Memoirs of a Wicked Magician - Chapter 141

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Chapter 141
Liriope had questions for Daphne anyway, so she spoke without hesitation.
“Daphne, I have a few things I’d like to ask you. Answer without holding back.”
First, she asked about the source of the suspicious Forbidden Magic that Daphne had used.
“Where did you learn this magic?”
“I found it by chance at the Magic Tower… in a Forbidden Book from the Ninth Hidden Library….”
Daphne answered haltingly, her neck stiff as if someone were forcibly controlling her.
At that moment, a faint yellow light danced across the Magic Circle that Od had drawn. The left scale of the scales, which had been tilted sharply downward, rose ever so slightly.
‘The Ninth Hidden Library?’
Liriope’s brow furrowed slightly at the unexpected answer.
The Northern Magic Tower had eight libraries in total where books, including grimoires, were collected. But there was a hidden ninth library? This was the first she’d heard of it.
“Where is it?”
“There’s a secret entrance hidden behind the seventh pillar of the Eighth Library.”
“Can anyone use the library?”
“No. You need a key.”
“A key? How many of them are there?”
“I don’t know. I only have one.”
“Have you ever seen anyone else using the library?”
“No.”
“Then give me the key you have.”
Daphne produced a small key from her pocket with stiff movements and handed it to Liriope.
The left scale rose more distinctly this time.
Liriope regarded Daphne—drenched in cold sweat—in silence for a moment, then spoke in a quieter voice.
“You mentioned Samuel’s name just now. You’ve been remembering your former student all along, haven’t you?”
“R-remembering…. I remember….”
Whether from the pressure of the situation or from physical pain, Daphne had begun to tremble so violently that her teeth chattered.
Liriope pressed on relentlessly, ignoring this.
“How? Wasn’t Samuel forgotten by everyone in the Magic Tower after that banquet?”
“I… wasn’t forgotten….”
“Why?”
“Because the Memory Manipulation Magic isn’t cast on those involved….”
A deathly silence fell over the room, where warm sunlight seeped through the windows.
In the quiet, a measured voice cut through.
“Not long ago, at that banquet, I was invited to some sort of secret gathering. There, for some reason, I felt Mana similar to yours. At first, I thought I might be mistaken. But it seems I was right after all.”
If Liriope’s senses had been any less sharp, she would never have noticed.
But that day, in that strange place, she had felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.
When Samuel led her to a secret location, flowers suddenly burst from walls and doors, blooming with grotesque eyes and mouths.
And in that sealed room, a faint Mana had permeated everything.
“That day, you’re the one who orchestrated the secret gathering, aren’t you?”
And now, in this moment, Liriope was certain her suspicion was correct.
“Y-yes, it’s true.”
Sure enough, Daphne confirmed it with trembling lips.
“Why? Why did you do such a thing? What was it all for?”
Liriope’s voice emerged strained through clenched teeth.
“Tell me everything you know about the shadow that appeared in Belegoth that day.”
“Ugh!”
At that very moment, bright red blood suddenly sprayed from Daphne’s mouth. The stationary scales trembled slightly.
Liriope realized the command had been voided.
[A strong Seal Magic is placed on that question. Let me see if I can break through it.]
Od quickly shifted his Mana as he observed the situation.
Liriope roughly grabbed Daphne by the collar and hauled her up.
“Who placed the Seal Magic on you?”
“Gasp!”
“Was it the Magic Tower Master? Or the other parties you mentioned?”
“Argh!”
“What in the world is happening at the Magic Tower? What exactly is your role in all this?!”
Daphne coughed up blood in agony, again and again.
Moreover, the veins across her entire body began to swell. This was not from Liriope’s questions, but from Od’s work breaking through the seal.
Liriope gritted her teeth as she watched Daphne’s skin begin to bruise where capillaries ruptured.
‘Od…! She’ll die at this rate!’
Soon enough, Od grudgingly withdrew his Mana.
He complained that it was Seal Magic too difficult for Liriope’s power to break.
Liriope examined Daphne with cold eyes. Daphne wavered, unable to support herself as Liriope held her by the collar.
But suddenly, Liriope’s hands and arms began to sting.
Where Daphne’s blood had touched her skin, it began to blacken and rot.
When she raised her head, her eyes met Daphne’s—all her blood vessels ruptured, staining everything red. Daphne glared at Liriope piercingly and squeezed every ounce of Mana from her fractured core.
Daphne could transform any liquid that her Mana touched into poison.
[This wretched creature, daring to rush the judgment!]
Od roared with rage, attempting to kill Daphne.
“Hngh, ahhh…!”
But why—
Before Od’s attack could land, Daphne suddenly convulsed in agony.
Screech!
The chair she kicked backward released a sickening scraping sound.
“Guh, guh-hack! Uuuahhh…!”
Daphne gripped her throat and retched violently, as if her very organs were about to spill out.
It was then that deep darkness descended upon the room.
The light from outside the window vanished in an instant, swallowed by dark clouds. It was as though an unexpected eclipse had arrived, but it was not.
A Mana thick as black swamp surged into the narrow room until it seemed ready to burst.
“Khhhgh!”
From Daphne’s gaping mouth, something pitch-black suddenly poured forth.
The translucent Wings attached to the black creature rustled before Liriope’s eyes. With each ruthless wingbeat, thick stench of blood scattered everywhere.
“Wh-what is this…… hack, why, uhhhgh!”
Daphne retched black butterflies, gasping as if suffocating.
Her eyes, streaming with tears of blood, overflowed with terror and confusion.
Liriope, frozen by the succession of unexpected events, suddenly snapped back to attention. Her grip tightened instinctively, her knuckles turning white.
“……Belkiers! Stop!”
Familiar Mana. Recognizable black butterflies. A gaze she could feel from somewhere.
Daphne’s body was now expelling chunks of rotting flesh along with blood-soaked butterflies in grotesque abundance.
Liriope sensed in this abnormal phenomenon someone’s immense malice and piercing rage.
This was unmistakably retribution and punishment on her behalf.
The killing intent directed at Daphne was so vicious that she couldn’t foresee how far Belkiers’ cruelty might extend if left unchecked.
More than anything, Liriope had no intention of killing Daphne here.
She did not want Belkiers to kill someone on her account.
As Liriope raised her voice, Belkiers’ Mana—which had been savagely clawing at Daphne’s breath—reflexively faltered.
The butterflies’ movements gradually slowed. They halted in place, their wings rustling softly as if unable to comprehend Liriope’s refusal.
From the butterfly’s gaze fixed on Liriope, a sharp emotion that had not yet faded came through.
But strangely, it seemed as though a feeling of resentment toward Liriope was mixed in. It felt as though the butterfly resented her.
Yet the black creature woven from Mana soon turned its gaze away from Liriope. Then, with drooping wings, it quietly vanished into the darkness that hung over the room.
Liriope slowly clenched and unclenched her rigid hands, catching her breath.
A moment later, she approached Daphne, who still could not stop retching.
She gently touched Daphne’s shoulders as she lay prone, turning her body, and saw the pitiful state she was in.
There were no visible external wounds, but it was clear that her internal organs had sustained severe damage.
Liriope deliberately turned away from the chunks of rotting flesh Daphne had expelled.
Liriope looked at the Magic Scales still shimmering with light, then issued a final command to Daphne before quietly leaving the room.

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