"If you figure out my name, your illusion magic will be able to warp my senses to a grand scale, right?" Ireciez spoke, an expressionless face staring at Avra. She stared back, mouth agape. Ready to speak.
But her mouth closed just as quickly as it opened. Her jaw clenched.
"My guess was right. Based on how you look a little shocked."
Ireciez used his knowledge of Liluth telling him that Avra had a sort of conditional ability. It was a gamble that he took. Risk-taking behavior.
"I guess I can't at least start a conversation with you," she spoke through gritted teeth, the words escaping like a heavy grumble.
"I'll cut you down, now. Avra Luvrold."
"Really? Will you-"
[Cast: Shadowbloom]
Just as he said, he struck Avra. It was not that he moved quickly, but it was like his presence had disappeared. The tip of his blade plunged into Avra's chest, pinning her into a tree.
She disappeared, leaving just a piece of wood that Avra had left there pinned into a tree.
Ireciez pulled the sword out. A little disappointed in himself that he fell for that. Not really.
"Did you think that was the real me? Come on... ahh... what's your name again? What am I supposed to call you?" she teased, a new form of her appearing just right behind him. That was something he did not fall for.
"The real you... is it even anywhere near here?" Ireciez wondered quietly to himself, turning around slowly, and scanning his surroundings. He slid his sword into his scabbard.
Descending to his knees, he placed his palm on the soft green grass, his fingers digging into the ground. Seconds after, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes.
Byeom...!
Mana coursed through his body, charging into the ground, and spreading across the area. A technique that was used to disperse the illusions in the area.
The bodies disappeared, along with the image of Avra. His idea was right. She was not here. How far could she be, though?
"They... all disappeared?"
"There's the General!"
"What just happened?"
Murmurs came from the army. All of them were rightfully confused. Ireciez quickly explained the situation to them, sending them back to the barracks.
. . .
. .
Ireciez stood in front of the mirror of his room.
"I have to find that girl. She's roaming around, somewhere close." Ireciez said to himself, staring at his own face in the mirror.
— I'm looking at the mirror, yet I still can't tell what kind of expression I'm making.
Ireciez leaned one hand against the mirror, pulling his cheek with the other hand to force some kind of smile. He then reached down his stomach, to feel the bandages wrapped around his abdomen.
He unwrapped the bandages, as the injury had finally healed, though leaving a scar. A scar that would need extensive healing to be completely removed.
The scar came from an individual named Rosi Unahar.
Early into the war, he had been a normal soldier who encountered the rugged General. He survived the encounter, just barely.
The scar was horizontal, slightly diagonal. Resembling vines, in a way.
Still standing in front of the mirror, he raised his arms, slipping a long-sleeved black shirt, that had a long collar that covered his chin.
Reaching into his drawer, he grabbed a hat that flattened and pushed his hair down.
A sword rested against the same dresser. The design was pretty rough. It was a curved longsword. The blade had pricks, like a saw. The hilt was nothing special, made of roughened black leather, with no hilt.
The scabbard rests on the wall next to it, a large size to accommodate the curved shape of the sword.
He grabbed black rope, and slid the sword into the scabbard, wrapping it around his back. He finally left his room, and the sun had already come down.
"Going somewhere?" Lunan asked Ireciez, as he came down.
Lunan leaned against the doorframe of the main building (the building that everything else was built around, and the building where all the generals rested), staring at Ireciez's apparel.
"I'm going out on a solo mission."
"That's way too risky. And it's late notice."
"..."
"What exactly is the solo mission for?" Lunan thought of the question of the dome. Ireciez couldn't tell if he was trying to stall him, or genuinely trying to ask him.
"It's… I'm looking for a general."
"You're looking for a general? Instead of bringing even a small militia with you, you've decided to rush into it blindly?"
"… Yes."
"Why? That's just risky."
"…"
Ireciez paused, thinking.
"Because it's so risky. That's why. It would be childish for me to say it's because of the thrill I feel, but that's the reason. I can die."
"Wow. You're a strange one. I enjoy thrill-seeking but to that extent? Let me come with you. I assume you're aware of what general you're looking for, right?"
Ireciez nodded.
"Then come on, Ireciez."
Lunan picked up the backpack beside him, throwing it on, tightening the straps around his shoulders. Ireciez was a little confused, watching blankly as he performed the act.
"Hm? Why are you so confused? I'm going with you. I have some interest in this island, as well. We can think of it as a search expedition."