Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 83

Episode 83 Reward

Re Ante, the royal castle of the capital city of Lidron.

Following the administrator, I passed through a white corridor bathed in bright sunlight. At certain sections, duchy knights were strictly guarding, and magical devices were cleverly hidden to prevent even the slightest gap from being missed.

It was a strict security befitting a castle where the head of a nation resides.

'I wonder what a bigger country is like.'

Verden followed the governor's pace and toured the interior of the palace. It was not common for a commoner to have the opportunity to visit a palace like this.

Before I knew it, I had arrived in front of the audience room. As soon as I was given permission to enter, the magical devices started working in a chain reaction and the huge door opened.

A blue carpet was laid out from the entrance to the throne.

On the throne sat the Duke of Liviant in majesty, with Endrik standing alone by his side.

Count Rodenmeyer stepped forward, bowing to them one by one and kneeling on one knee.

“Looking at your face, you seem to have had a good rest.”

“Thanks to Your Majesty’s grace.”

“What about favors? Let’s put aside such trivial courtesy and get to the point. There are no other nobles, either. Your minds will probably be full of thoughts about rewards anyway.”

“We…….”

The king waved his hand as if he had no intention of hearing any objections.

Outside the audience room, administrators came in carrying boxes one by one. The boxes were decorated with bronze, silver, and gold.

A long desk placed in front of the king.

On top of that, six boxes were placed in a row.

“Then let’s start with the awards for the match. Se-ron, come forward.”

The man whose name was called stepped forward.

He was the one who lost to Jack in the semi-finals and came in third place in the competition. The King of Gong opened the bronze box and took out its contents.

“I will award this ‘Mithril Dagger’ to Se-ron, who came in third place. Use it wisely.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty!”

A mithril dagger with no special magical effects.

Judging by the color, it doesn't look like a lot of mithril has been added, but the design is excellent. It would fetch a lot of money if put up for auction.

“Next, Jack.”

This time it was second place.

The king took out a metal belt from a silver box.

“For Jack, who came in second, the ‘Belt of Strong Arms’… Well, it won’t be of much help to a warrior with strong muscles like you. Still, it should be somewhat effective.”

“I will gratefully accept it.”

Jack took the belt and returned to his seat.

Although it was only a difference of one rank, Se-ron cast his eyes as if he envied the product that was much more valuable than the Mithril dagger.

But the truth is something else.

Soon the king approached the golden box.

“Then this is the last one. Asher, forward.”

The long-awaited 1st place.

When he opened the gold box, a ring with a deep blue gem came out.

“I will award the ‘Ring of Cold’ to Asher, who took first place. As you know, it is only a counterfeit, but it can be used to increase the original’s performance by 8%, and up to 13% when powered up. Of course, it will consume a lot of durability, but that alone will be a great help to you, an elemental wizard.”

"thank you."

Verden wore the Ring of Cold.

Then I felt some of the magical power inside my body change. It was a phenomenon of a transformation of an attribute that I had only heard about.

'It's not even 10%… … but I'm looking forward to it.'

It's the ice of the bitter cold.

I wanted to test my magic in real life as soon as possible.

So Verden withdrew, and it was the turn of the nobles.

As before, we started with the lowest value box.

The prize from the box included a document granting a partial reduction in land taxes for one year.

Now the gold and silver boxes remained, meaning it was the match for first and second place.

There were three nobles left, but naturally the two most likely candidates were Count Rodenmayr and Count Boldian.

The count who had brought the public opinion secretly sighed in regret.

The tension flowing through the audience room.

Soon the king opened the silver box and called out his name.

“Count Boldian, forward.”

In an instant, the joys and sorrows of the two counts intersected.

With this, Count Rodenmaier was confirmed as the first place. Count Voldiane was granted the right to the settlement on the outermost outskirts of the duchy.

Although it was a fairly large reward, the count could not be entirely happy.

Finally, Count Rodenmeyer's name was called.

“First place in the competition and first place in the territory evaluation. This is truly the first time since the birth of the principality. It seems that you are the main character of this event.”

“It is an honor, Your Majesty.”

The king took out two documents from the golden box.

One is a silver mining right discovered on the Kazerdan Ridge.

And the remaining one was the mining rights to the Maseok mine shaft seized from a company that went bankrupt last year. Verden was astonished at the different scale of the reward.

'You're crazy.'

Even though it was an agency, it was excessive as a reward for the once-a-year land evaluation. If the magic stone tunnel and silver mine were operated normally, they could make astronomical amounts of money.

Of course, it was a decision made by the King based on his own calculations, but even taking that into account, it was still a huge reward.

Count Rodenmeyer returns to his seat.

When he met Verden's eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched. It was an unlucky expression, but it was not bad for Verden.

You will be rewarded accordingly.

The count was not a shameless noble who would set a ridiculously low salary without any ulterior motive, although he would find a plausible reason to lower the salary.

“This concludes the event for this year. Everyone worked hard. Now it’s time to go home.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

All the prizes for the matches and the lands were given out, but Verden still had something left to receive.

“And Asher, you stay.”

* * *

Verden followed the Duke and Endrik to the center of the castle.

Even though he was the king himself, the knights of the guards followed the procedures thoroughly. Verden also had to temporarily leave his space bag with the knights.

“This is the royal warehouse, Re Eronte.”

A door that is more solid and massive than the audience room is right in front of you.

As the King touched it, the door opened with a sound of twisting metal.

Glass cases filled with various magical items are stored everywhere.

Overall, it is definitely smaller in scale compared to the treasury of the Magic Tower.

There was no dangerous magic circle that would kill intruders with just a touch. Even if everything here were combined, it wouldn't even be as big as one of the collections that the Magic Tower Lord cherished.

But if it was natural, then it was natural.

“The principality has a short history, having been founded only recently. So the storage space is small, but I have collected a lot of things in my own way. What do you think?”

“That’s amazing.”

It wasn't an empty promise.

Among them, there were some valuable ones that caught Verden's eye. For a country that was only 22 years old, it could be seen as a considerable level.

'… … That?'

Berden, who had been looking around the warehouse, walked forward as if possessed.

On the other side of the glass, the light reflected off the black jeweled necklace, forming a rainbow pattern.

The king has arrived.

“You’re a wizard, but you know how to recognize good things. The name of this necklace is ‘Center of the Three Primary Colors.’ It has the effect of synthesizing three elements. Even if they have completely opposite attributes.”

Elemental synthesis magic that combines two properties is a highly difficult skill.

If you try it clumsily, the magic could go out of control and put the magician in danger. This actually happens sometimes.

'But you can combine not only three properties, but also the properties that are on opposite sides?'

The former is close to impossible, the latter is magically impossible.

An effect that goes beyond reason.

“……Is it an artifact?”

“Yes. But it is an extremely dangerous artifact. None of the elemental magicians who used it survived. They all either exploded without being able to control their magic or were swept away along with the surrounding area. Even though it is an artifact, it is useless, so it is kept here like a plaything.”

Then Verden's eyes lit up.

The meaning of a useless object is that there is no one who can use it. As a wizard, it is only natural that I could not not want it.

What if it's dangerous?

Verden was confident he could overcome it.

“You don’t want this, do you?”

“Will you give it to me if I want it?”

“Of course not. The artifact is too much in return for the reward for subjugating the Soul Tree and the promise you made with me. Furthermore, even if you were me, there is a high chance of death. Among the wearers, there was an elemental magician, but he couldn’t handle it and died. And the reward has already been decided. Endrik.”

Endrik approached the glass decorated with robes.

He unlocked the lock, took out the robe, and handed it to the King. The robe was a dark green color.

“The name of this robe is ‘Yuja’s Robe.’ There is a story about a traveler who crossed half the continent wearing this. And it has an effect that matches that.”

“Can I feel it?”

“Huh? You can feel emotions too? Okay, give it a try.”

Verden, who was handed the robe, used his emotions.

◇ Yuja's robe

⦁ State preservation

⦁ Maintain body temperature

⦁ Physical resistance (medium)

⦁ All attribute resistance (medium)

⦁ Transparency can be used once a day

⦁ Can use the wind curtain once a day

'This is no ordinary magical item.'

It was a robe with an effect incomparable to what I was wearing now.

In addition to resisting all attributes, you can use magic separately. In addition, transparency and the curtain of whirlwind are 5th-tier magic. Although the number of uses is limited, a robe with this kind of ability is not common.

“I prepared this because your robe looks the weakest of your equipment. Do you think this will be enough for compensation?”

“I will gratefully accept it.”

Enough is enough.

It's a harvest I never expected.

That concludes our business at the Wangseong warehouse.

The three of them left the warehouse and headed toward the door. Verden glanced at the center of the three primary colors, but the king shook his head as if it was impossible.

'What a pity.'

Verden left the palace with a mixture of regret and satisfaction in his heart.

I was planning to leave the main gate and slowly stroll through the capital and return to the count's residence, but someone suddenly blocked my way.

'jack?'

Jack had a stern expression on his face.

He approached Verden and asked out of nowhere.

“Asher, do you have any plans to go to the Republic of Beldirn?”

"doesn't exist."

I don't know why Jack asked that question, but Verden's answer was already set.

Jack blinked at the unhesitating answer. He stared blankly at her, then nodded with a slightly disappointed expression.

“I see. Sorry.”

After saying those words, Jack turned around and walked away.

… … Did you wait until now to say that one thing? Well, since she was already gone, there was no need to think about it too deeply.

Verden, who had lost interest in Jack, changed his mind.

'Moreover, Gluttony doesn't show up.'

I thought there would be some movement during the grand event where the nobles gathered in the capital. It was so quiet, as if they were thinking of going into hiding.

'I don't think that's true, though.'

There's no way he's going to hide now after doing all that. Something's definitely going to happen soon. Whatever it is, it's not going to be an ordinary event.

Verden was convinced.

* * *

As the sun was setting, three carriages were moving along the dark road.

A voice was heard from outside the carriage.

“Your Excellency Count Davirk, it is late at night, so we should camp out for now…….”

“Don’t stop, just go home.”

“But it’s dangerous……”

“What’s the danger! With a magic item, you can see clearly even at night! Instead of talking like that, drive properly!”

Instead of an answer, there was the sound of a reins being pulled.

Count Dabirk chewed his lips, his voice irritated.

'Fucking Rodenmire!'

Count Davirk had always felt inferior to Count Rodenmeyer. This was because he had nothing to beat him in terms of looks, family background, military force, or intelligence.

In the meantime, the wizard he had brought was brutally destroyed. And that wasn't all. Even though he had personally gone there and made a proposal, the impudent wizard named Asher did not come.

Of course you'd be angry.

“…….”

Luken, sitting across from him, glanced at the Count.

When he was praised as an academy professor, he was treated as a leftover rice, unlike before. Perhaps it was because he was defeated so badly in the second match.

'Shit!'

Luken was furious with Asher.

This was the first time in my life that I had felt such humiliation. I suppressed my anger as I promised myself over and over again that I would repay this humiliation someday.

CLANG!

At that moment, the carriage suddenly stopped.

The Count shouted, hitting the wall with his fist as the carriage shook.

“What kind of carriage are you driving like this! Do you want to die?”

… … There is no answer.

Listening closely, it seemed like there was a commotion outside. Only then did the Count and Luken realize something was wrong and went outside.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

“Kkaaaah!”

Screams coming from all directions.

The knights of Count Davirk's family were guarding the carriage and fighting off monsters with deformed appearances.

“Lee Hyeong-jong? Why is Lee Hyeong-jong here all of a sudden…….”

Even though it was late at night, this was not a place where such a monstrous creature appeared. In the first place, I had never heard of such a monstrous creature existing in the duchy.

The knights fought hard, but there were casualties. The count, seeing the corpse of a knight with his head torn off, hurriedly hid in his carriage.

“Lu, Ruknan! Do something! Hurry up before more of my knights die!”

It's not that I care about the lives of the knights.

It is the value of being a knight of the family that is being cherished.

'It just so happens.'

Luken took a staff out of his bosom.

Whatever it was, he was thinking of settling this commotion and regaining his lost position.

At that moment, a crimson-colored alien approached with brisk strides.

The unspeakable horror made his hair stand on end, but Luken just laughed it off.

'Just someone like Lee Hyeong-jong.'

Magic gathered at the tip of the staff.

Lukenun cast his spell.