Sorcerous Stabber Orphen: The Wayward Journey Volume 10 by Yoshinobu Akita

Author:Yoshinobu Akita [AKITA, YOSHINOBU]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: J-Novel Club
Published: 2021-02-03T00:00:00+00:00

A longsword with a clear blade. It almost looked like a toy, but Majic could tell by the way Salua held it that it had all the weight of a real weapon. That weight was all the evidence he needed to know that it hadn’t been made as any sort of joke. Majic recalled something Orphen had told him once about the glass swords that belonged to the assassins of the Kimluck Church, the Death Instructors.

“I’ll use this,” Salua said, narrowing his eyes. “Quo got the better of me before, but as long as I have this... I won’t lose to him.”

Majic watched him slide the sword back into its sheath with the same fluid motion, and found himself raising his voice. “There’s no way!”

A moment later, he came back to his senses, realizing that Claiomh and Salua were both giving him surprised looks. In fact, they might have forgotten he was even there. Getting irritated at the extent of the shock on their faces, he said, “Isn’t that obvious? It’s impossible.”

“...What is?” Salua asked him calmly.

Majic stared hard at the Death Instructor. “With or without that sword, we can’t beat the man in the armor... right? Only sorcery can fight against sorcery. And sorcery didn’t work against Quo. Don’t you have any sorcerous weapons like he had? If you don’t... and we go to the cathedral again, this time we’ll just get wiped out, for sure...”

“Well, I’ve heard Quo has several... although the only one he’s deciphered enough of the glyphs to use is the Sword of Moord Aur.” In the dim light provided by the lantern, Salua’s barely illuminated face was neutral. It was odd for him to be so expressionless. His face was even free of the usual sardonic grin he had on.

“Either way, even if we could get our hands on one, there’s no way to activate the sorcery without deciphering the glyphs. And that could take years, which is more than enough time for Kry— your friend to drown, right?”

For Master... to drown? It was an absurd thought. That’s what Majic thought reflexively. Orphen. Krylancelo, of the Tower of Fangs. One of the most powerful sorcerers of their time... there was no way he could die.

“...But... we still...” Majic squeezed the words out, trying to find some way to hide how much his knees were shaking. He could hear his lungs making some strange sound. “We still... shouldn’t go yet... I think.”

“What are you saying?!” Claiomh shouted.

Majic had been expecting that, but he still felt himself freeze.

She continued to shout in that shrill voice of hers, which he really didn’t want to be listening to in this confined space. “Even now, we’re taking too much time. Didn’t I tell you if we don’t hurry, Orphen’s gonna be in trouble?!”

Something cold burst inside Majic’s head. “I know!” he shouted back to her, as loud as he could.

The voice of a sorcerer, who does vocal training to better use his spells, is nothing to scoff at. When he brought the full force of his voice to bear against Claiomh, he saw her shrink back, grimacing.

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