Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 467

Episode 467 Premonition

After successfully concluding negotiations with Verden, Beltroa left Arrein with the prisoners, including Melconi.

The sound quickly fades away.

Along with him, the siege of the magic tower surrounding Arain was dismantled, and several high-ranking magicians followed the magic tower lord in a line.

A large-scale spatial displacement reaction occurs over time.

As soon as the Magic Tower of Volcanic Island achieved its original purpose, it left the ownerless land without any hesitation and returned to the Eastern Continent.

Swish.

With a sense of transcendence, Verden sat up after confirming that their presence had completely disappeared from where he was sitting.

'There's not much left to clean up now.'

The dwarves who migrated to the large mine are busy building the fortress of their dreams, and they have also obtained the desired items from the magic tower on the volcanic island.

There were still issues to be resolved regarding the rebels in the east that the South had planted and the ransom for the mercenary king, but there were other urgent matters to be resolved.

'The Black Hour usurpation war is drawing near.'

By awakening as a transcendent being, Verden became a being equal to Dahit, and even obtained the Interis that could handle that level.

The strength consumed during the clash with Arnak's sword a while ago has almost completely recovered.

There is no reason to hesitate any longer.

From the moment the sages of the Society respond to the meeting, they will begin to plan and execute detailed, full-scale plans targeting the Black Hour.

‘… … It won’t go smoothly, right?’

Verden and Society's goal is not to subdue Black Hour, but to reclaim Black Hour's throne that was taken away in the past.

That is why we must use the 'formal procedures' that Dahit Westroel did not go through as a pretext and as a means.

But before that, the biggest challenge is to make the stage set by Society and Verden into something that Dahit himself cannot refuse.

'In the process of resolving this, a clash with Black Hour is inevitable.'

As they are a transcendent force that is currently called the Death Wizard Group in the magic world and is considered an object of fear, their power is likely on a different level.

Verden, Adrian, Isabella.

Not everyone can guarantee survival.

so.

'Along with restoring Isabella's left eye───our top priority is to grant her special magical powers that she has never had before.'

And if possible, ask Gharun to create dragon-material weapons for Adrian and Isabella.

Maximize your power.

Verden had no intention of allowing anyone to make sacrifices during the process of destroying the Black Hour and Bohemian Tower.

It's been the same since then.

Thud, thud.

As Verden walked down the center of the hallway, lost in thought, Yunia peeked out through the open window.

“Senior, I have prepared all the alchemy materials you asked me to secure a while ago.”

“Good work. You brought it back quickly.”

“It’s nothing to ask of us. And I even went out and did it myself.”

Yunia was proud.

“Oh, by the way. I heard that the leader of the volcanic island just came to Arane. Did you finish negotiating with your senior?”

“It wasn’t something that would take long.

“Hey, I missed it by a hair. I wanted to see Matapju’s face at least once… In that spirit, can I ask you something?”

"okay."

“What would happen if I were to engage in a one-on-one magic battle with the Magic Tower Master? Do you think I would have a chance of winning?”

The sight of Yunia subduing Melconi in a competitive match and demonstrating her superiority spread like wildfire through word of mouth.

Naturally, the ripple effect was enormous.

Since the existence of Unia was already known even outside the ownerless land, the debut could be said to have been a great success.

Cain, who captured the mercenary king, was also like that.

In other words, Yuni, who became famous overnight, has extremely high self-esteem.

It was only natural that he would not be intimidated by the name of Matapju, but would instead consider it as an opportunity to prove his abilities.

“The odds are against me…….”

Verden simply compared and analyzed Beltroa's level and Unia's capabilities, which he had grasped to some extent through his insight.

“It’s probably a little less than 10 percent.”

“Oh my! Is that all you can do?”

“Beltlore Rium Solastell has been the ruler of the volcanic island for decades. He may be the highest-ranking wizard in Andranov, but he is on a different level from Melconi, a mere elder.”

Furthermore, if the volcanic island is fully armed with a number of artifacts that are only available to the Magic Tower Lord, the gap will widen further.

For Unia, who is in the middle of the 6th tier, it is difficult in many ways to handle the top of the 6th tier.

“Of course, if you use the magic you pioneered and strengthened with all your might to properly hit the target, even the Magic Tower Master will not be safe. That’s why I thought there was at least a small chance of winning.”

“They say that it’s difficult to even reach the Magic Tower unless you openly hit it. It would be greedy to look down on the Magic Tower already.”

Yunia shrugged her shoulders without showing any sign of disappointment.

And asked.

“Then what if we only consider pure talent?”

“You are overwhelmingly superior.”

The limit of the hierarchy of Unia is 8th level.

If you can overcome the wall of transcendence, you can surpass even the pinnacle of the magic world.

“That’s enough.”

Yunia smiled in satisfaction after hearing Verden's straightforward evaluation.

A faint hint of madness is glimpsed.

It was a strong feeling mixed with a desire for magic, a desire to achieve higher heights, and pride as a society.

Verden, who had taken his gaze away from Yunia, continued walking and spoke.

“I’ll take Isabella out to the no man’s land for a while. It won’t take long. A few days should be enough.”

“Where are you going with Sister Isabella?”

Verden answered lightly, as if he were going out for a walk in front of the house.

“Eastern Continent.”

* * *

Cohen, an industrial city in the Principality of Riviant.

That peculiarly desolate street was not much different from the scenery I had seen the year before last.

“This is the city of the principality…….”

Isabella, standing next to Verden, looks around. This is her first time on the Eastern Continent.

Cohen's scenery was captured in his golden eyes.

“It’s definitely quite different from the Central Continent in terms of architectural style. However, it seems less gloomy than what the head of household said. Isn’t this quite unique? Compared to the uninhabited lands.”

“If you compare it to an uninhabited land, anywhere will feel exotic.”

However backward Cohen may be, it is much more livable than the average city in a no man's land where the lord's seat is often taken by sword.

“The slums are this way.”

Verden walked ahead, guiding Isabella along.

No attention was paid to it.

Verden was dramatically lowering his own presence by surrounding [Einver] with <Veil>, so he was completely out of the public eye.

Isabella, with her face covered by a black robe, gave off an odd aura and made her seem dangerous, so the residents of the slums were busy looking down and turning away.

Verden asked.

“How is the research on Lisandro’s fruit going?”

“I’m still figuring it out, but it’s really interesting. When I took a small piece of the shell and tested it, I found that the mechanism is completely different from the normal healing process we know.”

“Is this a method of operation that has never been announced in the magical world?”

“At least as far as I know. So in a word… I saw the possibility of creating something that surpasses the potions currently in commercial use? That’s why I made a separate sample so that I can experiment with it anytime, anywhere, and I always carry it with me along with a special tool. Look.”

Isabella took out a magical item in the shape of a transparent cube, often used in alchemy, and showed a piece of fruit the size of a fingernail stored inside.

His eyes, his voice, and his face are full of enthusiasm.

It seems that he really likes the fruit of Lisandro that he received as a reward from the Great Forest.

'It was a good decision to leave it to Isabella.'

While we were talking like that, we arrived at our destination.

Pale's arrowhead.

I entered the store through the entrance where the bell was ringing.

An old man wearing round glasses stared intently at the newspaper and spoke curtly.

“If you want to custom order it, wait 5 minutes. Otherwise, just choose from the display case. The prices are listed, so don’t ask for anything.”

It's no different than before.

Other than that they accept custom orders.

Verden took off the <veil>.

“Is Pale inside?”

"huh?"

The old man raised his head.

He frowned and tilted his head, then quickly opened his eyes.

I found out who it was.

“It’s right down there, Your Majesty.”

A polite attitude towards nobles.

As he enjoyed reading newspapers and was also a subordinate in the information business, he was naturally aware of Verden's apparent identity.

“But the person next to me……”

“We are a group. I can vouch for their identity.”

“Okay, go ahead. I’ll give you a signal to skip all the formalities, so you can just go straight down to the tavern.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

I passed the old man and headed inside the building. I went down the stairs in the corner and stepped into an old warehouse.

The hidden passage is already open.

Sigh.

Isabella scanned the entrance to the passageway and lightly ran her hand over it.

“There is absolutely no magical element to it, it is completely mechanical. It also has measures in place against <Magic Detection>. It seems like a very cautious information dealer.”

“There’s no such thing as that.”

Verden and Isabella descended the old staircase deep into the basement and arrived at a quiet hallway. As they continued on, they came to an open space.

Basement tavern.

The bar was empty.

The bartender was away, and no customers came to make requests or collect orders from the information dealer.

Instead.

"welcome."

Only a skinny man remained.

“It’s been a long time, Asher.”

Man───Information, Pale wholeheartedly welcomed the two.

* * *

Information pale.

An informant for Grey who was introduced to Verden by Butcher and Galeaak and who was of great help to Verden when he was active in the Duchy.

He was the one who told Verden about Loafra, and was also the information agent of the Kingdom of Estyria and Ferne's former senior.

“Your power has grown since I last saw you, Pale.”

“Haha, thanks to you I gained some weight.”

Pale answered with a smile and turned to Isabella.

“A late introduction. I am Pale, information officer for Southern and Northern Grey in the Principality of Liviant.”

Isabella wet her robe.

“It’s nice to meet you, Pale. I can’t tell you my name due to some circumstances… but please understand that Asher and I are inseparable.”

“Oh, is that so……! I have a strong feeling that the two of you look so well together. It’s really nice to see you.”

I don't know what Pale misunderstood, but he didn't try to correct it. Isabella smiled playfully at Verden.

The two sat side by side in the center of the bar, guided by Pale, while Pale acted as the bartender on the other side.

“Is there any drink you would like to have separately?”

“Please do what you are confident in.”

"me too."

“Okay, just wait a moment.”

Pale took out several alcoholic beverages and fruits and began to skillfully make a cocktail.

Verden asked.

“I clearly remember that the last time I saw you, you were an information agent in the South. Your district has expanded since then.”

“As you know, the duchy was in chaos after the destruction of the Gardran Marquisate due to the efforts of Lord Asher and Marquis Ravishun. In the process of sorting it out, I stretched out my arm and it got squeezed. Now, there is no competitor in the duchy who can threaten me.”

“For something like that, the basement tavern looks too empty.”

“Oh, that’s because I moved my base while taking over the North. I use this place as my personal hideout. There’s no better place to enjoy this hobby.”

Pale poured the mixed drink into two glasses and garnished them with fruit.

The taste was quite rich.

Although the alcohol content was high, it was not a problem for Isabella and Verden at all.

“How are you?”

Isabella gestured that she liked it by taking another sip.

Verden put down his glass.

“That’s okay. I can work as a bartender at Fernet’s bar.”

“Hahaha, the Kingdom of Estyria and the Duchy of Riviant have recently begun diplomatic exchanges. If I ever get to visit the kingdom, working there for a few days would be a good experience.”

Pale continued, preparing a new drink.

“…Since two years ago, I have heard of Asher’s activities from afar. The Kingdom of Estyria, the City-United Kingdom of Kylians, the Republic of Veldirn, and recently, the Land of No Owners… There have been incidents that I would not dare to speak of. Nevertheless, I dare to say this.”

He nodded slightly.

“Those unimaginable experiences seem to have had a truly positive effect on Asher’s life.”

“Do you see it?”

“You’ve changed a lot. I can’t really put my finger on it though.”

The Berden of the year before last only pursued becoming stronger with the talent he gained from going against the grain.

He took on a lot of commissions for him and earned the money he needed.

'That was the 4th level.'

Well, compared to now that I have become a transcendent being, there may be a huge difference.

So much so that even Pale can be felt vaguely.

widely.

A second drink was placed in front of us.

“But I never dreamed that you would come all the way from the Central Continent to this place. What brings you here all of a sudden?”

“I'll tell you that.”

Isabella brought up the subject.

“I came to introduce you to Lito Barslan.”

Lito Barslan.

An eccentric old man with a connection to Pale.

He was the best alchemist in the duchy, possessing the knowledge and talent to create a magic core on his own if he had the materials… … and as a result, he gave Verden the opportunity to obtain the ‘Magic Eye’.

* * *

Society's island, its silver fortress.

Melad summoned Osgar after receiving a report from Cain and Junia, who were active in the Land of No Man.

“What's going on?”

“It seems that the divine wants to meet us.”

The wise men of wisdom and the wise men of power.

The two people read the report over and over again, conversing.

“We’re meeting all of a sudden. Did something come up with the Bohemian Tower again?”

“Well, maybe it’s time to turn our blades toward the Black Hour.”

“Already? No, that’s… no matter how I look at it, it seems too early. But apart from that, I do need to see your face again.”

Hidden information that was intentionally revealed by the Divine, obtained during the process of dealing with the Rayshen Taillord of the Bohemian Tower.

The wise men had come to their own conclusions by analyzing and judging him.

“When does the guardian sage come?”

“I sent you a message.”

“No response? Then it’ll take some time. The magic world has never been quiet these days, so there’ll be a mountain of work to process and respond to…….”

However, we cannot exclude the wise men of Suho.

Because important matters of the Society can only be decided by all three wise men together, unless one of them is unable to attend.

“The air current is so fast. So fast.”

Osgar, the Sage of Power, had a premonition that he would soon be faced with great trouble.

Maybe even closer.