Chapter 208: Rohakhan’s Words (3)

“Please be a good teacher.”

Rohakan smiled broadly at me.

“Your talent sucks. Your achievements at your current level can be called a miracle.”

“…”

“Of course, you must have put a lot of effort into it. However, your achievements would not have been possible without a change of soul.”

Change of soul. Somehow that bothered me.

“But don’t be heartbroken. Even if you kill me today, you will always be able to meet the past me here.”

“…You mean the Rohakan from the past?”

“Yes. I made this space to stay a little longer. I left the rest of my life in this space as much as I could. There is an older Rohakan in this vineyard.”

I looked around the vineyard. Mana and time intertwined, visible to the Vision. Suddenly, the letter Rohakan left came to mind.

[Deculein, the disciple I still will meet a lot…]

“That’s why you said that I’m the disciple you’ll meet a lot.”

“Yes. I have already met the future you many times here. You who killed me and came to see me again.”

The origin of Rohakan, the World Line. He had created his world line here and now. In other words, he stretched his past and future self.

“Is that so?”

“Yes. So, for now, kill me. I’ll be able to teach you after that. You, who came after killing me, had very strong mana.”

Maybe it was because the quality of mana increased. If I killed Rohakan and enhanced the quality of my mana with the store currency, I would reach level 3, which I could be proud of even in this world.

“…Then. I will not waste time.”

“Good. Oh, there are a lot of knights down that hillside, so take them with you. I didn’t kill them, just tied them up, so they must be wandering around in their memories. With your mental strength, you will be able to save them.”

“Yes.”

I stood and activated Snowflake Obsidian. Blue and white crystals formed a straight line as if frozen in the air, taking on the shape of a blade.

“Deculein.”

Rohakan looked up into the sky as I grabbed the sword’s hilt.

“When the time comes, tell Sophien.”

Whoosh—

The leaves of the vine trembled. White grapes fluttered like snowflakes from the long branches and fell gently to the grass below.