Reincarnation Band Magician

The gold he trusted most attacked him at this moment.

Mahat only had time to release the trident and use his coat to block the close attack.

【Golden from the inside...】

There was a sharp pain in my chest.

Mahat, who had the qualities of a general, used his arms as weapons and dug his golden nails into Qing's stomach.

Wanted to force him to retreat, but didn't.

Because Qing had turned the blood in the wound into crystal, the stab failed to penetrate deeply and was not fatal.

And Nightingale—a heavier sword with a pleasant sound—cut right through to the ribs.

The internal organs further on turned into gold.

Using the other person's body as a fulcrum, both people should kneel on the ground.

Very close.

The bloody smell in the nose was now filled with a hint of citrus scent.

"I hid it until the end. If I had used it at the beginning..."

"Who will come up and reveal their cards right away?"

"Too."

Blood began to flow from Qing's mouth, and he mumbled, "I win."

Mahat had no objection. Blood and sand began to flow from his chest, but he laughed happily.

He helped Qing up by supporting her shoulders. The gold had sealed the wound, and it would have to wait until Qing's magic power dissipated before it could be removed and the wound could heal.

"Yeah, I underestimated the enemy. I thought I was strong enough... I will definitely be more cautious next time."

"Mahat, the agreement from the previous trip is still valid. I have been thinking about it during this time. You may be able to get in touch with malice. We can't teach you this during our trip, ahem!"

Spitting blood, pointing to the south.

"Weize, the place where the Empire exiled its nobles. I've read in books that it's filled with self-destructive waste, naive fools, and lawless villains. With your abilities, it shouldn't be difficult to enter the Empire's barrier. If you're willing to learn more, go there."

"Are you going back to the Central Kingdoms?"

"Well, there are two reliable people there," Qing blocked his stomach with crystal, "I, we, are going to fight the Demon King."

Mahat didn't suppress his smile and saluted with his hand on his chest.

"Then I'll look forward to it. See you next time."

"Goodbye."

……

A short break on the journey: 219, Rufu adds wings

The great demon slowly floated up, and his figure disappeared into the distant sky.

As evening approached, the reddish sunlight shone on the ground, and the golden reflection that Mahat could not remove was a bit dazzling.

Fulilian quickly slid down from the crystal pillar and rushed to Qing's side to support him.

"Is your internal organs okay?"

The two swords used for support fell to the ground.

Now even breathing hurt, Qing just tapped lightly with the fingers that supported Fulilian.

In addition to the wound on the stomach, there was also a crystal-solidified wound on the shoulder, and white bones could be seen under the blurred flesh and blood.

Qing felt Fulilian's nervousness. Her body was a little tense. He endured the pain, resting his head on her shoulder, breathing softly, and spoke, "It's just a minor injury. It won't kill you."

"Stop talking."

The elf couldn't remember the last time he was truly "scared". He carefully helped Qing sit down and leaned against a large rock.

Then he quickly started rummaging through the boxes.

If we hadn't encountered Mahat at the end, this trip would have been a safe and uneventful one without any serious crisis.

Thanks to Qing's previous sorting, she quickly found the medicine she needed.

There were a bunch of things like those for flushing wounds, replenishing blood, accelerating healing...for both internal and external use.

Qing was trying to force a smile to comfort Fulilian, but he was actually in so much pain that his brows kept frowning. After seeing the pile of medicine, he could no longer maintain it.

"Fulillian?"

"These are all needed. Also, the wound needs to be sutured... The needle and thread are in your box."

"It's troublesome."

Maybe crystals can be used, but Qing remembered what the goddess said, that many abilities cannot be used after returning.

If magic is one of them... my stomach will burst open when I get back, which is a bit scary.

The elf has learned everything over the past thousand years, and although some of them have not been put into practice, she also knows some simple divine arts, such as purification, which is used to eliminate bacteria in this world.

After taking the internal and external medicines, Qing was finally sutured in excruciating pain. Afterwards, his whole body was soaked in sweat.

His body felt cold, so he took a black coat and wrapped it around him, then washed the blood off his hands.

"Don't touch it." Noticing Qing trying to touch the wound, Fulilian patted him. "Why touch the wound?"

"This is the first time I've done this. It can be considered a kind of honor... Mahat will probably need to rest for a year or two."

"Idiot, you'll have a better chance if you leave it to me."

After regaining her memory, Fulilian still feels upset about it.

In her experience, that wasn't the best opportunity.

"Flillian... I haven't taught you a lesson yet. You were too aggressive later. Are you planning to turn yourself into gold in exchange for the opportunity you mentioned?"

“You’re the radical one.”

“You’re more radical.”

"you you you……"

Fulilian covered his mouth, physically silencing him, and continued to express her opinion: "Mahat's gold cannot be destroyed by anything existing, which actually saves effort."

Qing bit her finger and said through the crack: "Who knows what will happen here, if Fulilian is thrown into a cliff crack, or rushed into the sea from the Thor Valley..."

"The demons won't do anything unnecessary with a 'corpse'."

"There are dragons nearby."

"……Too."

The monster's actions were uncontrollable, but Fulilian didn't take this into consideration.

After all, it's just a temporary solution.

"You should go back. I'll walk the rest of the way by myself."

"Ah."

Only now, after escaping from Mahat's pressure, did Qing have time to think about further things.

Where will I go after returning? How will time flow? Will I be able to use magic? Will the identity issue be resolved?

The only good news is that after emergency treatment, he has recovered some of his fighting ability. In a peaceful world, no one can be his opponent without using guns.

There was nothing special in the box. The remaining food was in it. Qing gave it to Fulilian and told her not to eat it all in one go.

The elf didn't seem to hear.

Qing didn't say anything.

After carefully cleaning the two swords, they were put on the waist, but they were not in scabbards for the time being. It seemed that in that now forgotten battle, the brave man did not have time to pass on more.

"The Hero of the South...at least tell me his name. Where is his body?"

"Maybe it was destroyed by magic. Maybe it was eaten."

"..."

Qing fell silent, slowing his breathing to ease the pain.

"We don't know what happened. Perhaps some special magic allowed him to leave here, or he was restricted somewhere by the Omniscient. Let's continue the fight."

"I've never heard of magic like that."

"It's normal for Fulilian to not know since she's lived in the forest for hundreds of years. Besides, they are both prophets."

"Just take it as it is."

After cleaning the wound and stitching it, it was almost dark. The monsters might be attracted by the bloody smell. They rarely have intelligence, and their deterrence will gradually fade away as their magic power weakens.

It's time to go.

If I continue talking, I will feel like a child who is reluctant to say goodbye to his mother before going to kindergarten.

Finally, one more thing.

"Flillian, give me a hug."

"what's up."

While asking, she had already avoided the wound and gently hugged him.

Qing put his face close to hers, opened his mouth and gently bit her neck, mumbling: "I just took some time to think about flying magic."

The idea is a bit complicated. If you want to show it all in a short time, you have to be this close so that Fulilian can feel it clearly.

The unique thinking of elves cannot be calculated by superficial time.

Under Mahat's attack, the attacks of the golden sands would be much easier to dodge if one had flying magic - although the demons would also use flying magic in return.

As someone who has truly experienced and used flying many times, no one knows how to operate magic better than him.

But when he was not with the demon clan, there was nothing he could do due to the natural physical deficiency of human beings. He was also thinking about how to mobilize the magic power along the way. During the battle, some of his feelings were even more profound.

Relying on the characteristics of the elves, I have more time to think and have some ideas, but only a few.

but--

He sucked the elf's neck and said vaguely, "If it's Fulilian, she can definitely do it."

The white-haired magician felt his trust.

"Hmm... Qing, disgusting."

"I brush my teeth every day, you lazy bastard. You ate pudding in the middle of the night without rinsing your mouth, and you still have the nerve to look down on me."

"Don't say anything unnecessary."

Fulilian wanted him to return to that peaceful world as soon as possible.

At the same time, she also had a strange feeling that she was embarrassed to describe. Her neck felt very hot, and a strange itching sensation penetrated her skin and reached her heart.

My body is a little shaky, which is weird, so I need to finish this quickly.

Qing said no more, feeling the fluctuations of magic power during flight and passed it on to Fulilian.

If it was Fulilian, with this magic, at least she would have no problem escaping.

"Flillian, promise me not to take any risks."

"……Um."

After a moment of silence, the elf nodded.

She's not stupid.

"That's it then." Qingsong let out a sigh of relief and licked the excess saliva around him to clean it up.

Certainly no mushroom flavor.

It was just the sweat and some dust from before, slightly salty.

Qing was able to stand up and got up with the help of others. In the dim light, he stared at Fulilian.