The Step Of Palimpsest
#13

Run this horse very fast from the horse I used to ride. This horse is so trained to run, in the breath alone can cross the river that stretches, there is no sign he feels tired. However, with a very fast run this means we are still being chased. I wanted to look back to ascertain the situation, but this man's body was extremely stocky when viewed up close, his shoulders were twice as wide as mine as if I were curled up from behind a tree trunk.

"Hold Kenes' harness, Miss. I'll try to repel the magic" he said.

I followed his instructions and he stretched out his horse harness to me, so I took the correct riding position. Then, he jumped off the horse, rolling on the ground along with his sword. I stopped the horse. It seems that this person is among the rash type or wants to be a hero. The horse I was riding kept forcing me to leave, but I ordered him to remain silent.

"Are you crazy?!"

"Kenes will lead you to his house, after which you call me for help."

I swear, this man already has no attraction to keep his own life, then how will he save my life?

"He's beyond your means to deal with. We better run away together!"

"I won't be a lieutenant if I keep running away like this."

The magic allocation of magic witches and knights has a difference. Witch magic does not require any intermediary, magicians are generally able to remove magic directly from the palm of the hand, even from the gaze, the key is only concentration and control. The witch's heart and mind must be able to synchronize like the latitude and longitude of the earth, which then creates a unity that can trigger substances in themselves to react, a compound called magic.

Meanwhile, the allocation of magic for the knights was to use an intermediary, which obviously they should not cast magic in the same way as ordinary magicians or their bodies would accept the consequences. The effect is like the purple pattern in Casildo's body. However, for Casildo's troubles it was because he was born from a pair of magicians and knights. So, there was a slight flaw arising on his body.

Knights made their weapons a form of intermediary. Most of them had weapons from the family heritage, paid expensive forging for noble-class knights, and had high ranks in order to obtain priority queues for their forging weapons. Then, there's another way. They can still cast magic by hand directly, the way is to launch an attack with the help of many people at once is 'dividing' the pain corresponds to the amount of magic agreed upon by each other.

I'm not gonna let you die.

"Don't be naive, Cashel."

"I'm not naive, but optimistic."

Ah, geez, I'm tired of fighting with such a stubborn person.

The tremors on the ground grew bigger, the roar of monsters that made the goosebumps grow louder and made the birds around the tree fly away. However, I will not run away. I got off Kenes' back, I just let him run away leaving us both. Just contact Cashel put on an expression of confusion over my actions which were not if reckless. No, I can be a temporary help before the real help arrives.

"I don't like to linger in debt to people."

I walked over to him, ignoring the vibrations on the ground I was treading. I drew his sword using my magic. The way his sword glittered reflected the light signified this fine sword, plus it was already planted with additional magic ores. That is what makes the knights are required to carry an intermediary. I just need to give him a little strength for helping me. Just slightly.

Well sharpened sword, thin and sharp sword eyes. More than enough to slice the skin of living creatures, to make fear of small magic. I cut my hand to the point of drawing blood, and I poured my own blood on the surface of the sword. The sword that answered the call from my blood formed a resonance, its silver color turning red as the more blood I shed.

Cashel said nothing. The look in his eyes hinted at an understanding of who I was that was no ordinary person. After all, I suddenly appeared in the same lake, but was in the cross time 25 years ago. One more complement was to recite a spell to seal the part of me inside this sword.

"Under my lips I said a good thing. In my mind was inscribed Harkat Meraki and to always be generous giving a helping hand. On the reflection of my eyes reflected the nabastala full of glittering star clusters. I strengthen the courage of the chandrasa that engulfs the souls of the anggara."

The spell I first heard when I first opened my eyes in this world. What the father said at that time was not just words. What he said at that time, that my arrival was doomed. I am proud to be one of the witnesses of a solar eclipse that appears once every hundred years. Actually, there were many more words he said. But I can't remember it, just vaguely, once I force to remember my head was dizzy instead of clumsy.

"You're a witch."

"really. I'm blessing you."

When the red light on the sword dimmed, I handed it back to the master. He also received the sword which I had blessed with prudence and solemnity. With grace on his face he hinted by bowing his head in gratitude. Together with a deafening thunderous roar, Cashel mounted his fighting horses, brandishing the glittering sword straight towards the giant snake that was already before his eyes.

"Candrasa implies baswara. Geni. I noticed the fluidity of my heart, but Makian closed my airway. Rudira and geni are my power."

His sword emitted a fierce burning fire. The fire that had been red over time turned blue. That meant that the fire was very hot, even so the sword did not melt. Since it came from magic ore then to forge it required a higher temperature than ordinary blue flames. The sword, which was fire-resistant, could last for hundreds of years, and would not change its shape until it was passed down to seven derivatives.

"Ignis obice!"

A tail-throw came from the right direction quickly. Even so Cashel also did not lose quickly to unsheathed a sword that preserved his dignity and dignity. He slashed all sides of the tail in just one swing. The part that had been cut off was blown violently into the tree behind me. Cashel immediately advanced as soon as he saw there was a gap to attack. Wait, this magic is no ordinary magic. The severed body did not instantly become ashes, but it spat out blood.

In this world, one who could have allies was not only human. Magic also has an interest in animals, just not as much as they are interested in humans. Magic that is attracted to animals, mostly magic that is left out because it does not find a suitable frequency to bind contracts. If the snake can be that big, just imagine how much magic it has become its ally, and how long it has been sleeping in the river.

Later, this giant snake will be my father's ally. That's why he threw my body in the middle of the lake, so that I could do something at this time.