The Guild Master of Demon Hunters that the Empire is Obsessed With

45 – Farewell at Dawn (7)

By the way, did Schlesie ever have a wizard?

Captain Vivian said it was not in the border guards, and it was not on the list given by Clemence.

Still, Schlesi is not a rural village, but rather a border town, so I wonder if there is at least one person there.

In order to maintain close contact with the imperial castle, a wizard is organized one by one in the direct jurisdiction.

I mean here.

Let’s ask Clemence again.

I don’t know what that is, but if I show it to the wizard, I think he’ll get a rough answer.

It’s a relic of a high wizard, and it keeps vibrating, and in case of emergency, it shoots a beam of light through a griffin.

It’s not an ordinary thing.

Hmm, but there is one more strange thing.

Looking back on the time when it vibrated, there is something in common.

That’s when I think it would be nice to have a wizard in my guild.

Then, by coincidence, it vibrated.

When I’m not there, when Leana is alone in the guild, if I try to estimate the time, it’s probably similar to when I’m looking at Clemence’s list and wondering if there are any wizards.

Could it be that it reads and responds to people’s minds?

Then is the real Orléans spirit over there?

Or something completely new?

Orléans is a gentle and learned man.

He’s a really nice guy, if not for that crazy maniac.

That’s why I can’t guess at all what he might have done over there.

It would be difficult if that beam were to be fired again in the guild.

“That won’t happen.”

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“No one will know that. Mana is unstable.”

“That’s not true. It’s a matter of formulas and operating methods, not magic.”

“I’m not a wizard, so that’s it… Huh?”

Who am I talking to?

I turned around and screamed in shock.

Someone of small stature was sitting on top of the wooden box where my clothes and the farewell of dawn were placed.

Silver hair and a somewhat familiar blue robe bathed in the slowly setting afternoon sun.

The deep blue eyes stared at me.

“What the hell?! Orleans?!”

Damn it! Nightrend is right next to him….

“Is that my name?”

Orléans, no, I don’t know exactly, but anyway, the person slightly lowered his gaze, as if pondering something.

What are you talking about again? Is that your name?

I calmed my excitement and looked at the person again carefully.

Although Orléans looks like a woman, her physique itself is not.

She is very tall and has fairly broad shoulders.

But that person in front of me looks smaller than me.

Looking closely at her face, she was slightly different from Orléans.

Silver hair, sea blue eyes, and a calm and serious expression itself were taiyaki, but what can I say.

Should I say that the lines are softer and gentler?

So it’s not Orléans, but a completely different entity?

After looking down at the floor for a while, he opened his mouth.

“I am not Orléans.”

“Then who are you?”

“I…”

“Secretary! What are you doing?”

Then the back door burst open and Leanna and Celestine ran out.

“Aww! A mad wizard!”

Seeing him, Celestine squealed and tried to unleash her divine power.

“Wait a minute! I don’t think it’s Orléans.”

“They look exactly the same!?”

“No, wait a minute. Let’s talk a little bit.”

In the meantime, he muttered again, ‘I am not Orléans’.

Leanna whispered to Celestine, squinting at him.

“Is that the wizard?”

“Yes. It looks just like that. It seems that it has gotten smaller for some reason, but…”

“Didn’t you say he was a man?”

“It’s true that he’s a man, but he looks like a woman. No, but he seems to have gotten younger and prettier, so what?”

While Celestine and Leanna whispered, I cleared my throat and asked him.

“Isn’t it Orléans?”

“I am not Orléans.”

“Then what is it? A farewell at dawn?”

“What is parting at dawn?”

He dropped his gaze and shut his mouth as if thinking about an answer to my question.

The three of us held our breath and waited for him to speak.

After a while, the man raised his head and said.

“I don’t know.”

My eyes met Leana’s.

Then Leanna smiled at her and she said to him.

“Come inside first. I don’t know who it is, but how about a cup of tea or a light meal?”

The man stared at Leana for a while and slowly got up from the wooden box.

He is much shorter than Orléans.

That’s like Orleans, but not Orleans.

His shoulders are narrow and he is short. The voice is completely different.

Something similar to Orléans.

So what is it?

Reincarnation of Orléans? Formation of the Essence of Magical Power?

As Leana and Celestine took him into the guild, I got out of the bathtub and quickly washed myself.

I need to find out what it is and why it appeared.

And if you know how to use magic, you’ll have to somehow conciliate and capture it.

This could be a great opportunity to get a wizard for free.

Whatever that was.

As I picked up the clothes from the top of the wooden box, the parting at dawn was nowhere to be found.

* * * * *

When I came inside, he was sitting quietly at a round table, sipping tea.

Leah I’m sitting right next to her taking some bread from her bread basket.

Celestine sat across from her completely and looked at him with her fearful eyes.

It must have been because he saw Orléans’ tremendous power back then in Elodie Village.

He sat down on the chair right next to me, but he didn’t even look at me and tore the bread with his small, delicate hands.

“I have more than one question.”

He mumbles bread without saying anything.

Is it because he doesn’t want to answer, or is he just talking too little?

“You don’t know about Orléans? He’s a wizard who looks just like you.”

“I am not Orléans.”

“I think I’ve heard that phrase three or four times already. If it’s not Orléans, what is it?”

“I don’t know.”

This is a dodol ticket.

“So what do you remember?”

“A scarred back.”

“Huh?”

“It was the first time I saw it when I opened my eyes.”

Are you talking about my back?

Then I guess that’s parting at dawn.

Seeing that he said he had no memory until he suddenly appeared on top of a wooden box.

Besides, the parting at dawn has disappeared without a trace.

“Then no matter how much you think about it, it’s a farewell at dawn.”

“What is that?”

I explained to him what parting at dawn was and how I got it.

The look in his eyes as he quietly listens to the story is as if he is really looking at Orléans.

All the explanations were over, but the man tore up the bread and put it in his mouth without any reaction.

“Do you remember what happened during the day? I shot the griffin to death with a beam of light.”

“I don’t know.”

Didn’t you hear or see anything when it was a jewel?

It must be very difficult to get the information you want when you talk so little.

“What else do you remember?”

The man shook his head slowly.

Hmm…. This is true He talks very little.

Summarizing the contents of the conversation, that is the farewell at dawn.

I don’t remember anything and I don’t even know what Orléans is.

Is it Orleans who has lost his memories of his previous life?

Or was it intentionally created by Orléans?

I couldn’t figure out anything.

“Do you know how to use magic?”

“A little.”

As soon as I finished speaking, a money bag appeared in front of my eyes.

“It’s money!!”

“Money?”

Leanna tilted her head at my words.

“Here’s the money.”

“Yes?”

Leanna looked at me with her eyes genuinely strange.

The moment I saw those eyes, I realized what the situation was like.

Could this be an illusion?

“It’s money!!”

This time Leanna shouted, her eyes wide open.

There is nothing in front of Leana.

“Ouch! No! Secretary! Don’t come any closer!”

Suddenly, Celestine jumped up from her chair in fright.

“If you put that in your mouth, you’ll vomit!!”

What the hell did you see?

“What kind of magic is this?”

I asked, and he said quietly, still keeping his eyes on the bread.

“An illusion projecting each person’s aspirations.”

If that statement is true, then this is a great advanced magic.

The attack magic used by ordinary wizards is not only flashy in appearance, but very basic.

Things like this that can look into the psychology of others are real magic.

“Then can I use other magic?”

But the man stopped answering and focused on eating the bread.

I want to hear the answer I want even if I grab him by the collar and shake him, but I can’t.

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“It’s too big! I’d rather be on the other side…”

At that time, Celestine, who was making a fuss, suddenly stared blankly into space.

“Huh? I’m sure it was earlier…”

Celestine looked around stupidly, met Leana’s eyes, and breathed in a sigh.

“Hey?! Guildmaster! I’m sorry! That’s not it! No, that’s really weird?!”

This time, Celestine looked at me sitting in a chair and wept.

“Surely the secretary… Did this and that…? What is it? Did I become an idiot…?”

I didn’t become a fool, I was originally a fool.

“Oh, this isn’t it… It must have just been… Hohehehe!!”

Suddenly, Celestine screamed and ran upstairs.

Whoops, that and that.

The person who actually cast the welcome magic just picked up bread with indifferent eyes.