Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 360

Episode 360 Trading (1)

Verden and Leila left their seats and entered the small backyard behind the Sacred Church.

It's a quiet landscape.

The trees, which had lost all their leaves due to the season, looked bare, but because of that, the red winter flowers blooming in every corner stood out even more.

Verden waved his index finger, manipulating his magical power.

Blue magic settled around the area.

Once the magic circle is formed, no sound inside can be heard from the outside.

Squeak.

Leila put her hand on the wheel and stopped the wheelchair.

There was silence for a moment.

Soon, he took a deep breath and parted his lips, as if he had made up his mind.

“The devil’s curse… unlike black magic, doesn’t cause harm unilaterally. When an effect occurs, there is always a counter-effect to achieve balance.”

Like a scale.

“In my case, it’s more like a kind of reinforcement. The more severe the curse becomes, the more powerful my physical abilities and regenerative powers become. To the point where I won’t die instantly even if I’m attacked by a bone dragon…….”

Although it has only been a short time since Leila was promoted to the Mithril rank, her skill is clearly at the top.

Talent and effort.

Based on this, he overcame the trials of the ark and achieved faster growth than others.

But even so, with her current skill level, she cannot easily pierce through Septa Horn's hide.

Even if I tried my best, it was impossible to even slightly fight against the Transcendent Species.

It was the power of the devil's curse that made that possible.

Verden asked.

“What is the price?”

“There are two types of backlash. One is mental erosion. According to the Luas Church, the more you rely on its power, the more you will be consumed by the curse. So I have been careful not to let that happen, but this time, there was nothing I could do.”

Immediately after the battle with the Bone Dragon, Layla temporarily had her will taken over by something… perhaps a demon.

“And the other is ‘rejection.’ Anyone who sees even a glimpse of my face will be terrified. Even if they succeed in resisting, they will feel a negative sense of rejection, like disgust. Even if it is the Archbishop.”

Leila slowly raised her hand and took off her mask.

Then he turned the wheelchair around and met Verden's eyes.

Verden's face is reflected in the golden eyes.

There was no terrible screaming, no backstepping, no gasping for breath.

He didn't even frown in displeasure.

His face was expressionless as usual.

“……It is just as Bishop Lena said.”

Leila continued, muttering softly.

“When I lost control of my body due to the curse, I heard you say something to me. Who are you…?”

“I remember.”

“That’s why I called you here. I have a question for you.”

She asked softly.

“Asher, what makes you so special?”

It may sound crude, but it wasn't sarcastic at all.

It was just a pure question.

Why didn't you react at all to the devil's curse?

Why was a demon she had never even identified or talked to interested in him…?

'Why did you recover from injuries using only potions without any divine power?'

Leila examined Verden's wounds up close during the expedition.

A deep gash in the abdomen… … a deeper and more fatal wound than any that had ever been seen against a bone dragon.

Besides, considering the psychic power of the Bone Dragon, it was definitely not something that could be easily recovered.

Even more so if there were no miracles from the Archbishop.

But now, he stands there more calmly than anyone else.

Finally, the answer came.

“I don’t know how to answer. I’ve never met a devil before.”

There was nothing to hide.

Even if I think back on my memories in detail, there was never a single time when Verden had any contact with the devil-like creature.

“Is that so?”

Leila nodded her head slightly at that answer.

There was not a hint of regret in her voice.

“The transaction is valid.”

“……?”

“The deal is that if you get information about the demon and share it with me, I’ll pay you a fair price. It still stands.”

It was a very clear voice.

A strong determination filled Leila's gaze.

Verden, who had been staring at him, nodded silently.

Tight. Layla unconsciously clenched her fist with all her might.

A clue to the demon that I had been searching for since I was an orphan at the age of nine, and of which I had not found even a trace for nearly twenty years.

'I finally found it.'

I finally found the person who could give me the clue.

* * *

Meanwhile, the garden in front of the Sacred Church.

While Verden and Leyra were conversing, Adrian and Haldirn sat around a round table in the center.

“…….”

“…….”

A cold, awkward silence falls.

It was during this time that the silence continued.

Suddenly Haldirn summoned his magic, and the curtain of silence was sealed, blocking out any sound.

Adrian raised his head slightly.

“What is this?”

“Purple energy, movements focused on speed, sword energy that cuts through the sky.”

Through Haldirn's voice, Adrian's information was listed.

“Even though quite some time has passed, an inspector with such characteristics is not something that can be easily forgotten.”

“…….”

“Isn’t that so? The four powers of the Central Continent. Heavenly Sword, Adrian Chanbus.”

Adrian, who was called by his name by someone other than Verden, had sky-blue eyes shining.

I have no intention of trying to cover it up.

Not only did the opponent already seem confident, but since they had shown their power in the fierce battle with the Bone Dragon, this situation was somewhat expected.

After making his decision, he took off the metal mask covering his lower body without any hesitation.

“I am one of the four powers of the Central Continent.”

“Whether it’s the former or not. It’s clear that he is the Heavenly Sword himself.”

“It seems you know a lot about the Central Continent. I believe the Black Magician’s Tower is located on the Eastern Continent.”

“Even if it’s the farthest continent, it’s the same. We’re Dark Warton.”

Haldirn crossed his arms.

The sharp gauntlets, with all sorts of scratches and blemishes, clanked.

“So why did you suddenly reveal my name? Should I praise you for figuring out my identity?”

“It’s as fierce as I’ve heard. It’s the scourge of the Central Continent.”

The scoundrel of the central continent.

Before he was called the Heavenly Sword, this was the nickname given to Adrian, who would show his fangs and belittle nobles and kings.

“But how can someone like that serve his lord and offer loyalty? I don’t know what happened, but it seems like he had a change of heart.”

“Get to the point.”

“Well, I was just curious. You, who had disappeared for about ten years, are now following the sacred god of the Eastern Continent… Asher.”

Haldirn asked softly.

“What on earth is your purpose?”

A combination of Asher and Adrian.

The numbers were small, but they were by no means insignificant.

Considering the previous battle, there probably aren't many people or forces in the world that can stand up to those two.

In particular, Asher.

“…….”

Adrian narrowed his eyes.

Even if it was just simple curiosity, I didn't like that curiosity itself.

Whether the opponent is Dark Warton's successor or not.

Adrian, who had been resting his hand on the scabbard without realizing it, pushed the edge of the sword with his thumb.

Clank. Part of the blade of the Demon Sword Cedence is revealed.

The blue sword shone coolly.

A sharp murderous intent spreads.

Haldirn faced him without moving a muscle.

A heavy tension hung in the air.

It was only for a moment.

The confrontation between the two ended in an instant.

“If you’re that curious.”

Adrian stood up from his seat, having put away his magic sword.

“Just watch. Stay away so you don’t get caught up.”

A warning and a threat that it would be better to give up any thought of interfering.

Adrian once again wore a metal mask to hide his face.

I quickly escaped the veil of curses and headed towards Verden, who had returned from his conversation with Leila.

Haldirn, who had been sitting still, looked at them.

“That’s interesting.”

He fixed his gaze and smiled slightly.

* * *

A medium-sized flying craft flew in from the nearest major city, having received information about Sacred's situation.

A vehicle to transport Supreme Councilor Brillan to the Republic's capital.

It was to expedite the processing of space travel permits, artifacts to be paid for, budget meetings, and other matters.

The head who had temporarily ruled Sacred has disappeared, but a replacement has been prepared.

Inside the plane were the Republic's senators who had come to command the restoration and stabilization of Sacred on behalf of Brillan.

“Oh, you’re taking an artifact from the Republic as compensation? I guess Brillan was quite pleased with it. Or maybe he was even more scared.”

Haldirn shrugged his shoulders, looking slightly envious.

He is a magician dispatched to 'represent' Dark Warton. Payment for helping the Republic is made at the national and magic tower levels.

For that reason, I couldn't receive anything privately like the Luasians.

In other words, Brillan's proposal was limited to the three people above: Verden, Adrian, and Leira.

“So why did you ask me to meet you separately? Surely you weren’t trying to brag about your artifacts or something.”

This is the room where Verden stays in Sacred.

Haldirn, who was lying on his chair with a half-empty glass in front of him, tapped his arm with his gauntlet.

Verden, sitting across from me, said.

“I was thinking of making a deal.”

"……transaction?"

“We just happened to get our hands on some good loot, but we can’t use it.”

Verden activated [Raindia].

I summoned one each of the pitch-black old tree staff and bracelet from the subspace onto the table.

Haldirn, who had been staring at them, shrugged his shoulders.

He was also a magician who knew how to use <emotions> properly.

“Surely this is…….”

“These are the equipment that Kaesilus, the fourth servant of the Glory of the Corpse, had. These are the only two that were not destroyed.”

“Are you saying you brought it in the meantime?”

“Isn’t that obvious?”

How long does it take to pack?

“……Can I try it once?”

“As much as you want.”

With Verden's permission, Haldirn put the bracelet on immediately.

Artifact [Shape of Grudge].

It has the effect of allowing you to freely create cursed weapons by consuming magic power.

However, it was up to the wearer to decide what kind of curse to impose.

That means it's an artifact for warlocks only.

Phew.

Haldirn's magic took the form of a dagger.

He flicked his wrist slightly, examined it carefully, and then picked up the old wooden cane in one hand.

'The magic transfer rate is no joke. And it's naturally strengthening black magic.'

Even with <emotions>, you can't tell what kind of material it is.

It is a performance that the material itself has without any magical processing. To find out more, it seems necessary to closely analyze it in Dark Warton.

“…….”

Haldirn put down his bracelets and old wooden staff and stroked his chin.

Of course, since there was only darkness visible under the robe, it was impossible to tell if he had actually swept the chin.

Finally Haldirn spoke.

“How much do you plan to sell it for?”

“I leave it to you.”

Preemptive strike.

Haldirn took his wallet out of his bosom and calmly counted the amount.

'I think it might be insufficient.'

To be honest, he was not very good at accurately assessing the value of things.

You can only roughly estimate the value by intuition.

Haldirn, who had been lost in thought, soon saw the contents clearly.

“Is this enough?”

"get out."

Verden pointed toward the door.

Haldirn quietly took back his wallet and started walking.

“……I’ll go to the bank in the Republic’s capital for a bit. It won’t take long, so don’t leave it to me.”

Haldirn walked straight into the hallway.

Immediately afterwards, the darkness surrounding him left the building and Sacred.

There's no need to move in such a hurry since there's nowhere else to sell it anyway…

'It looks like you like the artifact quite a bit.'

There is still a lot of money and goods left from Grond's vaults, but the more funds the better.

To complete the picture that Verden is drawing.

It was at that time.

Knock knock.

“Hey, ah, I came to get the artifact back…….”

Romer, whom I met at Southern Feet.

A lone wolf from the central continent has come to retrieve my belongings.

The deal isn't done yet.