Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 96

Episode 96: Going to the Kingdom (1)

Baron Pythe is a case where he became a noble due to his merits in the process of his duchy becoming independent.

Originally, the title of Baron could not be inherited, but Baron Paite governed his lands better than other barons, so the Duke permitted him to inherit it.

Of course, it wasn't just for that reason.

The reason was that the Pythian territory was so backward that no one wanted to take on the position of lord. It was considered a place of exile for nobles who wanted to advance in life.

'You're lucky.'

Baron Pythe liked to live a simple life.

What kind of success is there when there is no happiness in just drinking wine that suits your taste? The Baron had long since realized his place.

His life was about ruling a small estate and raising children with his wife.

Early morning.

Baron Pythe was reading the newspaper while drinking his morning coffee. He read the newspaper and opened his eyes wide.

“The Marquis of Gardran has been wiped out?”

The reason was included in the content.

These were serious crimes that could be punished even by royalty, such as the murder of Count Dabirk or human trafficking by kidnapping villagers.

“Why would the pillar of the duchy do something like this?”

It was a natural question. Why on earth would a family with everything they lacked do so?

But that thought didn't last long.

Whatever the reason, he has already been executed by Marquis Ravishun, and his crime has been clearly revealed.

He must have been mistaken about the Marquis of Gard.

The Baron thought about it that way and moved on. In the first place, he knew nothing about it, as it was such a distant entity that he could say it had nothing to do with him.

Then I saw a familiar name in the newspaper.

Asher.

He was the wizard who saved the Baron's estate several months ago.

“Huh, it seems Asher played a big role in revealing the crime. I thought he was extraordinary from the first impression, but it wasn’t just that.”

Baron Pythe had seen Asher in the newspapers several times.

For example, he defeated powerful undead in the Biron territory, or saved the city by defeating a mutant species that rivaled special creatures.

Baron Pythe was secretly proud. He had helped him and he had given him a proper reward.

After reading the newspaper, the Baron went out for a walk as usual.

Since I am now well over 40 years old, it is essential to take care of my physical strength. I put on warm clothes and went outside. It was not snowing, but the cold was quite severe.

The Baron walked along the ramparts, looking out over the small estate he ruled.

"……huh?"

Over there, someone is walking towards the castle.

I didn't hear a sound of a guest coming… … but as I got closer, it was only then that I could recognize the face of the intruder.

“Asher?”

The spring connection came again in winter.

* * *

“Here, here’s a gift.”

A premium red wine worth a whopping 20 million elk.

I got a similar type of wine to the one I had at the Baron's banquet before. Not too strong, and sour and sweet.

Naturally, the scent and taste will be different depending on the different digits of the amount.

Baron Pythe couldn't hide his laughter.

“Oh my, what’s with all this… Then I’ll open the cork first. Let’s drink together to warm up our bodies.”

“Let’s leave that alone. I’ve prepared something else to drink.”

Verden took another bottle of wine out of his suitcase.

This was also a high-end white wine that was made by millions of elk. It was so expensive that they gave it as a gift, starting from the equipment they were wearing, to the space bag, and even the expensive wine.

It was completely different from when I saw it before.

“Haha, you’ve really become very successful.”

Baron Pythe secretly handed over the wine he had received as a gift to his servant. He did not forget to tell him to keep it in good condition.

Verden and the Baron poured each other glasses of wine and savored the taste slowly in front of the fire. For the side dish, they prepared some cheese that they had bought last week.

The Baron asked, feeling a slight intoxication creeping up his body.

“But why did you suddenly come to see me? You even prepared such an expensive gift.”

“I have a favor to ask.”

“Well, a great wizard like you asking for a favor? It’s kind of scary.”

“It’s not difficult. I would like to introduce you to the Baron’s nephew.”

“Niece? If nephew, Medin?”

Verden nodded.

The Baron thought for a moment, rubbing his chin, then opened his mouth.

“Are you thinking of going to the Kingdom of Esritia?”

"you're right."

Baron Pythe's nephew, 'Medin', is in the Kingdom of Estyria.

The job he does is to escort a mobile ship called the 'Blue Cloud'. The entire ship travels throughout the kingdom, and I heard from Pale that Medin, who has been recognized for his skills by the ship's leader, is receiving a high salary and is positioned as an executive.

“Can I ask why?”

“It’s because of the invitation to the auction house.”

“Ah, the auction house. Then I understand. Auction house invitations are given priority to the top companies that are doing well. The remaining ones are also sold on the market. Yes, you can get them with Medin.”

The Baron also knew it well, as he was from the kingdom.

“That’s not difficult. I can do that for you. I’ll write you a letter of introduction right away. But… is that okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know if you know it or not, but the kingdom is different from the principality. To be honest, it’s a pretty scary country. I haven’t been there in over twenty years, but the rumors I hear are not good. Of course, I know you’re a great wizard… but the malice the kingdom holds is not so easy.”

I already know.

I heard from Pale, Ark, and the King of Gong how dark the kingdom is.

But that couldn't be a reason for Verden to hesitate.

“I’m not easy either.”

The Baron laughed at that answer.

“Hahaha, that’s right. You’re definitely not to be trifled with. I spoke nonsense. But…… I’ll say it again out of concern for you.”

The Baron spoke seriously.

“The darkness of the kingdom is deep.”

So, never let yourself be swallowed up.

* * *

After receiving the letter of introduction, Verden prepared to leave for the kingdom.

First, I withdrew all my money from the bank. The Duchy has the Magnus Bank, but the Kingdom has the Dyna Bank.

Since there was no partnership between the two, we had no choice but to transfer it in cash.

About a hundred bundles of cash, each containing 100 ten-thousand-dollar bills.

After buying a few sacks, I carefully packed them into a storage bag. In addition, I packed preserved foods and other items, and the storage bag was almost full.

'I'm glad I don't feel the weight.'

If that were the case, I would have collapsed.

After that, Verden hired the 'International Chariot-Icarus' through Pale.

An internationally licensed carriage company that operates across borders. It was a service that was not only expensive, but absolutely impossible to use without a clear identity.

“I will serve you with utmost respect all the way to the Kingdom of Estiria.”

I entered the carriage and was greeted by a polite driver.

A fixed desk and sofa. The interior was renovated for single use only and was warm enough that it didn't feel like winter.

Verden lay down on the sofa.

The view of the principality from outside. It's goodbye to this place for a while.

“Then let’s go, sir.”

Slowly. Slowly.

As the carriage set off, the scenery passed by in a flash.

So Verden headed to the Kingdom of Esritia.

* * *

“The fifth canine is dead.”

A cool voice filled the space.

After a brief silence, the old man's voice echoed through the space.

“Wasn’t Ruppel in charge of the red piece experiment and finding out the doctor’s whereabouts? But he’s dead…….”

“I guess it might have failed.”

“Tsk. How pathetic.”

A sharp female voice mixed with an arrogant voice.

It was a cool voice that cleared up the chaotic atmosphere.

“It didn’t fail. It just got hit by the ark.”

“Does that mean the doctor too……?”

“Considering the circumstances, I guess we should assume they are both dead.”

A heavy silence weighed on the space.

Clearly, the grand plan for the revival of Gluttony and the birth of a new human race was just around the corner, but it turned out like this. No one dared open their mouths.

Then a cool voice, Gluttony's first canine, spoke.

“The birth of a new human race has been thwarted for now. However, I have realized that the red shard can awaken the power of Gluttony’s organs. In other words, Gluttony’s resurrection is possible.”

The experimental data is gone, but you can start over.

The method of making the red piece remained. All that was needed was the materials.

“Material. Then what about the Kingdom of Estyria? It was conquered by the Ark several decades ago, but I think it might be a good time for it now.”

“No. That place is already covered in a different darkness. If you rush out, you won’t be able to get the materials, but rather you’ll get hurt.”

“Then where are you going?”

"west."

The first canine tooth emerged.

“We go to where the Black Hour and the Bohemian Tower are fighting.”

* * *

From a young age, Verden was unusual.

Normally, he was as innocent as any other child, but once he set his mind to something, he would do anything to achieve it. He was so stubborn that even the director of the orphanage tried to stop him, but there was nothing he could do.

Robelin has seen such a Verden.

At first, it was curiosity… … but later it just became a part of my daily life. After spending all day together, I couldn’t help but get used to it.

Then one day, Verden became interested in magic.

It was probably after he saw the flames from the hands of his neighbor, an old man who was a former military wizard. However, no matter how much he tried, Verden was never taught magic.

A normal child would have given up there.

But Verden was different. He applied to the Magic Tower on his own.

Robelin, who was watching it, imagined.

The orphanage where Verden disappeared, and the empty daily life ahead without him.

The worries were short.

“Then I’ll go with you.”

So we headed to the Bohemian Tower together.

Although he was forced to leave soon after, whenever he returned to the Magic Tower after receiving magical training outside, Verden was always waiting for him.

He worked hard to achieve his dream despite the realistic difficulties of limitations. There was an unpleasant rumor that he stole the theory along the way, but it was not true.

The Verden that Robelin knew was not that kind of person. She still trusted him.

That's why I regretted it.

The past Robelin speaks to the present her.

'If I had taken him to the magic city that day, even if it was forced, Verden wouldn't have died.'

In a dream where the lights are dark.

Robelyn's heart was filled with guilt.

Swish. Robelin opened her eyes in bed.

My whole body ached. I looked down and saw myself covered in bandages. I drank a potion and was treated by a priest of the Luas Church, but it was still like this.

You could tell how fierce the battle was.

Knock. Knock.

I walked out into the hallway with my cane. There were magical items lighting up the hallway at regular intervals, but it was nothing compared to before.

As they still haven't found a replacement for the Magic Tower's power source, its wide hallways are still dark.

As we walked down the hallway, people were muttering to each other as they saw Robelin here and there.

“That guy, the one who just got into the 4th rank? But why is he like that?”

“I heard you had a magic battle with the Black Hour wizard a few days ago.”

“That was also a wizard who had reached the upper 4th rank. How on earth did someone who had just reached the 4th rank win?”

“It must be because of the special trait. You know how powerful Lobelin’s flames are.”

“He can only use fire magic… but he’s definitely no match for wizards of the same level. No wonder the Lord of Magic Tower cherishes him and brings him into the punitive force.”

“I saw you fight last time, and you burned everything to the ground. And you didn’t even blink.”

Envy, jealousy, fear, etc.

All sorts of eyes turned to Robelin. She ignored them and passed through the hallway, boarding the makeshift elevator.

I climbed to the top of the tower and confronted the tower lord.

Matapju, Balok Besias asked.

“You’re better than I heard. So, how was the other person?”

“There was no problem.”

“Kuhaha, you just got to the 4th tier, and you’re having no trouble against a 4th tier wizard, and an electric wizard at that. There aren’t many wizards who can say that.”

Robelin thought back to a few days ago.

A 4th-tier high-ranking magician who handles lightning of high-level attributes. There was nothing in which Robelin was superior, either in attributes or rank.

I almost got hit by <lightning> and died instantly.

However, he barely managed to avoid the attack and the magic battle was prolonged.

The weakness of the lightning wizard is persistence. Although he uses powerful magic, his magical power consumption is also enormous. Robelin was exposed to lightning and suffered burns all over his body, but he did not die.

Eventually, the opponent got tired and took advantage of the gap to burn him with fire.

The winner was Robelyn.

“Well done, Robelyn. The only thing that makes me happy in this situation is you and my students.”

“What about the promise?”

“It’s a promise. Of course, I have to keep it.”

Baloch Besias took the magic core out of the drawer.

“You have achieved great feats beyond your rank by subduing the Black Hour branch. This is probably due to your special trait specializing in fire magic. However, you are still immature. You have much to learn and a long way to grow. It would be a loss to stand still in this time of crisis for the Magic Tower.”

so.

“I will help you.”

Robelin received the magic nucleus.

She looked at the magic core for a moment, then clenched her fist and knelt before the magic tower.

“Thank you, Master.”

For Baloch Besias, the magic nuke means investment.

That is, from this moment on, Robelin will receive support that is incomparable to anything she has ever received before. Becoming a disciple of the Magic Tower Master means being granted the right to become the master of the Magic Tower.

Baloch Besias laughed.

“Welcome to my fourth disciple, Robelyn.”

Robelyn was not happy.

This is just a means. A means to become stronger.

There was only one goal.

'Verden.'

To erase the Black Hour that killed him from this world. Until then, the flame of Lobelin will not go out.