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Chapter 28 – Day 27 of Living in the Demonic Land
The whole area is covered in white fog. No, it’s in the clouds. The temperature is low.
“It’s cold.”
“Yes.”
We ate breakfast, rubbing our hands together. We swallowed the hard bread as we walked, trying to warm up a little. Cher’s teeth were chattering. My hands were shaking, too.
There was no point in not being able to move, so we used a little magic and warmed ourselves by the fire.
We didn’t have much food with us, so I discussed with Cher that we should probably leave the island by noon.
We explored the floating island a bit despite the poor visibility. We looked for the ruins drawn in P.J.’s notebook, but we couldn’t find them. There were no signs of conflict or human bones in the village, and all that was left were rusted pots and hammers.
“So they just disappeared?”
“Disappeared?”
Maybe the people who lived here ran away. I went to the edge of the island, but I couldn’t see the ground because of the clouds.
“Even if they ran away, the only way is through the chains.”
But it seems like those chains are just there to hold the island in place.
“Maybe they can fly?” Cher said.
It seems that they can fly a bit with wind magic. But where is there a tribe with such flying abilities?
I’ve never heard of them. I think they should be more famous in history.
When I went around the edge of the island, I found a gravestone.
There are letters carved into a large, flat rock.
‘Here lies Peter Jefferson.’
“Huh? P.J.!”
I froze as I looked at the words in my notebook.
If P.J. is buried here, then who is the white skeleton in the cave? Could they be bandits?
I don’t know, but at least I know that a person named P.J. used to live on this floating island. I packed as many of the village’s tools into my bag as I could and decided to go down to the surface.
None of the tools seem to have magic circles drawn on them. Is P.J. different from the person who made the magic swords and knives? If so, does that mean that P.J.’s notebook was written by the two of them together? Or does it mean that the notebook was taken from this island by a thief who knows how to use magic circles?
The mystery only deepens.
It was around noon when we descended the chains. The chains were unbelievably cold, although I hadn’t felt it when I went up.
I climbed down the chains carefully, breathing on my hands and warming my body with magic.
“Hah, hah…”
I was using up both my physical strength and my magic, so I had to be careful. My energy was quickly depleted.
After many breaks, it was evening when we reached the ground.
The leafbird in my bag was on the verge of death, so I cast a healing spell on it and somehow managed to bring it back to life.
“Pyoo!”
Now that we were on the ground, we no longer had to worry about falling, and our energy had returned.
It seemed that the leafbird had become too cold and couldn’t move right away.
“Let’s rest for a while.”
Cher sat on the ground and stared at her hands. She seemed to be very aware of her lack of strength.
After warming them in my hands for a while, the leafbird flew up, and I saw it flying north, so I put magic power into my legs.
To be honest, I don’t know if the magic will last until I get home, but I feel like I’ll die if I don’t escape the desert by nightfall. They say the desert nights can get down to freezing. I don’t think I could survive freezing to death two nights in a row. I’m just trying to find out what’s in my land. What’s the point of dying?
“All right, let’s go!”
I encourage Cher, who is crouching, and we run. My feet get stuck in the sand, but I have to keep going.
The sandworm attacks us when we are weak. I would have avoided it if I could, but it seemed like it would follow us forever if we didn’t defeat it.
“Go!”
I sent Cher after the leafbird and sliced the sandworm in two with my magic sword.
As long as I could escape, that would be fine.
I thought so, but it was stubborn, so in the end, I had to cut off its head, which took time.
I left the materials, magic stones, and flesh behind. I had to catch up with Cher quickly.
The sky began to darken.
In the twilight, I ran as fast as I could, using the dust trail left by Cher as a guide.
By the time I reached the entrance to the forest, I was running out of magic, and my consciousness was fading, but I had to keep going. When Cher defeated the Poison Scorpions, she dragged me with her as we headed north.
I rested for a while, regained some of my magic, and immediately set off north.
You never know what kind of monsters might be lurking in the pitch-black forest.
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
I could tell that a large group of monsters were following us.
It looks like we can’t escape.
I don’t even know what kind of monster it is, but I don’t think we can win if we fight it. I channeled magic into the ground, causing it to rise and create a hole with earth magic. We entered the makeshift cave and buried the entrance with earth magic.
I left a small air hole, but the legs of the insects were restlessly thrust into it.
Since Cher fought back with fire magic, I told her to use wind magic.
Oxygen is precious in a confined space.
For a while, the legs kept going in and out of the air hole, but then they stopped. I don’t know if they went somewhere or changed their strategy, but after that, the legs never went to the air hole again.
I felt a little relieved, but then I suddenly felt sleepy.
I leaned against Cher and let go of consciousness.
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