Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 273

Epilogue to Episode 273 (1)

The sound of shoeprints echoes throughout the royal city of Esnoren.

Silis, wearing a platinum dress, walked down the hallway without a moment's hesitation. She walked confidently, completely oblivious to her past as a doll.

But there was no fuss as if it were natural.

No one, including the soldiers and knights guarding the castle and even Prime Minister Palorand, found it strange to see Silis walking on her own two feet.

───Kuung.

Silis entered the royal bedroom.

A secret place that no one dares approach. In the midst of the luxuries and splendor, the King of Estyria and his first prince, Valgna, were there.

Two people sitting facing each other on chairs.

He was staring diagonally downwards, his eyes blankly open. His breathing and blinking were all repeated regularly, as if he were a machine.

Those who inherited the blood of the Estyrian royal family gathered together.

Silis, who had been staring at the space in silence for a while, approached and whispered softly.

“Asher left. Abba Mama and Uncle.”

“…….”

There was no answer.

But Silis let out a sigh as if vomiting.

“I finally feel like it’s over… The castle is so vast, and the mere presence or absence of one person makes it feel so different.”

It was like the magic tower of Dark Warton.

A gaze that seemed to pierce through her, who was pretending to be a doll. The coldness still lingered in her senses.

Certainly, when compared to Leonil, who had the heart of a witch, there was an insurmountable difference in class.

“Those kinds of people are the ones who rule the world. Not just one country.”

“…….”

“Your Majesty Abba would have wished for something similar. A great king who would wield absolute power not only across the kingdom but across the entire continent, and whose name would be remembered throughout history… Regardless of what would happen to his mother or the Kingdom of Estiria. My brother wanted to cling to Abba Mama and inherit his power.”

It was an excessive desire that did not fit the topic.

That's why many people died. The invisible blood and tears flowed like a river.

If it were up to me, I'd kill them both.

I wanted to see them die in screams.

Of course, I have no intention of taking action directly. Silis has a new goal, and these two have roles to play in it.

“From now on, I will change that dream, completely.”

Silis's eyes are dyed with twilight.

The sinister energy flowing from the slender fingertips seeped into the heads of the King and First Prince of Estyria.

Having already lost their sense of reason, they could not help but be led by the dreams that clouded their thoughts.

Crunch, crunch.

Two people had small seizures.

My head is shaking and my hands and feet are twitching intermittently. My body is trying with all its might to resist the witch's magic, but it's no use.

Because the initiative was already lost a long time ago.

“Uh…… Uh……!”

“Ugh…… Ugh…….”

The subject of the king and prince is lost.

But there is nothing they can do about it.

Everything will flow according to the will of Silis. Eating, walking, breathing, and even death.

These were the chains and punishment she imposed.

Still, it wouldn't be so bad for the two of them.

No matter what happens on the inside, on the outside you will live a life befitting a king.

Silis smiled faintly.

This is her new dream to come true. The kingdom of Estyria, ruled by witches, will be different than before.

certainly.

* * *

The weather in the afternoon was sunny.

The warmth of the sunlight and the winter air blended together pleasantly.

Kalia looked at her right hand, not even noticing that the tea in front of her was cooling down.

He carefully caressed the bracelet with the blue gem on it, a smile on his lips. The Marquis of Esperance, who was staring at him, sighed.

“Was that really that good?”

“I received a gift, how could it not be nice?”

“Don’t read too much into it. It’s probably just a farewell gift.”

“……!”

Kalia shrugged her shoulders.

The Marquis of Esperance lightly clicked his tongue at the sight of her unable to hide her agitation.

“Tsk, I gave you a seat, but you can’t even speak properly because you’re afraid of being rejected. I wish you had shown the same courage you showed when you swung your sword back then.”

“……There are steps to moving forward.”

“When on earth will we meet again? Are we just going to keep going step by step until we grow old and die?”

The Marquis's words pierced my heart.

Kalia, who had been silent for a moment, avoided eye contact and sipped her tea.

“Then, why don’t I just go look for it?”

“In the world, that is called obsession.”

“I am closer to integrity.”

“I guess that’s what you think. I wonder what Asher would think if he heard that.”

“Even if you are a father, you cannot read people’s minds.”

“It’s better than you who has never met a single person.”

Kalia was speechless.

I tried to say something in rebuttal, but nothing came to mind.

I blankly opened my mouth and turned my head away. No matter what, the conversation just now was a little bit hurtful.

The Marquis and his daughter.

They were high-ranking nobles, but now they were just ordinary parents and children. They spoke to each other naturally, things they would never normally say.

I don't know why.

Maybe it's because I have more peace of mind.

The Marquis of Esperance was quite pleased with this situation. He put down his teacup and spoke softly.

“If you have any regrets, you should have at least tried to catch them.”

“……I don’t want to be a stumbling block.”

Asher had a goal.

Even if she couldn't support him, she absolutely couldn't stand in his way. Kalia remembers the evil, distorted face she had seen once.

“But it’s difficult for me to help you with the power I have now. I’m still very immature.”

“That’s true.”

“……Anyway. In that sense, I have a favor to ask of you, Father.”

Their eyes met each other's.

There was firmness in his crimson eyes.

“Please leave the role of mediator to Roafra to me.”

“……!”

The Marquis furrowed his brows.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

“What is your intention?”

“It’s to develop my limited abilities.”

“It’s ability.”

I repeated the word once.

It was only a moment before I finished thinking.

“If you want to grow, there are countless paths. You can learn from me and Melzard. Or, how about going to the Western Continent to study like your brothers? Your mother will be there too, so you won’t be lonely.”

“I want to learn from my father.”

"hmm……."

The Marquis tapped the armrest.

“It is never easy to govern people. The underworld forces under the control of Wintert are even more so. Furthermore, given the nature of Loaf, they will be wary of the Marquis of Esperenza. Simple hard-line or conciliatory measures will not work. Of course, they will not be hostile to each other rashly… but if you suppress them too strongly, they will swing their claws.”

“That’s why I’m going to try it. Because it’s not something that everyone can do.”

Kalia's resolve was firm.

Even though I know it's difficult, I'll try.

The Marquis stood up from his seat and approached the window. He looked out at the garden of the mansion and spoke.

“It’s a reckless decision.”

“I think it’s better than my father who rebelled…….”

The Marquis chuckled at the precise rebuttal.

As expected, the one who inherited his personality was none other than Kalia. So, it would be impossible to forcibly break her stubbornness.

Because whatever you do will be completely useless.

The past marquises were also like that.

“Okay, I will allow it.”

“Thank you, Father.”

“Instead, before being dispatched to Roafra, you should further raise your level through sparring with me and Melzard until the first half of next year. At least in the underworld, there is no greater deterrent than force.”

It was as I had hoped.

Kalia smiled and nodded willingly. Thus, the mediator to be dispatched to Loafra was decided.

Callia de Esperanza.

She won't stand still.

* * *

“It’s passing! It’s passing!”

“Hey! Be careful not to collapse down there!”

City of Arsen.

Dozens of workers were moving busily in the busy downtown area.

We were in the middle of working on the exterior and interior of a spacious five-story building.

A cafe across from the construction site.

Fernet enjoyed tea time on the terrace with a clear view of the outside. It was the leisure of a man who had gone from being a mere debtor to the owner of an expensive building.

In addition, there was an information agent recruited by the Marquis of Esperance. There would be no shortage of money in the future.

'I just met one person.'

It's gotten to this point in less than a year.

Even her influence extended not only to her but to the entire kingdom.

It was eventful and there were times when my heart sank, but looking back, it was fun. It's been so long since we said goodbye, but I already miss those days.

“I wonder where Asher is now…….”

Come to think of it, I didn't ask for the destination.

Considering that he previously asked for information on the Western Continent newspaper and the Eastern Continent, he may be trying to move between continents.

Whatever happens, I just hope it works out.

“……Oh, right.”

Suddenly something I had forgotten came to mind.

'I didn't write a letter to Senior Pale who introduced me to Asher.'

It doesn't really matter if you don't send it, but it's a matter of mood.

In a way, he was a lifesaver. If I hadn't received help… I didn't even want to imagine what would have happened.

At least I wouldn't have been able to enjoy a life like the one I have now.

At that moment, a blue light sparkled in my arms.

Fernet nodded at him and stood up from his seat.

“You’re feeling stuffy because you’ve been here for so long? Yeah, I was just about to go out. Why don’t we go for a walk while we’re at it?”

The light flickered irregularly, indicating strong affirmation.

I can't really put it into words, but… … I feel like I can understand what Blue's been saying lately.

More intuitively speaking.

'I guess we've become closer?'

Probably so.

Fernet, who didn't think much of it, left the café.

* * *

Northern Grey of the Principality of Liviant.

The shadowy network where all sorts of information brokers secretly receive commissions and connect with each other has finally returned to normal after several very chaotic months.

And at the top was a man.

“Whew, I can finally rest.”

Information pale.

He is the first informant that Verden met for Gray.

Originally a southern tycoon, he expanded his scope of activities in the chaotic situation and succeeded in establishing himself firmly in the North.

Information center covering the North and South.

The most influential person in the current Duchy of Gray was Pale.

Press and caress the tired corners of your eyes.

Between the friction between information brokers, dealing with nobles, and managing the personnel to carry out commissions, it's been a while since I've had a good night's sleep.

'It would have been easier if Asher had been there.'

Pale thought of the man with gray hair.

A wizard who contributed to the destruction of the Gardran family, which caused chaos in the duchy.

It has been difficult to hear from Young since I wrote a letter of introduction to my junior, Fernet, in the Kingdom of Estyria.

'Well, that's to be expected.'

The Estyrian royal family pursued material diplomacy with the duchy while also fiercely pursuing a cutoff of information.

Of course, if I wanted to, I could have dug into that gap, but there was no reason to go that far. I didn't have the luxury of doing that.

We are still receiving minimal information.

The undead crisis that occurred in the kingdom. And the civil war ended and the coronation of the first prince was completed. It must have been more chaotic than the duchy.

There must have been a lot of requests.

dripping.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

As soon as they allowed entry, a man wrapped in bandages, one of Pale's entourage, appeared.

“What's going on?”

“Pale. A letter. Has. Arrived. To. You.”

“Huh? A letter?”

Pale tilted his head and took the envelope.

A letter sealed with red wax. Looking at the back, the sender's name was written underneath: 'Former Junior'.

There was only one person who could write something like this.

'It's been a long time since I've seen your handwriting.'

It seems like things are going well.

Pale broke the seal, recalling the past.

[To Senior Pale.]

Recipient written on the outside of the letterhead.

It is a unique habit of Pernet that has not changed from the past to the present.

Pale opened the letter carefully, smiling slightly.

[Thank you for introducing me, Asher. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you───]

The writing is densely packed.

It's creepy how much of the content is filled with gratitude.

Pale blinked, his expression hard.

“What is this?”

* * *

It's quite a distance to the Midloth Dominion.

And the road is rough, and due to the recent influx of Ain races, it is not at all safe. Traveling by carriage without proper escort is like leaving your life to chance.

Of course, this does not apply to Verden.

Because it could move through the sky without using a carriage, and even if the Ainz race attacked, it had the ability to deal with it without getting hurt.

'But I can't move alone.'

A force in the Midloth Autonomous Region, as written in Robert's information.

If you want to use them to gather information, you need someone who can prove Verden's identity. It's possible to do it alone, but it's not only cumbersome, but it also takes a lot of time.

That means we need a guide.

In addition, someone who can shorten the path to the Dominion.

Verden knows one talented person.

Not only that, we had already met once.

'The dark merchant Cland. No, it was Sebas's request.'

When Count Plissire was imprisoned by Kalia.

It was a request to bring certain items from some of those who had run away, such as members of the guild or noble knights.

I clearly remember receiving 400 million elk as compensation.

Finally, we arrived at the Smuggler's Canyon.

The location closest to the border with the Midloth Dominion in the northern part of the kingdom.

'It's the same as when I saw it last time.'

Although it has only recently entered winter, the air here is colder than other places, perhaps because it is deep in the mountains.

Those wearing thick leather clothing to keep out the cold are standing guard.

Hwaaaaah!

Verden suddenly lost altitude.

I ignored the main gate and landed straight at the entrance to the canyon.

Surprised looks gathered at his sudden appearance, and soon all the smugglers aimed their weapons.

“Rain, emergency! Intruder, emergency!”

Verden raised his head.

Ainver's hood covering his head turned into light and disappeared.

"……uh?"

Gray hair, blue eyes, and a face that reflected countless visions.

Almost everyone who saw him stopped moving at the same time. They had seen him before, but they had also heard rumors about him a long time ago.

About the wizard who killed Grond and sat on the throne of Loafra. And about the new ruler who does not want to be called king.

“Is the smuggler Padreld inside?”

Verden asked softly.

An indescribable presence filled the air.

Anyone who comes to the Smuggler's Canyon without notice is killed, regardless of reason.

This was partly for security reasons, but especially because Padreld, the leader of the canyon, hated intruders.

It was a custom that had to be observed in Smuggler's Canyon.

But not now.

“Yes, Lord Asher. He should be asleep at the bottom of the canyon right now. I will tell him to grab him by the collar and bring him here immediately.”

“There’s no need for that. I’ll go myself.”

“Oh, really? Then I will guide you right away.”

The mustachioed smuggler bowed.

The entrance to the canyon was already open, and the guards had already put away their weapons. They simply smiled and welcomed Verden.

Experts in smuggling between the Dominions and the Kingdom without paying taxes. For them, being cautious is their lifeline.