Genius Wizard Breaking Limits - Chapter 539



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Episode 539: Handing Over

Adrian, Isabella, and Alpha met the Watcher of the North with Verden, and under his guidance they witnessed a grotesque giant sealed in the cold ice.

To have access to the secrets of the Ark means that you have been granted knowledge of the Ark under Verden’s responsibility.

That’s why I’ve already finished sharing the information about the Ark and Gluttony.

It was not at all unreasonable for Adrian to hear the secret conversations between Verden and the listeners.

“By the way, the group assisting Gluttony… … Who are you expecting, my lord?”

“You’re right. Outsiders wouldn’t even think about it, but we know the inside story.”

Verden confirmed.

“It must be the Bohemian Tower.”

Aside from Black Hour, that’s the closest thing to advanced human experimentation.

It is unknown how Gluttony and Bohemian Tower came to join hands.

There must have been some kind of ugly deal where both sides’ interests coincided and each had high value to the other.

“There are a lot of bells.”

Adrian didn’t care at all about Gluttony or anything. He just had to chop down any obstacles that stood in his way.

“It’s not all bad though. Even if we track down Gluttony instead of the full force of the Bohemian Tower, we can still find out what Baloch is up to. It gives us more options.”

Of course, the size of the enemy has increased, but they can handle it. After all, Berden holds the initiative for a preemptive strike.

It’s not for nothing that they are so desperately trying to hide their true identity from the world.

Anyway, now that we’ve finished talking to Ark, it’s time to visit Isabella’s hometown before we start moving our forces in earnest.

“Will you go together?”

“No, I’ll stay here. It doesn’t seem like it’s my place to get involved in many ways… … Well, anyway, it’s my hometown.”

Adrian thought of the rugged mountains shrouded in ominous fog. The hideout of his master who had raised him after losing his parents to the Ain.

It was there that I learned life as a prosecutor and as a human being.

Verden said.

“If you want, I can take you too.”

“… I miss it since I haven’t been there since I was kidnapped by the Bohemian Tower, but I promised myself that I wouldn’t go back empty-handed. So, can I ask you to do it next time?”

Adrian seemed to have decided to visit his hometown only after he had completely completed his revenge, and his feelings were completely understandable.

“Tell me anytime.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Verden, who had left Arlane like that, moved to the Great Hall. Following the presence, he stepped into one of the deep research labs.

Isabella blinked as she read a book on alchemy.

“Go? Are you done already?”

“The ark arrived a little earlier than expected. So where should we go?”

“Oh, wait a minute… …! Over here!”

Isabella unfolded the map of the central continent she had prepared in advance and pointed to the lower right corner with a slender finger.

Verden immediately calculated the spatial coordinates and activated the artifact.

As soon as the entrance to the space opened, purple waves rippled.

“… … .”

Perhaps I was hesitant because I thought I was going back to my hometown after such a long time and with such tragic memories.

Isabella swallowed softly and grabbed [Einver]’s sleeve. Then, Verden took the lead in her tensed place.

Naturally, Isabella was drawn to it.

Phew.

Two people leaped through space.

* * *

The location of Isabella’s mansion was a small barony called ‘Maren’.

It was a rural area relatively far from development, with no urban-sized residential areas nearby, and at best, a town-sized village.

Still, it is a pretty good environment to live in.

Even more so for the ancestors who escaped from the Magic Nation with the three by-products───heirlooms─bestowed by the first Magic King for their achievement of single-handedly blocking the advance of a special entity.

Here the name of House Deiros was gradually forgotten, and instead they were regarded as a respected wizarding family in the small barony.

The descendants of the fallen nobility helped their neighbors and maintained good relations with their lords, thus blending into ordinary life.

That’s old news now.

Sabak… … Sabak… … .

Isabella walked very slowly, straight ahead, then stopped. A desolate plain with overgrown weeds and thick snow appeared before her eyes.

“This was my home. When I was working as a lucky melody singer, I thought I would never come back… … .”

However, the mansion and garden that were supposed to be there had long since disappeared without a trace, as if they had never existed in the first place.

And yet, it felt infinitely familiar to Isabella.

I wonder what happened to the things that were here.

Of course, the traces of that day were completely erased from the Bohemian Tower. The mansion was reduced to ashes, and even the bodies of the family members were all erased.

“I’ll be nearby.”

“……thank you.”

Verden, who had left his post, gave Isabella some time to herself. The winter wind blew strongly intermittently.

She, who hardly ever felt the cold, stood there blankly for a while before moving to the center of the mansion’s grounds.

Then he squatted down as if he was about to collapse.

I carefully squeezed a handful of snow. It was a bit wet, so it was clumped together well.

When the snow piled up like this, we all gathered together and threw snowballs at each other and even made snowmen.

“Xenia… … Kael… … Marianne… … Carver… … .”

One by one, I thought of my younger sister, the youngest, the maid, the gardener… … I thought of my beloved family. Their warmth, still alive and breathing in my memory, is still vivid.

The burning mansion.

Families who collapsed and bled.

Isabella has no idea how she escaped the siege of the Bohemian Tower formed by Croden.

The moment I lost consciousness after consuming one of the three heirlooms, [Reviving Blood], I only vaguely remember what happened… … .

Even if it wasn’t intentional, it deeply hurt me that I ran away alone and that as the head of the household, I couldn’t even collect the bodies of my family members with my own hands.

Isabella, overcome with emotion, pursed her lips and let out a nasal sound.

It was the first song I made based on a common fairy tale, and it was the melody of a self-composed song that Xenia and Kael especially liked.

Maybe it was because the surroundings were quiet, but it seemed like it had been a long time since he had been on stage.

Slowly, slowly.

As they continued to sing funeral marches to comfort their departed families, the sound of horse hooves repeatedly pounding the ground was heard.

I looked back. A young man pulling a cart was approaching. His smokey breath was spreading in all directions.

“No, why are you here alone in this cold weather… … I don’t see you here often, so I guess you’re a tourist. Do you need any help?”

Because Isabella was wearing the hood of her robe pulled down low to hide her appearance, the young man could not tell that she was a woman.

Isabella, on the other hand, was different.

‘This person is… … .’

He is an acquaintance.

Yes, he must have been a man from the village closest to the mansion. He was also a farmer who had inherited the family business and was running a large farm.

They actually knew each other, having been constantly coming and going from the village before Croden Olentia raided the mansion.

‘Was your name Henry?’

As more than a dozen years have passed, my impression has changed a little.

It’s not to the point where you can’t recognize it though.

“hey?”

The young man, Henry, asks again.

Isabella hesitated to answer for a moment. She was too happy to pretend not to know… … But now was not the time.

“It’s okay. I don’t need help.”

“ah…….”

He firmly indicated his refusal and passed the carriage.

Henry turned his head, feeling a little uneasy about leaving a woman walking alone, even though he couldn’t help it since she was the one who declined.

“But it’s still a bit far to the village, so just take me there… … Huh?”

There is no one.

All that remained were footprints on the snow that had been cut off at some point. Henry, who had been blinking blankly, opened his mouth.

“Whaaak!!!”

I was so scared that I hurried my horse. The horse snorted indifferently, regardless of whether its owner was yapping or not, and pulled the cart at a reasonable speed.

It was the moment when rumors about a robed female ghost began to spread throughout the baronial domain.

Either way, Isabella, who had high in the sky, landed on a snow-covered hill far from the road.

Verden spoke to Isabella, who was standing right next to him.

“Do you know him?”

“We were neighbors.”

“It would be okay to at least say hello. Even if you reveal your identity here, it won’t affect our future plans.”

“I’ll put it off until later. I don’t want to create variables before something big happens. No matter how small the variables are… … right?”

Isabella laughed softly, mimicking Verden’s tone.

“Ha, I guess it was a good decision to come. I feel a little better now. If I feel like this, I feel like I can do anything.”

“That’s fortunate.”

“And now I have one more small goal.”

A pure white hand pointed down the hill where he had just been.

“Someday, I’ll rebuild the mansion there. I’ll make the garden simple and add my own taste to it… … and use it like a villa. I can come and visit whenever I have time.”

Isabella smiled seductively as she imagined the future.

“I’ll give you the biggest room you can use.”

The sun is setting and the day is coming to an end.

Her dark green hair and golden eyes sparkled in the sunset burning on the horizon.

* * *

A few days later, the Listeners’ party left the ownerless land, and the Society and Black Hour were summoned to the Grand Hall of the Great Hall.

As in the case of the succession ceremony, the two groups were separated left and right, but there was no tension like before. Even though each pursued different magical goals, they acknowledged that they belonged to the same force.

Finally, Verden appeared.

“Hail to the Most High.”

As Dahith Wesroel became the dark moon, Verden became a divinity. It was a name that continued from the nickname of the divinity of the Eastern Continent.

Olnord, a former high-ranking member of Black Hour who lost his magical circuits to Isabella and now pursues only magical research, bows his head.

It was the same with other wizards.

Verden, who had been walking in the center of awe, slowly climbed the stairs while holding the staff. Then he stood in front of the Black Hour’s throne and looked at everyone.

Silence fell.

“You must have already heard the news.”

A low voice echoed through the solemn atmosphere.

“The second leader of the Black Hour. The rigid hierarchy of magic began to change under the dark moon and Dahit Wesroel.”

“… … .”

“The Western Continent Magic Tower Alliance, which was celebrating its victory by our abandoning the front line, is not even aware of the situation. The magical world outside the Great Hall is currently in chaos.”

Verden spoke in a strong tone.

“The break is over. From now on, I will give missions to each force.”

The wall was turned to the left.

“First, the Society. Since many of its members are unknown, they will blend in with society and monitor the activities of the Bohemian Tower. Without having to find out secrets by force, they will focus on identifying the locations of ‘officially’ revealed factors across the continent. Can you do it?”

“No problem, senior!”

Yunia, who happened to be standing in the front row, shouted confidently. The wise men were secretly proud of her appearance.

Verden nodded and this time turned his gaze to the right.

“And Black Hour is divided into magic research and combat units, and after thoroughly analyzing the unique magics of the Bohemian Tower that I will pass on, we will create a suitable destruction method and share it with everyone.”

“I will follow your wishes.”

Levana, a high-ranking officer who survived the purge during the Black Hour centered around Dahit, answered on her knees.

Through flexible thinking, it had long been accepted that the intruder into the Great Hall had become the master of the Great Hall.

Control of large organizations.

Verden, who not only defeated Dahit Wesroel but also inherited the concept of annihilation, is already close to being an object of worship in Black Hour.

Kuung!

The doors to the Grand Hall were opened according to the leader’s will.

“I look forward to your performance.”

The wizards, encouraged by Verden, move in unison.

The final preparations for revenge have begun.

* * *

Time flows everywhere.

In the Great Hall of Black Hour and across all continents.