"How did you do that?" asked Old York, who had escaped from the cobwebs, puzzled, "Is it magic?" After witnessing Rhaeggar's terrifying abilities and magic, the grumpy old man unconsciously restrained his attitude—most people reacted the same way to the magic and their users who didn't know about it, fearful but distant.

"Someone else's magic, to be exact. As Old York approached, it became clearer and clearer that what had attracted him at that moment was in him. But the geist didn't snatch it right away, he knew very well that since this thing was so valued by Old York and the organization that even after twenty years of fighting, this old man would never just put it on his body so casually, he believed that if he forcibly snatched it, even if he stripped his opponent naked, he might not be able to find his target.

"A simple reasoning," he continued, "that the mages caught the spiders and imprisoned them in their insignia, but the insignia itself is not indestructible, then the insignia must have some kind of power on them that binds the spiders so that they cannot escape their cages—either in captivity or in their destruction when they attack them." And the spider who had lost his mind had apparently forgotten this, and it had destroyed the badge that had imprisoned itself with its own hands, so—" Rhaegar shrugged his shoulders.

"We must get out of here quickly," Old York said, looking at the corpse on the ground, and then at the door that had slipped away from the battle between Rhaegar and the man-eating spider, "Our opponents are very powerful, they won't rest on their laurels, and more will come to us soon." ”

"Where's little Hann?" After leaving the blacksmith shop, old York, who had been silent, suddenly asked, "He is with you, and with your strength you should be able to protect him." ”

Rhaegar was silent, and under the control of that impulse, he returned to the blacksmith without any delay, knowing nothing about the situation of the boy who had taken care of him.

"He should still be in the brothel. Rhaegar speculated, "I hid him there, and he should be safe now." ”

Even Rhaegar himself was unsure of this speculation, and he was prepared to get it directly from Old York's body if Hann was not found in that brothel, or if only his corpse was found.

It's hard to say whether it's the luck of Rhaegar or the old blacksmith who didn't know anything about the mind of the geist, and when they hurried to the brothel, Hann, who had been knocked unconscious for the first time in his life, was rubbing his dizzy head and walking out of the door of the brothel in a daze, still feeling sorry for the twenty silver coins that he had spent seemingly wrongfully - since the ** who was with him was also knocked unconscious, no one knew what had happened to them, but anyway, as soon as he entered the room, he had to pay.

"I suppose you must have a lot to say to me," said old York, in a valley somewhere outside of Dorrell, to Rhaegar who was making a fire, "who are you?"

"I want to know this too," Rhaegar whispered a spell, and a red light shot out of his fingers, igniting the wood in front of him, an act that made Hann's eyes widen in surprise, "It's a pity that I, like you, don't know anything about this." He turned his head to look at Old York, "I did lose a lot of memories, in fact, it was only recently that I gradually got some of the pieces of the past, including the magic. ”

"A magician who is proficient in combat, or a powerful warrior who can use magic?" muttered Old York, "I have a hard time imagining such a existence. He looked up at Rhaeggar, "But I'm sure you're not one of those people, who would never be able to raise someone like you who is proficient in both magic and martial arts - in fact, I believe that no one can teach anyone other than the legendary demigods - and that only those who have the direct lineage of the leader of that organization can have a summoning badge, they are all the heirs of the leader, and the organization will not sacrifice such a figure at any time." ”

"Now it's time for me to ask the same question," Rhaegar stared into the other's eyes, "who are you?"

"So, you're from the same organization as those killers?" said Rhaegar thoughtfully, after listening to Old York's story, "And the reason why they still refuse to give up chasing you after more than twenty years is not only because of your betrayal, but also because you took away the treasure they had been planning to get before leaving?"

"That treasure doesn't belong to them!" Old York, who told the story, seemed to let go of the burden in his heart and regained his true nature, "They don't even let their children go in order to get it, and I can't let the treasure fall into the hands of such a person!"

"As for the latter question, I can't explain it either," went on with Old York, "and perhaps they came to the shop to make the utensils, and only recognized me after they met, and it seems that I was still too careless." ”

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Rhaegar did not argue with Old York's words, this opposition between right and wrong, good and evil meant nothing to him, and the spirit was planning for the future at this time.

By now, he was almost certain that the thing that summoned him was the treasure that the men of Old York and the group to which the killers who pursued him had taken back from the traitors of yesteryear, and that, according to Old York's own account, had been carried with him, but if he had not volunteered, no one would have been able to get the treasure from him even if he had killed him.

In the past, this geist would never have bothered so much for a treasure he had never even seen, perhaps that treasure was precious, but it was never worth fighting against a killer organization with terrible power, but since the battle in the alley had awakened some memories of the battle, the summoning from the treasure made him fully aware of the importance of the former to him, and no matter how hard he tried, he had to get it.

"What are your plans?" Rhaegar suddenly asked, "The Hand of the Reaper will definitely send someone again, we can't compete with such a huge organization." ”

Old York's expression was as gloomy as usual, "I want you to do something for me," he said, "and take care of Hann for me after I leave, he has no parents, and I picked him up from the side of the road and raised him." ”

The teenager, who had been overwhelmed by a series of accidents, widened his eyes at this moment, "No, York!" he shouted, "I want to be with you, I'm not going anywhere..."

"Shut up, boy!" Old York yelled in a louder voice, "or I'll make your ass bloom!Listen, I'm tired of being your babysitter, and I'm going to live my life now besides trouble or trouble you've brought me." ”