I Refuse To Be A Character In A Novel - Chapter 39

When they arrived in the capital by order of the king, the royal bureau re-initiated the investigation.

Looking into their origins didn’t bring much information as the foreigners spoke a different language.

However, it was indeed correct to say that they had nothing to do with magic.

The king then sent them to the holy city, where the high saint would confirm those words.

As the highest saint could recognize people’s souls rather than the body, he would be able to trace magic, even if the user was competent enough to conceal all of his mana.

Far from being a threat, the 3 individuals were as ordinary as the duke had stated.

In fact, the apprentices in the holy city felt rather compassionate towards them.

A woman and two children.

What threat could they impose?

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After months of teaching them the official language, the holy knights were finally able to get some answers.

The woman explained everything in detail.

Just like in the north, a black crack appeared in her town, near a small kindergarten, in a country called Germany.

The phenomenon however was accompanied by an air explosion.

In a fit of chaos, two crying children headed blindly towards the crack.

The woman, who was their teacher, jumped in fear, trying to protect the young children.

As such, the three of them ended up in another dimension.

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Nowadays, the woman has become quite popular among the priest apprentices.

The reason was that she had a lot of stories to tell.

The world the woman came from was similar to their own in many aspects, yet interestingly different.

Even in its history, it had no special abilities or magic, but it was still much more advanced.

The woman told them about her world.

The different continents and countries, cultures and nations, buildings and architecture.

She spoke proudly of her country, which was said to be advanced even in her world.

Perhaps her words held some lies, but no one seemed to mind.

It was the existence of another world that had them in awe.

The woman mentioned a device called a telephone.

The device based on transmitting voice waves enabled people to communicate at a distance.

The listeners opened their eyes wide in admiration.

She even said that her people were aspiring to develop it even further to communicate over a limitless range.

Long was gone the history of pigeons.

Long was gone the history of carriages as well.

The woman spoke of cars and airplanes.

Among her numerous stories, came up the train railway.

This time around, the apprentices raised their heads in pride.

For they already knew what she spoke of.

Although described differently, it was the same travel car people used in the empire.

And it was now being constructed in Rasmodia.

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“Martha~”

The woman called.

In the square of the holy city, besides the fountain, stood a little girl.

The girl didn’t answer.

As she approached, the woman called again.

“Martha?”

This time her voice held concern.

At the sound of her name, the girl slowly lifted her head.

Her hazel eyes were watery with tears.

“When can we go back home?”

The girl spoke in a foreign language.

“I want to see my parents.”

When she reached her, the woman hugged her tenderly.

She softly brushed on her long brown hair with a touch that held guilt.

If only she had protected them.

The woman had no family to return to, but the children weren’t the same.

They had parents who loved them and entrusted her with their care.

But she failed them.

The gate they passed through had already disappeared.

Even if it hadn’t, the high priest explained that they would’ve been dead if they tried to cross again shortly after coming.

Passing through the gate once almost killed the three of them as it drained them of their life energy, a certain type of discreet mana that all humans have.

‘We can’t return. Not unless that gate somehow reappears.’

Swallowing the bitter taste of that fact, the woman lied.

“We’ll go back very soon, I promise.”

Her words weren’t completely false, one of the priests had explained to her that the gate was suspected to have formed through a strong mana accumulation, so there was a chance it would form again as mana from the fallen kingdom still lingered in the north.

Because she trusted her, the girl believed her words.

She wiped her tears, wearing an innocent smile.

In her eyes was a ginger haired woman in her late twenties.

She was her kindergarten teacher and her mother’s friend.

A person to trust.

“In the meantime, why don’t you keep a diary? That way you can practice both German and Cifirian at the same time, hm? You can also tell your parents all about your time here when we return.”

“… But I don’t know how to write Cifirian.”

“You can write it in German, if you promise to practice Cifirian with me.”

The girl then smiled brightly, nodding her head.

More than practicing to speak a language as hard as Cifirian, she wanted to tell her parents of everything that happened in their absence.

A world where magic existed.

That night, a wind blew, carrying the smell of an early summer.

An adventure for one, and a cruel truth for another.