I Became the Snow Woman I Made

20 – Spiral of Destiny (4)

Jewel Roblock.

After breaking through the mountains, the assassins reached a warm city. Shigira looked around intently.

There are many people.

Unlike Eustia, there is no shadow on her face, and faithfulness covers her entire face.

Those who had their roles were busy walking down the street.

“Temporary Captain. Can we find the target here?”

“Certainly, it would be difficult for an ordinary person. But there is no problem.”

Rather than a target, it is an important factor that needs to be assisted.

Those assassins were familiar with that expression.

It would be very difficult to find a single person in such a busy city with so many passers-by.

However, the situation was different if the target was Quilière. Because there are no characters that stand out.

Many people would have witnessed it if they had been walking on the streets normally.

Those who do business on the floor, not the pedestrians moving in a hurry, were more likely to remember it.

“I will search for witnesses. Follow me.”

“Yes!”

There were many shops and vendors in this commercial district. At least a few of these people will know useful information.

As she pondered who to ask, she caught something strange in her eyes.

“Hmm…?”

A stall in a vending car set up by a peddler.

There was a map in a plate that was fixed to prevent someone from stealing it. It was surprising that a precious map was sold in a place like this, but Sigilara didn’t pay attention to it.

It was a unique finish and material, glass stiase.

Apparently, I saw something similar when I went to Maurice’s shop to get information about meeting Quilière.

Why is it here?

“Hey.”

“…Yes? Ah, welcome! Take your time and look around…”

“That’s not it, but this map.”

Euristia and the Arundel Empire rarely interact. Therefore, there is no way that the map will flow all the way here.

And, Quilière said that Maurice gave him nine maps.

The peddler grinned.

“Aha, aha! You’re talking about this. Isn’t it surprising? To see that precious map in a place like this. Besides, this isn’t made by the Empire. I don’t know where it’s from, but the geography of the Titan Plains and the coast of the Lib Sea in the western part of the Empire is clear……”

The merchant proudly explained.

It was natural that it was put up for advertising effect in the first place. Because the ghost itself proves the merchant’s ability.

Sigilah interrupted her and asked.

“Exotic white clothes and blue-white hair. Is that right?”

“And… Uh, yes?”

“The person who gave me this map.”

Sigilara, an orphan, was taken in by the Krasse family and has been loyal to her ever since.

He didn’t have a proper education, so he didn’t know much about good communication. So he spat it straight out.

“···That’s······.”

Meanwhile, the peddler was engrossed.

Something went wrong. He thought he was a guest and liked it, but he was mistaken.

The purple-haired woman in front of her asked a rude question with a hard face, and the people standing upright behind her were equally expressionless.

I am not a normal person.

You should not hand over customer information without permission.

However, Sigilah noticed that reaction.

“Where did you go?”

There was power in the firm question.

Sigira had no idea, but after living half her life as an assassin, her spirit was different.

The peddler soon finished his rationalization. What would happen if I told her where I was and where I was going?

“That, I even saw him go in the direction of the central library.”

“Okay. Let me show you an example.”

Sigilah nodded and walked without hesitation.

He crashed into a library, a place he had no ties to, and took a sharp look inside.

Then a calm voice came over.

“Oh, welcome.”

It was the librarian standing inside.

She opened her eyes wide.

“Are you a group traveler?”

“…You guys wait outside.”

Sigilla, who was heading towards the counter after defeating the members, had to stop again. There was a map ‘again’.

She was neatly seated in the letter rack. Likewise, it was eustyase.

Does the woman consider maps as currency?

“If you are going to read the collection, be quiet, and if you want to borrow it, tell me—”

“The person who gave you this map, where did it go?”

“Yes? Uh, I don’t know.”

“Then what did you trade for the map?”

The librarian placed her hand on the side of her face and thought it over before she replied.

“It was a site for publications, apparently? That one.”

Following her gaze, Ganshilar reached her wooden desk. A large amount of writing was piled on top.

“But what’s the relationship with him… Uh? Hey!”

Ignoring the librarian, she went over to her desk and went through her writing. About the site of publication of the site, the new site and its characteristics.

After looking at it for a while, Sigilera took on a different color.

Somehow, it seemed that he knew where Quilière was going.

The area around the ruins was quiet.

There were guards there to prevent anyone from approaching, but they were few in number and went undetected.

Well, looking at this scene, it was worth it.

“Wow…”

Lightning struck, a gust of wind blew, and a leap forward.

New anomalies are added infrequently, and the pattern keeps changing differently.

Curiosity is a natural human desire, but the vast majority do not come to such an openly dangerous place.

Treasure hunters aiming for unexplored ruins were all the same.

They are clever and nimble, but only when, after a thorough investigation, they conclude that it is possible.

Humans are fundamentally different from fire moths.

“It’s dangerous to get close.”

I was an exception.

If it was dangerous, I wouldn’t have come from the beginning.

This place could be said to be a ruin for me.

Without hesitation, I stepped into the demonic realm where all sorts of disasters prevailed. Lightning struck me first.

The lightning that accompanied the rain fell on me vertically, and changed its course just before reaching it.

It was bizarrely bent as if it were avoiding it, and disappeared to the other side. As I was looking at the remnants of the current left in the air, an earthquake approached.

The shock that shook the ground passed except for the ground I stepped on.

“I was a little nervous, but after all…”

Danger escapes on its own.

Because these natural disasters are a kind of spirit, they have weak egos.

They probably judged me a ‘fit person’.

The concept of attribute was very important for this ruin.

So, the human species, naturally inferior to that one, couldn’t even come close.

It was necessary to be strong enough to break through the barrier of the spirits, or to have a great elemental ability or affinity with the spirits.

I was an authority in this field.

There is probably no one in the world that specializes in the snow and winter attributes as much as the Snow Woman.

When I reached the depths of the ruins, I saw the mysteriously shaped main body of the ruins. There was a palm print engraved on the entrance.

“As expected.”

Determining fit.

Only those who passed the examination were allowed to enter. As expected, it was the same as one of the types of ruins that appeared in-game.

That must have been the relic that was supposed to be sleeping.

There is no need to be afraid as it has already been proven to be suitable by avoiding disasters.

I gently put my hand on top of the pattern.

Now all I have to do is to infuse the magic with the attribute… The door has opened.

“…What?”

What is it? I haven’t even created any magic yet.

There was never anything like this when I played the original game.

Of course, it was the first time I came to this ruin as Quilière, but it was not like this even when I enjoyed it as an Elementalist, which is indispensable when it comes to attributes.

I looked inside the ruins with narrow eyes.

“Looks like nothing special.”

It was dark, but there was a faint light.

There was no sense of danger. Actually, it’s not a bad phenomenon that the entrance just opened.

Although I was suspicious, I trudged in.

After passing a certain line, the entrance door closed.

When the door was closed, the inside became brighter.

It was caused by beings like demons floating in the air. Lights of various colors drove away the darkness.

“Spirit Fluids…”

Fragments of spirits that have yet to become adults and become self. The freekes I created by pouring pure mana were adults from birth.

That’s not the usual case.

Usually, it wanders in a fluid state like this before evolving into a true spirit. It grows by ingesting the pure energy scattered throughout the physical world.

There are more than real spirits, but there are so many fairly rare fluids.

“It’s really an attribute ruin.”

There were lanterns, so it was comfortable for me.

I walked toward the heart. The surroundings brightened.

I ignored it and continued walking. A little brighter As we continued to walk without stopping, the light soon became stronger as if we were seeing an incandescent lamp up close.

I couldn’t stand it, so I went crazy.

“Why do you follow me?”

It was.

The spirit’s fluids, like lanterns, followed me softly. Every time I meet a new fluid, I always flinch and then stick to my back.

It made my eyes hurt.

When I glared at them with discomfort, they wriggled as if they wanted to say something. I had no clue what it meant.

I can’t communicate. I let out a cold breath and took my feet off.

“Don’t follow me.”

But the guys didn’t listen.

They immediately chased after me like children chasing a disinfectant truck. My eyes were cold again, so I had no choice but to revise my request.

“… Come away.”

Fortunately, it didn’t seem like he was deaf.

As if he understood this, he slightly distanced himself. The intense light receded and drifted softly.

I let out a sigh.

“A prequel…”

What I was doing was similar to those troublemakers.

It’s a shame they aren’t bad kids. After that, I was able to move forward unhindered.

The key to this ruin is the attribute itself, so there were no demonic hindrances.

The wide aisle was reduced and gradually gathered in one place. After a while, it became a single road where two people could barely stand side by side.

At the end was an altar.

“It’s arrival.”

It was both an end and a beginning.

There was an object reminiscent of a blue crystal on top of the altar, and this is a relic.

The foundation of this ruin and one of the things I needed, the amplification artifact ‘Catalyst’.

The ruins where the Catalyst is located do not require any strength or wisdom, but ‘pure attributes’.

This is due to the characteristics of the artifact.

So, if you satisfy the ‘spirit’s will’ embedded in the artifact by injecting elemental power, ownership will pass.

“It’s a test of sorts.”

What was prepared only for that examination was the spirit’s will. It is faint enough to disappear once the test is over, and that’s why those who are clumsy are thrown out at the door, let alone challenged.

Catalyst is an artifact that ranks high as a property catalyst.

It was a test that most elementals couldn’t even dare.

I touched the Catalyst slightly nervous. Cool touch. It was a moment when I focused on my senses and infused them with strength.

Koo Goo Goong-!

The ruins shook.

I was flustered by the effects of the earthquake, so I took a posture to avoid falling. Fortunately, the vibration that came suddenly did not become stronger and gradually decreased.

What was it, as I was rolling my eyes, I heard a voice.

-Winter···It is······.

I looked back in amazement and was surprised once more.

A blurry figure swayed above the blue crystal, Catalyst.

It’s much bigger than a fluid, and the force it emits is incomparable. It was the will of the spirit within the artifact.

-You can’t come back… No, that can’t be the case… Then what the heck…

Will was talking gibberish, so I couldn’t understand what he was saying. Judging by his wrinkled appearance, he looked quite old.

But how did this happen when the will manifested itself? If it were as it should be, I would have conducted the test without saying anything to minimize the consumption of power.

At that time, the guy’s shape became more blurry.

In the first place, the moment the will is expressed, it does not last long.

The spirit’s will urgently shouted.

-It’s a new winter… Please tell me… Please send him… Back to the underground…

“A guy?”

What are you talking about?

-He is sleeping in a landfill… A landfill whose history is unspeakable… A terrible place… Now is your chance….

The ‘Demonic Scene of the West’ came out of his mouth.

I knew very well that my face was hardened.

-Too many disasters have been scattered across the continent… If it remains as it is, the continent… The world…

“·······.”

I watched him with a hard expression.

I couldn’t understand what he was talking about.

But he didn’t like it.

Cool, cool, the dry coughing will finished the words as if squeezing them out.

-Before it wakes up… Before it gets stronger… Please… Please…

The spirit’s will, which had been vomited out with difficulty, disappeared without a sound. I don’t know who he is.

It may exist somewhere, or it may be that only the will of the spirit that has already disappeared is left.

Still, he was branded as unlikable.

“Why did you ask me for that?”

The official final boss of the Four Seasons War.

Black Calamity Mahabharata.

It is a wall of wailing for beginner users, skilled players catch them with all sorts of graduation items, and old people play with them wearing only one bizarre costume they made.

It was a tough enemy that I could never defeat.

Above all, I am a dragged body.

To someone who doesn’t know what a god is. But risking your only life to face that monster?

“Whoever wants to.”

A strong sense of repulsion swept through his body.

No one could force me to catch him.

If you don’t like me, don’t do it.

Of course, if I let the disaster run amok and the continent falls into chaos, I might be in danger too.

But the guy just said it clearly.

Calamity now lies dormant in landfills.

“Why wake me when I go to sleep?”

Being asleep means being safe.

At least for the time being, I shouldn’t have worried.

And spirits are beings that live for an eternity unless they are destroyed by external pressure.

It was said that the concept of time is different from that of humans.

There was no need to be shaken just because he said that a disaster would wake up right away and turn the world upside down.

They are the kind of people who will make a fuss and prepare for the destruction of the world in tens of thousands of years.

“I don’t do it. I don’t catch it.”

I shook my head and cut off my thoughts.

My policy has not changed since before.

I will live a second life only for my interest. I have no intention of doing good even by sacrificing.

All I have to do is to give grace to a person who will become prosperous in the future like Artan.

I will save my life if it’s bad luck, and I’ll focus on the pleasure of the moment rather than the distant future. I’ll take care of one more than ten people.

I·······.

“…I will be happy.”

Even in this world.

After swearing again, I grabbed the Catalyst.