True Magician

Chapter 133

Orario.

The game was interrupted due to one very 'unexpected' event, more specifically, the termination of the closed field containing the Dungeon. Ouranos had left the Prayer Room, and was now, as 3rd magic told me, at the top of the Tower of Babel. And now Morgan and I stood on the wall of the city and watched a now rather familiar scene.

Numerous monsters had burst out of the Dungeon, attacking everything around them. At first it was just the usual goblins and kobolds, but with each passing minute, the variety of monsters increased more and more. The gods raised their Familias to counter the onslaught, and the civilians mostly hid in their homes or began to flee the city altogether.

Tia was obviously greatly concerned, and even contacted me to get permission to take on the Beast form for protection. To this, I shook my head, reasoning that such a method was useless due to the endless stream of monsters, and so I sent her to the Dungeon, as only such a method could solve the problem.

My views hadn't changed in any way since visiting the last world, meaning that I didn't care, and Morgan didn't care at all. The glance she was throwing at me did pique my interest, though.

- "Is there something you want to say?" I asked, "Somehow, I feel like you're expecting something from me."

- "Why not help them?"

- "Why? Tia's already gone to the Dungeon, and it's only a matter of time before they're rescued without my interference. And as if you care about them."

- "You know, I've noticed something rather interesting," Morgan began, staring off into the distance, "When a person gets the power to rule the world and dictate to it whatever rules he wants, he doesn't, interestingly enough. I don't mean something material, like money, for example, but something more. The world in his eyes becomes gray and unremarkable, and if something manages to arouse feelings in him, he will do anything to keep that 'something'."

- "What's your point?" I raised an eyebrow.

- "Why did you agree to the mosquito's proposal?"

- "Because I could get a..."

- "A benefit? But he didn't say what kind or for whom," Morgan shook her finger. "You value everyone who lives in your home. And given what I said, it would be more logical to refuse him, wouldn't it? Still trying to keep the 'plot' alive. Still keeping us and your relatively peaceful life. But for some reason, you took him up on his offer. Why?"

- "Because I wanted to?" I said, "People want things from time to time, too."

- "That's right. A wish. Your wish."

- "I'm still missing the point of the conversation. What does this have to do with helping the people of this town?"

- "You weren't brought here by a perceived 'benefit', but by something else. You wanted something," she said, coming closer and looking into my eyes, "What was it?"

I frowned.

On second thought, her words actually made sense. It would make more sense to turn down Zelretch's offer and continue doing what I was doing. But in that case, what benefit was I hoping for? What did I want to gain or accomplish?

And at this thought, memories of the battle against the spirit came to my mind. It was then that I experienced two emotions that vividly surfaced before my eyes: excitement and satisfaction. Excitement at his strength, that he, if he had the time, could have truly challenged me with an epic and truly legendary battle. And satisfaction at what I did afterward, when I gave him another chance. A chance to understand myself and come to my own choices.