Chapter 458

The corners of her mouth were raised skillfully, as if she didn't care about anything anymore, but the endless regret and sadness could be seen clearly in the amber eyes she was looking at herself.

"I can't go back... I really can't go back." Gresta sighed softly and let go of the hand holding Isabella's cheek.

"So, Teacher Gresta, are you so kind to me because I look like her? Is it because my name is also Isabella?"

"..."

Gresta did not answer, but remained silent.

During the magic talent test, when Gresta asked Isabella to cast the Death Curse on herself, she said like a joke, "I didn't accept the seventh-level Death Curse with my face."

I thought it was a joke, but after hearing Gresta's story, Isabella realized that it was not a joke.

As for the horrific things that Gresta has done, whether she has cast all forbidden magic or taken away 90% of the lives on the continent, the reasons have not been explained in detail.

"Teacher Gresta, what was the reason why you cast those forbidden spells more than three hundred years ago?"

[She almost destroyed the entire continent, robbed nearly 90% of the lives, and devastated the entire world. 】

[I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself at that time...]

"--Why?"

Nothingness, chaos, scarlet...the scene three hundred years ago flashes in my memory.

A tearing sting came from her brain, causing Gresta's expression to suddenly distort. Isabella could feel the huge force coming from Gresta's hand holding her shoulders, as if she was going to crush her into pieces. In arms.

"We just want each other to live! Isabella, you hopeless idiot! I already said I would hate you for this, why do I do that?!"

"Teacher Gresta!?"

"Why did you take away the death that should have belonged to me!?" Gresta's eyes were horrifying, as if she had lost her mind, and her eyes turned into steel nails and pierced Isabella's heart.

In front of me is a figure that is almost exactly the same as my favorite friend.

Asking about things she no longer wanted to remember made Gresta feel crushed.

But looking at those blue eyes that were almost exactly like hers. The long eyelashes fluttered with the blinking of the eyes, reflecting the jewel-like eyes so clearly that they seemed to be able to speak.

It was as if he couldn't keep any secrets in front of those eyes, just like he did many, many years ago... They talked about everything.

"I want to return all this to you...but I can't..." Gresta covered her forehead in pain, her teeth grinding together as if she was going to bite the other person into pieces.

Magic is a collection of rational materialism. No matter how special the forbidden magic is, it is still magic after all.

It can be stopped and reversible before it is fully formed.

But when the casting is completed, the price exchanged can no longer be recovered.

At that time, in Isabella's tree house, when Gresta opened her eyes again on the cold floor, she felt a body that was full of energy and seemed to be reborn.

His five senses were so clear that he could even detect airflow and the sound of bird feathers flapping... and Isabella's body lying on his chest in his arms had completely lost its temperature.

"--Why?"

Why are you so selfish at this time?

If two people lose the half of their world that belongs to each other, no one wants to bear the pain of being alone again. In a long life, it seems that they have experienced the most beautiful fireworks that bloomed for a moment.

If the world had always been dark and lonely, I could have endured the darkness alone, but someone opened the curtain for me and led me into the light...

From the day the two met, Frias knew that as an immortal species, what would eventually happen when you become best friends with a human being is separation.

But that kind of feeling was like poison, making her unable to stop and temporarily unable to think about the separation that would come later.

They are both lonely souls, embracing each other in a desolate world, making each other bloom...

But after all, it is just a short-lived flower. When one of them falls, the flower that blooms alone in the wilderness of nothingness will no longer have the possibility of being appreciated by others for its beauty, even if it can keep blooming.

Then simply burn it all.

The reason why forbidden magic is classified as taboo is precisely because of its power. If it cannot be used in the right place, it will lead to the most terrible destruction.

Isabella has been warning Gresta about the dangers of forbidden magic, but she has been secretly studying it herself.

"That's not fair...!"

Holding her friend's cold body in her arms and crying her tears again and again, Gresta finally chose to put her down temporarily, got up from the ground, and stumbled to the bookshelf.

She blew the lock to pieces with a wave of her wand - hysteria gradually filled her beautiful amber eyes.

Gently touching the old yellowed pages with his fingertips, he came into contact with the forbidden power.

Gresta wants to resurrect Isabella.

No matter what the cost.

Even if she has to sacrifice the lives of other people, she will not hesitate to do anything as long as she can achieve her own goal.

["She has a bad personality, is insidious, cunning, and vicious. She will do anything to achieve her goals." Leticia clasped her fingers, "I really said nothing wrong about any of this."]

It is not difficult to resurrect a person using the power of a forbidden spell.

But it is impossible for a person who has been resurrected by the power of a forbidden curse to resurrect the person who sacrificed his life to resurrect her because of the power of the forbidden spell...

Gresta is carrying Isabella's life and is bound by such cause and effect. No matter what, she cannot resurrect Isabella. This has even reached a paradox of power level and cannot be controlled by humans at all. break in.

Even if Gresta didn't believe in this evil, she tried again and again and obtained the witch's eyes that could see through cause and effect and transcend time.

There is no way to resurrect Isabella Frias.

It was only then, when she suddenly looked back, that Gresta realized that she was already in an abyss.

Everything is irreversible, I can only accept it, and then spend the life that belongs to Isabella in a long period of suffering.

Chapter 51: The Atoning Man

Brisac National Calendar, 1101, summer, dark star.

The sound of the evening wind blowing through the leaves in the forest echoed around. Gresta knelt down in front of a small grave, caressing the cold tombstone.

"...I'm sorry, Isabella, I can't imagine what the world would be like without you."

Human beings can spend their lives in confusion because their lives are short, less than a hundred years.

But people who have been cursed by a long time, if they lose their final goal, there is no point in continuing to live——

Just like Leticia answered Cheng Rang's question before.

"If you hadn't met me and you had achieved the ultimate intention of the curse, in that case... what would you have done?"

Her bitter smile was breathtakingly beautiful.

"In that case, I will burn everything I own, and then sleep in the eternal fire of karma...forever."

The simple wooden wand was held tightly in Gresta's hand and raised upward.

"One last thing, column

Tisia de Gesebrissac - I will keep the promise I made to you and prove that I have not lied to you again. "

"I, Gresta Via, the twelfth-level witch who was rejected by you from the gate of conjuration..."

"Will be your...giver of the dead."

The long spell echoed in the forest as the tip of Gresta's staff shot toward the sky with brilliant light.

In this empty forest with no temperature anymore.

[Forbidden Fire Spell—Scorching Star Fall...]

Rumble....

The deep purple night sky was suddenly ignited, burning the red and blue moons, and the world-destroying fire rain descended brilliantly. At this moment...Gresta played the song that belongs to the Durunoy continent. , this lament of withered life.

In the blazing red waves, the pair of amber eyes no longer existed, leaving only the black and white vertical pupils, exuding a strange aura, swaying quietly on the scorched earth.

The reason why Gresta cast those forbidden spells more than three hundred years ago.

Why?

Because that's all I can do...

Then it seemed that the memory after that was interrupted. Gresta suddenly pulled away from the out-of-control state. The broom flying in the air shook violently a few times and slowly stopped in mid-air.

Gresta's breathing was rapid. She closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously. When she opened them again, Isabella's frightened face appeared in front of her.

"Teacher Gresta...are you okay?"

"No, I... No, I'm fine...!"

The flying broom accelerated again, and the two of them were speechless on the road.

Feeling the approaching magic wave, Bubble, who was lying on the ground, raised his head and looked up at the sky, discovering Gresta's broom and the two people sitting on it who had returned from the dusty setting with the setting sun.

"Hey, you guys are back, meow? I'm taking care of my house and haven't slept!"

The only thing that greeted the bubbles was the flying string of extra-large grilled fish hanging on the broom head.

She quickly stretched out her paws to catch it, and started to chew on it.

"That's what it tastes like, meow!"

After dispatching this greedy loli dragon, Gresta went straight back to her room without saying a word and slammed the door.

The unattended broom swayed and leaned against the door, looking just like an ordinary broom. And Isabella stood in front of the door of Gresta's room. Her hand that wanted to knock on the door was hanging in the air. She hesitated for a long time but could not stop, and finally returned to her room.

It's getting dark... I'm very tired today, so I'd better rest early.

Isabella lay on the bed tossing and turning, her mind still full of images of Gresta when she lost control of her emotions.

At a certain moment, the way she looked at her was completely different from before. There was indescribable emotion in it, and it even made her heart twitch.

There were tears in those amber eyes, but they seemed to be dried up by the fire-like hatred in them in the next second.

How complex emotions are they? It was impossible for Isabella to understand Gresta's story based only on her few words.

But the only thing she could understand at this time was that she knew that the so-called "immortality" or "eternal life" in the eyes of some people was not a beautiful ability.

But for them who have intelligence and emotion and are bound by time... almost endless torture and curse.

...

While thinking wildly, I fell asleep on the bed at some point. When Isabella was woken up by Gresta's knock on the door, it was already very late.

The dew in the morning had long disappeared, and I slept until the morning after a long absence.

"Wake up, it's already eleven o'clock in the morning."

"Teacher Gresta...ah! It's already so late. Sorry, I'll get up right now!"

Busily arranging her clothes and messy hair, Isabella opened the door while muttering under her breath why she suddenly overslept.

"Three more minutes...and it'll be ready in no time!"

"Isabella."

"yes!"

Gresta's expression was calm, as if she had adjusted her mood a long time ago, and there was no trace of her gaffe yesterday.

"You haven't said hello yet."

"...Huh?" Isabella was combing her hair back with her hairband in her mouth. If her long hair didn't have time to take care of, it would be more convenient to just tie it up. She looked at Gresta at the door and winked at her. .

Then he neatly held his hair, flexibly pulled the long hair into a ponytail with the hair rope in his mouth, and raised a smile.

"Good morning, Teacher Gresta!"

"...Just call me by my last name, like her."

Isabella didn't hear Gresta's murmur clearly.

"Hey, what did you say?"

"No, it's nothing. You got up too late today and didn't have breakfast." Gresta turned and left.

"...Uh, yes."

Following Gresta's footsteps out of the room, I immediately saw the black-haired Loli lying on the lawn in front of the Witch's House, basking in the sun.

Isabella frowned and hurriedly walked over to smooth out the rolled up skirt.

"Bubbles, how many times have I told you that you have to pay attention to your appearance when you look like a human being? At least wear your underwear properly!"