Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 33

Episode 33 Farewell

The punitive force that returned to Biron Territory each received medical treatment.

Meanwhile, when Maros told the lord about the undead called the Knight of Lamentation, the territory was turned upside down. The danger of commanding the undead. If they were to venture outside, the entire territory could become a graveyard.

Because of that, there was a commotion and the surrounding area was noisy, but Verden didn't care.

Early morning.

Verden took a deep breath as he came out of the castle walls and reached the forest. The cold air hit his lungs.

'The Kingdom of Estiria.'

I could only get a few scenes, but if this memory is true, the kingdom will be condemned worldwide.

For some unknown reason, they massacred and buried their own soldiers alive. The hatred of the soldiers who were buried in the ground and dying was so strong that it went beyond memory to Berden.

I shook my head to clear the thoughts.

The thing to worry about now was not the memories of the undead.

Verden observed his own magical circuits. The time before and after subduing the Knight of Lamentation was different.

The circuit was slightly expanded, and the speed at which horsepower was restored was also faster.

'I got stronger.'

As I had expected, the actual combat where life and death were at stake was a great help in my growth as a magician.

Compared to God, a third-tier wizard of the same rank, Verden's magic was superior in every way.

In particular, the power of magic strengthened by the magic book is comparable to magic of the 4th rank or higher. And the amount of magic stored in the heart is even greater. In addition, it has magic circuits of all attributes.

In terms of purely magical abilities, as far as Verden knew, he was the only third-tier wizard with similar specs, including in history.

“But it’s not enough.”

Power is objective.

No matter how strong you are, it is only a standard for a 3rd tier wizard. If you face a 5th tier wizard or higher, your chances of winning will be infinitely lower. You will be overwhelmingly inferior in the number of spells you can cast and the power of your spells.

'And if it's a magician, there's no need to think about it.'

Magician.

It is a state that a magician of the 5th rank or higher attains through enlightenment, and is a being who walks his own magic path by deviating from some of the absolute laws of magic.

A wizard trapped in a magical frame cannot dare to oppose him.

In that case, the Bohemian Tower Master, Balok Besias, is a 7th-tier magician and a transcendent being known as an omnipotent being.

Compared to that, Verden's strength is like a firefly under the moon. As of now, no matter what you do, it's impossible to even face him.

Verden looked up at the sky.

The clouds parted and the full moon's light poured down on him.

I need strength.

Knowledge is required.

Equipment is required.

I am ready to face death at any time if only I can become stronger.

He will never die before he achieves his desired revenge. It is a reversal of fortune that he has accomplished for him.

He is growing more explosively than any other wizard, but he can't hide his frustration. I guess this is greed.

“…….”

Berden, who was looking at the full moon, stretched out his hand toward the sky. Of course, there was no way he could reach it.

The goal he wanted to achieve was like that moon. Something that everyone considered impossible and gave up on.

but.

Verden stretched his arms a little longer.

Likewise, he didn't reach it, but he got closer than before. No matter how small it was, it was a clear difference. He was closer to his goal than he had been before.

If you keep moving without giving up, you will get there someday.

That fact alone was important to Verden.

* * *

The day has come to leave the Biron estate.

The adventurers who formed the punitive force returned to their respective hideouts, and the priests are said to have remained in the territory and watched the situation in the tunnels.

As they waited for the carriage to be ready, Gaul approached. Despite having suffered injuries that would have killed a normal person several times over, he was fine.

'Well, that's to be expected, since he's so ignorant that he could fight the Knight of Lamentation with his bare hands.'

“Hey, Asher. Are you guys leaving today too?”

“What brings you here? Are you here to collect some money?”

“Compensation? Oh, that?”

Gaulic glanced at Rox.

As Rox turned his gaze in surprise, Gaulic chuckled and spoke to Verden.

“Well, you’re being prickly. Didn’t we fight for our lives together? You can’t act like that after I barely managed to take you down.”

“To be exact, we won thanks to me. Didn’t you faint halfway through?”

“This little brat. He doesn’t say a word.”

What kind of life did you live to be so shameless?

But despite his harsh words, Galeaq was kind to Verden. Even among the platinum-rank adventurers, he was one of the strongest, and he especially liked the strong.

The magic that Verden showed was impressive.

“By the way, Asher. Have you ever thought about becoming an adventurer? At that level, you’ll be able to reach platinum in no time.”

“I won’t do it.”

I hate being in a group, being ordered around, and being restricted.

If the guild offers various benefits and invites you, what do you think? Galeaak looked at him with a look of bewilderment at that answer.

“You’re really full of self-esteem. That bespectacled goth guy over there was making a big fuss about how he almost died. Well, if you don’t like it, then don’t worry. Anyway, since you said you don’t want to be an adventurer, you won’t join the mercenary guild either. Are you thinking of going to Gray’s side?”

"gray?"

Verden tilted his head at the word he was hearing for the first time.

“What, you don’t know that either? Then how on earth were you going to make money? You don’t think that if you become famous, people will find it for you, do you?”

“Then it won’t work?”

“Hahaha! This wizard is ignorant of the ways of the world. So what else can he do but be manipulated? Since ancient times, to fill one’s stomach, one must not just open one’s mouth and wait, but seek out prey on one’s own feet.”

“……What on earth is Gray?”

Gaulic spoke quietly, grumbling.

“‘Gray’ is a general term for information brokers who are located in the back of society. They buy or sell information to people whose credit is guaranteed. Since each information broker pursues a different direction, each individual goes back and forth between legal and illegal. Well, anyway, this is the important thing. They are information brokers and also a request window that arranges requests.”

"request?"

“Did you think you were the only one who didn’t want to join the Adventurer’s Guild or the Mercenary Guild? There have always been plenty of people who don’t follow the rules and move for money, fame, or something else. Gray is where those people gather. I sometimes take requests from there too. When it comes to hunting strong guys, the Adventurer’s Guild’s requests alone aren’t enough.”

Most of Verden's life was spent on the Magic Tower.

Naturally, he cannot help but be ignorant of the world. Even though his magical knowledge may be more abundant than anyone else's, his experience as a human is so shallow that it cannot even be compared to the butcher in front of him.

'Grayla.'

Verden calculated the profits he could make from Gray.

First, information.

To use the treasures brought from the Magic Tower, such as the 'Breath of the Elements' and the 'Magic Crystal', special materials and excellent experts are required, and it will take a considerable amount of time for Verden to find them all on his own.

If you can offset that with money, that would be great.

'And the money is raised by completing the request.'

Moreover, he said that there was a chance to face strong guys.

Growth through money, fame, and practice.

If what the Butcher says is true, then this must be an attractive place for Verden.

But there is one question.

“Why are you telling me that?”

“That would be fun.”

Gaulic revealed it.

This ash-haired man is the human with the greatest wizarding potential he has ever seen. He is one of his kind.

He has the qualities of a strong man, such as a desire for power greater than anyone else, and a fighting spirit hidden beneath a calm appearance. In other words, he is more than worthy of the favor of Gaul.

Verden had a way of thinking that was hard to understand.

“I’ll make a promise, if you’re so inclined, go to the slums of ‘Cohen’ and look for ‘Pale’s Arrowhead.’ It’s not hidden anywhere, so you’ll find it quickly. If you don’t want to, you can beg on the street with a can. That can be fun, too. Whatever you do, just don’t let it be boring.”

A rough and blunt farewell.

Gaulic, with a bitter smile, got into the carriage and left.

'That's crazy.'

His actions are incoherent.

He was a man worthy of the name Butcher.

Next is Iris's turn.

The adventurers got on the carriage one by one and took their seats. Iris, who was the last to get on, looked back. Then she held out her hand.

“Senior, aren’t you going to ride?”

"okay."

“Are you planning on flying away? It hasn’t been that long since your injury healed…….”

Ah. Iris stopped talking and looked at Verden's face.

Just as he had suddenly come to Martes that day, I always had the thought in my mind that he might leave one day.

That's why I had a gut feeling. That the time for our farewell, which I thought would come later, was now.

Iris's eyes shook slightly.

“Why, why……?”

“I have a place to go.”

Anyway, I have no more business with Martes.

Moreover, the destination was decided thanks to the information obtained from the butcher.

“You said you wanted to learn magic…….”

“I’ve read all the books. I’ve learned everything you taught me.”

“Then, what about the commission fee?”

“I’ll put it in your account for you.”

"then……."

Iris bit her lip tightly.

The first meeting was certainly sudden, but for Iris, it was like fate. She saved her life several times, and was taught difficult theories that even the Academy could not understand. And even elemental magic that she had never imagined.

It's like growing one, or two levels as a wizard.

I want to hold on.

But Verden had his own path to follow. It was greed and a nuisance to catch him.

It was natural to let it go freely.

“…….”

Suddenly, a thought that I had ignored until now came to mind.

He calls him senior, but does Verden really think of himself as a junior? He might even think of him as a nuisance.

She did teach him the magic of enchantment, but even if he didn't have the confidence, he could have learned it on his own if he had the relevant books. All she did was advance time a little.

Compared to that, she received so much.

Iris's hand gradually went down.

At that moment, Verden raised his hand and grabbed Iris' hand.

She raised her head, her eyes widening.

“See you next time.”

That one word. In that moment, an indescribable emotion came over me.

Tears welled up in her sky-blue eyes, and her blue hair swayed lightly in the wind. Iris struggled to part her lips.

“See you next time.”

The two promised an indefinite reunion.

* * *

Robelyn, the red-haired sorceress.

Behind her, the corpses of several wizards were burning. The red magic rippled, burning the air and slowly burning the depths of her lungs.

“Answer me. Why did Black Hour target the Bohemian Tower?”

“Ugh… I really don’t know… Ughhhhhh!”

That's not the answer you want.

The temperature of the surrounding air was raised, heating up the organs. Several screams of pain, cooked from deep within the lungs, rang out.

But despite these repeated interrogations, Robelin could not get an answer.

Thud. The wizard who was on the verge of death fell down helplessly.

He scattered the sparks and burned it down.

This is the fourth time we've subjugated a branch of the Death Wizards' group, the Blair Hour.

But no matter where I went, I only got the answer that they didn't know. Since it was a matter of destroying the magic tower, it seems that the information didn't spread all the way to the lower levels.

Although she would have liked to join in the effort to find a higher branch, her skills were woefully inadequate.

'Verden… … .'

Robelin was too weak to take revenge on her own.

<Ignition>

Hwaaaaak!

A branch of the Blair Hour hidden in the forest. The building and the basement were reduced to ashes.

As we went outside, a wizard wearing ornate robes was clapping his hands.

“That’s amazing. A mere 2nd-tier magic has this much power. I guess he really is a holder of a special trait.”

“……I thought you said you’d take care of this yourself, Maniacs.”

“But I can’t send him alone. He might become the Master’s fourth disciple. I can’t let him die if he makes a mistake, right?”

The third disciple of the Bohemian Tower, Luked Maniacs.

He had an innocent and kind-hearted impression and said with a small smile. At the voice that seemed to genuinely worry about Maniacs, Robelin narrowed her eyebrows and showed her displeasure.

“Please stop thinking useless thoughts and focus on your thesis. The Magic Society is already watching you.”

“Haha, I didn’t know you cared about my thesis. Of course it went smoothly-”

“How could you not be interested? It’s been seven years since the famous ‘multi-continuity theory’, so it’s only natural to wonder how great it is.”

Robelin's red eyes stared at Lukerd.

The gaze was not simply intended to satisfy curiosity.

“What are you trying to say, Robelyn?”

“The theory of multiple continuities, is that really what you created?”

Luke's face hardened slightly.

“……What does that mean? It’s a statement that could be misunderstood depending on how you hear it.”

“There was a rumor going around seven years ago. There was someone who was trying to steal the theory. I was outside at the time, so I don’t know the details, but I know that the tower was a little noisy because of it.”

“And it ended as a trivial incident. I was even officially acknowledged by the Master. Oh, are you jealous?”

“It’s more of a question than jealousy. The fact that a wizard who created such a great theory and received recognition from the world spent seven years without any significant results. All he achieved was going from the middle of the third tier to the top of the fourth tier. And he did it with the full support of the Magic Tower.”

A moment of silence.

Robelin, who had averted her gaze, summoned her magic.

“Let’s go back first.”

She just flew into the sky and disappeared from sight.

Lukerd, who had been standing still with a smile on his face, soon turned sinister.

“That fucking bitch.”

He usually gives me annoying looks, but this time he's picking a fight with me about a story that ended a long time ago.

Even though he was a wizard with a special trait specializing in the fire attribute, he was too arrogant for a 3rd-tier wizard.

I feel like breaking that nose.

‘… … That can’t be.’

How did you get up here?

You can't let yourself get caught up in the emotions of the moment and lose sight of the magician.

Oh, by the way, if only that damned tower had been intact, I could have focused on my thesis instead of doing this annoying thing.

'It's not all that bad though.'

Luker grumbled.

Verden's death. Even though Matapju said he took care of it, it was still quite annoying.

I was just thinking that it would be nice if I could just go somewhere and die, but I never thought I'd just die like this all of a sudden.

'With this, the fact that I stole the paper will disappear forever.'

I feel like the old stagnation is going away.

Now you just have to worry about the road ahead.

Create a paper that will maintain your reputation, and climb up the 5th level to reach the magic tower. Since the measured limit is 5th level, you won't be able to climb to the position of the magic tower master, but it's enough to gain great power in the magic tower.

You can just clean up whatever's bothering you then.

“Time is on my side.”

Luke returned to the Tower, dreaming of his own bright future.