Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 119

Episode 119 Unexpected (4)

Objects that move through telekinesis.

Taking that initiative away would require a significant difference in magical manipulation ability.

Torreld is not a wizard.

It was just a re-creation of magic through the effects of a magical item. But even so, it was abnormal for the initiative to be taken away so helplessly.

Unless the opponent is a magician specializing in psychokinesis.

'But it's elemental magic?'

Torreld quickly threw himself to the side.

Even if you are wearing equipment with high magic resistance, if you are directly hit by a high-level attribute, you will likely go straight to the afterlife.

A bolt of lightning passed by where he was standing.

A situation where consciousness is momentarily taken away by Verden.

The owl, who had already climbed up the wall, did not miss it. It sharpened its eyesight and predicted Torreld's movements, then fired a warning.

───Crack!

“Ugh!?”

A golden beam of light pierced Torreld's calf.

The arrows, made of Damascus steel, easily pierced the metal leggings. The owl waved at Toreld from afar.

“Hey, this little owl!”

A sword flew towards Torreld.

The weapon he had been using just a moment ago had turned against him and was now aimed at his master. Toreld immediately used flight and fled into the air, but there were already passengers there.

"sleep……!"

Thud!

Torreld fell to the Oculus's shockwave.

A skilled wizard would have quickly regained his balance, but Torreld had relied on the power of the necklace. Naturally, his flying ability was bound to be poor.

He hit the broken wall and fell to the ground.

Blood flowed from Toreld's forehead as he raised his head. Then an arrow flew. Toreld barely managed to avoid it by rolling on the ground, and something fell before his eyes.

"……hearthstone?"

Binding magic circle, Detain.

Chains made of magical power bound Toreld.

I gritted my teeth and put strength into my whole body. But no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't budge, and it seemed like I couldn't just break it with force.

Toreld chuckled as he watched the approaching Verden and the owl.

“Haha, these kids really came here with a plan. Who would have thought they’d prepare something like this? Where on earth did you get this magic circle? Did you buy it from the magic tower?”

The magic circle was written by Verden himself. Right here, right now.

The owl glanced at Verden, then took out its dagger and approached Toreld. It was difficult to reach him with an arrow, so it intended to knock him out by striking his jaw with the handle.

Torreld thought.

'It seems like you have no intention of killing me.'

If that was what you were thinking, you wouldn't have gone to the trouble of using this magic circle.

Moreover, the owl's arrows were persistently targeting the arms and legs. In other words, they were meant to incapacitate it and then capture it alive.

'Why? Could it be that it has something to do with the nobility?'

After leaving the underworld, Toreld took on dirty work for the kingdom's nobles.

Naturally, there will be friction with other nobles behind the scenes. And since he knows about the corruption of the nobles, he must always be aware of the risk of being silenced.

I don't know exactly, but it was clear that if I got caught, I wouldn't be in good hands.

But Torreld wasn't worried at all.

An accessory hidden in the sleeve, its name is [Bracelet of Magic Nullification].

If you use this, you can easily break free of chains made of this much magical power. After that, just cut them down with the Lizard Sword on your waist and run away.

'There are guests in the dungeon, but I guess they'll figure it out.'

The wizard's identity has already been handed over.

Torreld waited for the owl to approach, hiding his smile inside. He completely relaxed his strength as if he was going to surrender, letting his guard down.

The moment the owl came within range, I planned to move immediately.

however.

Taaah!

<Stone Bolt> hit Torreld right between the eyebrows.

"ah?"

Blood flowing down. Eyes wide open.

Torreld's head fell limply at the unexpected shock.

The owl looked back.

"……what?"

“Because it’s safe.”

absence.

There was no such word in Verden's dictionary.

* * *

The owl examined Torreld's wounds.

There was blood flowing from the bulging eyebrow, but other than that, he was fine. Judging from the fact that there was no problem with his bones, it seemed like there was no problem with his brain.

'The ability to manipulate magic is top-notch.'

It was a precise control of power.

The owl was inwardly impressed and immediately took off Torreld's equipment.

Torreld's body, which was now reduced to nothing but a thousand clothes, was tied with a strong rope and his hands and feet were put in restraints to prevent him from escaping even by a single chance.

The owl, having done his job perfectly, relaxed his shoulders.

“With this, we’ve secured Torreld. But his men still remain……”

“That’s taken care of.”

On the way up to the ground, they encountered Toreld's men chasing an owl inside the castle.

They rushed at me with weapons, so I swept them away with lightning magic. After checking with my magic sense, I found that there were no more living beings that could pose a threat within the castle.

The owl nodded.

“Then there are no more variables.”

Now that you've handed Toreld's new recruits over to Kalia, the quest is complete. Of course, you'll need to distribute Toreld's equipment first.

Then Verden said,

“There is something to do before that.”

“What to do?”

dungeon.

Verden showed the wizard there to Owl.

“This is… the face I saw on the wanted poster. It looks quite horrifying. Why is this person here?”

“Well, maybe he was ordered to do so by Count Plissire.”

Torreld is closely connected with the villa of Count Flissur.

So it makes sense that the Count was chasing the wizard who had issued a flight ban with the power of the Third Prince. And then he caught him and tortured him to the point of death.

On the surface, it seemed reasonable.

But Verden added some other information here.

“But the one who was torturing me was a warlock.”

"what?"

Verden lifted the wizard's body.

A body rotting under a curse was revealed. In fact, it seemed like it was done by another warlock, but in the current situation, it didn't matter.

Above all, it was important that the Warlock and the Mage of the Flying Order were actually related. In order to naturally give information to Kalia.

“It’s definitely a curse spell. I’ve never heard of Count Plissire having anything to do with a warlock… but where is that warlock?”

Verden pointed to the side.

There was a pool of blood there.

“……You didn’t even leave a corpse behind. You’re a more merciless wizard than I thought.”

“It’s not murder, it’s suicide. And let’s stop talking here. Right now, saving the wizard’s life is the priority.”

You might have some valuable information.

As he persuaded them, the owl closely examined the wizard's condition. He had some medical knowledge of his own.

Symptoms of infection, inflammation, fever and nausea.

Soon the owl came to a conclusion.

“If you touch it wrong, you’ll die. Emergency treatment will be counterproductive. You have at most two days left to live. You have to go to Lines right away and rescue a high-ranking priest. And on the way, you have to find a priest who can save your life.”

“There’s a church in the town we visited before, so we can look for it there.”

The two carefully carried the wizard up to the ground.

We found the horse and carriage that Torreld used in the castle stables.

Verden sat down next to Toreld, his equipment, and the wizard in the carriage, to keep watch in case anything should happen.

An owl on a horse's back.

He immediately threw down the reins and started the carriage towards a nearby village.

* * *

“Phew, when it’s cold, warm tea is the best.”

The small town priest was enjoying a rest, sitting on a chair outside the church, wrapped in a blanket.

When he relaxed, his body began to shiver, but the heat of the tea in his hands and inside his body warmed even the priest's soul.

Enduring the cold and seeking warmth on your own.

It was a contradictory act, but it felt great. It was as if he had become one with nature. A smile appeared on the priest's face without him knowing it.

“It’s leisurely, leisurely.”

The world is a mess.

There are dangers everywhere, from demons, to humans, to aliens. Even while the priest is drinking tea, someone is dying. And they are dying.

But there is no way to do anything about such misfortune.

Because it is something that the priests cannot do. It is said in the old scriptures as well. Not everyone can be happy.

If that were possible, the god of light, Luas, would have made people equal.

Sadness, pain, dissatisfaction, satisfaction, happiness. We would not have created such a vast array of emotions. Humanity would be like a doll that has been created identically.

Is that really right?

A life where one does not feel guilty even though they have committed a sin, and does not even realize love, and just passes away as their lifespan grows.

I hope it is included in the scriptures again.

They say the world is a place where people shake off the dirt they have. Since the dirt that each person has is different, their lives are also different.

So where did that filth come from?

It is a natural human karma that is given to us from birth. It is as natural as the concept that darkness exists because there is light.

In other words, life is a process of washing away dirt.

Here, the end of man changes. Those who are unable to wash away their filth and become corrupted by evil will not be saved, while those who are purified will go to the side of the god of light, Luas.

It meant that life itself was a trial given by God.

And there are two criteria.

First, to yourself, and second, to Luas. Only by being honest with yourself and being acknowledged by God can you overcome trials and enter the light.

That was the doctrine of the scriptures.

In that sense, the priest was faithful.

It is not right to go to the battlefield and treat the wounded as they come across them. Even in this small town, there are critical patients and lost sheep.

Healing and guiding them was the life the priest chose.

The priest was confident.

Even if he is a member of a small church, he is a person who believes in the God of Light just like anyone else.

"……hmm?"

At that moment, a loud noise was heard from afar.

I listened closely and heard the sound of horse hooves. It was a sense of urgency that was unusual for a small town.

The carriage soon approached and stopped in front of the church.

A man wearing a green hunting hat and a mask covering half his face got down from the stable and approached the priest.

He asked.

“Are you a priest?”

“That, that’s right…….”

“How many priests are there in this village?”

“There are five people including me… Why on earth is that…?”

The owl looked the priest up and down.

A moderately aged face. The eyes were upright, but there was a wariness toward strangers.

“There is a critically ill patient. Is treatment possible?”

At the word patient, the priest immediately rose to his feet.

“I’m embarrassed to say it, but I’m the most skilled person in this village.”

“That’s good.”

The owl lifted the priest up.

“Ah, no, what the hell is this!”

“The road ahead is steep. I will donate later, so please accompany me.”

“Companion? Explain briefly… Ugh!”

In the blink of an eye, the owl loaded the priest into the carriage.

The carriage, which had set off immediately, raced down the road again. When the priest, who had gotten up late, looked back, the village was already fading away.

He let out a voice with a blank expression.

"……hijacking?"

The priest was kidnapped.