Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 212

Episode 212: The Eve of the Storm (1)

A cozy room with dim lighting.

Three people were lying on a canopied bed decorated with thin, black curtains that slightly revealed the outside world, and bedding made of reddish, animal hair.

Two women sleeping naked.

The man with the brown hair lying in the center raised himself.

“Ugh…….”

My head is spinning.

My body is also quite uncomfortable.

Is it because I drank too much the night before?

Or is it because I moved my waist too much? Based on my experience so far, it's likely both.

Gulp, gulp.

The man who had drunk cold water got out of bed.

I went straight to the bathroom without wearing anything. I groaned deeply without realizing it as I soaked in the hot water that the servant had warmed up.

My stomach is churning and my vision is blurry, but it's okay.

Once you get used to this, it becomes a kind of stimulation. After enjoying such uncomfortable pleasure without any desire, you put on a robe and go outside.

I headed to the living room, humming a tune.

“You’re still a noob, Rotnil.”

“Oh, that’s a surprise……!”

The man, Rotnil, was startled.

I turned my head to where the voice came from. A man with tawny hair and wearing luxurious clothes was sitting on the sofa.

In a very arrogant manner.

“No… How long have you been there, Brother Valgna?”

“Be quiet. Sit down. I have something to say.”

It's an order out of the blue.

Rotnil, with a frown on his face, lay down on the opposite sofa.

The House of Estyria.

1 Prince, Valgna Bain of Estiria.

2nd Prince, Rotnil Renver of Estiria.

The two people looked at each other.

“You must be busy with the Archbishop and the Matapju matter, so what do you have to tell me? Judging from the fact that you barged in without notice, it doesn’t seem like it’s something trivial. It’s not like we can have a nice tea time or anything.”

“I told you to stop talking so arrogantly.”

“……If anyone saw me, they would think I ascended to the throne.”

Rotnil muttered softly.

As a Valgnaro who values authority, it was very annoying, but I soon tolerated it. I didn't come all the way here to waste time like that.

There was silence for a moment.

“Rotnil Renver di Estiria.”

“Why is your name…….”

“Why do you want to be king?”

suddenly?

“It’s a simple reason. If I become king, this kingdom will be in my hands. Money, power, and women, everything.”

“Yes, women. Since long ago, your main interest has been women. You are the one who cannot control your sexual desires and touches all the women around you, whether they are maids or daughters of noble families, without taking any responsibility, Rotnil.”

“No, why are you saying this all of a sudden?”

“I am talking about your true nature. And the reason I came to you was to make you an offer that will appeal to you.”

“A proposal… I don’t know what it is, but I’m curious. Well, since you came to see me in person, I’ll listen to it.”

I listened intently.

Valgna, leaning slightly forward, whispered like a snake.

“Silis. I’ll give it to you.”

"……under."

Rotnil covered his mouth.

“You’re talking about something that will cause you a lot of trouble, Brother. Silis and I are precious half-siblings who share the same father, even though we have different mothers. How can you say something like that?”

“I know you’ve wanted Silis for a long time. Well, to be honest, I can understand. Even if she’s just a doll, her looks are unmatched. And half-siblings? Do you think it’s right for you to talk about blood ties when you’ve even touched a woman from the Duke’s family who is your secret relative?”

“You did a good job of background checking. You seem to know me better than I know myself.”

1. Princess Silis.

She is a woman close to the ideal. Even though she suffered a head injury as a child and became a vegetable, her appearance is still splendid.

Like a jewel that never fades.

It's perfect for a political marriage.

Because it's something any man would want. The moment he sees it, he'll want to monopolize it. The second prince had the same thought.

Rotnil twisted the corner of his mouth.

“What is the price?”

“Announce that you are giving up your right to the throne. If you do so, I will make you the second most powerful person in the kingdom, along with the other women, including Silis.”

“Wow, you’re being generous for your age. A second-in-command and a woman. As you said, I’m really tempted.”

"then……."

“But didn’t I already tell you?”

The fangs glowed faintly.

“If I become king, I can have everything.”

“…….”

“Even if you have the king of the underworld behind you, my faction is no less significant. The nobles who support me are close to half of the total. No wonder my nickname is the prince of high society. In fact, my mother helped me a lot in this.”

The king of Estyria had four queens.

Of these, three are dead, and only the second queen, who gave birth to Lotnil, is alive. As the mistress of the royal family, her influence on society cannot be ignored.

1 The prince's gaze became cold.

“The Kingdom of Estyria has a tradition of primogeniture.”

“That is the tradition, but not now. Our Abama Ma doesn’t care who inherits the throne. Are you afraid? Are you afraid that I will defeat you?”

bang!

Valgna slammed the table.

“Rotnil, do you really think you can handle me?”

“What can’t I do?”

The air suddenly became still.

Soon, Valgna, who had left his seat, strode out.

Rotnil exhaled.

“I tried to spend as much time as possible to eliminate the faction, but now they want to hurry up and decide the match. Tsk, this is no time to relax.”

Although Valgna did taunt, to be honest, Rotnil is pushed back.

Winterthurt of Loafra.

The power of the king of the underworld is like that of a small country, so if you confront him rashly, you may be helpless.

It's impossible to do it alone.

Rotnil, who had made that judgment, thought of his younger brother.

3rd Prince Evers.

A fallen candidate for the throne.

“You said you were treated badly by the Marquis of Esperance.”

Still, it's usable enough.

If the remaining remnants are absorbed, Rotnil's faction will grow even larger, at least in the sunny areas. In the political battle, he clearly has the upper hand.

Unless there are major variables, the winner is either a given or a certainty.

'The throne is mine, Brother Valgna.'

He has a good appearance as the ruler of a country.

Rotnil headed to the bedroom without hiding his smile.

A woman's scream was heard.

* * *

Inside the flying machine of the Marquis of Esperance.

Verden and Edmon faced off in a tense atmosphere.

As the wall turned to the left, sweat ran down Edmon's cheeks.

“Asher, you… are you serious?”

"yes."

It's an answer without hesitation.

It would be very difficult to turn back that firm mind.

But Edmon was confident that he could persuade her.

“I’ll give you another chance, especially. So…….”

Okay.

Verden's hand passed by in a flash.

He turned his gaze to see what he had taken from Edmon, then threw what he was holding onto the desk.

“It's over.”

“Damn it!”

Catching a thief.

Edmon was defeated.

“Again, I’m losing again… Hey, just one more time, just one more time!”

“It seems too much.”

“Grandpa Edmon, you’ve lost seven games in a row. Isn’t it time to stop now?”

Verden and Kalia refused.

There was no respect for elders in card games. Just as Edmon was about to ask for a rematch, with his head down, a signal sounded throughout the aircraft.

“Are you almost at the capital? I’ll go out for a bit.”

“Let’s go together.”

“Wait a minute, before that, just one more game…….”

I left Edmon behind and headed towards the deck.

As the plane gradually descended below the clouds, the city came into view across the sky.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been here. Look over there, Asher.”

Kalia pointed ahead.

As we turn our heads, we see tall, thick walls and buildings packed tightly inside, bathed in sunlight.

'The capital of the Duchy, Ridron. And much more.'

Is a kingdom a kingdom?

What was particularly striking was the large forest in the center of the city. As I looked up a little further, a huge royal castle was built in the forest.

The royal capital Letia.

Finally arrived at the destination.

* * *

Slowly, slowly.

The Marquis' carriage passed through the streets of the royal capital.

The bustle of the big city outside is palpable, but it's no longer surprising. Verden has been accustomed to life outside the tower for over a year now.

The Marquis of Esperanza, sitting across from me, said:

“Asher and Kalia. You two will be invited to the palace, but your meeting with the Archbishop will be a one-on-one meeting.”

“Is there any other reason?”

“It’s a request from Archbishop Joseph. I’m sure you’re concerned about the nobles’ feelings. It’s a needless worry, though.”

Kalia has been punishing criminals for a long time.

In the process, there are more than a few nobles who are caught by her.

And Verden is a wizard that even Edmon can't fathom.

Without blinking an eye, he accepted the request, went against the royal family, and even killed the court wizard. He also set a trap for Leonil.

There was no way those two people would pay attention to the nobles.

anyway.

“You don’t have to think too hard about it, just explain the situation to the Archbishop. Instead, tell him everything, including the glory of the corpse group, without hiding anything.”

"All right."

“Yes, father.”

We arrived at the mansion while we were talking.

It was a place to stay while staying in the royal capital. As I got off the carriage and followed the butler of the mansion, Callia whispered to me from behind.

“Asher, do you have any business in the capital?”

"doesn't exist."

“I see. Then…….”

It was then that urgent footsteps were heard.

As I stopped talking and turned my head, a knight of red faith was running towards me.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty. We have an urgent message from the palace.”

“Speak.”

The butler stepped aside as quickly as he could.

Although Verden and Kalia were present, the Marquis waved his hand as if he did not care to hear. The knight reported exactly what he had heard.

"……what?"

Shock and disbelief.

All three had the same reaction.

* * *

Night in the royal capital.

Verden sat down by the window.

I was lost in thought, taking in the soft moonlight and the distant lights of the stone lantern.

Dark Warton, one of the top three magic towers among the ten magic towers.

It is a tower of a higher rank than the Bohemian tower where Verden was. Naturally, the tower lord who rules it is an absolute being who has reached transcendence.

'It is said that he pioneered a magic related to death.'

It brought back memories of the past.

Dark Warton's Magic Tower.

A black magician known as the Understander of Death and inherited the nickname Necromancer. His level of rank is unknown, and his name is also unknown.

Only a part of the surface is known, while the inside is hidden behind a veil.

'That kind of being comes here.'

Aside from the Bohemian Tower, this is the first time we've encountered a Transcendent being.

An uncontrollable excitement echoed quietly.

If it was a wizard, a sorcerer, or anyone who wanted to become a transcendent being, it would have been the same. Edmon's mouth was wide open and he even lost his voice for a moment.

Verden's reaction was relatively polite, but his feelings were not all that different.

One question came up again and again.

'How much is the gap between me now and the transcendent being?'

I didn't think I could catch up in less than two years.

I'm just curious.

Will you be able to feel the supreme power of overwhelming a 5th-tier wizard? Will you be able to reach the tip of the transcendent's toes?

This curiosity clumped in my mind.

It will be released soon.

‘… … I’m looking forward to it.’

Verden lost sleep looking outside.

The entire mansion seemed to be silent at the sudden news of the Transcendent One's visit.

A sense of silence that was secretly felt. Those who had even a little understanding of the existence of the transcendent felt its weight.

The second hand of a clock that never stops.

The long-awaited day has arrived.