Genius Wizard Breaking Limits - Chapter 266



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Chapter 266 Answer (1)

As the highest honored guest, Verden had a relaxing time that he hadn’t had before.

From morning to evening, he ate with his acquaintances, discussed magic with Edmon for an hour a day, and, as always, studied deeply how to handle his magic and magic.

‘He must be a nobleman.’

He was Gray’s mercenary until just a few months ago.

Being able to enjoy such leisure was purely thanks to the realm of being a quasi-transcendentalist.

A level at which progressive physical growth can no longer be expected.

In order to attain the next stage, the status of transcendence, only the condition of mental realization remains. It was the advice of the manager, the alter ego of the King of Darkness.

‘Though I still have no idea what that realization is.’

Of course, it is not something that can be solved in a hurry.

I believe that if I do not give up like now and move forward, one day it will come true. It’s because I’ve reached this point in less than two years since I made the reverse.

Even if you look at the history of the world, it is asserted that it is an unprecedented growth rate.

If another wizard hears it, they’ll dismiss it as a lie, saying, “Don’t say nonsense.” Even Verden feels wonderful.

‘But there’s nothing strange about it.’

Today’s Verden is not made up of a smooth life.

only 8 years old

He became a worker at Bohemirn Magic Tower and did all sorts of chores.

Even so, he satisfied his magical curiosity in his spare time. Even at his young age, he had the magical understanding and tenacity that made it possible.

And 7 years since I became an 18-year-old adult.

Excluding direct human dissection, it has undergone countless experiments that are taboo in the world.

[Dedicate your life for the Magic Tower]

The magic tower’s forced magic circle.

The orders and pains given through him come to mind as clearly as if they were yesterday.

The knowledge that was injected unintentionally and the results that were forced to spit out. As the days go by, the body breaks down and the life of a terminally ill is still terrible.

Just looking back, his mana was greatly agitated.

‘Baloch Besias.’

If I had sat down in front of that name, if I could not hold on and gave up, what would have happened by now?

Even if it lasted a long time, he would have died before last summer.

It was only used as it could be used, helping to raise the ranks of the Mage Tower, and the corpse would have been incinerated and even its traces would have disappeared.

Literally became an expendable item of the Mage Tower.

‘… … It’s not just the magic tower owner.’

Revenge is not limited to one person.

He remembers the faces of everyone who took part in the Mage Tower’s unofficial experiment.

And among them, especially Verden, there were those who left deep scars that would not be erased even for the rest of their lives.

‘Excluding Lobelin, Baloch’s direct disciples.’

That number is three in total.

Except for the third disciple, the two were responsible for the human experimentation they were in charge of.

First, the first disciple.

He coveted Verden’s natural understanding, and used Verden as a consumable item with a cruelty that was no different from torture.

To the extent that my mind was shattered in less than three months.

and the second disciple.

As an authority on drug experiments, he is the one who created magic circuit expanders and memory expanders.

Crucially, it gave Verden a terminally ill life.

‘Finally, the third disciple, Lucurd Maniacs.’

The gnome didn’t participate in the unofficial experiment due to lack of level, but he usurped the multiple continuity theory.

In that way, Verden’s fruit and opportunity were taken away, and it became the cause of Verden’s unofficial test subject.

There is also the Council of Elders of the Bohemirn Magic Tower.

Old monsters mad with magic equal to or more than Leonil.

In the name of prospering the Mage Tower, they are twisted people who can sacrifice millions of lives without blinking an eye.

“… … .”

Hateful aspects linger in the memory.

Veins swelled on his forehead, and his swelling was dense.

If it were right in front of my eyes, it would be an emotion that would not be resolved even if I tore it to pieces.

‘No, it shouldn’t end with simply killing them.’

Yeah, that’s not quite enough.

I will destroy the pride that I built as a mage, and I will trample and destroy everything they have left in the world. That’s how he will devour the Bohemirn Magic Tower that Baloch has led.

It was not long before.

Because we have already reached the stage of transcendence.

‘Of course, I have no intention of crashing right now.’

The opponent is a magic tower that ranks second among 10 magic towers.

It is said that the power was damaged for various reasons, but if Verden alone fought an all-out war, there was no chance of winning, even though it could be said that the damage could be done.

At least now, not as a Transcendentalist.

So you need to be prepared.

You must design a full-scale plan for revenge.

Then, I felt a presence behind my back.

“Oh, I asked where he was and he was here. If you’re not busy, I’ll go downtown with you… … .”

Calia, who was approaching, immediately flinched.

There was a ripple in her dark red eyes. It was because Verden’s face, looking at her outside, revealed a dark emotion she had never seen before.

“Asher… … ? What’s going on?”

“No, nothing.”

The reaction to the momentary surge of emotions was delayed.

Verden shook his head and returned to his usual expression before he knew it.

Anyway, go to town. I had to wait for Sillis to wake up anyway, so I had enough time to spare.

“Then let’s go.”

Verden took the lead.

Calia stretched out her arm toward his back, quickly pulled it back and followed him to the side.

The two walked side by side in the corridors of the royal castle.

* * *

Memories that have gone through a long time pass by like a beam of light.

It is the story of ancient witches who have never experienced it in person, now dry because they have been chewing it over for over twenty years.

It is different from the memories that are usually spoken of in the world.

It is like a kind of collection of information that has been cut away by the flow of time and only the core remains. Even the emotions felt by ancient witches are not conveyed.

Something happened in the ancient times, and all he had to do was learn the witch’s magic through him. It was no different from reading history books and magic theory books.

However, memories transferred relatively recently are different.

Mother, Remien.

All the pain and misery she felt roared out.

On the other hand, I could feel the mother’s voice and touch as she cared for young Silis with love.

Conflicting emotions mixed with each other.

It became a curse that clung to it, and helped shape Silis’ dream.

That’s how we finally got to this day.

Still, the curse did not go away.

The dream became reality, and reality soon became Silis’s nightmare. What will be left for her now that she has lost the basis of her life?

“… … .”

Silis slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing I felt was the cold air that cooled my body temperature.

As she raised her upper body, Flona and Adele, who were nursing her by her side, pressed their faces.

“Your Highness, are you okay?!”

“Are you sick anywhere?”

It is a voice of warm passion.

I am naturally reminded of my mother who showed the same appearance as the two of them.

Silis gave a small smile.

“I’m OK. It’s just a reaction to the reckless use of artifacts.”

“but… … .”

“How about anything else?”

Adele and Flona, ​​who hesitated a little, opened their mouths.

The Elf and Calia’s party came to the royal castle.

Sebas and Kameon’s revenge on the secret cult.

Even Asher personally found and burned all of Leonil’s human experiment research materials in the Kingdom’s Magical Castle.

“… … okay.”

Sillis, who had been listening, turned her head.

This was the tower where she had been imprisoned all her life. Through the metal grating, where the sunlight didn’t reflect, I could see the sky full of clouds.

Silis, who was staring at him with empty eyes, spoke.

“Could you please call the Marquis of Esperenza?”

* * *

“Your Highness, I am very glad that you are well.”

The marquis, dressed in uniform, knelt down on one knee.

Once seen, unforgettable, vivid red hair swayed. Silis was sitting in her wheelchair, basking in the sunlight.

“How is the Marquis?”

“As you can see, I am fine. Also, everyone else is recovering smoothly thanks to Your Highness. So please don’t worry.”

“… … thank god.”

Silis said with a sigh of relief.

A witch’s magic can break the spirit, but it can also restore it. A world embodied in the inner world of human beings, a dream.

Dealing with the dream is the witch’s specialty.

“Now, it seems like the journey has come to an end. The kings of the underworld, Grond and Leonil, are dead, and the minds of the King of Estyria and Balgna are all under my control.”

“Congratulations on achieving your long-cherished wish.”

“I couldn’t have done it without your strength.”

“I just did what I had to do.”

Silis laughed.

His voice, his attitude, he is always the same man.

Platinum pupils slanted sideways along with their heads. The space of the tower, which was infinitely inferior compared to other royal areas, came into sight.

“Hey, Marquis.”

“Tell me.”

“At the time when I was conceited that my plan had succeeded and was taking revenge in the castle, Asher suddenly came and asked me. What are you going to do after getting your revenge?”

“… … .”

“I couldn’t answer at the time, so I came to a conclusion only when Leonil’s defeat deepened. And I thought about it again while dreaming until now, but the answer was still the same.”

There was deep resignation in his voice.

“I don’t know. That is my answer.”

The kingdom has taken over.

I no longer had to use a wheelchair while acting as a puppet. But even that I’m used to it by now.

The almost abandoned tower of the royal castle, and that cramped scenery beyond the bars.

The days of living hoping for revenge have become life itself.

But now the time to dream has passed.

The familiar world feels so unfamiliar. Having lost the purpose of her life, it seemed that she was suddenly placed in darkness.

Silis could not overcome this wandering.

“Marquis, I’ve been using you all this time. It’s so shameless, but I’ll ask anyway. What am I supposed to do now?”

Seelis half-closed her eyes.

There was a woman who had lost her will.

“Shall I kill all those who control the mind like this, and then die and destroy the filthy royal family of Estyria?”

King of Estyria, Valrna, Silis, Dukes of Northramd and Devon.

The royal family is over when all those who inherit even a little bit of the royal family’s blood die. Silis had the strength to do so.

“Silly———”

“No, then there will be great confusion throughout the kingdom. In order to occupy the vacant place in the royal family, the nobles will divide into quarters and start a huge civil war.”

Silis shrugged.

“But if that happens, the Marquis can sit on this throne himself. If you have enough power and a high reputation… … If you are the head of the Marquess of Esperensa at the time, it is more than possible. It will inevitably destabilize the entire country, but at least it will rule better than the current royal family.”

The Marquis was about to say something.

Silis continued without giving any room.

“Do you hate war? Then it wouldn’t be too bad for me to leave the kingdom and hide after I can puppet the King of Estyria and Balugna.”

Maybe.

But I couldn’t choose.

“… … And if you do, Adele and Flona and Lorian will follow. Since I am also the blood of the last surviving duchy of Rubinelli, Sebas and Camion will also try to accompany me.”

A slender hand clenched a fist.

Blue blood vessels were reflected on the transparent skin.

“I’m doing my own thing now, but… … Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I don’t want everyone, including you, the Marquis, to treat me as a princess and suffer.”

Silis looked ahead.

The man who claimed to be his helper was listening.

“Marquis, what should I do?”

The voice dissipates and disappears.

A silence close to silence fell heavily.

Waiting for an answer, Silis’s hand trembled slightly. He had already lost his center and could no longer hide his uneasy fixed mind.

But the Marquis was different.

The red eyes, which had a strong color, were straight without even a slight movement. His heart was determined, and his attitude was firm.

“Be the king, Your Highness.”