Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 515

Chapter 515: Conversation (4)

When Verden and Dahit face off, it is not easy to come to a conclusion in any case. This is especially true because the nature of magic wars is similar.

If I had to make a comparison, it would be similar to a sword and a shield colliding with each other and gradually wearing them out. This is something I clearly realized in the Great Hall.

When comparing the power of the two, it is divided into upper and lower levels, but it is close to horizontal.

If weight is placed on one side, the balance will be lost in an instant.

If Dahit goes on the offensive with all of Black Hour's executives, Verden will not only be unable to hold out on his own, but will also suffer a crushing defeat.

That's why power is important.

Phew.

The late autumn wind blows fiercely around, but the center, where the remains of the old hut stand, is infinitely quiet.

The two transcendental forces that cancel each other out.

Thanks to this, the surrounding wizards were unaffected, while the clouds in the night sky were torn apart as if they had been torn apart.

Moonlight poured in through the gap.

“…….”

Dahit moved his dark gray eyes and looked beyond Verden. Insight intuitively sensed each presence.

'quite.'

Compared to the executives of Black Hour, they may be lacking in numbers, but in terms of strength, they were two or three that were worth noting.

A female sorceress with strange regenerative powers who invaded the Great Hall.

The prosecutor who blocked <Amcheon (陰穿)>.

They are old wizards with sturdy physiques beneath their robes.

'It hides its true nature, revealing only the bare minimum of information.'

It's hard to see through.

Dahit's Necklace, the ancient artifact [Mahram's Pupil], focuses on detecting and destroying non-physical phenomena, so cases like mine where the face is directly covered are excluded from the range of effect.

Soon, Dahit snorted as if it was not the same.

“It’s pathetic that they’re all hiding their appearances for fear of being discovered… but apart from that, they’ve gathered considerable power. And yet they’re still not revealed to the world. And they haven’t even brought along that little creature that manipulated the ring of change. They’re truly sinister.”

Of course, this was not something that Dahit, who had hidden his transcendence and worked in secret, betrayed his teachers and killed most of them, would say.

anyway.

“What are you planning?”

“You must have already heard. This place was prepared for the succession ceremony that was not held in the past.”

Verden gestured.

Melad himself rolled the wheels of his wheelchair and took a few steps forward.

Naturally, everyone's attention was focused on her.

And then Dahit and Melad… …the eyes of the former disciple and the master met.

“You look quite uncomfortable, Melard.”

“Fortunately, I have someone to help me push my wheelchair, so it’s not too inconvenient. But if you were me, it would be different.”

“If it were me, all the guys around me would have half their bodies crushed. That way, no one would remember me as a cripple. It looks like you worked hard to get here, so if you have anything prepared, show me everything. I will look upon you as a disciple who has received your teachings.”

“I won’t give up.”

Despite Dahit's sarcasm, Melad was not shaken at all. It was a moment he had imagined dozens, hundreds, thousands of times.

I suppressed the emotions welling up in my chest.

He spoke with strength in his voice to the dozens of people gathered there.

“I, Melad Tastyen. As one of the eight who founded the Black Hour, I will now conduct the succession ceremony for the leadership of the Black Hour.”

"for a moment……."

“Before we get to the main agenda, I will now call the names of the attendees.”

Melad ignored Mabel's warning and focused more on his pronunciation.

“Jeremiah Garwin. Absent due to death.”

The former leader who proposed the creation of the organization called Black Hour was destroyed right before my eyes.

“Harkan Digest, absent due to death.”

The wise man, who suffered until the very end, passed away, leaving behind a legacy.

“Linder, absent due to death……!”

The young friend who strictly followed the rules of the magical world and studied with pure curiosity passed away next to Melad.

“Rutmer, absent due to death……!!”

Jeremiah's most loyal friend, who had been by his side for the longest time, disappeared along with Jeremiah in a pitch-black flame.

Melad clenched his fist.

He called out my name until the end, his hands shaking as if he was venting his anger.

“Karindin Lerhar……attendance.”

As the second strongest of the original members, he took the lead in burning his friends.

“Mabel Lisonia Schiller, in attendance.”

In contrast to Linder, she was cool-headed and went along with the betrayal.

“Cayman Vermont. He was unable to attend due to personal reasons, but he has left the decision-making authority to me. This bracelet and certificate will serve as proof.”

Immediately afterwards, Alderney took out a bracelet and a short letter, each in Cayman's own handwriting and an accessory he had treasured his entire life.

“Finally, Melad Tastyen, please join us. The first three members to attend the Black Hour’s succession ceremony are four in number and have the power to decide.”

“Melad!”

“The qualifications for the Black Hour leader presuppose the full membership of one of the original members, as well as the support of all the founders. Based on this, we will begin the succession vote.”

Melad didn't stop.

Karindin screamed, but couldn't interfere any further.

Dahit, the person involved, was just observing the situation as he had said.

“Please raise your hand if you are against the succession of Dahit Westroel.”

She immediately raised her hand.

In contrast, Karindin and Mabel did not move. After a few seconds of silence, Melard spoke again.

“Melad Tastienne’s objection. Dahit Westroel’s succession is nullified as the condition of unanimity is not met. Voting will continue as there is not one candidate.”

Melad pointed politely at Verden.

“All members of the Harkan Digest here───who would like the new successor to become the leader of Black Hour, please raise your hand.”

This time, Melad raised his hand without hesitation, while Karindin and Mabel just frowned and lowered their arms.

The results were the same as before.

“The opposition of Karindin Lerhar and Mabel Lisonia Sealer. Since this also did not meet the unanimous requirement, the succession of the new successor to leadership also fell through.”

Melad exhaled. The formalities were over.

“Therefore, the position of the current leader of Black Hour is vacant… As you can see, the original members have not come to a conclusion, so please, the two successors, come up with a solution that will convince us all.”

The responsibility to come up with a solution fell to Dahith and Berden.

Karindin clicked his tongue roughly.

“Tsk, there’s nothing to hear. It’s already been decades. The rules of the past only apply to the past. Black Hour is already yours.”

“Yes, Black Hour is mine.”

Dahit turned his head slightly and looked over his shoulder.

“But it seems that there are still some who remain stuck in the past and appear unstable.”

"what……."

I quickly looked back.

Several of the Black Hour's executives appeared to be greatly shaken. They were the surrenderers who had opposed Dahit on the day of the usurpation, but were captured and eventually gave in.

They were people who took a different path from Grave, Alderney, and Ophea.

Mabel growled.

“You guys…what are you trying to do now? What time is it now…!”

“I thought so too. It’s been so long. I’ve been a part of the current Black Hour longer than I’ve been in the Black Hour. I thought my heart wouldn’t change now.”

One of the Black Hour's top executives' eyes turned red.

“But why is it like this?”

At first, he resisted Dahit's rebellion with emotional resistance, but when he was thoroughly suppressed and captured, his mind became cold.

I wanted to live.

I wanted to survive without dying and study magic in depth. Wasn't that the purpose of coming to Black Hour in the first place?

So I gave up the fight.

I accepted the new black hour and willingly moved for it.

They were so thorough in eliminating their enemies that they were called a group of death wizards.

He broke the ethics and laws of the magical world and became involved in human experimentation.

It's been that way for decades.

I'm sure there were several times along the way when I wondered if this was right, but I rationalized it to myself each time.

Whatever happens, it's better to live like this than to be killed.

Isn't it great that you can explore magic without having to worry about what the magic world thinks?

The situation forced me to take action, so I had no choice… … .

But I think something is wrong.

It's so envious of Melad Tastyen and Grave and Alderney who still remain by her side.

Shameful, shameful, shameful, shameful.

Of course, that doesn't mean I have any intention of interfering with Black Hour's internal affairs now.

Members who are not qualified will simply repeat the same old choices.

“I will follow the procedure.”

“Me too.”

The upper management and those who agree with him take a step back.

It was a firm determination that I would absolutely not join if they attacked Melad while ignoring the succession process.

Even if this means immediate punishment.

As a result, only the four who truly betrayed, such as Karindin and Mabel, and the four executives who came in after the Day of Usurpation, are left.

That was when.

Dahit, who had been watching the series of events, burst into laughter as if he was having fun.

“Have you seen? Most memories rust and become dull over time, but sometimes they become clearer and more beautiful. And along with that, buried emotions also flare up. In this way, memories define existence and guide actions. Like ghosts of the past moving meaninglessly for the old black hour that will never return.”

“…….”

“The things that weren’t completely resolved that day ended up here. Well, that’s good.”

Dahit rubbed his chin.

“I think it would be better to take this opportunity to root everything out. Now, if we’ve held the succession ceremony, I’m sure we’ve prepared a solution. Tell me.”

“If the war between the two forces ends in mutual destruction, it won’t be good for either side. It’s inefficient. So let’s come to a conclusion on our own.”

Verden declared proudly, summoning the [Eternal Hourglass] in his hand.

“Dark Moon, Dahit Wesroel. I challenge you to a one-on-one magic battle.”

* * *

If an all-out war breaks out right here, it will be irreversible. There will be a considerable number of casualties on both Black Hour and Verden.

Whatever the outcome, it will be fatal.

So Verden proposed.

As the pinnacle of each force, how about the winner taking it all?

It was a simple, ignorant, yet obvious solution.

“You barely managed to escape with your life in the Great Hall, and now you dare to attack me? It is truly a foolish decision, whether it is recklessness or arrogance.”

Sabak, sabak.

Dahit moved.

He came up close and looked down at Verden.

“Let’s call the location ‘City of Ruins’.”

“……!”

The Black Hour executives glared at the cheerful acceptance, but… … there was no dissent.

One-man system.

The direction of Black Hour is determined solely by Dahit Westroel.

On the other hand, Melad and others support Verden's intentions from their own positions.

With this, not only the original members, but all of them accepted the method of succession by force, which is the magical war between transcendent beings.

“Set a time.”

This time, Verden's gaze became cold and sank.

It's different from what I expected.

I thought that Dahit, who had been planning something for quite some time, would value time over space.

'So does that mean that either the plan can't be completed in the near future… or the plan has already been completed.'

Whatever it is, it is a variable that Verden cannot interfere with.

It doesn't matter.

The most important thing is that Dahit himself came up to the stage.

'The land where the ruined capital mentioned by Dahit is located is the Western Continent.'

It is the current name of the capital of the Ailan Kingdom, which was the homeland of Dahit in the past and which he personally destroyed.

Berden, with Dahit in front of him, said while estimating the best date.

“I will decide on the day when the first snow falls in the ruined capital.”

The change of seasons begins in the Eastern Continent, Central Continent, and Western Continent in that order. The first snowfall signified the arrival of winter in the Western Continent.

“I accept it.”

Dahit raised his voice in agreement.

“From this point on, we will send personnel to the ruined capital city and make it an inviolable territory. The first members of each side will be in charge.”

“And until the day of promise comes, no disputes are allowed.”

The agreement has been reached.

The succession ceremony is over.

Bam.

Dahit looked at Melad, Grave, Alderis, and the others as if he was laughing, then placed his right hand on Verden's shoulder and gave him a light squeeze.

“Consider, my disciple, how you will be remembered and how you will end.”

Verden pushed Dahit's arm away as if he was annoyed and whispered a warning.

“You will be forgotten.”

Memory and forgetting.

Dahit chuckled.

“Don’t expect it.”

* * *

Verden's forces, having completed their mission, left the Nutiar Forest. Only after their presence had disappeared did Mabel bite her lip.

‘… … No matter how much damage it would cause, it was right to eliminate the cause here.’

I intuitively believed that I should have done that, but I didn't.

The reason was simple.

Because the transcendent has made the judgment.

Dahit dominates and controls Black Hour with his great strength and overwhelming fear.

Master Karindin and Mabel were no exception to this influence.

So, I have no choice but to vent my anger somewhere else.

Phew!

Mabel's dagger, which she had stretched out nervously, pierced the side of the senior officer who had said he would follow Melard's procedures.

“Ugh……!”

“Your disposition will be decided after dealing with that transcendent being. Restrain them.”

The officers who received the order forcefully suppressed those who were hesitating.

There was no resistance.

The four executives, who had not forgotten the past and were determined to follow through no matter what, hung their necks.

Regardless, Dahit clenched and unclenched his right hand without paying any attention.

I focused on the sensations I felt from the moment I crashed into the cabin.

'That guy. He got stronger.'

It's hard to measure exactly, but it's definitely higher than when I fought magic battles in the Great Hall.

Even if you attack without taking immediate damage, it is difficult to eliminate.

The guy is special.

In a transcendent sense.

‘… … You said that you reconstructed your body with the infinite magic power of the Magic Tower.’

Dahit made a guess that was almost certain.

Perhaps, in the body of that transcendent being, the last piece of the means by which Dahit can advance to his ideal is hidden.

“I need to get ready.”

In no case should the completion of the ideal fail.

This is how the conversation came to a close.

And the time left until the usurpation chapter arrives.

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