The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

was what having the same blood meant.

“Are you afraid of Ra? Who is he for you to be afraid of? You said it was to keep us safe! Then you should have done that until the end!”

She knew.

How did her brother not even visit them? When she thought of that, she felt pain and sadness, as if her heart was breaking.

“I too! How much pain I… went through!”

Sarah no longer blamed Jamie.
She didn’t even know what to say.
As her emotions ran high, she blurted out the words that came to her mind.

“The first time I killed someone, I couldn’t sleep.
Still, I thought of Mom and Brother and that I should help too, so I continued and tried so hard.”

Thinking that her brother was in more pain, she swung her sword so hard, thinking that she shouldn’t have collapsed at her current level, and she didn’t hesitate to kill.

However, the person she worked hard for didn’t care even about their family.

If she hadn’t known, it wouldn’t have been more painful.

‘I shouldn’t have asked.’

Then Isis wouldn’t have told her the truth.

If she hadn’t listened to anything, she would have just trained to be strong.

So what now?

What would she do after becoming stronger?

In the end, becoming stronger was just one step higher, right?

It was then….

Woong.

She felt a vibration run down her back.
She grabbed it and pulled it out.

The golden stick.

It was the keepsake left by Shiva.

“I don’t need this anymore….”

Thinking that she didn’t need to raise the sword, she threw the stick to the ground.

‘Hehe.
Success is not the only thing in this world.
You might fail several times along the way.
When you keep failing, your self-confidence will go down, and there will be times when you want to give up everything in deep frustration.
And that is the most important time for you to push harder.’

The words of Shiva passed through her mind.

She put the stick down.

She looked at the stick and bit her lower lip.
Success is not the only thing in this world.

The path she would take could be wrong, and there might be a situation where everything she thought was wrong and she might have to start from scratch.

If she won’t give up, then someday….
Right.
One day, she might reach her goal.

Shiva meant that.

“Shiva… I think I have a weak heart.”

She prided herself on being strong, but she broke down too easily.
She held the stick in both hands.

A faint glow began to flow.
A warmth touched her cold hands and filled her body.

-You are a child who can do it.

She suddenly heard a voice.

Sarah got up.
Her chest was still enraged, and she was in pain as if she was being torn apart.

When she thought of her mother, she felt like crying, and the thought of her brother made her angry.

She thought it would be better to stop.
But it was just for a second.

So.

“It is very difficult to rise from failure.”

Woong.

As if responding to her, the stick vibrated.

Sarah laughed and put the stick back into her waistband.

“Sure, I need to do it.”

After a failure, there might be another failure.
Actually, this may also end up being a failure.

She might not end up being successful at all, and the ending she might get could be bad or sad.

But she would still move forward.

She wasn’t sure if this was right, but crying wasn’t going to change anything.

She learned from Shiva.

“If I don’t give up, then someday.”

Sarah was at a crossroads.

And she walked forward.

The first place she had to visit was already decided.

“Let’s go to Teacher.”

Isis was brewing tea.

Shiva’s funeral would be tomorrow morning, so she wanted to use the free time she got.
Mayatrey also went out to look around, so she was alone.

She said that she wouldn’t meet anyone until tomorrow, so no one came to visit her.

No.
There was one person, but she might not come today.

‘It’s very likely she won’t come.’

It was normal to fall apart.

Rather, it would be amazing if she would rise up instead of collapsing.
Isis wanted Sarah to be a great person.

It was because if she could stand up after such a setback, she would have the power to do anything.
But she had never seen anyone like that in her life.

‘One of them is Jamie.’

Can the Jamie of this day be that kind of person?

She didn’t know.

Isis put the tea on the table and sat down.
With a suffocating feeling, she looked at the Dragon Slayer ‘Gram’ across the room.

On the day the Dragon Lord was beheaded, that sword also lost all its power and turned into a normal sword.

But it will be revived now.
She didn’t know why, but she just felt it.

It felt as if their souls were connected—probably because she has been wielding it for a long time—and it felt like the weapon would regain its life again.

‘I hope Sarah does it too.’

Like the will of that sword, she hoped Sarah would also find a reason to get up.

And didn’t she take her as her first disciple?

At first, she cared because Sarah was Jamie’s sister, but now it wasn’t like that.

After leaving Jamie, she now respects Sarah.

That child felt so precious.

“Phew.”

Isis sighed briefly and took a sip of tea.
Then, she put down the cup as she heard the sound of distant footsteps.

Her lips formed a smile.

“Teacher!”

A light brown-haired girl came in through the door.

Contrary to her appearance, her eyes were filled with passion.

To the point where Isis wondered if this was the same child who just ran away looking lost.

Sarah said,

“How to be strong.
Please tell me.”