Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 463

Summary of Episode 463

The announcement of the cancellation of the proposal by Seddon, who was hired as a broker, was enough to freeze the atmosphere in the conference room.

Let's just pretend the offer never happened.

Not only the host, but also the western, southern, and northern forces except Verden looked at him with eyes that seemed to have no idea what was going on.

“Three, three times?”

Gideon of the South raised his voice slightly, hiding his trembling eyes.

It was meant to be a request for explanation.

Hana Serlo turned her head away without even looking at Gideon, and slowly avoided Verden's gaze.

“……I will say it again. I promise never to go back on my word, and the New Eastern Kingdom will honor the contract of the competition. I am saying that we will follow the agreement reached by the great lords.”

"for a moment……!"

“Host, did you hear what I said?”

“Ah…… Ah, yes.”

“You are a witness to the arbitration area. Everyone here… is a witness. A witness to the verbal promise that Shin Dongbu will not open his mouth about the competition in the future! So there is no need to leave a document behind.”

Ki-ki-ki-ki.

Serlo pushed away his will and got up from his seat, hurriedly adjusting his clothes.

“Anyway, since that’s the position of the new East, I’ll be heading back now. There’s no reason to stay in the conference room any longer. And I just remembered something else to do. That’s it.”

He poured out his words without anyone having a chance to stop him and immediately turned around. There was no hesitation, as if he had truly finished his business.

Thud, thud, thud.

So Serlo took out the hat he had kept in his bosom, pulled it down low, and left the conference room.

* * *

Serlo, who took a deep breath of the outside air, suppressed his impatience and very carefully descended the 47 steps.

If possible, I wanted to leave this city of Medillon, or rather, this unclaimed land, with all my might, but it seemed impossible.

Instinct, intuition, and experience speak.

From now on, if you breathe wrong, you could end up leaving this world.

“Serendipity!”

A voice was heard from behind him, but Serlo had no time to pay attention. He silently looked down and went down the stairs.

Soon the toe of the shoe left the stairs and touched the city floor.

widely.

Gideon, who had rushed over and urgently requested the moderator to pause the meeting, grabbed Serlo's shoulder firmly.

“Where on earth are you going? The meeting isn’t over yet.”

“I think you must have stated your position.”

“Position? No, you’re saying that right now……!!”

Gideon barely managed to swallow his words.

Because if we talk about it openly here, the secret contract will become an open secret.

He expressed his dissatisfaction with only facial expressions, without necessarily expressing it in words.

This is a breach of contract.

Serlo, who was focused on the front, muttered softly.

“That’s why people don’t know the topic.”

“What is that… hmm?!”

In the blink of an eye, Serlo grabbed the lower part of Gideon's face.

Even with just a little bit of force, you can feel the evil force that could burst your head. Silence was enforced by firmly fixing the jaw joint.

“All things in the world are classified into four categories.”

“……!!!……!!”

“Things you can do, things you can’t do, things you have to do, things you shouldn’t do. If you know how to distinguish between these to some extent, you can save your reputation.”

Serlo confirmed.

“And this is something that cannot be done and must not be done. Absolutely……!!”

He pushed Gideon over and stepped forward again, taking slightly longer strides. More cautiously than usual.

It was then that we entered a quiet alley where the conference room was not visible.

An unprecedented magical force stopped Serlo in his tracks.

───That's unexpected.

Someone's voice is transmitted.

It was not an auditory hallucination, but purely a will transmitted to Serlo.

Qi, magic power, divine power.

Except in special cases, only a very small number of beings are able to transmit their thoughts through the three powers.

This is the art of the transcendent.

───The level must have been hidden for sure.

An overwhelming presence is conveyed.

At the same time, Serlo, who had stopped breathing, began to tremble.

“No, I didn’t know.”

Who could have predicted that there would be a great being in an uninhabited land… … and that a magician, known as the divinity of the Eastern Continent, would enter the realm of transcendence?

In the first place, the transcendental forces were not supposed to interfere in the land without an owner, because if they were not careful, the balance would be severely distorted.

But that is only a promise made between the 'existing' transcendent beings.

It is a blatant fact that it does not practically apply to the newly born transcendent being.

And it's reality.

“If I had known whose territory this was, I would never have interfered. As you just saw, I withdrew my offer in front of everyone……!”

Serlo felt dizzy.

'How did things turn out like this?'

It was a request that simply required modifying the competitive contract at the request of the South.

Once again a clear voice was heard.

───Have you ever met a Transcendent?

“……Yes, there is.”

The fear that Serlo feels now, that fear, comes from experience.

───Then, I guess you already know what will happen in the future without me having to tell you.

Kwak.

Serlo's whole body naturally becomes strong.

The senses I had honed my entire life were now so regrettable. I had learned something I should never have known.

I couldn't help but say that it was my bad luck that I realized that without even knowing it.

“Please give me a chance! I will never set foot here again, so please……!”

Serlo's voice rings out as if it will break.

Blood flowed from the hand that had clenched into a fist.

He begged for his life, saying that if he wanted, he would leave the Central Continent, and if he wanted, he would never appear in the world again for the rest of his life.

It was almost like a speech.

When Serlo's breathing became increasingly ragged, Verden asked.

───What is your real name?

It is foolish to hide the truth from a transcendent being with supreme insight.

“Three, this is Serlo Broden.”

───Cero Broden. Of course, I can't just let you go. I don't know when or where you might change your mind.

"I am……!!!"

───And there's something else I want to know.

The last whisper struck my mind.

───If you run away, you die.

The presence that had been weighing heavily on Serlo's mind slowly disappeared. The thoughts left behind by the Transcendent One echoed within him.

I feel dizzy.

A relaxed Serlo stumbled and slumped against the wall of the building.

The rough language from my adventurer days came out of my mouth.

“……I’m done.”

A situation where one encounters a transcendent being who has intentionally kept his identity hidden from the world.

There was no other way to express this feeling of injustice than with those words.

* * *

Verden crossed his arms.

'I never thought that even the Lords of the Empire would discover your true identity. You have a peculiar eye for detail.'

I don't know where this old man named Serlo came from, but I'm quite intrigued by his strength and personality.

So, I guess we should question him.

To find out what the Confederacy was up to behind the scenes during the competition.

thud.

Gideon of the South, who had been following Serlo, returned and sat down.

A pale face.

Rather than being scared, his complex emotions are clearly reflected in his expression.

Verden said.

“Considering that you chased after him so urgently, it seems like you have a deep connection with that man named Se-Dun. Did you have a good conversation?”

Gideon flinched, then quickly mastered his expression. His face returned to its usual state and he shook his head confidently.

“There is no particular connection, I only saw him when I met Marquis Gerdom, the former great lord of the East. And the reason I chased after Se-don was purely to warn him not to cause confusion in the meeting like that again. So please do not misunderstand.”

“Then, like the new East, you probably have no complaints about the results of the competition. You said in the first place that you would not get involved since it was a matter between the North and the East.”

Gideon's head spun rapidly.

It is unclear why the broker ran away, but there appears to be no way to revive the offer in the immediate talks.

So I smiled happily.

“Of course.”

After hearing the southern answer, Verden turned his head to the west of the conference room.

“The West?”

“We also said that we would stand by and watch, so of course we have no intention of raising an objection now. Congratulations on your victory in the competition.”

Clap clap clap.

The sound of applause spreads.

It felt a bit dry and unpalatable, but it didn't matter.

With this, the large-scale complex mines that the South had owned became officially and completely the North's, as a prize for competition.

Finally, it's the hostage's turn.

“You said Helmer. How does the ruler pay the mercenary king’s ransom?”

“You said you would leave it entirely to the North.”

Helmer pushed up his glasses slightly.

He was attending the meeting in a businesslike manner without any particular disturbance.

“Are you saying you will accept any request?”

“No matter who sees it, we are the ones who are disappointed. However, if you want a detailed answer, I would suggest that you talk to the King of Mercenaries directly rather than me. He would know exactly how much he is worth.”

Negotiate with the prisoner himself.

To be honest, the West's intentions were obvious, but there was nothing they couldn't accept.

“I’ll send you a separate letter later.”

“I will wait.”

The conversation with the West ended simply.

Verden focused his attention on the center of the conference room.

"moderator."

“Yes, yes.”

“I heard that the suicide of Lord Cardric was the fault of the Arbitration Zone, not the North. So the ransom should be paid by the Arbitration Zone.”

“Well, that’s the precedent. I’ll report to my superiors first…….”

“I’ll give you one week to set a price that satisfies us and send someone to the city, Arane. This time, without making any mistakes.”

Verden stood up.

“Prove the existence of the arbitration zone.”

If you don't properly make up for today's responsibility, I'll tear down the entire arbitration area… … The moderator nodded several times, understanding the meaning of those words.

Although there were many twists and turns, the outcome of the competition was decided, and the first hostage negotiations with each force were concluded normally.

“Go back.”

The cleanup is over.

* * *

On the way out of the conference hall and towards where the carriages in the north were parked.

Cain and Junia, who were sitting at the very back of the group, looked at Verden's back and whispered with their hands covering their mouths.

“Wow, it was about to become a real mess, but as soon as my senior came, it was all sorted out in one go. Without killing anyone.”

"I know."

Cain narrowed his eyes.

“It’s clear that the senior’s mood has changed since we visited Daesurim. No matter how much I look at it, I can’t tell what it is.”

“Isn’t that so? Or is it simply because the robes that were once pure white turned black?”

“Maybe so.”

“Hmm. I think I heard somewhere that the darker the clothes, the more intimidating they seem to others… Should I try that too?”

The twins were fiddling with their robes, seriously considering what color to change them to.

Bam.

Verden opened the carriage door with <telekinesis> and pointed inside.

“You guys go in first.”

Isabella put her hands on her waist.

“Gaju, where are you going now?”

“I have someone to talk to. I’ll be back tonight at the latest.”

“Well, that’s good. I’ll wait for you at Arane.”

“See you later, Asher.”

Isabella and Liam got into the carriage after exchanging greetings.

“Cain, and Junia.”

“Huh? Why are you calling us?”

“Tell him when you report back later. I want to meet him soon.”

“……!”

There is no need to explain what I mean.

“Okay, senior.”

“Okay, senior.”

The new generation of society nodded their heads with serious expressions.