Mage Legend-Chapter 832 - 59: Loss_3

"That's only temporary, I believe in that." Zilvra gently embraced Lynch's neck, stroking his chin as she said, "You will eventually remember."

"I... I remember, I am a great warrior, a warrior who has slain the Magic God. I am so sure of that, and that's all I have left," Lynch said. "But even that is illusory. I'm gradually becoming a shell, living, yet unable to feel or experience. I have no past to compare with the present."

"Liar!" Zilvra pinched Lynch lightly. "If you really thought that, why don't you push me away now? You let everyone else leave, yet you never keep your guard up against me, why is that?"

"Perhaps there's a mark deeper than memory, deeper than all those spells, etched within me," Lynch lowered his head, slowly closing his eyes. "If one day, just like the impression of the universe's greatest warrior, this mark about you also vanishes, what should I do then?"

"With me by your side, why would you need that mark?" Zilvra replied with a laugh. "In this aspect, you're just like before you lost your memory, inexplicably worried about everything, never relaxing."

Lynch didn't refute her words. He just closed his eyes, giving up those worries, giving up the frustration brought on by memory loss, and for the first time found peace in sleep, for the first time no longer feared waking up tomorrow. Even the physical pain caused by the Martial Monk turned into a sweet memory under Zilvra's gentle caress. Lynch sat on the cold ground, his head resting in a warm and comfortable crook of an arm, sinking into a pleasant and restful slumber.

The relocation of the Five Realms Fortress was proceeding very smoothly, apart from a few minor probes and disturbances by the Snake-men, there were no interruptions. Most of the immovable items were left in this fortress, many of which would be burned in the raging fire. But people believed that once the shadows and clouds dispersed, homes could be rebuilt on that rubble. As long as hope and life remained, the endless wheat waves of the Pate Plain would surely reappear.

The All-Knowing Tower undertook most of the transportation work, sparing the majority of the populace the toil of arduous travel. Initially, many people were hesitant to board this massive fortress—even though they could see the city every day, actually riding it was a different matter.

Under the guidance and "protection" of the Knights, the relocation progressed smoothly. Now, except for the castle's core area, all other rooms were packed with passengers. Fortunately, when the All-Knowing Tower was built, ample space had been reserved for all different races, and with the power of magic, even though from a distance the entire castle didn't seem large, it could fit all the people from the Five Realms Fortress with room to spare.

Zilvra disliked such noisy environments, so she continued to ride the Black Dragon with Lynch in the sky. Lynch had no worries now, solely enjoying his "holiday."

After multiple attempts, Wislin and others had given up hope of having Knight Macken heal Lynch. No matter how powerful the Hand of Healing of Light God Pate was, it had no effective impact on the magical marks formed by arcane spells. Therefore, any threats of war, clashes between good and evil, the responsibility to save the people from fire and water, all were irrelevant to him. Lynch's only duty now was to lay comfortably on Zilvra's lap, letting the sun warm his face, resting peacefully and calmly.

"You suit riding on a dragon's back, Lynch," Zilvra said softly. "When I first got on, I was all over the place, but you can lie there so comfortably."

"Mhm..." Lynch adjusted his head's position but did not reply.

"That's because I am very cautious, allowing you to sleep there!" The Black Dragon turned its head, with greenish acidic mist constantly escaping from its nostrils. "My injuries aren't fully healed, yet I have to endure such long journeys! Truly not worth it!"

"Not worth it? Didn't my sister heal you?" Zilvra said. "Besides, the Five Realms Fortress's contract disappeared without a trace. You think I wouldn't know it's in your hands?"

"Speaking of which, why do you still carry me?" Lynch reached out and patted the Black Dragon's neck, asking, "I'm no longer that Mage, and you also told Zilvra you're strong and always trying to escape."

"Escape? That's a rumor, a slander!" The Black Dragon said, "I am a loyal creature, absolutely adhering to my oath!"

Lynch and Zilvra exchanged smiles, neither believing that there wasn't a grain of truth in the Black Dragon's words. Yet Lynch said, "If I regain my memory, I will set you free, truly free."

"Then I do hope you regain your memory," the Black Dragon said. "Every magic should have a solution, sometimes the solution isn't what it is, but who needs to undo it. If a Mage as powerful as the past Lynch could be found, perhaps there's hope."

"Knight Macken said Lynch could recover gradually," Zilvra said. "Though I don't quite believe that old man's words, it's best not to think too much about it now." The Dark Elf lowered her head, gazing upon the comfortably lying Lynch, tidying his hair as she spoke, "Since we met, there's never been such a peaceful moment..."

"The calm in the eye of a storm," Lynch suddenly said.

The Black Dragon interjected, "Master Lynch, if I had a choice, I'd agree with Miss Zilvra, the farther away from this battle, the better. Even though that Half-Elf Savior and the old Macken are very powerful, they still wouldn't match the Great Serpent. As for that one throwing punches, there's some mystery, but I don't want to count on him. If... hold on!"

The Black Dragon suddenly squinted its eyes, its wings folded to its sides, spewing clouds to conceal its figure. It stared towards a mountain valley, its muscles tensing and quivering uncontrollably.

"Too strong!" It quickly fled that area, whispering to Zilvra and Lynch, "I don't know what it is, but I feel a cold yet intensely hot power. Fortunately, it's not coming toward us, but slowly heading north to the mountains. Maybe it's a traveler from another dimension, but I'd advise against disturbing it."

"Maybe it could..."

"Don't take that risk," the Black Dragon warned.

Indeed, no creature dared to approach that area, all steering well clear. Not because the Traveler was inherently exuding fear, but because his clothes were stained with the dried blood of Death Demons. To have defeated demons was already a remarkable feat, but the bloodstains on this man came from thousands of demonic beings.

He seemed aware of this too, gently waving the Magic Wand in his hand. A thin mist removed those green, yellow, and brown bloodstains, revealing his sleek, black Mage robes underneath. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Oh, Lynch, your Concealing Magic is getting more adept," he said softly, the reproach in his voice mingled with a hint of praise. "But I will find you, old friend."

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