Offer a Tribute and Become an Archmage - Chapter 122



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Offer a Tribute and Become the Grand Wizard Episode 122.

Burning Wizard [3]

A new era has begun.

“is it.”

Ronobe calmly opened his eyes and felt a larger-than-normal spirit offering.

A soul seeping into me.

This is clearly a wizard who is destroying the castle.

It belonged to Head Collector Cloud.

The quality of the blood-filled soul is different.

However, at the level of a wizard, the size of the soul was also massive.

The sizes of the bowls are different.

Maybe that’s what it means.

“But this wand isn’t a grimoire, is it? “What happened?”

The heads attached to Cloud’s hook were themselves grimoured.

As an example, Sir Brandon’s head, which was just inserted, has a foxtail grimoire that he has worked with throughout his life. The fact that his head is put on a hook and used is itself a miracle for him. But now the only thing on the wand is Brandon’s head.

‘Of course I thought the wand was a grimoire…’

It wasn’t.

I wondered if there was something in it, but unfortunately, it was all broken or burned.

“I burned it for no reason…”

Honestly, I didn’t think it would burn out.

I don’t even know how they did it.

I just made autumn leaves as small as snow crystals and dropped them while thinking of Anna.

Then it burned like that.

“hmm. Was his grimoire inside his body? If he had, he would have stayed…”

I wondered if the grimoire might break, but I wasn’t sure. It is a grimoire imbued with miracles that survives any shock or fire. But there’s no way it could have disappeared due to its own magic, right?

“What the hell…”

“His magic is ‘dead man’s work.’ “I thought it was just magic that moved the dead, but it seems that wasn’t the case.”

“Gaisha!”

Ronobe quickly helped Gaisha up.

“What do you mean?”

“Unlike the others, his cane had a well-groomed and pretty woman’s head stuck at the top. “Maybe that’s…”

The human head itself is its original grimoire. The others were most likely picked up later.

“That can’t be possible. “Then why would you throw it away with the other heads?”

There was no way he would have thrown away the grimoire that was his foundation. Just like you picked up Brandon’s head, you need a grimoire to perform a miracle. Gaisha said, letting out her thin breath.

“I heard that in the Empire… there is a living grimoire. “Don’t you understand when you look at those heads?”

“then…”

“It may have been trying to attack or revive in some way we don’t know. “Cloud’s magic is based on something that is infinitely close to death.”

Moving the body.

Controlling a corpse.

Making a corpse alive.

That was the way he used magic so far. If you think about the skills of the Wizard of the Empire.

“Akan of the Head Collector Cloud. I think anything would have been possible with that. Moving one’s own dead body… might have been possible.”

“Is that… possible?”

“There is nothing impossible in this world. “Miracles… are all like that.”

Something that makes the impossible possible.

That’s a miracle.

This is the magic we cry out for.

“Then there is a possibility that he will be resurrected…”

“Yes.”

Ronobe immediately closed his eyes.

This is something you can’t solve with your own head. If possible, I tried not to borrow Yonterion’s wisdom, but there was nothing I could do if it came to this.

“I’ll think about it for a moment.”

I closed my eyes and called out to Yonterion.

A milky toad appeared in the black world. Ronobe explained the whole story.

[Your answer requires a grimoire.]

“Such a vicious business owner…”

Ronobe had no choice but to hand over an iron comb he had stolen from the castle. Of the five collected, three were given as tribute to Urdisa and the rest to Viktor. There were only two left, and it seems that they were caught.

[The answer to your question is worth that much. How do you feel? Can you hear me?]

“… yes. “Because it has to do with life.”

It’s unfortunate, but Yonterion’s answer is the truth.

A grimoire obtained as a reward for hearing the truth is cheap.

Because his answer is also the price of his life.

Ronobe spit out the iron comb from his mouth.

Originally, he should have just eaten the flounder, but Yonterion frowned and flicked his hand, turning the iron comb into smoke and absorbing it.

[Dealing with death means dealing with the spirit contained in the body. To be more precise, should I say it is a soul? He probably hid his head with that in mind.]

“So you’re saying there will be a resurrection? But I have the soul of a bastard.”

The soul was clearly contained in one’s body.

It was slammed shut in the cabinet as if it had been sealed, so how could it be revived? However, Yonterion responded with an expression that made him wonder why that sound was not coming out.

[The souls you offer as tribute are mostly just a few. It’s close to everything, but it’s not complete. And didn’t you know? Part of the miracle contained in a grimoire is bound to contain the wizard’s soul. There’s nothing you can’t do.]

“…!”

A grimoire contains the soul of a wizard.

I roughly knew it by feeling, but hearing it in words was quite shocking. Especially since that soul is connected to its resurrection!

“So, does that mean he will be resurrected? What should I do! “I’ve got all the forms!!”

[Is that what you’re most worried about? This is absurd.]

“No, that’s what I’m saying.”

[… Well, don’t worry too much.]

“You said you could be resurrected? But how can you not worry! “You could have a knife stuck in your throat while you sleep!”

Yonterion picked his nose as if he was noisy and answered.

[Just as you didn’t know that he had such a plan, he probably didn’t know that the person he was dealing with was not a wizard.]

Don’t you know you’re not a wizard? These were words that Ronobe could never overlook.

“I’m a wizard? What are you talking about? “I defeated the Wizard, so now I am the wizard of the kingdom, right?”

Yonterion looked at Ronobe, who retorted like a conditioned reflex, as if he were fed up, and then shook his head.

[As you said, his soul must have suffered a great deal, if not all. There is a high probability that he lost his powers without being able to be properly revived. If you hurry and look nearby, you’ll probably find it.]

It would be like his soul was torn to pieces.

“aha!”

[What if this guy was really a wizard? He would have died if his soul had been torn apart.]

“If it’s Magi… does that mean it’s alive?”

Soon, Yonterion’s eyes narrowed.

[A living grimoire. You too will see it someday.]

Jonterion answered up to this point and did not answer any further questions.

As if I gave an excessive answer.

Slurp.

Ronobe opened his eyes again and immediately opened and expanded the bear’s nose and ears.

Bear ears and bear nose are not magic.

However, the grace given to Ronobe turned into a part of magic. It was possible to maintain it and increase the effect by increasing the time or focusing on it through training.

Hearing distant sounds.

Ultimately, smelling something is impossible without the medium called air.

And Ronobe had basic training in this regard thanks to Anna’s magic. By concentrating on a wide area of ​​distance that goes beyond the original sense of hearing and smell, you can find it.

“Forest… no. They quickly lost their power. I got caught in the trap I set. “Not those.”

Old rotten smell.

I looked for it and listened to the sound.

After eliminating them one by one using the elimination method, in the end, only one remained.

Jerk, jerk.

Ronobe’s steps as he walks across the burned fields are heavy.

The battlefield was littered with corpses.

Those who were caught and died.

Those who died fighting.

It was full of people who died while being used.

However, each person’s story was not something Ronobe cared about. Soon his eyes turned to a corpse. When he looked down, he saw a corpse and a head.

It was a woman’s head.

It smelled like a bastard.

“Is this this damn grimoire?”

Now I see it was a beautiful head.

It is a beautiful and grimoire that seems to have quite a story behind it. How did this head become Cloud’s grimoire?

Thinking about such things, Ronobe grabbed the blond head of the bastard’s grimoire.

“Did you try to escape using the dead soldier’s body?”

The blonde’s eyes were rolling back and forth and her mouth was trembling intermittently. However, although she couldn’t speak properly, it didn’t seem like she was acting.

It seemed like it couldn’t be done.

Perhaps, as Jonterion said, it was true that his soul was torn away from him and he was unable to do the work he had arranged.

“S, Master. Master… Master… look at my disciple again… look at my miracle again… look at it…”

Strangely, he repeated the same words.

I couldn’t tell what was being said.

Do you have any trauma from your teacher?

“Did you say Genos?”

Genos, the Grand Wizard of the Empire.

As soon as he said those words, his head shook as if he was scared and then he started crying.

“hmm…”

Ronobe thought about offering the head as an offering right away, but held back. Because he seemed to have a lot more to find out from the guy.

A living grimoire.

It was also quite an interesting subject in itself. It seems like his soul has been torn apart and he can’t speak or think properly, so it won’t be a big problem if he satisfies his intellectual curiosity and offers it as an offering later.

Wrapping Cloud’s head with a suitable cloth, Ronobe picked up the fallen Benny and Elysia and placed them next to Gaisha. Aaron got up quickly.

But he didn’t say anything unnecessary, as if he had sense. No one had to be quiet now. Otherwise, Ronobe won’t tolerate it.

“Ronobe…”

“Gaisha.”

Ronobe’s eyes became solemn.

Your own death and someone else’s death.

You can never get used to death.

Yes.

Gaisha was dying.

However, Ronobe did not take the potion out of his arms. He knew instinctively.

No, I could smell it.

To be exact, it is the smell of poison.

A strong smell of poison could be smelled from the area where Gaisha was stabbed. It was immediately clear that it was an unusual poison, used by an imperial wizard.

‘Potions can’t even cure poison.’

There was sadness in Ronobe’s eyes.

Even if we find a way now, Gaisha will probably die in the meantime.

You can’t get it with potions either.

So now was the time to listen to Gaisha’s last words.

“Don’t make that face. “I’m glad I was able to see it in the end.”

“I learned a lot. Gaisha-sama may not have thought so, but I… considered you a teacher.”

Gaisha struggled to raise her hand and touched Ronobe’s face.

“Me too… it’s sweet.”

Ronobe bit his lip.

In order to hold back my tears, I had to bite hard enough to bleed.

The sun gradually set, as if signaling the end of a long battlefield.

The once blue sky became red and dark.

Dawn sets and twilight comes to an end.

At the end, a pitch-black night fell.

“Gaisha….”

“Don’t make that face. People… are born and die. Must… die. Me too, her too… It’s the difference between late and early. Beina and I are just going where we need to go.”

Gaisha made eye contact with Ronobe.

But those eyes were gradually losing their light. So, it felt like I was seeing something different while watching Ronobe.

“But, did she… go to a place like Baina?”

Ronobe had a hard time understanding what that meant. It’s her. She suddenly didn’t know what she was talking about. However, I didn’t make the mistake of asking that question again.

All I could think about was the need to listen to what Gaisha had to say.

“Anna… if it were a miracle. If I were to go somewhere else… I probably wouldn’t be able to do that. Still… miracles come and go. “My soul… will remain here, living and breathing forever…”

Old things fade away.

The new growth raises its head.

Ronobe closed the eyes of Gaisha, who had stopped breathing.

The victory was announced from the castle.

The war was won.

It was also a victory she made.

however.

Her soul did not become God.

*

One month later.

It took nearly a month just to process the aftermath of the war.

And today, the execution ceremony of the former lord was held, with Vlad’s crimes being recited.

“Kill! Kill it! “Kill it!”

“Our store is ruined because of that guy!”

“My father died in the war! It’s all because of him! kill it!”

The kingdom treated him as a nobleman and bribed a skilled executioner to kill him by beheading him with a single sword. Many of those who were with Vlad died for their sins.

A massive purge took place, but everyone cheered. This was because it was officially announced that bed bugs appeared and many people died because of them.

No one defended Vlad’s death. Rather, he said that he died well and praised the kingdom and Gradas’ bloodline for catching the bastard.

In contrast to those who were purged, many who participated in the war were praised for their contributions.

Among them was Gaisha.

Ronobe was there too.

“Gaisha, she was the daughter of Aolos and the proud sorceress of the kingdom. Her death is mournful. However, many people were saved through her miracles. The kingdom and Gradas will never forget her. “She is the hero of Gradas.”

It was Elysia who recited the condolences.

Now, instead of a disguised face, he recited his condolences in his original form.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

It is not considered good for nobles to shed tears at public events.

Moreover, it was especially so when the lord of Gradas, who was to rule Jaybar from now on, showed tears.

But no one could point it out.

Many people were already crying.

Those who participated in the battlefield.

And Elysia recited the dead one by one, declaring that she would remember them and bury them in the land of Gradas so that they would be with this land for eternity.

After the mourning, the rice cake parade began.

Many people received awards.

Knights who led the kingdom’s army.

Squires of knights. Among the soldiers under him, those who were outstanding were praised.

Normally, this would have been overlooked, but Elysia did not do that.

Everyone was Gradas’ benefactor.

And among them, of course.

“Sist’s Ronobe.”

Ronobe was there too.

Ronobe, who was holding a cane, raised his head.

When I looked up, I saw Elysia.

No, there was a lord of Zeibar.

A young woman who will now be called by her last name more than her name.

Elysia Gradas.

There was deep affection in her eyes as she looked down at Ronobe.

“Your merits are high. Even though, as a commoner or a magician, I wouldn’t be a waste of giving anything to you who helped Gaisha drive out evil from the empire.”

To you like that.

“I will grant you a title.”

“Sist’s Ronobe, please take three steps and show your respect.”

The knight’s voice speaks sternly.

But there was deep trust and goodwill in his eyes. The only knight who protected Gradas until the end.

It was Lord Convair.

Elysia wrapped a black cloak around the little hero kneeling in front of her and attached a gold badge.

It was the coat of arms of Gradas.

“I grant you the title of Baron.”

It was a reward for sharing words in advance.

It was the best compensation that Gradas, who had no money due to exploitation and war, could make.

Ronobe got down on one knee, placed his hand on his chest and bowed his head.

“Is there a castle you wish for?”

“If the lord builds it for me, I will consider it as an honor to my family.”

Elysia thought for a moment and then answered.

“They say you were born in a village called Hopper. Hometown is important. “Because this is where a hero was born.”

so.

“How is Hopper?”

Hopper, Baronet.

“I will accept it gratefully.”

Lonobe Hopper.

From now on this was his name.