Chapter 111

A gap in the orbit connecting island to island, an empty place where magic dust floated in vain.

“…”

Sylvia sat on a pile of stones in that dark, vacant lot and stared into space. Caught by the gravity of the Floating Island and revolving around it, the flow of the rocks and mana was captured in her eyes.

“Have you sorted out all your thoughts?”

Rustle-

Idnik called out the question, taking a step closer. Sylvia nodded silently. A hawk landed on her shoulder, her more agile and sharper familiar. The was dozing, lying on her thighs.

“Then what will you do?”

“…”

Sylvia looked at the countless fragments floating in the sky. The broken materials that did not form an island took someone’s shape. They were sculpting her memories.

…Deculein von Grahan Yukline. Was he just feeling guilt, pity, or sympathy for her? But how could he say that even after killing her mother, he was helping her? Sylvia recalled his blue eyes, as dazzling as crystal but infinitely cold.

…Blood ran down that beautiful face, a red that dyed him. Her mother’s blood.

“I will hate you to the death. To the end of this world. I’ll put my heart into it.”

“…”

Idnik didn’t answer. She watched the scenery Sylvia had caused, observing the torrent of her mana.

Whooooosh…

Rock fragments, sand shavings, and dying moss clung to this small area of the earth, gradually increasing in size. The things that failed to become an island and were dropped off constituted a new island.

─Idnik.

Then, a voice called out to Idnik, mysteriously as if descending from the sky. Idnik and Sylvia looked up.

“…It’s been a long time.”

There was a blue being. It was a form whose entire body was made of mana, vibrating like an illusion. The man’s perfectly sculpted body consisted of only an upper body and torso, but his height reached 2m.

“Rodran.”

Recruit Rodran; he was a transcendent existence in the magical world and the most wanted person on the Floating Island. His title, Soldier of the Gods, was derived from that bizarre appearance.

─The Voice is approaching.

“I know. What about the thing I asked for?”

Rodran looked toward Sylvia. She met his gaze.

─You are the one who killed him.

“…”

Sylvia’s face turned cold as pain like a knife stabbing her heart assailed her.