Mahoyaku Mainstory 2 - 6.7
Sep. 11th, 2022 01:06 amShylock: …u…Ugh….uu…
The flame wasn't put out.
I started panicking and looked at Figaro and Oz, who just looked at eachother.
Shylock's palm got sweaty.
Being in excruciating pain, his fingernails dug into the back of my hand.
However, as if to not hurt me, he relaxed every time he came to his senses.
My panic worsened.
Akira: I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!
Even though I can do it normally…
Figaro: It's alright, Master Sage.
Calm down, let's take slow breaths.
Figaro: Faust, sit over here. Become a divider.
Don't let the Master Sage see Shylock.
Faust: Got it.
Master Sage, look into my eyes.
Let's count to 10 seconds together, okay?
Faust's body blocked my vision.
Holding onto Shylock's fingers, I looked at Faust.
A lot of people's voices rush back and forth between my thoughts at the same time.
Figaro: Shylock.
I have a small suggestion.
I can block your sense of pain if you want.
Figaro: But that pain is also a warning.
While blocking your sense of pain, you'll temporarily lose your strength.
How about it? Do you think you can trust me?
Shylock: …ugh…Both pain and pleasure, they're mine…
Please don't take them away from me…
Figaro: Aha ha…
That's the part of you I like~
Shylock: …uu…Fu fu…
Acting as if it's tolerable is also fun…
…ah…Master Sage, please don't worry about it.
That laugh that covered up his pain made me want to cry.
I tightened my grip on Shylock's fingers.
Akira: I can do it!
Just like I did with Oz or Mithra.
I can definitely…
Faust: Akira, we understand.
You're always there to help us out.
It's alright to not panic.
Looking at my face, Faust rubs circles onto my back.
The warmth was so gentle, I seriously ended up crying.
Even though Shylock was the one who should've been crying.
Akira: (Why? For what reason?)
Akira: (Even though I want to be the one standing strong right now…!)
Snow: How about patting the flames out?
White: That might extinguish them.
Hearing the twins' voices, I reached my hand out towards Shylock's chest.
The flame showed no signs of going out.
Suddenly, it shot up.
I felt a strong heat that almost burnt my fingers.
Before my hand could actually get burnt, Faust caught my hand.
Faust: Akira…!
Oz: Vox Nox
Oz recited his spell.
With a jerk of his body, his head dropped, and Shylock lost consciousness.
The flames still burnt brightly over the unconscious body.
Figaro looked at Oz with an appalled expression.
Figaro: Were you even listening?
Shylock literally said he didn't wanna let go of his senses or his ego.
Oz: So what?
If Shylock isn't in any pain, the Sage will stop crying too.
Figaro: You really just cover up anything you don't want to see without a care for others' ego, huh?
Figaro started in a stern tone while Oz glared at him with discontent.
I finally came to my senses again and took Faust's hand in mine.
Akira: Faust, I'm so sorry! Because of me, your hand…
Faust: It's nothing. I'm used to burns.
Figaro: …Is that supposed to be a joke?
Snow: We're so sorry, Dear Sage.
White: We shouldn't have suggested that when you weren't in the right state of mind.
Snow: Still, we are grateful.
White: We didn't expect you to worry about us wizards to such an extent.
The twins then laughed happily.
Faust carefully laid the unconscious Shylock on the sofa.
In the meantime, the flames extinguished, making Faust breathe a sigh of relief.
Oz and Figaro had a dangerous aura surrounding them however.
I honestly didn't know how I should feel about it at all.
Akira: (I couldn't help Shylock…)
(At this rate, what will I do about Arthur…)
The flame wasn't put out.
I started panicking and looked at Figaro and Oz, who just looked at eachother.
Shylock's palm got sweaty.
Being in excruciating pain, his fingernails dug into the back of my hand.
However, as if to not hurt me, he relaxed every time he came to his senses.
My panic worsened.
Akira: I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!
Even though I can do it normally…
Figaro: It's alright, Master Sage.
Calm down, let's take slow breaths.
Figaro: Faust, sit over here. Become a divider.
Don't let the Master Sage see Shylock.
Faust: Got it.
Master Sage, look into my eyes.
Let's count to 10 seconds together, okay?
Faust's body blocked my vision.
Holding onto Shylock's fingers, I looked at Faust.
A lot of people's voices rush back and forth between my thoughts at the same time.
Figaro: Shylock.
I have a small suggestion.
I can block your sense of pain if you want.
Figaro: But that pain is also a warning.
While blocking your sense of pain, you'll temporarily lose your strength.
How about it? Do you think you can trust me?
Shylock: …ugh…Both pain and pleasure, they're mine…
Please don't take them away from me…
Figaro: Aha ha…
That's the part of you I like~
Shylock: …uu…Fu fu…
Acting as if it's tolerable is also fun…
…ah…Master Sage, please don't worry about it.
That laugh that covered up his pain made me want to cry.
I tightened my grip on Shylock's fingers.
Akira: I can do it!
Just like I did with Oz or Mithra.
I can definitely…
Faust: Akira, we understand.
You're always there to help us out.
It's alright to not panic.
Looking at my face, Faust rubs circles onto my back.
The warmth was so gentle, I seriously ended up crying.
Even though Shylock was the one who should've been crying.
Akira: (Why? For what reason?)
Akira: (Even though I want to be the one standing strong right now…!)
Snow: How about patting the flames out?
White: That might extinguish them.
Hearing the twins' voices, I reached my hand out towards Shylock's chest.
The flame showed no signs of going out.
Suddenly, it shot up.
I felt a strong heat that almost burnt my fingers.
Before my hand could actually get burnt, Faust caught my hand.
Faust: Akira…!
Oz: Vox Nox
Oz recited his spell.
With a jerk of his body, his head dropped, and Shylock lost consciousness.
The flames still burnt brightly over the unconscious body.
Figaro looked at Oz with an appalled expression.
Figaro: Were you even listening?
Shylock literally said he didn't wanna let go of his senses or his ego.
Oz: So what?
If Shylock isn't in any pain, the Sage will stop crying too.
Figaro: You really just cover up anything you don't want to see without a care for others' ego, huh?
Figaro started in a stern tone while Oz glared at him with discontent.
I finally came to my senses again and took Faust's hand in mine.
Akira: Faust, I'm so sorry! Because of me, your hand…
Faust: It's nothing. I'm used to burns.
Figaro: …Is that supposed to be a joke?
Snow: We're so sorry, Dear Sage.
White: We shouldn't have suggested that when you weren't in the right state of mind.
Snow: Still, we are grateful.
White: We didn't expect you to worry about us wizards to such an extent.
The twins then laughed happily.
Faust carefully laid the unconscious Shylock on the sofa.
In the meantime, the flames extinguished, making Faust breathe a sigh of relief.
Oz and Figaro had a dangerous aura surrounding them however.
I honestly didn't know how I should feel about it at all.
Akira: (I couldn't help Shylock…)
(At this rate, what will I do about Arthur…)