Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 465

Episode 465: Immigration (2)

My mind is blown.

“This is your lord’s…….”

Adrian tried to gauge the staff's background with his own eyes, but found nothing.

Except that it contains a power that is truly beyond common sense.

Everyone except Verden's eyes were fixed on Interis and did not know how to leave. The wizards' reactions were especially passionate.

Just by being nearby, it felt like my magical circuits were being washed clean… … I felt a strange sense of refreshment.

Blue light reflected in the eyes.

Yuni slowly approached as if possessed by something and opened her mouth wide.

“Is this your new staff member…? What’s your name, your name?”

“The End of Order, Interis.”

“The end of order? Interis sounds really good, but the modifier is really bad. I don’t know what level of thing it is… Hey, can I touch it?”

Yunia's hands were trembling.

He couldn't hide his pure, wizardly curiosity, and he didn't even try to hide it.

Verden willingly agreed.

“It doesn’t matter, but be careful how you handle it. If you do it wrong, there will be a backlash…….”

closely.

Before Verden could finish speaking, Yunia grabbed Interis. The smooth texture of the metal was felt through her fingertips and palm.

Paaaaah!

Then, the magical light emanating from the tip of Interis flashed more strongly.

My heart is pounding.

Yuni was repeatedly amazed and astonished by the thrill that resonated through her body.

Just catching it is like this.

I couldn't help but wonder how such a staff could exist.

That moment.

“Uh.”

Interis trembled, and the density of magical power flowing through it suddenly increased.

A feeling of anxiety creeping in.

Before Yunia could even dodge, the orb flashed and exploded with magical power. A terrifying repulsive force covered her entire body.

Boom!

Yunia flew at a rapid pace, crashed into the wall of the mine, and fell to the ground.

It wasn't a big shock.

She jumped up and clenched and unclenched her fists without even wiping the dirt off her face and body. Then she raised her voice.

“Interis rejected me…? Could this be the engraved artifact? I’ve only heard about it?”

The 'imprint' is what gives it the limitation that no one other than the owner can use it.

It is a quality that is naturally inherent in the highest beings, and it is impossible to intentionally reproduce it, either in the past or in the present.

In short, it was a feature that could not be seen unless it was at the level of an ancient artifact.

Even the [Einver] and [Interis] that Verden possesses are made from dragon materials, and their creators are the Dark King himself and the legendary dwarf, respectively.

Its status is different from that of ancient artifacts.

Those who did not know much about Verden's [Einver] could not help but turn away from the engraved artifact they had never seen before.

“This is an ancient artifact-grade staff…….”

“Somehow, just looking at it was ecstatic.”

“Looking closely, it seems like there are many high-level runes embedded in it. Huh, the artificial artifacts made by the magic towers are not even worthy of being called business cards. What on earth are they made of?”

The magicians of the Society, including Hares, gathered around Intenless. They were all caught up in uncontrollable excitement.

“…….”

Cain had a nearly expressionless face as usual, but at some point he found himself closest to Interis.

──Phew!

Cain, who had lightly touched the interstices, was thrown back like Yunia and flew away. The guy who had been rolling on the floor ran over and his eyes sparkled.

Yunia squeaked as she analyzed Interis with her magical eyes, and Cain showed his intention to try again with a stern expression.

Then, an old dwarf approached.

“If you keep bothering Intelis like that, you’re going to get in big trouble. That weapon was created just for Asher.”

“Huh? Who is your grandfather?”

Gharun crossed his arms.

“The dwarf who took the lead in creating that staff.”

* * *

Many eyes were focused on Gharun.

Verden introduced it himself.

“The Hammer of the Incision, Gharun. He is the one and only dwarven craftsman who designed Interis from start to finish, and led all the dwarves and Linus here to build Interis.”

“This old man……?”

“Yes, kid.”

Gharun moved his eyes.

I looked at Junia, Adrian, Cain, and Isabella in turn, and stroked my beard.

“Hmm, I kind of expected it, but it’s just as expected. As expected of the guys who follow you, they’re all unique. In many ways, they seem less mature.”

“Make something like that for me too!”

"me too."

“This is the first time I’ve ever received such a request so abruptly. You guys, how can you make something without even a single furnace? And if you want to make something like that, at least prepare Asher.”

Gharun was impressed, but of course, Yunia and Cain were not afraid. This time, the Society's attention was focused on Gharun.

Their excitement grew as they heard the story of the legendary dwarf.

Someone asked Linus.

“I know this is rude, but I have to ask you one thing. I can’t help but wonder. Can you be a blacksmith without one arm?”

“Of course. I have the Gharun here as my teacher, and I have been adjusting to being one-armed for quite some time. Hmm, yes. If I were to say that I am the one who created Orient, His Excellency Asher’s previous staff, would that be a clear answer?”

“……!!”

When Linus was told that he was the creator of Orient, those who had seen Verden's former staff members' eyes lit up.

The wizards of the Society unleashed their thirst for knowledge by asking many questions.

Linus responded as sincerely as possible, but surprisingly, even Gharun responded bluntly without showing any signs of hesitation.

The inside of the mine is noisy.

Verden, who had been looking at him, turned his head.

“Gerardin, what do you think of this mine? Is there anything lacking in it to make it a village?”

“Haha, you say it’s not enough? Compared to that cold underground, it’s a paradise. I really like it. With this size, I think I can build it up like a fortress, adding floors to create a base. Of course, it won’t be like a clan… but if you make some more lava, then maybe.”

The dwarf clan operated a fortress powered by the geothermal heat of the volcano.

As with the Black Volcano facility, if Verden creates a magma lake and takes special care of it, it may be possible to somewhat mimic the way the clan operates.

“Don’t worry about that part. And make a list of the materials needed for construction and send it to me. I’ll prepare everything for you.”

“It’s so refreshing. It’s really cool…… huff.”

Transcendence is a secret.

Geraldine instinctively covered his mouth and nodded.

"thank you."

The dwarf village chief, who had started to gain weight after leaving the bottomless pit, smiled brightly.

Geraldine, who had been walking with small steps, mingled with the dwarves of the village and chatted amicably with loud voices and laughter.

“The atmosphere is perfect.”

“That’s fortunate.”

Verden and Adrian watched the spectacle of dwarves and wizards mingling.

It was a common peacefulness, but no matter how I looked at it, it was a unique scenery.

Verden said.

“Unlike when you were bare-handed, now that you have a staff of a decent standard, do you plan on testing them out like before?”

“I really want to do that, but I have to decline. I don’t have the confidence to show you a better side of myself than I did then…….”

Adrian revealed his intuition in full.

“It seems that your Majesty has changed a lot since I last saw you.”

Change… … was actually inevitable.

Regardless of whether or not I obtained the Interis, I had the experience of going head-to-head with the Lord Set of the Arnak Empire, the Knights of the Oath, and even the Sword of Arnak.

Compared to when he awakened in the Blue Mountains, Verden was now in a much more stable state overall as a Transcendent being.

“What happened in the volcanic zone?”

“Archduke of Rivandale. Clashed with the Transcendent of the Arnak Empire.”

“……?!”

“Do you want to hear?”

Adrian nodded decisively.

“We will prepare the best alcohol possible. And of course, snacks as well.”

“Don’t expect it.”

After finishing the conversation, Verden walked away, leaving Adrian behind.

I approached Isabella, who was quietly and leisurely observing the interior from a suitable distance.

"house owner?"

“Isn’t it very uncomfortable?”

“Uh… what?”

Verden stretched out his arms.

He gently tapped Isabella's left eye.

Rather than avoiding it, she welcomed it, shrugging her shoulders while closing her left eye, which had completely lost its function in Gargant.

“Aha, that’s what you were talking about? As you can see, it’s not that awkward anymore. Thanks to the overflowing magic power, there are many ways to replace the remaining half of your vision. But why this all of a sudden?”

“I will cure this eye soon.”

“……!”

Verden activated his magic circuit and focused his magic power on his right eye.

A magic circle of reverse flow floating inside the wall.

Maan, who had become completely a part of him, looked straight at Isabella.

“……Am I going to be like that too?”

“It may not be the same, but it will not be a meaningless attempt. Even if it is partial, you have achieved something like me.”

Verden confirmed.

“I keep my promises.”

Isabella was silent for a moment.

'If the person I met at the Academy was Verden, not Croden.'

A lot must have really changed.

"know."

Isabella smiled.

* * *

Dwarves who have lived for a long time at the bottom of a black volcano have safely established themselves in a large-scale complex mining complex in the conflict zone.

Oesoo, Linus, naturally remained among the dwarves and helped design Gharun's new fortress along with Geraldine.

Since Verden personally inspected and maintained the security system, the existence of dwarves will not be discovered outside unless the opponent is a transcendent being.

'then…….'

Even though the dwarf migration is over, there is still much work to be done.

It also included a meeting with Captain Lester, the brave fugitive and a large mercenary group that had come to the ownerless lands as an introduction to the Kingdom of Estyria.

“They say that Kalia introduced you personally. Did you originally have any contact with the Kingdom of Estyria? Or with the Duke of Esperenza?”

“I belong to the latter. It wasn’t an original connection, but the Duke of Esperanza hired me directly this spring. They asked me to teach the young lady of Esperanza survival skills and mercenary techniques along with training her in close combat situations. That’s why I stayed in the Kingdom of Estiria.”

“I see. How was your duel with Kalia?”

“As the daughter of the Duke of Esperenza, she is talented. Her desire to improve is even greater. Some of her initial weaknesses have been gradually improved upon… To be honest, she has now become so weak that I am reluctant to fight her with a real sword.”

As the leader of the Knights of the White Knights, Kalia's skills are top-notch.

However, if I recall her swordsmanship and movements from my memory, I don’t think they will be able to match the presence of Captain Lester in front of me…

'I guess you've grown a lot since last year.'

I look forward to our future reunion.

After hearing the news of Kalia, Verden got down to the main topic.

“I heard that Lester Lordhart, if you win the competitive match, you want to meet with me in person. So, what do you want?”

Verden, who was in the upper seat, tilted the wall to the side.

The neck of Lester, the leader of the brave fugitives sitting diagonally across from him, twitched involuntarily.

'This is really no joke.'

Leicester also had dealings with several nobles and royalty.

But the pressure I feel now is so heavy that it can't even be compared to that time.

"we are……."

Leicester took a breath.

“We want to have an exclusive contract with the North.”

He tried hard to correct his speech, but he thought it would only make him sound more awkward, so he put respect into his voice and attitude.

Verden asked.

“If it’s an exclusive contract, can it be interpreted to mean that they want to become our private soldiers, not just an employee-mercenary relationship?”

"exactly."

“The reason is.”

“Because I saw the miserable end of a wandering life……. Hmm, this seems too incoherent. May I speak at length?”

Verden nodded lightly.

Manager Leicester, who had been given time, organized the story in his head.

“I am from the Kingdom of Ailan.”

The Kingdom of Ailan.

Although it is a small country, there are probably few people who do not know its name.

This is the country where Dahit Westroel, the leader of the Black Hour, was born, and it was destroyed by him and disappeared into the back alleys of history.

───Dahit was an orphan from that small country. To be exact, he was a nobleman, but his entire family was executed due to political strife. Only the young Dahit was able to survive and escape the country.

This was a fact that I heard directly from the wise sage, Melad Tastyen, one of the first members of the Black Hour and founder of the Society.

Lester slowly pressed his head.

“When the Kingdom of Ailan was destroyed by the hands of the Transcendent One, I was nothing. I was just another common orphan from a fallen nation.”

Lester's life was also nothing special.

It was a common occurrence for someone to become a mercenary after wandering from city to city to survive without any connections.

“But I had some talent, so I was able to survive and save money. But I still felt empty. Something was missing. After thinking about it for a few months, I suddenly realized that I didn’t have a home like others.”

A place to return to or to return to.

Lester, who was making a living by traveling through the bloody battlefields, didn't even have a small hut.

We slept at the village inn, and if that didn't work out, we just camped out.

He was still an orphan who had lost his country.

“So naturally, I began to look for a home… and as a result, mercenaries who were the same or had similar intentions as me began to gather around me or under me. Soon, it became a small mercenary group and was even given the name of Brave Fugitives. Now, it has become a huge mercenary group with thousands of members.”

“But that mercenary group couldn’t be the home you wanted.”

Lester spoke frankly in a single word that seemed to see right through his mind.

“……How can you call a building that could collapse at any moment a home? I wouldn’t mind if I were the only one, but I couldn’t have thousands of family members living underneath it for the rest of my life. I realized long ago that the mercenary group’s end would ultimately be annihilation.”

but.

“Now that I’ve come to do something else, it’s impossible for everyone to live together. Throwing them away is out of the question. But even if I were to find a place that would accept everyone, there’s no place that would accommodate this many people for the rest of their lives. That’s why I worked as a mercenary leader and searched fervently.”

“…….”

“The Kingdom of Estyria was no exception… but, as expected, it was rejected. Of course, that was natural. Why would I hire a huge mercenary group that I wouldn’t use for the rest of my life? While I was spending time in the kingdom… Lady Kalia said so.”

Lester took a breath.

“A new force called the North has been created in the land where no one has ever lived, and its center is said to be the sacred spirit of the Eastern Continent and the honorary count of the Kingdom of Estyria. They are seeking mercenaries for war, so why don’t you go and check it out?”

He clasped his hands together.

“I’ve been thinking about the proposal all day. Yes, that unclaimed land… I thought it could be a home for a brave fugitive.”

“So you decided to walk in the North, where everyone seemed to be at a disadvantage? How bold.”

“A merchant I met a while ago once said that investing at the bottom can yield the greatest profits. That was an impressive statement.”

Lester continued.

“I also judged that the North was undervalued in the world. So, if we played a role like the founding fathers of the North in the competition… I had hopes that we could also become a part of the power. Of course, at the center of it was Lady Kalia’s unsparing trust in His Excellency Asher. Thanks to that, even the most unbelievable rumors became believable.”

Verden wondered what Kalia had said, but tried not to ask.

“What is it like to see it in person?”

“I’ve seen many overrated cases so far… but today I realized. There are some things that cannot be contained in rumors.”

Lester clenched his fist.

“I know that Your Majesty has some formidable powerhouses by your side. I personally saw them defeat the King of Mercenaries and the Elder of the Tower. I wouldn’t dare to reach them.”

The voice gradually gains strength.

“Nevertheless, as we saw in the competitive battle, they have proven themselves to be useful to us. The Brave Fugitives are not exactly clean as a mercenary group. However, they are upright. Up until now, those who have committed dirty deeds have been expelled or punished by my own hands.”

Lester stood up immediately.

Then he went to the table, knelt down with a loud thud, and asked.

“Please accept it.”

Leicester's desperation wasn't just about his own comfort.

It was an expression of his complex emotions, including the fulfillment of his own long-held dream and the livelihood of the mercenaries he had collected with his own hands.

It was a sense of responsibility.

Berden, who was looking down at Leicester, pulled his chin slightly.

“I was just about to organize a group to specialize in policing the North. With his reputation as a brave fugitive, he would be a good fit.”

“……!”

“But from now on, the name of the brave fugitive will disappear. If mercenaries from the group gather together and create their own faction, it will be difficult. We need to abandon our former form and become one with the North.”

“Of course.”

"and."

Verden gave serious advice.

“The most important thing is the will of the mercenaries. Those who wish to leave freely and not remain in the North should be provided with ample provisions. No one should be forced to make a choice.”

Lester took that as a rule.

“I'll keep that in mind.”

“When you are ready, go to the ruler of the North, Liam Arlane, not me. He is the lord who will be collecting your salaries from now on.”

Verden issued an edict.

“If you understand, then you can go now.”

“……I won’t disappoint you. Thank you for giving me the opportunity. Sincerely.”

Lester bowed deeply and left the room. His steps were much lighter than when he had come.

'With this, the northern security issue has been resolved… … .'

Verden stared out the window.

'I don't know when it will arrive, but fortunately it looks like I won't have to wait long.'

He was waiting for someone's reaction.

The premonition came true.

Not long after that, a guest came to visit Verden.

The Magic Tower of Volcanic Island, its owner.