucius, the god of death, used the spirits left by the goddess of creation to create the demon race and the ghost race to fight with Rhodea, the god of light, Limena, the god of life, Amphisia, the god of water, Ephraim, the god of fire, Merari, the god of wind, and Mahalaleel, the god of earth. The races of Afrane also joined the war, which was the first time for the tribes of Afrane. It's the only joint campaign so far.
The war lasted until the year 2973, ending with the exile of the god of darkness, Heddis, and the god of death, Lucius, from the sacred Realm to the Abyss.
For this victory, all the races of the world paid a terrible price - the Elves lost nearly eighty percent of their population, the dwarves were left with less than twenty thousand, and the Orcs in the upper echelons were almost wiped out, leaving only a few children in infancy, and the rest only a few inintelligent orcs. The number of dragons is even smaller, only about a hundred - and that's in addition to the number of unhatched dragon eggs. Humanity has also lost nearly two-thirds of its population. Of course, the fate of the demon and the ghost was not much better, and the two races, who also suffered heavy losses, were banished into the abyss with the god of darkness, Heddis, and the god of death, Lucius. The ghost tribe was cursed by Rhodea, the god of light, and became afraid of the sun, becoming the constitution of death at the sight of light.
As the main battlefield of Aifaran, the environment of the original rich Ziyun continent became almost no longer suitable for any race to survive, and all ethnic groups migrated to the original desolate Azure continent. Three hundred years later, in the year 3273, the structure of Azure was formalized - including the elven nation of the New Green Fields in the southern part of the continent, the dwarf nation of Tifara in the northwestern mountains, the orc tribes scattered in the plains of Merholan, the Dragons living in seclusion-island dragons, and the humans who established dozens of nations in Azure.
Ephemeris 4750, Creation moon silent 1 day.
The village of Cassiel, on the northern border of the Oliga Empire less than a century old, is located on the Malalel Trail. The Malaleel Trail, named after the earth God, is the only road through the Southern Seus Mountains, and the village of Cassiel has become a transit point for traders traveling between the two countries. A storm was raging, and from a tiled house covered with winter snow and surrounded by a few bare apple trees came a gut-wrenching cry.
"Oh... Jaido... It hurts..." On the only bed in the tiled house, a pretty woman was tearing the sheets from under her with all her might. Even though it was freezing outside and the temperature in the room was not high, the sweat from her forehead soaked the pillow.
"Hang in there, dear. It'll be all right in a minute." The man kneeling on the edge of the bed held the woman's hand tightly, trying to give her strength, and his face was no less sweaty than the woman giving birth.
"Ah..." After a spasm, the woman on the bed finally stopped, her bloodless lips began to gasp gently and relax, her strength exhausted in childbirth.
"Wow... Wow..."
There was a loud cry of a baby.
"Congratulations! Congrats! She's a beautiful girl." The midwife congratulated.
New father Jado took the baby from the midwife and couldn't put down his hands to tease the baby in his arms - his baby daughter. After a while, it finally occurred to him that he should show the child's mother, his dear wife, their love crystallization. He leaned down softly so that his wife could look at the baby, and said excitedly, "Mary, look! She's a beautiful girl! Beautiful like you."
"How lovely! Come up with a name for the baby."
"Good, good." Jado nodded happily. "Let me see, I must think of a good name for my baby girl."
Then he took his daughter in his arms and began to walk in circles around the bed, causing Mary to worry about her newborn daughter.
"I got it! Jedo jerked up his head. "Canaan, my daughter's name is Canaan."
Mary was slightly surprised at the name. "That's the name of the Creator, dear!" she said. Isn't it disrespectful to name your daughter after a god?
"It seems a little disrespectful, doesn't it?" Jado scratched his head; the name had come to him, too, or had popped out of his head. "Ah! That's all right. Then call it Kanaya, and it'll be all right. Kanaya, my precious daughter, your name is Kanaya." He hugged his daughter and played with her, as happy as a child.
Little Kanaya, ten days old, woke up in her little bed in the middle of the night, while her parents slept soundly after a hard day's work. You can't expect a baby to follow the normal schedule of sleeping when it's full, sleeping until it's hungry and waking up crying, and going back to sleep when it's fed. Now little Kanaya woke up hungry, her little mouth clenched, ready to cry to wake her parents to feed her.
Suddenly the "ideology" that had been buried in her mind for a long time was liberated from the depths of her soul, and the memory factor poured like a raging wave, and the accumulated intelligence of tens of billions of years poured into her mind.
Memories of past lives are restored!
She knows who she is!
She is the creator of this world, the Creator, Canathea!
Almost 1,800 years ago, she used the ten-life reincarnation technique in the First World war with the God of Destruction at the end of time and space, and was reincarnated with the God of Destruction into the world of Alfaran as a human.
Calculate that this is her ninth incarnation, and with each incarnation she awakens a little earlier. In the first incarnation she didn't wake up until just before she died, and in the eighth incarnation she probably woke up in her twenties, this time on the tenth day of her life, so what about next time? Canaasia, no, now she shook her head, this was the first time she had used the technique, and the only thing she knew was that after the tenth life she could return to the priesthood, but she didn't know anything else. Well, these will be thought about slowly later, or first reincarnate all the memories and knowledge of eighteen hundred years after the integration and sorting out, as for her as the goddess of creation, the intelligence and memory accumulated for hundreds of millions of years have begun to recover at the moment of awakening, as long as the time is given, it will naturally recover.
Gently close your eyes and send a burst of mental energy to your brain. Although this energy is not strong, it easily unlocks the seal of memory. Eighteen hundred years of memories flooded into the mind like a flood, if the ordinary people, at one time to fill so many memories, there must be a split personality and madness. But Kanaya is the reincarnation of the Goddess of Creation, and with the help of her vast spiritual energy, Kanaya is like a third person who fuses these eighteen hundred years of memory and knowledge with her own memory bit by bit. Of course, these are only knowledge and memories, and the emotions and subjective consciousness of each reincarnation are deleted at the time of reincarnation to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.
Nearly 1,800 years, reincarnated eight times, each life she had to enjoy old age, a total of 800 years of life, messy memories is really a lot.
It took two whole days to sort through a lot of confused memories, and then I opened my eyes again to see the skull. !
What an intense welcome!
The skeleton struck Mary with a knife, and of course Kanaya, who was tightly held in Mary's arms, was also doomed.
Goddammit! What is this with what? !
Kanaya stretched out her tender little hand to show a "wall of light," but the light flashed in her hand and disappeared without forming a protective wall. What's going on here?
Under the protection of his mother Mary, Kanaya narrowly avoided the knife. Undead, Kanaya once again works his magic.
"The Purifying Light Curtain!" This is a medium level 2 light magic, a defensive magic, and has the effect of purifying the undead.
Again, the magic did not work. But this time Kanaya paid careful attention to the flow of magic in her body, and came to a conclusion that almost made her vomit blood. The body was too young to withstand the waves of magic, and there was so little magic in it that it could work magic. In two days, she just finished sorting out her memories and did not have time to transform her body - that is, her body is still an ordinary human body, and the only difference between her and ordinary people is that her mental force is much stronger than ordinary people.
Is she going to die here? At the hands of a few skeletons?
That's humiliating. She's the Goddess of the universe! Although she is now reincarnated as a human being, none of her first eight incarnations was a big deal, even before her memory was restored. And now to die at the hands of these worthless skeletons! This could be the shortest life she has ever lived -- just twelve days!
Of course, if you want to think about it, Kanaya will not give up so, there is no magic in the body, this baby's body can not even stand up, naturally can not play her good martial arts.
Kanaya's little head was working very fast, and the only thing she had now was a very strong spirit, and although spirit was an important condition for controlling magic, it was useless without magic. Wait, the magic... Oh, by the way! Since there is no magic in the body, then condense the magic of the outside world to use it. With her strong mental power, it is not a problem, and at this time the space is full of death magic, which should be issued by the Necromancer who controls these skeletons, let her use it.
Although the power of death is controlled by Lucius, the god of death, she is also the goddess of creation, and Lucius, the god of death, is her creation, is her child, and she is quite familiar with the power of death, and when she was first reincarnated, her profession was Necromancer.
The only trouble is that using the mind force to condense the dissociative magic of the outside world to perform magic, which takes a longer time, unlike using your own magic to perform magic. As long as the mind is moving is enough; Of course, this was only for her, and the average human magician could not perform magic on a whim. What magicians usually refer to as magic actually refers to the magic elements contained in their own bodies, in addition to the race that is born with magic elements, other races are mostly acquired by learning to get magic elements: but the level of magic elements can be improved by constant practice. At the same time, when performing magic, it takes a certain amount of time to silently recite the mantra into a meditative state, and gain control of the magic with mental force. The greater the mental strength, the shorter the time required, and the spiritual strength of Kanaya is by no means comparable to that of any creature in this world.) "Back up." Kanaya said to her mother, "Delay as long as you can. I can save us."
In this chaotic and dangerous situation, Mary had no regard for how strange it was that a child born more than ten days could talk, and no regard for how a child born more than ten days could save her life. Fortunately, she had at least learned a little martial arts from her husband, and the speed of the skeleton soldiers was a little slow, and she could barely survive.
The little Kanaya was not idle either, she went into a meditative state, and with her vast mental power began to condense the death magic element that was floating in space, the death force that the Necrymphs used to manipulate these skeletons.
There's a knife coming at you, and you can't hide from it. Mary closed her eyes and waited to die, which was just as well, since her husband was dead and they could finally be reunited, only... The child she held in her arms, poor little Kanaya had only just come into the world when...
The knife did not fall, and Mary, who had closed her eyes and waited for death, heard the sound of bones falling. She opened her eyes and saw that the skeleton that had just been hunting her had become a pile of scattered bones on the ground. What the hell is going on here? !
In fact, it is nothing, but Kanaya has gathered the death force in the nearby space in his hands, including the skeleton, the skeleton without the support of the death force will of course turn into a pile of bones! In his two young hands, Kanaya held a black-gray orb of light, the congeal mass of the forces of death in nearby space.
"Run away!" Kanaya reminded her almost frozen mother that if the body had not been able to handle any more magic, she would have gone on agglutinating her powers to perform the "space warp teleportation" to escape. Now she only has enough power to cast two Shields of Death. But to be able to speak while remaining in a magical agglutination state, Kanaya's psychic power is not ordinary.
"Oh... Aaargh!" Mary then came back to her mind, now is not the time to be in a daze, first escape is important, what happens after saving life. Mary, coming back to her senses, turned and ran, toward the woods outside the village.
Unfortunately, their escape is officially over after just a few steps, as the truly deadly enemy, the Necromancer who controls these skeletons, enters the scene.
The Necromancer came out of the shadow of a house, as silent as a ghost. The Necromancer was dressed in a gray robe with a hood that hid his face in darkness. Even Mary, who did not know magic, felt the cold, dead smell of his body and was frightened. Of course Kanaya felt it too, in fact before the Necromancer appeared, but only before she could warn Mary to avoid it again. She is not affected by the breath of death at all, not to mention the breath of death issued by a human necromancer, I am afraid that even if the god of death Lucius himself appears here, she can not feel a little fear, after all, she is the reincarnation of the goddess of creation.
The Necromancer looked quietly at Mary, or more precisely at Kanaya in Mary's arms, or more precisely at the black-gray ball of light that Kanaya held between her hands. The orb of light radiates the energy of death! As a Necromancer, he could not be mistaken about this, and he looked at Kanaya with interest, for he felt very clearly that this mass of death energy was controlled by the little baby in the young woman's arms.
The Necromancer's deep eyes seemed to twinkle. Kanaya had a bad feeling, and at the same time sensed a sudden fluctuation of the Necromancer's death energy. It's probing! Sensing what the Necromancer was up to, Kanaya gathered his energy, leaving only a faint stream of energy barely controlling the black-gray ball of light in his hands. However, the life experience of the eighth told her that even this weak spiritual force is very strong from a human point of view. She should have restrained it, too, but if she had done so, the congealed death energy in her hands would have gone out of control, and that would have been a big problem.
The Necromancer nodded, as if pleased with the result of the inquiry. He uttered an incantation, his hands emitted a wave of death energy, and the scattered bones were once again wastefully transformed into skeletons, slowly closing in on Mary and Kanaya.
"When the skeleton falls, run." Kanaya spoke softly to her mother.
Mary nodded to show understanding.
"The Arrow of the Sky!" Kanaya cast a primary attack spell, and in terms of her psychic powers, as long as there is magic available for her to use, there is no need to cast spells. Three black and gray arrows of light appeared in the air, two of them aimed directly at the skeletons in the way, the other at the Necromancer.
The two arrows fired at the skeleton successfully completed the task, hitting the center of the skeleton's movement, which is the skeleton's weak point - the cervical vertebra, and the two skeletons quickly reduced to two piles of useless bones. As for the arrow that had been shot at the Necromancer, she had no time to see the result; she had not expected it to hurt him anyway, but had only wanted to use it as a temporary deterrent. So as soon as the "Arrow of the Underworld" was cast, she immediately cast another spell: "The Shield of Death!" The pale black and gray smoke that enveloped her and Mary's figures was a first stage of defensive magic.
"Run!"
As soon as the "Shield of Death" took shape, Kanaya urged her mother to flee for her life. These two spells had exhausted all the death energy she could muster. Once again, however, she was disappointed when a wave of magical energy struck, easily penetrating the "shield of death" she had set up and hitting Mary as she turned to run. Mary stood motionless, and then fell limp to the ground, followed by Kanaya, who was gathering his strength again.
Whoo -- it hurts! As the spirit dissipates, so does the force of death in the agglutination.
Damn it, it's the Curse of enervation! Kanaya immediately understood what was happening, and although the spell had no effect on her at all (she was too mentally strong to be immune to spells like fear, enchantment, hypnosis, and all kinds of curses, unless the caster was mentally stronger than she was), it made no difference whether she had the Curse of Impotency or not, she was only a little baby ten days old and could not even stand up. Let alone run away. This time it's over!
The Necromancer floated over like a ghost, and reached out his dry hand and picked up Kanaya, or picked him up more appropriately. This guy doesn't even know how to hold a baby! Who carries a baby like that? Kanaya felt like her neck was about to break.
Dammit! This is child abuse! If there were no magic now, Kanaya would have struck with a shining sword. She didn't want to talk to the Necromancer, because human children don't talk when they're ten days old. So she could only stare hard at the Necromancer with her lovely, big eyes.
If it's not that she's bad at staring, it's that the Necromancer is used to being stared at, and it doesn't work.
"Having such a strong spirit at such a young age, and being so close to the force of death, is a natural necromancer's material." The Necromancer's old, sullen voice seemed to be talking to himself.
Shit! How Canaya never thought that the necromancer was actually playing this idea - wanting to take her as an apprentice! She's the goddess of creation! Even the Necromancer's main god, Lucius, the god of death, was her creation, her child, and now this human Necromancer actually wants to take her as an apprentice. Kanaya thought she might pass out, although she had been taught by humans during her previous incarnations, and had even made a contract with her children, the Eight Gods (the Eight Gods did not know that the Goddess of Creation had been reincarnated into the world, and everything was the same as human beings until she was awakened, but once she was awakened, the contract would automatically be broken), But that was before she woke up, and once she woke up, she didn't need humans to teach her.
In order to use magic, magicians in Afrane will make contracts with gods. When a person wants to borrow the divine power of a certain god, he only needs to make a contract with this god to use the divine power he wants, but he will also consume his own magic when he uses the divine power to cast spells, combining the borrowed divine power with his own magic. That way, the magician can use the magic that the gods have, and the more powerful the spell, the more of his own power is consumed. Of course, this can only happen if the contract relationship is established, and it will give different results to the magician according to the words and language of the magician when he asks for God. The required text, language - that is, magic spell text, but also the magician to find to understand, the magician also learn to control the borrowed divine power with their own magic, magic control and magic spell text learning is the process of magic learning. Although magicians themselves can manipulate elements directly with their own magic to achieve the same result, they usually consume more magic. So, unless absolutely necessary, very few people would do such a stupid thing.
"I won't, I won't be your apprentice." At this point, Kanaya did not care whether the newborn baby could talk or not, but she had just talked a lot with Mary, and even performed two magic.
"Hey hey..." The Necromancer laughed so dreadfully that Kanaya felt the cold hairs on her back rise.
"Since you don't want to be my apprentice, I wouldn't mind adding another skeleton soldier, but I'm afraid you're too young." Heh heh..." Like a kitten, the Necromancer lifted Kanaya so that she could be at eye level with him.
Whoo -- what a fool! As a goddess, she was threatened by humans! What a disgrace! But... However, she had to admit that the threat was very effective, and she did not want to die at a young age. You know, the younger she dies, the longer she has to wait to be reincarnated, and she has to be reincarnated again before she can return to the priesthood, and she can't die so early, she has to return before Asimelech, the god of destruction. So she had to bow to the Necromancer's threats. The eighth life experience let her know that sometimes people under the roof, is to bow. What a shame. "Well, I'll take you as my teacher." It's really Why is she so unlucky? !
"Hey hey..." The Necromancer let out his dry, creepy laugh once more. "Well, well, from today on you are a disciple of my Necromancer Zorra. MMHHHMMM... Let me give you a good name."
Judging from his thoughtful look, he was really planning on giving her a new name. Kanaya felt that she was really going to faint this time, and God knows what the Necromancer was going to call her, and it was better to stop him.
"Don't bother. I have a name. My name is Kanaya." Oh, so she doesn't know what her last name is, and it seems she hasn't heard her parents mention it at all.
"Kanaya? Yeah, well, that's not a bad name. Come with me now." The Necromancer picks up Kanaya again, but his handling of the child really needs to be improved. Kanaya felt that if she did not help herself, her neck would be broken.
"Would you stop holding me like that? My neck is breaking." It's not just her neck. It's all over her. The Necromancer's holding of her in such a way as to kill her.
"I am your teacher. You must call me teacher." Zora corrected Kanaya's address to him and changed his position.
"Woo -" Kanaya felt that he was really dying, this position is more uncomfortable than the one just now, not only the neck problem, she has been unable to breathe.
Apparently the Necromancer Zorra also found out that something was wrong with Kanaya, and he went back to lifting Kanaya.
"Whew --" Poor little Kanaya could breathe again at last. "Can you hold a baby or not? " He's been tossed around. Kanaya's pissed off right now.
The Necromancer was struck down by this question, not to mention holding children, whom he had had little contact with in his life. He really didn't know how to hold a newborn baby. After thinking about it, Zora came up with a way to cheat. He whispered the mantra, and Kanaya's tiny, soft body slowly floated up, suspended in mid-air - a simple "floating technique."
Kanaya floating in the air, it's not a good feeling, but it's better than being held and tortured by that Necromancer. However, the Necromancer is quite flexible, and actually thought of using "floating art" for this purpose.
"You can go now." Zorra waved his hand, and the floating Kanaya drifted slowly after him.
'Wait a minute!
"What's the matter?" The Necromancer felt he was reaching the end of his endurance.
'What about her? Kanaya pointed to Mary lying on the ground and left her there. She must die.
"Hum! The Necromancer said in a dismissive voice, "I was kind enough not to kill her. What more do you want from me?" He was hired to destroy this village.
With a sigh, Kanaya decided to reason with the necromancer. "Do you have any experience with children?" She doesn't want to suffer anymore.
"I am your teacher! Call me teacher!" The Necromancer Zorra was very unhappy with the way Kanaya called him.
"Good, good! The teacher." "Cried Kanaya with a great deal of reluctance. Oh, that's disgusting! "Can you take care of children?"
'Of course not!
My goodness! That's the kind of answer he could give? !
"Why should I know how to take care of children?" "Asked the Necromancer. I'm really gonna faint this time! He's a little slow, isn't he? Isn't the answer obvious? "My respected teacher, I was born to now only twelve days, I am still only a very small baby, completely unable to take care of myself, I need someone to take care of me to live - you also do not want your apprentice to die early?"
It seems that only then did the Necromancer Zorra remember that the apprentice he had just taken in was very small, very, very small, so small that he was not yet a full moon. But no problem, he has a lot of skeletons, zombies, and afraid he can't take care of a child? Some of the minutiae of his daily life are handled by his undead, anyway.
Kanaya seemed to understand what the Necromancer was thinking, she didn't want a bunch of undead to take care of her food and shelter - she didn't think these simbling-minded undead were capable of doing so - it was okay to carry out some simple commands, take care of the children, forget it!
"I don't think the undead can take care of me." Kanaya decided to talk the Necromancer out of this bad idea, "I don't think they can take care of a kitten, let alone a baby. Besides, the undead don't have a mind of their own, they have to be ordered by you to carry out, after all, it is up to you to take care of me, are you sure you know how to take care of a child who is not yet a month old?" Once again, the problem has come full circle. "What do you propose to do?" This time the Necromancer is really out of ideas, this kind of thing is not his good, he dedicates all his time and energy to magic, taking care of children? Forget it! It would be easier for him to destroy a city!
"Just leave the child in the care of the mother!" He's really slow. Isn't the answer obvious? She hinted so much that he still didn't understand. But to be honest, she can survive without anyone to take care of her. Although she is still only a small baby, she is after all the reincarnation of the goddess of creation, as long as there is a safe environment for her to complete the transformation of the body and experience the heart of the elements. Once she has the Elemental Heart, she is free to do her magic as she pleases, and naturally does not need anyone to take care of her. But she really couldn't bear to see Mary die like this.
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The Necromancer considered and finally accepted the proposal. Because he didn't seem to have a choice, and the offer was acceptable.
He lifted the "curse of impotence" from Mary, and Mary slowly rose to her feet, possessed by the spell, but able to hear what they had just said - she looked at the Necromancer with nothing but hatred and fear in her eyes.
"You must have heard everything. Take good care of my apprentice, and I will spare your life."
Mary then turned her eyes to the floating Kanaya, but she looked at him not as if she were looking at her own child, but as if she were looking at some kind of monster.
Looking in Mary's eyes, Kanaya knew that her life was over again. At this thought, Kanaya gave a wry smile.
I don't know if this is the retribution that she forced Asimelech to accompany her reincarnation into this world, or perhaps Asimelech put a curse on her. In short, not this time she has been reincarnated eight times, each life she can not experience the warmth of the family, not orphans are abandoned babies, or illegitimate children, even the people who raised her do not like her, it is simply six relatives cut off! Not only the family, even friendship, love for her are very strange, no family, no friends, no love, life alone until the end of old age, this is her fate in the first eight lives. She did not feel much, after all, before the rebirth of human beings, before the creation of the world, she had been alone for millions of years, although there was Asimelech born with her, but fate had long been doomed that they could not coexist peacefully. Just... Only occasionally she felt so lonely, so alone... Just occasionally, really...
"Kill me! Kill me! You've killed my husband, you've destroyed my home, you've killed me too! I'll never take care of her! She's not my child! She's the devil! It's a monster! Monsters!" Mary cried hysterically.
Kanaya could see that her spirit was on the verge of breaking down, that she was going mad. Kanaya also saw that the veins on the Necromancer's forehead were twitching with Mary's hysterical cries, and he was about to get angry.
"Yes! You want to die so bad, I'll let you!" The Necromancer raised his hand, and the black-gray light began to coagulate on his fingertips.
'Don't! Kanaya shouted, "Stop it, you kill her, who will take care of me?"
"Don't worry, I'll get you a babysitter. If I have to, I can find a family to foster you for a few years, and then take you as an apprentice when you are older." It seemed that Zora was really angry, and he was going to kill Mary.
"If you kill her, I won't be your disciple anymore!" If you kill her, I'll die!" That just came out of my head. After saying this, Kanaya herself regretted it. What did she say? She can't die! She must live long enough so that she can be born sooner in the next life, and she must return to the priesthood before Asimelech, or he will destroy the world she has created! She is the goddess of creation, she created this world, it is her responsibility to protect this world, and nothing is more important to her than this world. Mary is now the mother who gave birth to her human body, but she is just a human being, an ordinary human being, how can she do something for a human being that could threaten the safety of the world? How could she give up her responsibility to protect the world for a human?
But the words were spoken... Forget it! No matter what! Kanaya turned her heart sideways, anyway, she was now reincarnated as a human, and the responsibility of protecting the world was temporarily left to her eight children. Just this once! Just this once! This time let her temporarily give up the responsibility of guardian, as a human identity to go through this life. Anyway, the longest human life span is only a few hundred years. Just let her indulge herself for once. She's really tired, really tired... Kanaya kept convincing himself...
When she finally managed to forgive herself, and looked at the Necromancer, she saw that he looked a little surprised at the words she had just uttered out of the air: and then she looked at Mary, who had almost the same expression.
"What did you say? Say it again!" Zora wondered if he had heard her wrong. "If you want to kill her, kill me first." Now that it has been decided, Kanaya will not regret her decision. Just die! I'll be born hundreds of years too late! If fate had determined that she would not return to the priesthood before Asimelech... Then she accepts the fate, accepts the fate that is about to be sealed, and she will quietly wait for the next reincarnation to begin...
"You..." The word "you" came out of the Necromancer and Mary's mouth at the same time.
The difference was that when the Necromancer said the word, his head was almost smoking with anger, and Mary's voice was surprised.
"I'll kill you right now, do you believe that?" The Necromancer pointed the "crackling" fingertips of the black-gray light at Kanaya.
"You can kill if you want." Kanaya stood up to the Necromancer's threat. Her mind was not on the Necromancer there, he wanted to threaten let him threaten well, Kanaya carefully separated a spiritual force, quietly sneaked into Mary's mind, and calmed Mary's nearly collapsed mind. She did not want Mary's heart to be filled with hatred. It is difficult for a soul full of dark emotions to ascend to heaven. Such a soul often lingers in the world for a long time without rest.
With Kanaya's reassurance, Mary's almost broken mood eased. The mad hatred slowly receded from her heart, although the overwhelming sadness was still there, but she had gradually calmed down, gradually returned to reason.
"You -" Zora felt so angry that he wanted to strangle her, but he couldn't bear it. Well, the Necromancer sighed and decided to give in again, who let him reluctant to give up this excellent candidate for the best apprentice.
He put down his hand and asked Mary again, "If you want to live, you will come with me and take good care of my apprentice."
Mary didn't scream hysterically like she did last time. She bowed her head and said nothing. After a moment, when the Necromancer was getting impatient, she nodded slowly.
Seeing Mary's reaction, Kanaya, who had already been prepared to accept his death, breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, you don't have to die!
"Then come with me!" "Roared the Necromancer. All his patience had been worn away by these two women.
Mary hung her head and reluctantly followed the Necromancer, while Kanaya floated in midair, unable to follow.
The three of them left the village, which had been completely destroyed, and went to a small hill not far from the village. The hill overlooks both the village of Cassiel and the nearby Malele trail that runs through the South Seus Mountain. Of course, behind them is a vast army of skeletons and zombies.
"Master, we have been waiting here for a long time."
There are already people waiting for them on the hill.
The speaker was a man of medium build, wrapped from head to toe in a heavy brown cloak, the hood pulled so low that one could not see his face. But his identity was not thoroughly concealed, and from his fine leather boots, ornate leather jackets, and jewel-encrusted sword hanging from his waist, he must have been a nobleman. The two men who followed him were similarly cloaked in heavy cloaks to conceal their identity, but their full suit of armor was evidently not able to conceal it. The two guards were either swordsmen or knights.
"I have fulfilled your commission." "Said the Necromancer Zorra, very impatiently. His patience had been worn down by the two women behind him, and he was not in the mood to be polite to the person in front of him.
"They are..." The nobleman noticed that behind the Necromancer was a young woman with a baby in her arms. Judging from the young woman's dress, she should be an ordinary villager. What the hell is going on here? 'he asked cautiously.
"My new apprentice!" Speaking of the highly qualified apprentice he had just received, Zora was clearly still a little angry about what had just happened, but this could not hide his smugness. There was something rather ostentatious about his tone.
The nobleman looked carefully at the young woman in front of him. Although her face was a little pale, she was indeed a handsome beauty, especially her long bright golden hair was so charming that it was no wonder that even the Necromancer would be moved to spare her life. In fact, he was rather fond of this beauty, but... He looked at the baby in the young woman's arms, and could not for the life of him understand why the Necromancer had allowed the young woman to carry such a small ladle. It seems that he not only misunderstood, but also completely wrong. He could not have imagined that the child in the arms of the young woman was the Necromancer who said he had acquired his new apprentice.
"Are you going to check on the village?" The Necromancer Zorra pointed to the village of Cassiel, which lay under the hills in a sea of fire. The only reason Cassiel Village burned like this was because he dropped a few small fireballs on his way out. His elemental magic doesn't do much, but throwing a few rudimentary fireballs is no problem.
"No, no, that's not necessary! I absolutely believe what the master says." The nobleman shook his head quickly. He could hear impatience in the Necromancer's voice, and he did not want to offend a Necromancer, especially one who seemed to be in a bad mood. He had not lived enough to become a dead man under the sword of the skeletons beside the Necromancer.
"This is the end of the agreement." He quickly took out a small bag and gave it to the Necromancer. All he wanted was to get the deal done quickly, to get as far away from the Necromancer as possible, around whom he felt uncomfortable.
Zora reached for the bag, opened it and emptied its contents. Canaya, who was held by Mary, saw clearly what was in the Necromancer's hand: a purple gem - a magic stone without attributes! With the exception of the Bind Crystals, Necromancers can only use these non-attribute crystals.
That piece of purple non-attribute magic stone color is extremely pure, at least second grade, the size of the egg. That's a big deal! The price of this non-attribute magic stone is enough to sustain a well-off family for decades.
The Necromancer fastened the mouth of the bag again and put the stone into the dark pocket of his black robe.
"Then I take leave." Zorra did not want to stay a minute longer, quietly singing the curse of the teleport, the teleport's magic array emerging at his feet, gleaming with phosphorescence. The Necromancer and Mary in the magic circle, and Kanaya in Mary's arms, melted into the air with the chant of the incantation and disappeared. The skeletons left on the hillside have disintegrated and scattered on the ground because they have lost the source of their magic...
The nobleman glanced at the mess of bones and corpses on the floor, and turning to his guard said, "Let us go, too, for the Duke is waiting for us to answer."
He couldn't quite understand why the Duke had teamed up with humanity's enemy, the evil Necromancer. You know, if the outside world found out about this, the Duke would lose his reputation. Of course, cooperation is not exactly the right word, but rather the Duke hired the Necromancer. But what the Duke is thinking is not his business. He was merely a servant of the Duke, doing what he was told. He shrugged his shoulders, mounted his horse and rode south along the Malalel trail...
The scene was clear again, and Kanaya was no stranger to the movement of magic. She was used to the discomfort of this spatial shift, after all, she had been a magician in three of her first eight incarnations, a Necromancer and a sorcerer, and she was more than familiar with the human spell system. But from Mary's paler face, it was clear that she was not accustomed to this kind of magical movement, which, after all, makes ordinary people feel dizzy and nervous, and Mary was no exception.
"Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and you'll feel better." Kanaya whispered comfort. But she had no idea whether it would work.
After comforting Mary, Kanaya began to take stock of his surroundings. They were now in a basement, or basement, in a completely dark space where only a magic stone embedded in the wall gave off a dim glow, and with the dim light, Kanaya could see that there were four different magic formations inscribed on the black flare floor. For some reason, it looked familiar to Kanaya, very familiar indeed, and she was sure she had seen it at some point. She could not remember which of her first eight incarnations was, and though she had organized her memory, she had not yet integrated it. Kanaya's little head wondered when she had been here, and as she did so Mary was circling up the steep stairs behind the Necromancer in her arms.
Leaving the basement, I walked through a room filled with various magical potions and catalysts into the great Hall. The more she walked, the more familiar the surroundings became to Kanaya, until she finally remembered when she had seen them before. here This is her home! It's her tower!
The level of the black albus floor, the black marble pillars without any decoration, the curved dome, the six crystal balls with permanent illumination that used to provide the light here, suspended in mid-air, have fallen away because of age. She used magic to lift the rock from the ground, and then carved it into its present form, allowing the tower to stand here. Eighteen hundred years later, she was back here again, back in her tower. It's just But time has changed everything, she is no longer the master of this tower, is no longer the fearsome necromancer that more than a thousand years ago.
"This is your home from today on." Zorra reached out to a ghost roaming the tower. "Show them my tower," he ordered. "Then make a room for them to rest."
"This is not your tower." Kanaya spoke softly to herself, so softly that even Mary, who was holding her, could not hear her.
The ghost that heard, or felt, the Necromancer's command drifted slowly in front of Mary. Mary's face blanched with fear when she faced the ghost. She receded involuntarily, and as she stepped back, the spirit floated forward a little, the distance between the two still narrowing.
"Back up! Displeased, Kanaya issued an order to the phantom Figuian with a spirit wave.
She was sure that Figuian, the ghost she had summoned and imprisoned in the tower thousands of years ago, would obey her orders. This ghost was also a necromancer before her death, and after her death, her soul was forcibly summoned from the hands of Lucius, the god of death. She imprisoned the ghost and ordered it to guard the tower, manage the other undead in the tower, and serve her. This is a spirit of great wisdom, even if it is imprisoned, it does not affect its wisdom, it will faithfully and perfectly carry out every command of the tower's master, and Kanaya believes that she is more worthy than Zorra to be called the master of the black tower.
Figuian paused, and it hesitated. It was familiar with this mental wave of command, and the ghost did not see in the usual sense of sight; all it knew about the world came from feeling. It clearly sensed in front of it a living being emitting the familiar mental waves, and the spirit of the one accompanying this living being was almost negligible. It knows to whom this mighty wave belongs, to the true master of the Tower, to the man who imprisoned it here thousands of years ago, and it cannot disobey any command from this man, never!
The spirit bowed respectfully and resigned himself to one side.
Mary was a little relieved by the ghost's absence; But the thought of spending the rest of her life in a place like this, surrounded by a Necromancer, made her regret her choice. Maybe she should have chosen death better. But the thought was instantly dispelled by the small, soft body in her arms.
The Necromancer Zorra was surprised by the spirit's change of attitude. He certainly did not know that Kanaya had given new orders to the spirits by spirit wave, and he certainly did not know that Kanaya was the former owner of the tower.
'Take them to rest! "The Necromancer commanded again.
The ghost did not hesitate to refuse to carry out Zorra's orders. Though Zorra had the power to suppress it and take the tower for himself, that power was nothing compared to the true master of the tower who had imprisoned him here forever. The ghost naturally chose to obey the orders of Kanaya, the true master of the tower.
'I command you to take them away! The Necromancer repeated the command with an aggravating tone of displeasure.
He had noticed something unusual about the ghost, but he had no idea that the ghost had ceased to obey him -- fifteen years earlier, he had overpowered the guards of the tower by his powerful magic and taken over the black tower, which had been built thousands of years before. As a Necromancer, he has absolute control over the undead in the tower as long as his power is not diminished, although most of the undead in the tower were not summoned or created by him (unless, of course, a Necromancer more powerful than him forcibly removed this control), so he attributes the unusual spirit to his bad luck today.
He didn't notice it, but Kanaya did. When she saw that the Ghost refused to carry out the orders given by the Necromancer Zorra, she knew that Figuian recognized herself and admitted that she was the true master of the black tower and no longer obeyed the Necromancer's orders.
"Obey his orders." Kanaya, with the spirit wave, once again gave orders to the phantom Figuian. She didn't want Zora to find out about her connection to the tower, which would only cause her more trouble. She did not yet have the strength to stand up to Zorra, and it was unwise to pick a fight with the Necromancer over such matters at such a time. Even if she could use the Phantom Figuian to control the undead in the tower against Zorra, she wouldn't stand a chance. It is important to know that Zorra is the Necromancer who has the ability to take the tower for himself, which means that he has successfully suppressed the tower guards led by Figuian. Figuian was also a necromancer before his death, but after becoming a ghost, he became a lich of considerable strength, and was not capable of being dealt with by ordinary Necromancers.
At any rate, she didn't want to get into an unnecessary conflict with Zora over such a pointless matter.
The ghost Figuian once more made a small salute to Kanaya, and the dark black shadow made a "please" gesture, while it reverently replied to Kanaya with a wave of spirit: "Please follow me, My Lord."
The ghost's unexpected deference to Kanaya attracted the surprise of the Necromancer Zorra. But he soon restrained himself, and only looked at his new apprentice with greater interest. He was getting more and more satisfied with his apprentice.
The ghost Figuian floats in front of Mary, guiding them through the tower.
After all, she built this tower, and by the time she died at the age of 122, she had lived in this tower for nearly a hundred years, even with her eyes closed, she could move freely in the tower. Under Figuian's leadership, she also noticed some changes in the tower. Over a thousand years had passed, and even with the blessing of magic, many parts of the tower were broken. These places must have been magically restored after Zorra took over the tower, and they are not quite the same as they were originally remembered.
The crystal ball blessed with "perpetual Illumination" illuminates the perpetual darkness inside the tower. In the pale magic light of the crystal ball, poor little Kanaya was lying on her desk, idly reading a book almost as tall as she was.
My goodness! Why is she so miserable?! Kanaya grumbled to himself as he turned the pages with difficulty. This is not what a child of her age should do! Ordinary children only learn to climb and sit when they are seven or eight months old. Although she has a strong mental force that is different from ordinary people, her body is still a human body, and there is no difference between her and ordinary people. Why does she have to read these basic magical theory books that are difficult for an adult to read? If it had not been for the fact that her little hands could not hold the pen, she would have been forced to make reading notes now! Oh - what a fate, if I had known this, I would not have let Zora know that she could read and write.
When he thought of it, Kanaya felt that he had failed as a human being.
At four months old, as soon as she could sit still with Mary holding her hands, the eager necromancer Zorra began to give her two hours of lessons every day, teaching her the basics of reading and writing in the common language.
My goodness! Are you kidding me? Teaching a four-month-old baby who can't even crawl to read and write? ! If this gets out, people will think he's crazy. Under normal circumstances, a four-month-old baby is only able to make a few single sounds. Learn to read and write? ! This is crazy!
Of course, Kanaya is not a normal situation. She was not an average baby, and the average child does not speak a sentence of two or three words until he is one and a half or two years old. At 12 days old, she could already speak fluently and even perform magic! (It was just two elementary spells, and it wasn't even her own.) To tell the truth, the two-hour class was really boring and difficult for her. Not only can she read and write the common language, she can also proficiently use the languages of several major human countries, Elvish, dwarfish and other languages!
In any case, she is also the reincarnation of the goddess of creation, and the memory of her reincarnation in the world is not there to look at, perhaps she can speak more languages than Zorra! So two hours of lessons a day meant nothing to her, and although Zora was a very good necromancer, he was utterly flunked at teaching children. Because of this, it was very hard for Kanaya to live these two hours every day.
Until a week ago, when Kanaya accidentally fell asleep while Zora was giving her a lesson. I can't blame her, it's just boring, and she's only six months old, so sleeping a little bit is normal.
The result was that the Necromancer Zorra was very angry and shook her out of her sleep. It's certainly not pleasant to be shaken awake in the middle of your sleep. As a result, between drowsiness and half-sleep, she became impatient with the Necromancer Zorra's nagging, and unwisely revealed that she could read and write.
For real! She had no intention of letting Zora know that she could read and write. She had planned to spend a year and a half with Zora, because time didn't mean much to her anyway. But now... Alas -- what bad luck!
With a sigh, Kanaya went back to staring at the book with boredom - God knows! She knew this basic theory of magic by heart without reading a book. Baby stuff like this, the only thing it does is help her fall asleep faster.
But... Kanaya glanced at a skeleton standing beside her, sent by the Necromancer Zorra to oversee her studies! For no other reason than that the Necromancer Zorra had caught her dozing off while reading too many times, so...
The unthinking, indefatigable, and utterly obedient skeleton is quite capable of supervising. Kanaya glared angrily at the upright skeleton, though she knew perfectly well that it was meaningless.
Damn it! The skeleton had been summoned by the Necromancer Zorra, not by her original undead guards in the black tower, otherwise she would have been able to sleep peacefully if she had given the order for the skeleton to keep watch.
Of course, it is not impossible that she would forcibly replace Zorra to gain control of the skeleton. Although her current body cannot withstand much force, especially a large amount of death force, she can still forcibly take control of the skeleton through Figuian. But if it did, it would be impossible for Zorra, who had been forcibly stripped of control of the skeleton, not to find out. So it would do no good at all, besides getting a lot of nagging from Zora, and it would expose her strength.
So, Kanaya is very resigned, really very, very resigned, and she just stays there staring at the book. In any case, as long as she did not fall asleep, the mindless skeleton would just stand there motionless and never disturb her. So she was free to stare boldly and openly.
Now she just stayed here physically, and the spirit had long ago gone to a place where she did not know where - the spirit traveled, which was the best way for her to pass the time now. During this period of time, she has been traveling with the help of the Spirit and spirit, and the surrounding situation has not changed much compared with that of more than a thousand years ago. Kanaya was not at all worried that Zora would find herself traveling in the Spirit Spirit; after all, Zora, though strong by human standards, was not strong enough to feel the presence of her spirit spirit. And during her spiritual travels, she kept in touch with Figuian at all times, and each time she was able to come back before Zorra could find her.
Five minutes, ten minutes, half an hour, an hour... Kanaya's dull eyes were restored, her spirit spirit had returned to its place, and with her current physical condition, the spirit spirit travel for an hour was already the limit. If she did not have to rest for a whole day after each spiritual outing, she would probably spend all her time on spiritual outings except sleeping and eating.
Apparently, after her trip, Kanaya still had to face the basic magic theory that put her to sleep.
After twenty minutes, Kanaya finally had enough.
"So boring! 'she complained loudly. It's really boring! How long are we going to stay in this tower that used to belong to her, doing all these boring things?
Once more Kanaya turned the pages with difficulty, not even looking at what was written. She knows all that stuff, anyway. Not to mention the fact that she had been reincarnated more than 1,800 years since she was the Goddess of Creation, during which time, after hundreds of years of magical research, these basic things had become an instinct for her. When it came to the depth of magical knowledge, Kanaya was confident that she could be the teacher of the Necromancer Zorra. It's just that she's in no condition to perform magic.
Truth be told, she had planned to put off the Necromancer Zorra first, and then escape with Mother Mary (yes, Mother Mary, as she called her human mother Mary) as soon as her elemental Heart experience and physical transformation were complete. She did not believe that Zorra, a tiny human necromancer, could keep up with her who had experienced the elemental Heart, completed her body transformation, and was free to use the six elemental magic.
But when she saw the black tower, and learned that the Necromancer Zorra lived in the tower she knew so well, built by her, and originally owned, it became clear to her that her plan was completely bankrupt!
In this tower, and within a radius of one kilometer around the tower, the power of Death controlled by Lucius the God of Death has an overwhelming advantage, completely suppressing the power of the six elements within the range, and of course, the power of life controlled by Limina the god of life is also suppressed.
She could not experience the elemental heart in an environment where the forces of the six elements, wind, earth, water, fire, light, and darkness, along with the forces of life, were suppressed by the forces of death.
Here she could feel most clearly the power of death under the control of Lucius, the god of death. However, the power of death, like the power of life, is a power that does not belong to the elements and cannot be controlled through the elemental heart.
Of course, she also has a way to control the power of death and the power of life, which is not attributable to the elements, but it is impossible for her to bear in her current physical condition. According to her conservative estimation, if her body wants to withstand the force of death and the force of life, which are not attributed to the elements, then she must complete the physical transformation of the heart of at least three elements.
But then again, you could say she brought it on herself. For it was she herself who placed the permanent barrier around the tower, to isolate the other powers, and to give the Force of Death this supremacy, when she first reincarnated, when she used magic to lift the rock from the earth to build this black tower, and why she had built the tower in the mountains in the first place, I had no choice but to put a barrier around the tower. Because she has too many enemies, after all, the Necromancer is the enemy of all mankind. And her methods were so extreme that she was wanted by at least 20 countries. She was one of the most wanted fugitives on the bounty list, with, if I remember correctly, a bounty of, like, 30 million crystal coins, plus a title and a fiefdom... Oh, but in the end, no one will get the bounty. She lived to the ripe old age of 122.
When I think about it now, it seems that until today, eighteen hundred years later, no wanted criminal has ever exceeded her value at that time; But... But this did not seem to be something to be proud of: Kanaya shook her little head vigorously. What is she thinking?!
Look at the hourglass. Zora's prescribed study time is almost over.
"Figuian." Kanaya used spirit waves to summon the ghost steward who wandered in the tower.
"Lord, what do you command?" The ghost Figuian emerged from the dark shadows.
'What's Mother Mary doing? It's almost lunchtime now, and she's cooking it, isn't she?"
"My Lord, the human is preparing your meal." Figuian is in charge of all the undead in the black tower, and with the exception of some forbidden places, such as her former research room, Figuian knows everything that happens in the tower and can see everywhere.
"Take me to her."
"Yes, my Lord."
Figuian, as a ghost, was able to touch objects with the help of magic, but it was clear that he could not pick up Kanaya - even if he could, Kanaya would not let him. So he followed the method used by the Necromancer Zorra, and performed a "floating technique" to make Kanaya's small body float up, and from the look of Kanaya, she seemed to be very used to moving in this way.
The study which Kanaya now used was on the second floor of the tower, near her and Mary's mother's bedroom, and near the kitchen.
If she remembered correctly, the small study in which she was now in use had been a storage room for miscellaneous items. At this thought, she began to miss her research room at the top of the tower, and the spacious and comfortable study room directly below. Unfortunately, whether it is the research room or the study, it is Zora who uses it now. The books and scrolls she had painstakingly collected, as well as her spellbooks and notes, were now Zorra's.
* Sigh * Eh. I can't be reconciled to
Say unwilling, in fact, she does not care about those things so much! I just want to complain, that's all.
"Mother Mary."
Arriving at the kitchen, Kanaya saw Mary standing at the stove with her back to the door, her shoulders shaking slightly, as if she were crying.
"Asian."
Hearing Kanaya call her, Mary quickly wiped away tears, she did not want Kanaya to worry about her.
"You're sad." Kanaya's strong spirit made her feel Mary's mood, so sad, so sad...
"No," he said. Mary shook her head and then turned the conversation in another direction.
"By the way, Asia, there's a delicious apple pie for lunch today."
In the face of Mary's forced smile, Kanaya sighed lightly. She could feel very clearly how much Mary's mother did not want to stay in this black tower, and what kept Mary going was her child, her young daughter.
In that case, we might as well... She was used to being alone anyway, she could take care of herself, and there was one of her titular teachers, Zora.
Having made up his mind, Kanaya commanded Figuian, "Get ready, I'm going to use the teleport between."
"Yes, my Lord." Figuian respectfully withdrew to do what he had to do.
Of course, the conversation between them was carried on in mental waves, and Mary could not hear it.
After the spirit had left, Mary reached out and took Kanaya in her arms, suspended in mid-air.
"Mother Mary, you come with me." Kanaya pulled Mary's clothes.
"Where are we going?" Following the path led by Kanaya, Mary carried her young daughter through the dark corridors of the black tower, not knowing where her daughter was taking her. But she still believed in Kanaya, and even relied on him a little. It was because of her daughter's maturity, which did not fit her age.
"It's almost there. Just one more turn."
Turning a corner, a delicate stone door appeared before them.
"A little further, Mother Mary, I can't reach the door." She had to. Her hands were too short. After all, she was just a baby.
Mary took a few more steps forward, and, to tell the truth, the door gave her a very uncomfortable feeling, a chill down her spine, just as the dead black tower did.
Kanaya placed his little hand gently on the door and chanted a mantra, or rather a code word. No sooner had she finished singing than the stone door opened silently.
"Inside." Kanaya motioned into the room and motioned for Mary to enter.
Mary walked hesitantly into the dark room. The moment she stepped into the room, a magic stone embedded in the wall lit up, emitting a soft, pale orange light. In the light, Mary recognized the room. There are four different magic formations inscribed on the ground of the black Flare, which are... The same room where the Necromancer took them to the black tower!
"Asia, here..." Mary wondered what Kanaya had brought her here for.
"Over there." Kanaya did not answer her question, but pointed to one of the magic circles and said, "Over there."
When Mary hesitantly approached the magic circle that Kanaya was referring to, Kanaya took a deep breath.
"Now put me down."
As she spoke, she exerted her ridiculously strong mental powers over Mary. Almost easily, Mary was completely under her control.
Mary obediently placed Kanaya next to the magic circle.
"Stand in the middle of the magic circle." Kanaya said again.
Mary was obedient this time, too.
When Mary was positioned in the center of the magic circle, Kanaya signaled that Figuian, who had been waiting by the side, would impose a "dark sleep" on Mary and let Mary sleep deeply.
Whew -- Kanaya breathed a sigh of relief. She was already tired and her nerves were tingling. Yes, her mind is strong, but her body is too weak. Just this degree of mental force use, for her current body is already relatively reluctant. In order to exercise more powerful psychic powers, she must be in a state of spiritual travel in which she abandons her body. In fact, her powers are largely constrained and limited by her human body. The clouds ~ the clouds ~ the pavilions
After catching his breath, Kanaya slowly began to condense the magic that was wandering around him. After about two or three minutes, Kanaya had coagulated enough to activate the magic of the array. The magic of agglutination had gone beyond what her body could bear, and her little face looked extremely pale and sweaty. She quickly pumped the condensed magic into the array, and the array began.
'Good-bye, Mother Mary. In the name of Canaan, God of creation, I wish you happiness and peace throughout your life." Kanaya said softly, looking at Mary, who had disappeared into the magic circle.
While just controlling Mary's mother's spirit, Kanaya also modified Mary's memory. She would no longer remember the black tower, nor anything that had happened in those months, that time had been erased from her memory forever, and her last memory would be of the destruction of the village of Cassiel, of the disaster that had killed her husband and children. Yes, in her memory, her child Kanaya had died in that disaster.
In this way Best. Good for everyone.
The Magic Circle's destination, she was set not far from the ruins of the village of Cassiel on the Malarel trail - the Malarel trail is very busy with travelers, someone should rescue her. And then... And then she'll start a whole new life...
"Teacher, are you there?" Kanaya spoke into a dark corner between teleportation.
As soon as she spoke, the Necromancer Zorra walked slowly out of the darkness into the light of the stone. He only looked at Kanaya, who was sitting beside the magic circle, and did not speak.
"I sent Mother Mary away." The first to break the silence was Kanaya. She put it so lightly that she was sure Zora had seen the whole thing and had just not stopped it.
"You are my disciple, not her." Zora shrugged indifferently. He didn't care if the woman stayed or went.
'Why didn't you run away with her? He was a little curious. If Kanaya could activate the magic circle, why didn't she run away with her mother? His little disciple was not so willing to worship him as his teacher, which he knew very well.
Kanaya smiled faintly. She was not at all like what she should have at her age.
"If I leave with you, you will come after me." I don't have the power to hide from you now, but I don't think you'd waste your time or your magic chasing Mother Mary. Mother Mary doesn't fit in here. She'll have a life of her own..."