Offer a Tribute and Become an Archmage - Chapter 150



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Episode 150.

The cloud is dead.

That meant that the owner of the grimoire was gone, and that the attempt to confine him to obtain information about the empire had been in vain.

An ownerless grimoire.

A sealed prison.

What Ronobe had to do was the same.

‘The magic of moving a corpse.’

It was possible to hand it over to Elicia. Perhaps she could keep it and use it for the estate, or use it as a good bargaining chip in times of crisis to help the castle overcome its crisis. However, Ronobe decided that it would be better to have such an ominous grimoire disappear.

“King Convile. Protect the law.”

“Okay, I understand. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you no matter what happens!”

Ronobe reached into his grimoire and summoned the gods for the first time in a long while.

These are not familiar gods.

They were strange gods.

I would have liked to offer it as a tribute to those with whom I had a close relationship, but for some reason I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t want to give it to them because it didn’t contain a particularly good feeling miracle.

Offering is about offering good things, not bad things. I don’t know what the gods will think, but I don’t want to give something I don’t like to my precious ones.

“after.”

Ronobe shouted with a solemn face towards the unfamiliar gods he had not seen in a long time.

“Not every day is a day like this! Now! This beautiful wizard’s grimoire! Not just anyone can have it! Those gods who want it, please offer it to me first!!”

It’s not the first time.

It’s something that’s quite familiar to Ronobe.

By this point, Ronobe could be considered a pro at auctioning off tribute.

As soon as Ronobe shouted, the gods’ bodies heated up and they shouted at each other, shouting what they could give. However, the noise overlapped so they couldn’t hear well. Ronobe put his finger to his mouth and became silent. Before he knew it, the discordant sounds of the gods, which had been like a noisy market, became quiet.

“Let me start with the gentleman over there.”

He was a very strong looking god.

The external appearance was that of a rhinoceros with a strong hide and sharp horns that looked like armor. It had a shape like a chariot. Its strong legs seemed brave enough to carry a mountain.

[That’s rude. I’m a female.]

“I’m sorry…”

Unfortunately, the hit failed, but what’s the big deal? What’s disappointing now is that it’s not Ronobe, but the many gods here!

“What would you like to give me? As you know, this miracle is against the laws of nature, which are capable of raising the dead! If you want this power, you must show a corresponding miracle!”

[I will give you a thousand horns.]

“A thousand horns…?!”

First of all, the name passed.

Most of the beast gods have a primitive sense of naming, but Thousand Horns has a cool and emotional feel to it.

“What kind of miracle is it?”

[I make my giant horns sprout. Wherever they are.]

“omg!”

Make horns.

That is a truly wonderful miracle.

It was amazing enough to create a giant horn and attack, but it was truly amazing that it could create it anywhere.

“There are no conditions?”

[None. The sky is a bit difficult, of course.]

“okay.”

Still, it’s definitely great.

Those big, beautiful horns were sure to cut through any approaching enemy. This rhinoceros god must have fought a great army with a single kick of his feet, sprouting a thousand horns!

‘It’s great. It’s great, but…’

If it’s just making horns, why bother? With Anna’s grace, Ronobe’s freezing ability itself has been strengthened. In other words, if he wants to, he can make a huge ice cube similar to a horn. I tried using it in the dungeon, but the ‘Spear of the Feet’ that I made lightly was able to defeat the mushroom raccoon in one blow. Since the level of magic had increased significantly, it was possible to create even greater miracles.

In Ronobe’s eyes, the ‘Thousand Horns’ were certainly great, but… it wasn’t a miracle worth paying a price to learn.

‘And those horns.’

It was very likely that it would not be possible to make it without land. It would be possible to make horns from land or a wall made of stone, but it would not be possible to make horns from wood or water. If that were the case, its potential or usability would not be high. It would be like a finished product. Its limitations seemed clear.

‘Yonterion must have told me something like this.’

A miracle with clear limits. A miracle with obvious numbers. Isn’t that what they mean when they say that such things can’t be called miracles? A miracle with clear limits isn’t a miracle, it’s just a technique. What Ronobe is looking for is something with endless potential.

That wasn’t ‘A Thousand Horns’.

[Huh, as expected from someone who looks ignorant, the miracles they possess are also incredibly ignorant.]

[what?]

Then a long-tongued, scaly figure approached behind the rhinoceros god.

It looked like a lizard, but it was actually a bipedal lizardman.

[Boy! My miracle will capture your heart more than this year’s. The power of a woman is useless.]

“Hoo.”

Even aside from the misogyny that’s slyly inserted, his confidence is incredible. I wondered what kind of miracle he possessed to be so confident.

[In any battlefield, the swamp is definitely effective. No matter how powerful your number is, what can you do if you get stuck in a swamp!]

“swamp?”

[That’s right, boy. A swamp can sink even a mountain. What do you think? Don’t you want that girl’s short horns more than that?]

Shrup, shrup. The lizardman’s tongue flickering words had some truth to them.

‘The swamp that sinks Mt. Tai…!’

Looking at the scale of the gods I’ve seen so far, I think even those lizardmen could sink a castle into a swamp.

“It’s a swamp…”

It is certainly a wonderful miracle.

Swamps are natural traps that have threatened humans since ancient times. Even the most trained knights have a hard time getting out of a swamp. Since Ronobe has Bonka’s magic, he could create a very good trap by combining soft ground and swamps. As a former hunter, Ronobe was more suited to swamps than horns.

‘Still…’

It is definitely a good miracle.

However, Ronobe has the soft soil of Bonka and the oil of Karankar. By combining these two, it is possible to create an effect similar to a swamp. It is difficult to use now because it does not receive much of Bonka’s grace, but it will be possible in the distant future.

If the area of ​​the soft ground were much wider than it is now, the oil would be extracted from the ground much faster than it is now. Then, it could have the same effect as a swamp, or it could work a miracle better than a swamp.

To put it simply, the knots overlap.

“Umm…”

Perhaps because of that, Ronobe had a hard time choosing. Perhaps because of that appearance, various gods began to show off their miracles one after another.

[I can bloom! Flowers! Pretty! Flowers! Strong!]

[What use would you make that! I can make you fly!]

[What good is flying in the sky!]

[He who conquers heaven conquers the world!]

[Even if you conquer the sky, you can’t do anything when you come down to the ground. Take my hand, and I’ll let you swim across the land!]

[What are you doing swimming on the ground without any education? Offer it to me, and I will grant you the grace to turn feathers into arrows.]

Various miracles occurred.

But none of them caught Ronobe’s attention. They were all somewhat ambiguous or overlapped slightly with things he already had.

As Ronobe was looking at the gods who were slowly starting to fight among themselves, his eyes met with a small girl-shaped god caught between them.

“What can you give?”

A girl with short hair among the beasts. She looked precious in and of herself. Unlike the other beast gods, the girl had a slightly blurred appearance. She seemed to glance at Ronobe and then reached out her hand.

Phew!

“ah?”

The girl’s hand pierced through Ronobe’s stomach and pulled out his intestines.

“Whaaaa!”

[omg!]

[Why are you pulling out the entrails so messily? There’s blood flying around!! Hey! You have no manners!]

[You’re crazy. That’s why bitches…]

[Blood is splattered… Can I eat it?]

“Don’t just talk, help me, you fucking idiot!”

As if she was trying to pull out his entrails and jump rope, the girl god continued to pull out his entrails, but soon gathered them together and stretched them out, and before she knew it, Ronobe’s entrails had turned into iron swords.

“…?”

Anyway, since it was a mental space, Ronobe only suffered pain and did not die. The pain was only temporary. He was astonished by the miracle of the god who made an iron sword by pulling out his internal organs.

“But why the intestines…”

It was clearly an amazing miracle.

But the idea of ​​taking out a person’s intestines and making them into an iron sword felt a little awkward.

No matter how great the magic is, Ronobe is now a noble. He is someone who has to be mindful of the eyes of those around him. The days of shitting your pants just to try using magic are long gone.

‘Why the intestines?’

It was fortunate that he was not branded a devil and burned at the stake.

“That. How long does it last?”

Besides, it won’t last forever.

There will definitely be a time limit. If you are only making a weapon with a limit, there is no need to learn it. When Ronobe asked doubtfully, Shin crumpled up the iron sword into a lump of iron and threw it on the ground.

[Miracles don’t go back. That’s the difference between magic and miracles.]

Short answer.

But that was enough.

“Are you saying it will last forever?!”

[If you want.]

Ronobe’s eyes shone brightly.

Perhaps she was speaking of Akan. It seemed that if she could achieve Akan, if she could put in the ideal, it would not be difficult to make her intestines of iron forever.

steel.

Ronobe knows how precious iron is in this world. Even the first-class knight of Gradas, Konbair, only has a sword made of solid iron.

There’s nothing I can do.

Because pure iron is precious in this world!

I don’t know if it’s because of the real Bonka or because of the Bonka-like guys, but either way, iron is precious. Being able to make iron means sitting on a pile of money, and at the same time, it also means strengthening the weapons of your private soldiers and gaining more favor from the Bonka!

There was no reason not to pay tribute to her.

‘The interior is made of iron.’

This is a magic that seems to be closely related to the miracles that Yonterion speaks of.

If the stone was made of iron, it might be possible. But this girl. No, God took out her entrails and made them of iron.

It was something that was simply incomprehensible to Ronobe’s common sense. And because it was incomprehensible, it was infinitely closer to a miracle. Wasn’t it a magic that made it seem like anything could happen?

“What’s your name?”

[Vivian Salem Minerva Sabrina Wynne]

“…is it too long?”

[Call me whatever you like.]

“Hmm… Then I’ll call you Vivian.”

Although she was clearly a god, she seemed to have no need to use formal language because she looked like a young girl. That was understandable, since she only appeared to be a little taller than Lirun.

“Okay, okay. The auction is over. It’s a shame, but there’s another chance, so how about waiting until then~”

[Whew!]

[Kaaaak hoot!]

[Ugh, you’ll regret it.]

It seemed like he was quite disappointed to see them leave after spitting or cursing one by one. Ronobe raised both hands with a smiling face and greeted them. Vivian asked as he shook both hands vigorously.

[Why is the stop sign raised?]

“Where I come from, this is the most polite way to say goodbye.”

Vivian followed Ronnobe and shook the stop sign.

[I will give you grace.]

“…”

Soon Vivian also disappeared.

Ronobe opened his eyes.

“Phew.”

I was sweating quite a bit, probably because it had been a while since I had summoned so many gods.

“Are you done?”

“Yes. It’s finished.”

“But what did you do? His head disappeared…”

“I purified it. He left behind a curse.”

“Can a wizard do something like that?”

“Yes, I can.”

Although it was a joke, he had no choice but to say this. Ronobe got up from his seat and looked at the Geass imprisoned nearby.

“Gias. What if I could give you a chance to become a sword forever?”

“Cloud… you are…”

“The cloud is dead.”

Then, Gias laughed heartily, his face filled with pain.

It was an unlucky laugh.

“You must have forgotten because it’s been so long… Have you forgotten all about the torture I used to give you? Is this kid laughing? Are you laughing? I endured it for the sake of my teacher, and now he’s gone!”

At that moment, I was contemplating how to slowly remove the intestines.

Geass spouted outrageous words.

“If only you had kept breathing. The wizard of the empire! Lord Genos’ disciple is dead. The empire… will kill you. Since Cloud’s life is over, the ‘candle’ he held must have gone out!”

“candlelight?”

Ronobe approached the prison and took several potions out of his mouth.

“I’d like to know more. Should we take a potion first and then talk more?”

“Whew!”

Geass’s spit got on Ronobe’s pants. He spat while lying down. Lord Convile was furious as if he had been hit and tried to open the prison door and stomp on it, but Ronobe stopped him.

“Whew!”

Spit is spit. Ronobedo spit.

It hit Geass’ head right in the eye.

“You son of a bitch!”

“Why, did you think I couldn’t spit it out? Phew!”

“Te, tho!”

However, Geass’s spit could no longer reach Ronobe. It froze in midair before it could even hit.

“This is magic, kid! Kaak Whew! Whew! Whew! Whew!”

“Whew! Whoa! Whoaaaaah!!”

“Why are you yelling when you’re not spitting! Spit it out! Spit it out, you rascal~! Puhehehe!”

Convair could no longer bear to look at his benefactor’s lowly appearance and turned his back.

For a while, the dungeon was filled with the low laughter of Ronobe and the roar of Geass.

End