Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 512

Chapter 512: Conversation (1)

The cabin in the Nutiar forest, despite its shabby appearance, is imbued with many meanings. For some, it is a place of rest and refuge, a memory of their youth.

A safe space where you can evacuate in case any problems arise.

Although the cabin itself was clumsily built by the first eight members with hammering, they built a sturdy security around it that only they could access.

In addition, in times of emergency, it is possible to create large-scale chain waves of magical energy to implicitly communicate the situation.

This was the prototype of the magical technique that the Society's mark possessed, which caused magical waves to be generated and sent out specific signals.

“I was wondering if you might be there since the hut had been abandoned for a long time… but it looks like you haven’t forgotten. You came looking for me.”

Karindin groaned softly and fell silent at Melad's calm tone.

Finally he opened his mouth.

“Melad, I knew you’d be here.”

“I didn’t come here looking for a place I couldn’t go to. This is a place we all created together. But in the end, it ended up like this.”

She caressed the tall plants that grew on the rotted, splintered wooden floor.

“But where is 'Mabel'?”

“It's here.”

Along with a familiar voice, someone put both arms on the window frame of the cabin and a familiar face peered in.

Mabel Lisonia Sealer.

He was one of the original eight members of the Dark Warton Tower, who practiced enchantment and black magic in his youth.

“You’ve aged a lot, Tastien. More than I thought.”

Mabel's eyes turned downward.

“……Maybe it’s because of the aftereffects of that day, but my legs seem completely ruined.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you still resent us?”

“You’re asking the obvious.”

For a moment, veins appeared on Melad's hand, which was resting on the wheelchair handle. If he had been holding a knife, he would have thrown it at any moment.

widely.

Mabel leaped over the window sill and stepped into the cabin.

He maintains his youthful body with a high-level curse that can only be cast on himself if he has a very high aptitude for black magic, and his wrinkle-free face is completely revealed.

Mabel shrugged, standing awkwardly with her hands on her hips.

“How many years have passed since the usurpation, and you still have feelings? Whether it’s guilt, anger, or hatred, they should just disappear and remain. If you barely managed to escape with your life, why didn’t you just live out the rest of your life in peace? Why did you come all the way here?”

“You’re still that cynical. But even if I had just stayed still, I don’t think you would have left me alone.”

Melad sneered.

“Looking at the fact that he finally tried to find Harkan and kill him.”

"that……."

Mabel averted her eyes.

“Because someone caused the power source of the Magic Tower to go out of control and turned it against us to cause a war with the Bohemirn Magic Tower. Harkan was one of the people who could have done that. And of course, you, Tastien.”

Wasn't it Dahit who caused the power source of the Bohemian Tower to go out of control…?

Then he wondered who on earth could have caused such a big incident and thrown Black Hour into such a tangle, but since they didn't seem to know anything either, Melad didn't bother asking.

“That seems to go against your viewpoint that values reason over emotion. Were you afraid? Were you afraid that one day we would come and seek revenge, and that now would be the day?”

“It’s not that I’m scared, it’s that I’m annoyed. You guys know everything about the Black Hour… and you actually did it.”

Karindin felt a sharp pain near her ribs.

A strange transcendent force invaded the Great Hall.

The injury had healed, but the scars were already etched into his memory.

Anyway, back to the main point.

“Why did you call us?”

“I have come to raise an objection as the first member.”

"dental?"

“As you know, Dahit was supposed to become the leader of Black Hour at the succession ceremony, with the consent of all of us.”

but.

“He chose to usurp the succession on his own. Even if you acknowledged it, it does not at all conform to the ‘unanimous’ method, which is the discipline that the founders of Black Hour, including myself, have carefully considered and established. So───”

Melad confirmed.

“Dahit Wesroel cannot be the leader of the Black Hour.”

Declaration of ineligibility.

The past questions the present.

“……It’s already been decades. Do you think it makes sense to ask Dahit, the transcendent being who reigned over the continent, about his qualifications now?”

“It might have been like that a while ago. But now the [Eternal Hourglass] that should be in the Great Hall has fallen to us. And there is the next leader of Black Hour, who I and Cayman have acknowledged.”

“Melad.”

“As a successor to Harkan, I have met the requirements. Therefore, it is sufficient to hold a succession ceremony that was not possible in the past.”

The story that the unidentified transcendent being appears to be the successor to Black Hour has already been delivered directly to Dahit.

Karindin bit her molars.

“I wasn’t sure because I didn’t have proper information, but it looks like Cayman Vermont is still alive. It hurts. If you had secured your magic power beforehand, this probably wouldn’t have happened.”

At that time, Dahit was able to obtain some of Harkan's magical power by destroying his magical circuits, but not the rest.

Because of this, unlike Harkan, tracking using the unfinished [Black Hour Compass] that was successfully developed last year was impossible.

Mabel lifted her chin.

“What if we don’t object?”

“Did it sound like you had a choice? Unfortunately, this is not a suggestion, it’s a notice.”

“I can subdue you right now.”

“If I had come alone, I could have done it.”

That's right.

Just as Karindin and Mabel had Black Hour officers waiting in the rear, Melad had also naturally kept a strong force on standby.

Perhaps there might be a transcendent being… …Carindin and Mabel thought, and just glared, unable to move rashly.

Finally, Karindin asked.

“……If you are going to hold the succession ceremony so strongly, the two successors should first meet officially and talk. It seems that Dahit also has business with your successor. When is the date?”

“Five days later.”

“I’ll tell Dahit that.”

He turned his back on Karindin.

Mabel followed him, tapping the floor with her toes.

Melad whispered to the backs of his old friends whom he hated so much.

“Why did you betray me?”

The footsteps stopped.

Following a deep breath, the answer came softly.

“We were only in our 20s and 30s, so we were pure and idealistic. Even though Black Hour, a small gathering for the study of magic, grew into a powerful force in the magic world by accepting capable magicians from all over the continent, we focused only on magical research.”

Karindin turned her head slightly and glanced over her shoulder at Melad.

“Especially the six of you, you were the same. Your hearts didn’t change over time. However… we just became aware of reality.”

“Even brothers born from the same womb fight and kill each other, right? It’s similar.”

Mabel mutters softly.

“Even if the beginning is the same, as always, the thoughts were different.”

We started out together, but our paths were different.

The dead do not return, so there is no turning back, and it is too late to turn back.

* * *

“Ahem, ahem, ahem.”

At the top of the fantasy haven that stands tall in the great city of Gargant──Ignacia, sitting on the edge, hummed while swinging her legs alternately.

Not the appearance of a girl who has been decorated with charm, but the appearance of a mature body with alluring beauty.

“Dahit. Dahit Westroel.”

She smiled slightly as she recalled the name of the worst criminal in the current magical world.

It's not a joke.

It's amazing.

It was a tribute to a being who had reached the same level of transcendence.

“They say that the Transcendent is a psychopath chasing after an ideal, but I’ve only seen him approaching it… This is the first time I’ve actually seen someone as close to their dream as you.”

Dahith Westroel's quest, judgment, and decision regarding the ancient wizard in the ice.

Dahit's plan was devised based on discoveries and conjectures that even the imaginative Ignacia had never thought of.

The nature of hierarchy.

The existence of a magic circuit.

Ignacia, who heard the views and goals preached by Dahit, who suddenly came to Gargant, did not spare her applause.

It was as it should be.

So much so that I'm willing to lend you the mighty power of super magic.

'The magic world will soon be turned upside down.'

The Magical Nation, the Magical City, the Magic Tower… …all of them will be swept away by the torrent. There will be unstoppable chaos due to unprecedented changes.

Who can stop it?

Can it be stopped?

Should I try to stop it?

“Ahahahahaha.”

Ignacia burst into laughter.

I can't help but think of the faces of the magical world who were shocked beyond bewilderment.

Including the transcendent ones.

The form of super magic she passed on to Dahit is in itself infinitely dangerous, converging on zero. It is nothing more than a sort of transmission device.

At best, it is intended to help Dahit and provide the means he needs.

It is not known exactly when Dahit will put his plan into action.

But it won't be long.

The moment Dahit Wesroel finds the final piece of the puzzle, the magical world will advance one step. Or, it will fall back.

The fun and joy that comes with unpredictable change.

Ignacia, who had just burst into laughter, leaned forward and rested her back on the floor.

The dark moon───I stretched out my hand toward the night sky where the dark moon had risen.

“Someday I too…….”

Will the day ever come when my ideal will truly be achieved?

Ignacia advised.

* * *

Tick tock.

The second hand of the clock rings in my ears repeatedly like a heartbeat.

In the quiet room, where robes were caressed and the faint sound of metal could be heard, Yunia and Cain each prepared themselves.

The condition is perfect.

The only flaw was that his body was slightly stiff, but it would soon loosen up.

“……It must be incredibly dangerous, right?”

“I guess so.”

When Yunia asked while spinning the staff around, Cain nodded while holding the magic sword on his waist.

A confrontation with Black Hour, which was created in the past by the Sage of Wisdom.

Transcendental forces.

There is no need to talk about its power, as it continues to wage war against the Western Continent's Magic Tower Alliance and occasionally even wins battles.

“Phew.”

There was a mixture of excitement and tension in his breath.

The twins, who witnessed the magical power and magic of their senior who had become a transcendent being, could realize just how high a level it was.

The shock was doubled because it was the first time I had seen the Sage of Power being pushed from the front.

Even my senior didn't give it his all.

'They've faced us at the same time before and overwhelmed us too… … .'

How much strength have we achieved now?

It is literally a heaven beyond the heaven.

But Dahit, who is said to have gained the upper hand in the magic battle against his senior… … must face the current leader of Black Hour up close.

Of course, I wasn't really scared.

“Don't bother me.”

"okay."

I'm just trying to make up my mind.

dripping.

“Cain and Yunia. It’s time to leave now.”

Ethan and Rebecca, who were sent to a land without owners, came to visit.

Although these two are talented, they are still far from executive level power, so they were given the role of filling the empty spots left by Cain and Yunia.

Ethan's expression is hard, and Rebecca's hands are shaking slightly.

I am concerned about the situation.

“Eight.”

Yuni took her place in the middle, wrapping her arms tightly around the shoulders of both of them.

Ethan and Rebecca blinked.

“Hey, Unia?”

"don't worry."

Yunia assured.

“It'll be okay.”

It was an encouragement from a disciple who had been taught by the same teacher, the wise sage, and as a superior of the society.

Eventually, I got out of the arrangement.

When Junia and Cain arrived at the gathering place, the best forces including Verden, Adrian, and Isabella were waiting.

“Everyone has come, my lord.”

Verden nods.

The wise men who are not here and the remnants of the Black Hour are already waiting at the meeting place.

“Let’s go.”

<Gate>

Space opened up, connecting the central continent and the western continent.

* * *

Four-legged race.

In the dark Nutiar forest, soft light streams down through thick clouds.

In this place where the chirping of insects had stopped, only the soft sound of footsteps on grass resonated.

Squeak───thud.

I lightly pushed the half-damaged door, and the hinges, which had reached their limit, were completely ripped off, sending up a cloud of dust.

He took a few more steps, trampling over the debris without a care.

“You came surprisingly early.”

“You’re the one who’s late.”

In the center of the dilapidated cabin stands a long, almost brand new table, with two chairs on either side of the table.

Moonlight streams in from the ceiling.

Dahit Westroel, who was occupying one of the chairs, had a gleam in his eyes.

It was our second meeting after the Daejeon Hall.

Dahit narrowed his eyes.

“……They say it was a super-level magic focused on range, but you recovered your power so quickly even after throwing yourself into it. Did you prepare a separate treatment method? And you’re still hiding your appearance.”

Now, Verden was hiding his identity by blocking recognition with a <veil>, just like in the Great Hall.

“He’s a sinister guy.”

“I’ll do it at least for you.”

“I think you’re worse than me, not better. Well, it looks like we both have a lot to talk about, so I’ll start with you.”

Dahit lifted something from the floor.

“Do you know this face?”

thud.

The head of Horace, the spy of the Black Hour, was placed on the table.

The door to dialogue has opened.