Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 405

Episode 405 Isabella (1)

One by one, flying machines leaving Gargant decorate the sky. One of them is a flying machine with the symbol of the Bohemian Tower.

Robelyn left.

Without knowing anything about Rayshen, he returned to the Western Continent with Yonggol in his arms.

She left behind an unregistered magic book, but since it's not something that's urgent right now, it's something to think about which attribute to choose.

Verden called Cain and Junia.

He handed over a card with magical skills to the twin siblings standing side by side.

“Come to think of it, I told you to rest, but I didn’t give you extra money for security. You can use this to go sightseeing in Gargant.”

“How much is in there?”

“2.5 billion elk.”

A huge sum of money in the hundreds of millions.

Cain was terrified.

“That’s a huge amount of money…….”

"thank you!"

Yunia quickly grabbed the card.

“Can I use all of this?”

“If you spend all 2.5 billion elk on tourism, that would be a good thing. Of course, I’m not going to give you more money, so spend it appropriately. And take care of other people as well.”

“Of course. That’s why I’m here as the head of the Society.”

Yunia laughed heartily.

“I didn’t know that you would just casually throw billions of won at me as pocket money. Well, if you’re a senior, you can beat up any rich guy and take it from them, so it’s natural for you to be rich, right?”

“It’s not pocket money, it’s expenses. And I’ve never given it to anyone because I had money.”

Of course, in the subspace of [Raindia], there are piles of legacies left behind by Grond, the former king of the underworld, but the cases are clearly different.

“Hey, that’s just what I say! But who’s going to look after that girl while I’m out playing?”

“Isabella, I’ll take care of it. So don’t worry and just rest.”

“Okay. I’ll have fun without any regrets, out of respect for my senior. Let’s go, Cain!”

“Thank you, senior───ugh.”

Yuni grabbed Cain by the collar and dragged him away as if kidnapping him.

I left the island of Society and said that this was the first time I was able to roam the world freely without a guardian like a wise man.

He looks as excited as a child.

Berden, who had given the Society a vacation, periodically checked on Isabella's condition. The rest of the time, he was deep in thought.

Every day was quiet.

Adrian, who was having dinner across from me, asked.

“What about Isabella?”

“Not good.”

In a private space where sound and movement were blocked by a magic circle, Verden and Adrian gathered together and talked.

“After checking, it turns out that Isabella has some kind of unidentified substance in her body. Thanks to that, she has abnormal regenerative powers, and her injuries heal incredibly quickly… but the key is Colsion.”

Verden touched the corner of his mouth with one hand.

“The forced magic circle and that foreign substance are combined.”

It is believed that something foreign flowed into the body while the call was being engraved, causing an unknown mutation.

That was the main reason why he was able to resist the force of the magic circle, unlike others.

But the problem came after that.

“Although there was a restriction in the call that the input command should not use magic, Isabella ignored this and casted magic several times. Naturally, she would have suffered unbearable pain, and there would have been actual damage to her body that left her disabled.”

“But, it seems that the deformed regenerative power has been restored.”

“That’s right. In the process, the call and the foreign substance became entangled and became one. Because of that, Isabella was able to resist the magic circle even more strongly… but as a countermeasure, it became harder to separate them.”

Verden continued.

“Of course, if you take some time, you can separate only the Colsion. However, if you do that, the foreign substance will be directly absorbed by Isabella. There is no way to stop this. However, if you destroy both of them, Isabella will die.”

Currently, the call and the foreign substance are in conflict within the same framework, suppressing each other.

If we were to upset the balance by eliminating one of them… …I can confidently say that Isabella’s future will end in one of three ways.

First, you can become a new being while maintaining your ego.

Second, become a monster who has lost himself.

Third, die.

If we look at the probability, the third is overwhelmingly higher, followed by the second.

No matter how positively I thought about it, expecting the first one was as foolish an optimism as hoping for a miracle from God.

Adrian groaned.

“Then there is no way to save him? Other than leaving him alone?”

“No, there is.”

Verden slowly tapped the armrest with his fingers.

“……Yeah, there is.”

If Isabella's body and the foreign substance are not in harmony, simply find the problematic points and eliminate them.

Reconstruction of the body──reverse the flow.

It was a solution that only Verden could attempt.

* * *

Blue sky, white clouds, a stylish yard, a peaceful mansion… … Against this backdrop, each family lives their own life.

Just like a painting.

Every time I saw them, I felt an urge to be with them. I hesitated and was afraid of missing them, so I ran forward every time.

But now I won't come near it.

You will no longer wish for the past you have longed for so much.

No matter how much you miss them, these are moments that will never come back.

It's a dream after all.

That's the reality.

Isabella opened her eyes.

"……hungry."

* * *

Isabella's first bite was a sumptuous meal.

While unconscious, I couldn't eat proper food. I thought I should feed him something easy on his stomach, but I was worried too much.

Bowls containing various types of gourmet dishes, such as soup, bread, meat, and salad, were emptied one by one.

Leisurely pace and moderate food intake.

Judging by her neat posture throughout the day, her table manners partially resembled those of the aristocracy.

Before long, the meal was over.

“I ate well.”

Hares, who had claimed to be an errand boy, used magic to move the dishes away and create a low-level wind to refresh the air.

widely.

Verden and Isabella.

There were only two people left in the room, sitting across from each other across an old table.

Isabella was the first to get lucky.

“Can I call you Verden?”

“I use the alias Asher outside, but for now, you can call me whatever you want. No one here will listen.”

Asher.

I've heard of it.

As a famous musician, Isabella often reads newspapers.

It was impossible not to know about the divinity of the Eastern Continent.

“You told me after you killed Rayshen back then. You are not my enemy.”

“That’s right.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means exactly what it says.”

Revenge against the Bohemian Tower.

Of course, it would be the same even if Isabella's grudge was directed at Croden and not the Magic Tower itself. There is no reason to make a distinction.

Killing Croden Olentia is like killing the successor to the Bohemirn Tower.

But, this kind of obvious fact is probably not the answer you want to hear.

'What we need is not logic.'

Isabella needs someone who understands.

Someone who can listen to stories that you can't even bring yourself to tell.

First, you have to give them faith, just like you did with Adrian.

“Isabella, do you know what the Bohemian Tower’s unofficial experiment is?”

"informality?"

Isabella chewed on the word. It was a term she had heard many times in the dungeon.

What is it? There's no need to think deeply about it.

Because it was possible to infer it just from the conversation between Verden and Rayshen.

'Human experimentation.'

A taboo in the magical world.

Given the circumstances, it is certain.

In the first place, Rayshen had openly said that he would use Isabella as a test subject.

“Then it’s number 77.”

“It’s the number of a human being used for human experiments. That was me.”

Verden briefly explained why he became a test subject, as well as a few of the many unofficial experiments he was subjected to over the past seven years.

Mutilation, shortened life spans, drug experimentation.

They were so cruel that just hearing them made me feel an instinctive sense of disgust.

Still, Verden quietly recited the past.

The tone was casual, as if he was talking about someone else's business. Isabella felt embarrassed instead.

I clenched my fist without realizing it.

“That guy, number 89, Adrian Chanvers?”

“The purpose and process of the experiment itself are different, but the result is similar to mine. I won’t go into detail. I have no intention of using Adrian’s past as a topic of conversation.”

Verden crossed his arms.

“Anyway. This is why we are hostile to the Bohemian Tower. It’s also why we killed Rayshen.”

Isabella recalled Leishen's death.

Hatred and revenge.

The trap, built with thorough planning based on him, swallowed up Rayshen without fail.

Perfectly, without any chance of escape.

The second disciple of the Bohemian sect was murdered without anyone knowing.

“……It’s different.”

Isabella rested her chin weakly.

“It’s not like I, who couldn’t die even though I wanted to, and was captured alive by Rayshen, who tried to take Croden’s place as a companion. No, isn’t it worse that I got in your way by stepping in out of line?”

“Does it matter?”

“Then what’s important?”

“Rayxian is dead, and you are alive and standing before me. This is reality.”

It's reality.

To Isabella, who had only looked back on the past, these words were like a curse.

I don't know now.

“Berden.”

“Speak.”

“So what do you want from me? Even if you saved me while dealing with Rayshen… I don’t think it’s just simple pity that you’re taking care of me like this.”

“I had a pure desire to live. I still do. Of course, that’s not all…….”

Verden looked straight at Isabella.

Her face was reflected in the wall. There was a woman there, consumed by self-loathing.

“Before you hear my answer, I think you might have something to say yourself.”

A calm voice.

The brutal aura of killing Rayshen has completely disappeared.

He seemed like a completely different person.

Isabella scratched her fingernails.

He bit his lip, looked down, and slowly opened his mouth.

“It’ll be a little long. Is that okay?”

“There is plenty of time.”

“…….”

Isabella had spent a considerable amount of time on the run, but this was a first.

Telling anyone about my past with the Bohemian Tower was like taking my breath away.

He didn't even reveal his name to the man who had been the coachman of the lucky melody for years.

"I am."

It's awkward. I want to avoid it.

Still, Isabella did not back down, but steeled herself and took a step forward.

“My real name is Isabella Deiros. I am the current head of the Deiros family, one of the highest-ranking nobles of the Dark Nation in the distant past… and the last survivor.”

She started talking.

* * *

It is widely known that about 500 years ago, when the Magic Kingdom was founded and the first Magic King was active, there were many dangers rife.

It is said that even dragons, which are now considered almost legendary, were active.

And the first head of the Deiros family, a noble family of the Magic Nation, willingly jumped into the front lines.

“I don’t know if it was to establish merit or as an expression of justice. Since the ancestor didn’t write a memoir, his descendants had no way of knowing.”

but.

“That feat… the fact that he stopped a special entity single-handedly was recorded in the history of the Magic Nation.”

Special object, endless negation.

A being that devoured tens of thousands of people by destroying two cities belonging to neighboring countries and completely wiping out the villages along the way.

At that time, the Demon King was absent.

Everyone hesitated, as there was no way to buy time without incurring enormous damage.

In the meantime, Isabella's ancestors left the Magic Kingdom alone and without saying a word.

A fierce battle unfolded like that for two days.

There was no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.

The ancestors, who judged it that way, focused only on catching the bastard's ankles as much as possible, and stopped his endless wickedness even at the cost of losing three fingers and one leg.

“And with the return of the Demon King, the endless injustice was suppressed, and the sacrifices of our ancestors became widely known. Not only did the Demon King himself grant them higher titles, he also rewarded them with the possession of a special entity.”

[Duplicating Eyes]

[Proliferating nucleus]

[Reviving Blood]

Three byproducts of endless negativity.

Isabella's ancestors considered it a family heirloom.

I hope that one day a descendant will be born with a special talent for alchemy and study it.

The wizard's wish still remained.

But time was cruel.

Over the next 300 long years, the first Dark Lord disappeared without a trace, and the glory of the Deiros family, which everyone had revered, faded.

A factional war broke out in the Magic Kingdom.

As a result, the Deiros family was defeated and expelled.

“Originally, it would have ended there… but at the time, the nobles of the Demon Kingdom didn’t stop. They accused us of everything and executed our families one by one. Why did they do that?”

“It must be to steal the heirloom.”

“Yes, the material of endless denial was special. However, contrary to expectations, the Deiros family did not perish. The youngest of the surviving family fled from the Magic Kingdom with all the family heirlooms. He hid his identity and rebuilt the family in a faraway place.”

Of course, Deiros' name was thoroughly hidden.

However, the youngest did not try hard to get revenge.

Because it would be absurd to take revenge against a country called the Magical Nation.

He simply adapted to reality, built a mansion on a very small estate, and lived an ordinary life.

“After that, another 200 years passed.”

The age of magic began when the Magic Tower gained an infinite power source.

Deiros' name has been forgotten.

All they do is consider themselves a respected wizarding family within their small domain.

The descendants lived by helping their neighbors and maintaining friendly relations with their lord, the baron.

“I entered the academy. My parents died young, so I thought I could stay in the family… but my siblings and the elders were against it. They told me to stay in the family and learn alchemy as much as I wanted without worrying about it, since we’ll take care of the house.”

So Isabella arrived in Gargant.

The test passed with ease.

At the entrance ceremony, he proudly took second place and stood on the stage.

It was an unforgettable sight.

“Hundreds of new students were looking at me.”

Isabella stared into the past.

“……Except for one person.”

A boy who was at the end of the list of places determined by his entrance exam scores, and was so timid that he couldn't even raise his head.

A student from a low-income family who, unlike other students, was barely able to enter the auditorium through additional admission.

There was 'Croden Olentia', a failed student at the academy and future successor to the Bohemian Tower.