Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 389

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Unlike a country sending an envoy, representing the name of the Tower means that one has real power in addition to authority.

That is why the major affairs of the Magic Tower are mainly handled by the closest disciples or elders of the Magic Tower Lord. At least to that extent, they are able to withstand all kinds of external pressure and trickery.

'But Robelin?'

From what I've heard through rumors, Lobelin is a lower-ranking magician of the fifth tier.

It is said that he has many special qualities, such as being born with a special trait, being young for his age, and being the fourth disciple of the Bohemian Tower, but these are only relative standards.

I lack the absolute power to set out to obtain the dragon's materials.

Even if Rayshen helped from behind, it was still incomprehensible.

Why on earth… why didn’t Croden or the elders come?

Just because you trust Robelin?

'That can't be true.'

For the Baloch Besias that Verden knows, 'human faith' does not exist.

If not, he wouldn't have forced magic circles on all those who participated in the unofficial experiment. He doesn't trust Croden, Leishen, or even the elders.

That means… … .

'To Croden and the elders, is there something more important than securing dragon materials?'

Yeah, there's nothing else.

They always chose the option that was most beneficial to the Magic Tower.

However, I had no idea what it was.

Verden bit his molars.

Aside from everything else, I found it extremely unpleasant that Baloch was plotting something with his inner circle.

Because it must have been something disgusting.

But now there is nothing we can do.

I'll think about distracting thoughts later.

Verden took a deep breath, recalling his original purpose.

Adrian asked cautiously.

“My lord, is the person in front of me by any chance……”

“Yes, it’s Robelyn.”

I've already told Adrian the story of my time at Matap.

Of course, Robelin's existence was also included in it.

“Hmm, that’s an unexpected variable. Do you have any thoughts on this? Or, how about taking Robelin with you while you’re planning? You’ll probably be concerned about her being your friend.”

Are you telling me to turn the tables for the sake of love?

This was Adrian's consideration, but it was unnecessary advice to Verden.

Of course, Adrian knew what he was saying.

“Thank you, but I refuse. If I contact Robelin ‘directly’ right now, the tower I’ve worked so hard to build will surely collapse. My life is not the only thing I’m carrying.”

I suppressed any emotions that might distort the situation and relied only on rational thinking.

“……Instead, I guess I’ll have to add one more schedule to the plan.”

Verden muttered softly and glanced out the window.

The presence of a forced magic circle is not felt from Robelin.

This is probably because it failed to meet Baloch’s own criteria, such as excellent research capabilities and value as a test subject.

In addition, the fact that he did not live in the Magic Tower and was mainly active in the battlefield against Black Hour may have also played a role.

'The forced magic circle, Callion, is the top secret of the Bohemian Tower.'

As the saying goes, the tail is long enough to be caught, and Baloch only engraved compulsory magic circles on those he could completely control.

For example, if you cast a call spell on a 2nd tier wizard and he gets caught by someone outside and dissected, he will be caught.

If there had been no possibility of detection, even the workers at the top of the tower would have been given compulsion.

In this way, although the transcendent being has absolute power, he is not omnipotent.

'Of course, if a magic circle is engraved on Robelin, I can just destroy it.'

Verden stared at his childhood friend.

With the Bohemian Tower branch of Gargant leading the way with his entourage on both sides… … he looked like the leader of the Puck group.

It appears that Verden isn't the only one that has grown over the years.

'I guess you've been doing well.'

At that moment, Robelin lifted her robe.

As expected, a familiar face was revealed, but there was one thing that stood out.

Red eyes.

There was a thick murderous aura inside it that had never been seen before.

‘… … Have you been doing well?’

I think so.

Verden immediately corrected his thoughts.

* * *

The ant labyrinth that will be the main stage of Ignacia's Scales.

Robelin satisfies the requirements as a participant.

Judging by her disposition, she will probably try to participate in the labyrinth.

Rayshen will also be there to encourage you.

Verden asked himself three questions:

'First, can it be prevented in advance?'

difficult.

It is ruled out because if you try it, the operation may collapse.

'Second, can you help Robelin?'

I can help.

If done well, you can significantly reduce your chances of dying in the labyrinth.

'Lastly, thirdly, will helping Robelin be a big obstacle to catching Rayshen?'

No, it doesn't cause any inconvenience.

There is no crossover between assisting Robelin and hunting Raishen.

Even if it was impossible alone, now is the time to cooperate with the forces.

So, there is no reason to worry.

* * *

I took the magic elevator and went up the building.

Along the way, we encountered followers of the Transcendent One, but no one blocked our path.

As if I knew you'd come.

Finally we reached the top.

I walked down the hallway and entered the common area.

Verden said.

“I changed my mind.”

Ignacia appeared out of nowhere.

She, now a mature woman, stood facing Berden with a smile on her face.

“Huh, you suddenly decided to participate in the Ants’ Labyrinth right before the opening ceremony. Did you have a change of heart? Or did the circumstances change?”

Thud, thud.

Ignacia tilted her head and wandered around Verden.

“It seems like there was a variable in the plan to create the false upper class, Licentia. And that was a while ago. And to solve that problem, you need to participate in the labyrinth. Right?”

As always, a sharp observation.

But now that he was accustomed to the transcendent's insight, Verden answered confidently.

“I heard that you are welcome to change your mind before the auction starts.”

“That’s right! You’re really welcome!”

Ignacia raised the corners of her mouth and spread out five fingers vigorously.

Hwaaaaak!

A massive magical force surged forward, and a sphere resembling the Milky Way landed in Verden's hand.

“This is the seed of a spirit body. Hold it tightly in both hands and think of the specific human form you want. It will be created just as you want it. The connection will also be made naturally according to your will.”

“Will the spirit body created in this way be maintained as a separate power from me?”

“Yeah, that’s correct!”

I magically understood.

When Verden expressed his gratitude, Ignacia hummed and narrowed her eyes.

“Ricentia and my auction house, and Adrian alone, not participating in the labyrinth… What on earth is the purpose of our Eastern Continent’s divinity?”

“Didn’t you say there was no need to say anything before?”

“No, I just thought I’d help out if you need more hands.”

Ignacia readily extended her hand.

… … the assistance of the transcendent.

If that were possible, no matter what plan you pursue, there would be no failure.

It might be possible to find and eliminate Rayshen in Gargant right now.

But you shouldn't hold that hand.

For Verden, the biggest variable was Ignacia.

He refused firmly, his face shining brightly.

“Don’t take away my fun.”

“……!”

Ignacia opened her eyes wide.

It was the most emotional expression I've ever seen.

Soon she clasped her hands together and brought them to her face shyly.

“Oh my, so romantic.”

What the heck.

Verden crumpled his face.

* * *

A mountainous area with few people.

At the end of the dirt road was a rather nice little mansion.

There were two servants, and the family that owned the mansion had a total of three members.

But there was no need to distinguish between them, and everyone lived like family.

───Have a nice trip, Sister! I've been practicing my playing, so please take a look!

───Sister, that present!

───My lord, please come in and eat.

───Oh my! Aren't I amazing at gardening, my lord?

The younger siblings, the butler, and even the head maid welcomed us with smiling faces.

Although he lost his parents at an early age and became the head of a fallen family at an early age, those were truly happy days.

It was good even though it was simple.

He just wanted to live out the rest of his life without incident. That's why, despite being born with magical talents, he stayed with his family and did not go out into the world.

I spent each day studying magic and trying to get along with everyone without sadness.

'That's what it was.'

A peaceful mansion is engulfed in flames.

Memories that had been piled up for a long time were scattered like ashes. Everything was bright red.

And in the middle of the blackened garden sat my younger brother.

With his heart pierced by a small dagger he was given as a gift.

My younger brother licked his lips.

───When are you coming, Sister?

A voice ringing in my ear.

The moment it hovered like a curse, consciousness rose.

“……!! Gasp, gasp…….”

Isabella opened her eyes and hurriedly raised her upper body.

Cold sweat runs down my whole body.

I managed to calm my breathing, but my heart was still pounding wildly.

My hands are shaking like crazy.

As I slowly caressed my eyes, tears began to fall without me realizing it.

I barely managed to take a handkerchief out of my bosom and cover my face with it as if I was washing it.

At that moment, a knock was heard from the stable.

“We’ve almost reached Gargant. Ugh, I’m exhausted from driving all night. Even our famous horses look exhausted even after drinking the stimulant you made from the blood of demons.”

The coachman's voice was weary.

Isabella, who had finally calmed down, leaned against the corner of the carriage and licked her lips.

“You’ve worked hard. You’ll be staying in Gargant for a while, so get some rest while you’re at it. And since you’re here, make sure to see your family.”

“Haha, I know you won’t say it. Of course, after your performance is over. No matter how tired I am, I can’t miss a performance on a stage created by a transcendent being.”

That stubbornness remains unchanged over time.

Isabella chuckled.

Then he felt the hateful magic circle engraved within his alien body.

'The magic circle tracking starts exactly every 5 days. And it lasts for 1 hour.'

The Scales of Ignacia to be held tonight… … After that opening performance, there will be about two days left until the pursuit resumes.

'Find the guy tracking the magic circle inside it.'

It won't be difficult.

You'll feel it naturally when you get closer. It wasn't just him who could track the magic circle.

I slowly closed my eyes.

It seemed like I was hearing my younger brother's voice from my nightmare.

I put my hand into my space bag and caressed the 'two artifacts' I had prepared for today.

The end is coming.

“……Okay, I’ll go soon too.”

Isabella laughed silently.

I couldn't help but laugh.

* * *

An indoor theater built in the heart of Gargant.

It is built in a crescent shape with the stage and audience seats facing each other, and there are separate seats prepared for VIPs above it.

Naturally, Verden, the person who put up the goods, was guided to the VIP room.

Still disguised to hide his divine identity. It had been quite some time since he took off [Einver], and he felt very empty.

Verden turned his head.

The VIP seats on the same floor were occupied by powerful countries and the Magic Tower faction.

And below, the seats were occupied by people dressed in luxurious attire of all kinds.

“……There are quite a lot of people, but it’s quite noisy. Should I say they’re strangely excited?”

Adrian and Cain wait outside, preparing to pursue.

Instead, Hares, who was there, answered.

“Your Majesty, the performer who will be performing at the opening ceremony of Ignacia’s Scales is quite famous.”

“The musician?”

“Everyone says he is the ‘lucky melody singer.’ Not only is his playing excellent, but his voice is also very beautiful.”

What a beautiful performer.

I'm not particularly interested.

I don't know much about music.

'That's not what's important to me.'

The number of people gathered in the theater was approximately 2,000 to 3,000.

Among them, Rayshen is hiding.

If Baloch had instructed me to get my hands on the dragon's materials, I would have definitely participated.

Because Rayshen is afraid of my master.

'Besides, the person with the highest command of his immediate escort is also the Bohemian Tower Lord.'

There could be no disregard for the order.

In any case, if the habits haven't changed since about two years ago… … Even now, Rayshen will keep one of his three direct escorts as an external shadow, and travel with the remaining two.

'Where are you?'

Verden's gaze moved busily.

All VIP rooms, including the one where Robelin is, are excluded.

Since Rayshen's identity is currently hidden, there's no way she'd be in a prominent place.

Knock, knock, knock.

He drummed his fingers on the table and looked at the faces of the audience below.

If you are wearing a robe, you can see the details of your actions.

My senses are on fire.

I even pulled out my memory as much as I could.

Verden, who was looking at the entire theater like that and remembering it, stopped his fingers.

I intuitively viewed a portion of the audience as a 7×6 rectangle.

Two ordinary-looking guys sitting right there on the diagonal top left and bottom right… … .

'Cleverly guarding the center.'

Verden immediately turned his gaze towards the center.

Only after I excluded the noble lady, the handsome gentleman, and the man in armor who were chatting away from my sight did I begin to see them.

A man disguised as a young, unfamiliar face.

Although he thoroughly hid his appearance, he could not fool Verden's discerning eye.

Small actions, including occasional blinking of the left eye first and hand gestures.

It was all obvious.

'Rayxian Tail Road.'

Found it.