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The aftermath was somehow completed.
We walked back down to the 50th floor.
To be exact, I went down to the 50th floor with Sereraji and Niar under my arms.
The two of them were lying on my arm, chatting away.
Niar was completely exhausted.
If it was Suin, its tail and ears would probably droop.
“I don’t quite remember what I saw beyond that. I think I dreamed. What happened?”
Sereraji replied as if she had done the same thing to me.
“I can guess. It seems that he erased his memories to avoid mental contamination.”
Niar asked as if he was happy about something.
“Don’t you remember me, senior? Like me?”
It was cute and sad to see them trying to create homogeneity somehow.
But Sereraji either knew or didn't know, and he pretended not to know, smiling bashfully and letting it slide.
“I guess I remember this much because I’m always with him. After seeing a 1km-long foreign object, I’m unmoved by most things.”
It would have been cooler if it hadn't been said while tucked into my arm.
Niar clenched his fist.
“That’s great, senior. I’ll go see the 1km long object too!”
Sereraji sighed, waving her arms and legs.
“Ahhhhh! That’s not it! What’s going on? My younger brother and my disciple are both talking nonsense!”
I accepted it right away.
“That’s unfair! I haven’t said anything yet.”
She glanced up at me.
There was a tremendous amount of suspicion in his yellow eyes.
“You’re going to do it from now on! It’s obvious.”
I hesitated for a moment and then shook my head.
“Listen and judge, Niar.”
"yes yes."
“Tell the Master that I’ll borrow some grimoires containing knowledge related to the old days. I’ll have to check out the guys I saw there. Judging from the atmosphere, they seem to have been to this land quite a few times.”
Sereraji trembled and Niar looked up at me.
Her cream colored eyes with a red gradient trembled.
“Are you saying you want to take the Ivory Tower’s top secret grimoire right now?”
“You’ve seen it too. In order to solve this, the royal family must ultimately take the lead. The Ivory Tower is strong but has few people, and the Gwangmyeong Church has many people but few available personnel. The only force that can bring the two together and work together is our royal family.”
We're almost at the 50th floor.
I put down Sereraj and Niar, and the two wizards straightened their crumpled robes.
Niar muttered in resignation.
“Tell me, Master. I don’t know anything. I want to play with you.”
“I came to work!”
“Senior, you don’t want to play with me? I fought hard. Sob, sob.”
He clung to Serena and even started to act tearful.
Sereraji glanced at me and smiled wryly.
“Did you learn that too?”
Dismissed!
Then he sent electricity flying from his two fingers and touched Niar's nape.
“Whoa!”
“You remember when there was acting during the Warlock training process? Like pretending to be injured and making handprints, or pretending to groan and chanting.”
“Eek.”
“Don’t get tangled up! You’re a wizard! Where’s the courage you had that wouldn’t even let my sister’s maid in?”
“It’s okay, you’re a wizard too, senior.”
I left them both behind and headed towards Gestarte.
“Little brother? Little brother!”
Sereraji, who was held captive by Niar, desperately reached out to me, but I ignored her.
* * *
“I think you need to discipline your disciples. The church would be horrified if they saw you staring at people of the same sex with lustful eyes in broad daylight.”
I sat across from her in the splendid drawing room of the Gestalt.
She too had flown down by magic, her gorgeous dress slightly wrinkled.
A bitter smile appeared on Gestarte's lips.
“Niardo is a genius. Multi-attribute is a rare talent. However, it is said that it is a talent that is different from Sereraji’s. But that kid keeps trying to follow in my senior’s footsteps.”
“In fact, isn’t that the case for you too, Teacher?”
Gestarte shook her head and gestured to the air.
“I am a senior in the Lightning School, and I like Lightning the best, but I also know all the magic that works well with Lightning.”
Two coffee cups flew in through the air using telekinesis magic.
“Are you drinking again?”
“Can you hold out without drinking? You look tired.”
“Please add some more shots. It is my order as a member of the royal family.”
“You’re good at joking.”
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As she spoke, she brought over a glass pitcher full of thick liquid and poured more into my glass.
"ha."
As soon as the bitter liquid flowed in, my mind became clear.
“First, I’d like to borrow some grimoires.”
Sharing that precious and secret knowledge is never easy.
It was a remark that struck me as a hit.
But Gestarte nodded immediately.
“Instead, please also pass on the church information through Sereraji.”
It was the judgment of a wizard who had risen to the ranks of elders in a small society full of passion, collusion, and betrayal.
It was quite enjoyable to see big decisions being made quickly.
I smiled pleasantly and continued speaking.
“Okay, and this is a bit of a different story.”
"okay."
“Do you know the story about the crazy wind wizard who appeared in the capital?”
Gestarte tilted her head as if to tell her not to talk nonsense.
“Even though it’s not my specialty, I don’t confuse elven spirit magic with wind magic.”
“Oh, that’s what the official investigation by the royal family and the church concluded. The one who went wild that day was a crazy wind wizard.”
She opened her mouth as if she was dumbfounded, then nodded.
“Yeah. I heard about it.”
I slowly got to the point.
“It was my maid who engaged that crazy wizard, and he seemed to know something about the magic gun.”
That was impossible.
The Ivory Tower was a closed community that had been at the top of human society for a thousand years, and the Elves were a foreign race that had been hiding in the deep forest for a thousand years.
“Do you have any concerns?”
Gestarte did not answer.
In my view, it wasn't silence, it was choice of words.
A veil draped beneath a magnificent hat decorated with feathers, fruit, and lace covered her face.
Just as she realized that the hat was also enchanted with a perception-decreasing spell, she slowly opened her mouth.
“Do you know what kind of organization the Ivory Tower is?”
“I believe you are descendants of those who first stole blood and magic from the elves.”
“That’s right. And the magic gun was originally developed by the elves.”
It was a word that had the ripple effect of a firestorm.
I barely managed to avoid the crisis of almost spilling the coffee I was drinking.
“Did the elves of that era also practice metallurgy?”
“No. After being defeated once and going into hiding. I created it with the dwarves. It was a weapon to bring down the empire.”
It was something I had never heard before returning.
I leaned forward without realizing it.
"so-."
She shrugged.
“Nothing happened. They eventually failed, and we stole the data and recreated it with our own hands. That’s all.”
Steal it?
“Do you have a connection to the elves?”
That was even more amazing and scary.
“Elder Iphije of the Fire School is a half-elf, Elder Blahorn of the Dark School has purple skin and horns, and Elder Frostso of the Ice School is a half-ice spirit. If we’re just counting blood, I’m more than half elf.”
“That’s true. It’s the same for our royal family and nobles.”
“The Ivory Tower is a place where people steal the magic of other races, but they are also close to other races. And that was hundreds of years ago. It was a time when other races still existed in our society, rather than now.”
“What determines humans and other races is identity, not bloodline. I understand, Elder.”
“Okay. Be sure to take the book with you carefully.”
* * *
The imperial capital, Soletaraon, was a city with a strange climate where people burned to death in the summer and froze to death in the winter.
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm-!
One afternoon, when cicadas were chirping so loudly that my ears were about to burst, in the Platinum Knights training grounds inside the palace, where mist was rising.
"ha!"
“Higher!”
"ha!"
“Faster!”
There, the commander of the Platinum Knights of the Empire was engaged in a fierce duel with one person.
Chaeng! Chaeng! Chaeng! Chaeng!
The Platinum Knight Commander was a high-ranking official with 50 Platinum Knights and 1,000 Royal Guards under his command. He was a swordsman who had himself encountered the wall of Sword Masters, and was tacitly considered the strongest of the four Knight Commanders.
He was rolling on the floor, unable to overcome even one person.
“Ugh!”
"again!"
“Ugh, ha-!”
Imperial Swordsmanship Level 7, No Seeing, No Color.
A realm where trickery and real attacks are the same, invisible but present.
Wooooow-!
The blue mana blade, a blazing sword, drew hundreds of lines in the air.
Saaaaak! Saaaaak! Evil! Sack!
Each and every one of those attacks contained a deeper and more profound secret than that of even the most high-ranking swordsman.
However, the opponent approached, lightly deflecting all of those attacks while wearing only a mana blade that would not break the sword.
Crunch!
He moved into sword wrestling with his swords facing each other, grabbed the captain's wrist, tripped his ankle, and threw him to the ground.
Boohoo!
The giant figure of the Platinum Knight Commander soared into the sky.
bang!
The training plate armor fell back onto the wet smoke field, making a loud clang.
He slowly raised his hand and lifted his visor.
“I’ll stop here.”
The handsome man's face was stained with sweat.
“Yes. But it has improved a lot over the past few years. You are looking for naturalness rather than theft in the classics. I wondered if I could teach it well, but I learned it well.”
“Thank you for teaching me well.”
“No. You have learned it well.”
The Platinum Knight Commander stood up and bowed his head to his opponent.
The other person arrogantly accepted the greeting with a nod.
Unlike the knights, she did not wear plate armor, but only a thick cloth armor called a gambiton underneath.
She looked a little ridiculous with her head covered in a cloth helmet, but there was not a single person on this continent who could laugh at her.
Her name is Jaylilith, and she wears a thick gambit and rolls around the training ground with the knights.
He was the divine emperor of the Soletaras Empire.
“You must have seen the duel between the captain and Jim clearly, right?”
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
“Then, from now on, I will proceed with the training of the Imperial Sword. I will gradually advance from the first stage of Ilchigaego, so follow me well!”
The words that represented her were indifference and languidness, and the movement that represented her was an arrogant and static pointing finger.
But that was only what people who hadn't seen the knight training she did every afternoon said.
“Raise your elbows! Do you have elbows hanging out there? This isn’t just swordplay. When you amplify mana between your muscle fibers, the muscles inside swell and compress your blood vessels! If you don’t want to go to the priest alone when everyone else is having fun after the battle, then raise your elbows.”
He showed off his skills by standing between the knights and fighting with his sword.
“You are wielding a hammer, so why do you fight like a sword? If you seek a series of attacks that flow like water, then wield a sword. If you are wielding a hammer, then it is a one-hit kill.”
“If you put mana into the sword and throw it, it will be powerful enough. But don’t forget that it is ultimately consumable. If you want more than just a surprise attack, you will get hurt.”
He handled various weapons such as swords, daggers, spears, bows, maces, and daggers.
“When handling a powerful magic sword, you must breathe slower than with a normal sword. You must push your opponent back with a larger movement, and then finish him off with the magic engraved on the sword. Can’t you see it clearly? It’s natural when using a magic sword. It’s the same for me. Remember. The path of a magic swordsman is a path that is known but cannot be avoided. Isn’t that exactly what my twin does? Oh. Here he comes.”
It allows you to handle special weapons in a special way.
"your majesty!"
“You. Are you here? I sensed a strange aura coming from the Ivory Tower. I guess you handled it well.”
Jaylilith smiled at me.
But the golden eyes were asking what on earth had happened.
I was speechless for a moment, and she chuckled and took off her Gambison helmet.
The brilliant white hair fell in clumps.
She looked back at the knights as if she felt regret.
“Guys, I guess I’ll have to go in first. Jim’s twin has brought him some more work.”
She took off Gambison on the spot and handed it over to the maids who were standing under the shade of the maple tree.
Underneath, she was wearing only a long blouse and cotton trousers, and when looking at her from behind, she looked just like the innocent daughter of an innocent country lord.
The sunlight, torn into pieces, poured down onto her dense face.
I was wearing a uniform adorned with jewels and gold, so to someone who didn't know, it might look like my twin brother, who had risen to fame in the capital, had come up to me with his younger brother who had remained in the territory.
She said, tying her hair up appropriately.
“So how many people died this time? No. Was it your fault or the ivory tower’s fault?”
Of course, we were not permitted to have such delusions.
I smiled bitterly and began to report slowly.