"Ideals are ideals, and stubborn people can persist for countless years for their ideals, especially for the undead."
So how thorough will her approach be?
Facing the utopia that seems to be only separated by a thin line, there is an abyss in the thin line, not a bright and smooth road. Maybe the path built from the beginning was wrong, or maybe it led to the wrong shore halfway through success. For the undead——
I murmured to myself: "Do you think it would be easier to revise it, or to simply build an updated one from scratch?"
Kellas pointed to herself and asked in surprise: "Ah? Are you asking me?"
"This is not the time to think about philosophy." I coughed awkwardly and said, "The current plan is to find a way to solve the current predicament, so the most important thing is to confirm Rebeth's current status - mainly It’s for us, if they don’t want to die, we should leave their own affairs to be resolved by themselves.”
Kellas thought for a while and said: "How about we run over and ask in person? If she insists on smashing our heads, then there is a problem. If she plans to talk to us, she is probably not prepared to do anything to us. Doing things that go too far.”
"What if you plan to talk and then smash our heads?"
Kellas was stunned for a moment, then looked at me with disdain and stuck out her tongue and said, "Don't wait here to arrange and combine. It will be over after seeing the final result. We are not beating her standing up."
I looked at the sky that reflected the strange light and sighed.
"It's troublesome..."
After passing through the relatively safe perimeter, the closer you get to Rebes, the more open the place becomes. Even the guards on Rebes' side will not come closer after reaching a certain limit.
The concentration of magic power in the air is so high that dark clusters of crystals have even appeared on the ruins, and their purity has reached the point where they can be distinguished with the naked eye.
Even a magician is not so comfortable with this feeling, just like people do not live in an environment with too high oxygen concentration. For me who has not yet entered the legendary realm, this high concentration alone The magical environment alone can make me feel a little breathless, let alone the legendary power that is right in front of me and the pressure is getting more and more serious.
But since we can walk to this place, it means that half of our suspicions are confirmed - she wants to talk to us.
From just now, the magic that was attacking Rebes but was deflected towards us had already deviated from the right track due to the interference of Ruowuowuowu's power and hit the ground aside.
It can be said to be lucky once or twice, but when more luck comes, this kind of luck can only be interpreted as...
someone's deliberate arrangement.
I raised my head and looked at Rebes who was in mid-air, not moving at all, just looking quietly at the city in the distance.
She is still wearing the same clothes as when she first met us, but the excitement and indifferent smile on her face have disappeared, replaced by a calmness that is close to compassion.
But...it's obviously peaceful, so why do I feel sad?
This doubt turned into a certain idea.
"The magic you major in is spiritual magic, right?"
Rebeth stopped looking away, looked down at us, and nodded.
She fell to the ground and kept a short distance from us. She just stood far away and looked at us.
"...That's right."
I said: "If it's spiritual magic, wouldn't it be easy to face this kind of scene? Especially for a legendary magician."
She was silent for a while, and then said: "Everyone has their own bottom line, not to mention that so far, it has not reached a level that allows me to use psychic magic."
"Then are you planning to rebuild all of this?"
"Maybe." Rebeth answered me immediately.
Although it is an ambiguous term, the meaning seems to be self-evident.
"...The country you want to build is not a fantasy, but your approach is too hasty."
Rebeth looked at me in surprise and said, "I don't understand... You should know that I am an undead, and I never lack time."
"I mean, what you did to those undead people from outside." I said cautiously, "Your behavior was too impatient. You think that the environment here, the peaceful and tranquil scene created here, can Time gradually infiltrates the people who come here, allowing everyone to spontaneously maintain this place. However, the process of this time is too short, so short that no one can realize the end of your utopia from this kind of life. What is it like."
Time... it won't change.
Time just makes people numb.
“This city is a lifeless city.”
Maybe it’s not the right word to describe the undead, but the tranquility and peace I saw was filled with a dignified and motionless quagmire. People in it could hardly move, and more people had given up and struggled. , sinking into it.
This is the disadvantage of having no ideas but only ideals.
"You wanted to build an utopia of the immortal, but now, it has failed."
Rebes seemed to be touched, and sighed softly and said: "You are right, it failed...but failure is not without cause and effect."
She smiled softly.
"Every failure is just a step on the right path, do you understand?"
The smile on Rebeth's face disappeared, and she said with a touch of sadness: "I'm not impatient, it's just because I have plenty of time, so I accept my failure, and any development route can be for the end." provides a sample of the results - including this one."
"...How long was that?" I frowned slightly.
However, even though it was just a question I was talking to myself, Rebeth answered as if she already knew what I was thinking: "It was a long, long time. Did you know? This place used to be an island in the sea. I led a group of people here to build our kingdom."
She stretched out her hand, pointed to the distant peaks and said: "But now, this is a big mountain. There was a word in my memory that was very suitable to describe it - vicissitudes of life, right? Timing is a troublesome thing, and even if it is not The memory capacity of the deceased is limited, so I have forgotten how long it was. Maybe I need to go back and look through my diary to find out."
Rebes suddenly came to me at this time, looking at me with a little confusion in her eyes.
"But... I don't understand. I have been on the wrong road for too long. I saw you in my dream, so I decided to talk to you when I saw you, but you are far more ordinary than I thought. So...why is this?"
