Offer a Tribute and Become an Archmage - Chapter 200



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Offering Tribute to the Great Wizard Chapter 200

He Who Will Be King [4]

Episode 200.

“How did you… do it?”

“A magician naturally approaches miracles. When you deal with miracles… you will experience yourself becoming a miracle itself. Whether it is right before death or whatever… it will happen. Some call it a blessing, others call it contamination. From this point on, the price of magic will disappear. The point is to become a miracle itself. To break down the barrier between miracles and me. To break down the frame of discernment. That should be possible.”

A framework of discernment.

It was a very difficult word.

Ronobe tried to chew on the vague meaning and put it into his head.

Human memory is not very good.

If you don’t try to remember what someone else said by repeating it to them, you’ll forget it right away. Ronobe had a particularly poor memory, so if he didn’t do this, he’d forget it.

“It might be harder for you than for others… So keep trying. The difference between realizing it and not realizing it is as big as the difference between heaven and earth.”

“Is it because I am a child of tribute?”

“Because they have a variety of magic. Even among magicians, those who can handle multiple grimoires are considered difficult to become great. Do you know why?”

“Is it because of time?”

“That’s right. Time may seem equal at first glance, but it’s not finite. Even for us magicians.”

A wizard with more than one spell is considered to be a wizard, and Ronobe has a whopping twelve spells.

If you only look at the different types, it’s like that, but if you break it down into smaller pieces, there were even more.

“You have far more magic than any wizard I’ve ever known. You’ve mastered so many different types of magic, yet you’ve become a high-level wizard.”

“…thanks to the teacher’s teachings.”

However, Ronobe has a teacher named Shin who can cover up such shortcomings.

So, up until now, he has not died, has learned various magic, and has grown without stagnating.

“It’s not just the teacher’s teachings. It’s the determination to move forward. Without that, even if the teacher is excellent, bottlenecks and laziness will always block the way.”

When the great wizard of the kingdom applied gold to his face, Ronobe’s serious expression relaxed slightly.

“I wish we had met sooner.”

Ashwald was truly sorry.

If only I had a little more time.

If he had become Ronobe’s master.

It seemed like they were making assumptions like that.

But now it’s all useless.

It’s the past.

Now that he knows that he is a child of tribute and a wise man of the forest, Ashwald knows too.

That Ronobe doesn’t need a teacher.

The gods you meet on every journey you take will be miracles and teachers, and the forests and fields you see and the paths they lead you to will be your teachers, so what else do you need?

‘As a child of tribute and as a wise man of the forest, his talent is extraordinary.’

Normally, a child of tribute would serve at most two gods, but Ronobe already holds nine gods.

The path that the wise man of the forest sees is also the same.

He is walking a different path, each with a different ending.

Even the wise man of the forest would have difficulty choosing another path once he had chosen one, but he opened three paths.

He was by no means an ordinary child.

‘I want to help even a little.’

With great power comes great destiny. Ashwald could not even begin to guess what this child’s destiny would be.

However, if he were to walk the path of hardship despite the burden of fate, I wanted to be an oasis on that path.

That would be the way to save the kingdom…

“We have to go north.”

“Yes. There is a promise with the Encyclopedia of Change.”

“Yes. That child is like me, but also different.”

There was nothing I didn’t know.

As expected, Ashwald was a better fit for the Sage of the Forest than Ronobe.

“Stay for a day.”

“Yes? I…”

Ronobe tried to refuse.

Of course, I couldn’t continue speaking.

‘This will be the last time.’

Schwarzwald’s lifespan is over.

And then you die.

Either way, I’m going to die.

There isn’t much time left, and if Ronobe goes north and returns… his death will probably be unavoidable.

I wish for death myself.

It is to find peace through death, breaking the shackles of a promise that is like a curse.

“All right.”

Anyway, the carriage is going north.

You can catch up in about a day, and if Ronobe is late in arriving, you will know to take your time and leave.

‘A day or so.’

Ronobe decided to stay for a day.

There wasn’t anything in particular needed.

Ashwald still couldn’t get up from his chair, so Ronnobe sat down next to him on a chair he had made for him and talked.

It was a very diverse story.

The story of his birth.

Living in Hopper.

Initiation into magic.

Walking the path of dreams.

I talked about it step by step from the beginning.

Ashwald listened with interest, occasionally imparting life wisdom or magical knowledge that he could.

He went from Hopper to Sist, and from Sist to Petri. When he fought Cloud and became a Baron, and when he talked about the nightmare he met in Aulrot, Ashwald’s eyes lit up like they were not meant to be for someone who would die soon. He even added that the nightmare’s magic was very vicious and had great potential.

When he said that he had killed the nobleman of Auloth, Ashwald didn’t say anything special. He just told him not to take human life so lightly.

After that, he told the story of the gnome who made slime, and when he was talking to Prume, he called Estelle and gave her a vial.

It was a potion called an elixir.

It was an item that Bane had also received after becoming a white wizard.

“It’s not that great. It just increases your strength, albeit slightly. It’s not something you can call an elixir.”

It was nothing special to Ashwald, but it was nothing special to Ronobe. Even though it was tightly sealed, the magical aura that poured out of the bottle was surprisingly excellent.

It felt like a much stronger force than what I had received from Bane.

“thank you.”

I held it in my arms with gratitude and treasured it.

After that, he started complaining while talking about the magic test.

“The door of proof was made by my friend. He was too full of pretense. He broke it well.”

Ronobe said nothing in embarrassment. The one who created the Gate of Proof was a friend of Ashwald, and he was said to be a typical noble magician who was steeped in authoritarianism.

“What about the mirror of Roden?”

“Roden, she said that even if she couldn’t see herself, she could see the mirror… and she created something like that. She said that in just a hundred years, the level of the kingdom’s magicians would rise through her tests.”

Ashwald smiled bitterly, not sure if it was as she said.

And so far.

As he listened to Ronnobe’s story, Ashwald closed his heavy eyelids.

Before he knew it, the sky was sparkling with countless stars, and Ronobe, who was blankly staring at it, organized the enlightenment he had gained through his conversation with him.

Now that I think about it, I haven’t had much time to focus entirely on magic lately.

There was always Benny in the carriage, and since he was at an age where he had to be productive to feel better, he couldn’t help but have little time to quietly practice his magic.

With Ashwald, who was sleeping as if dead, by his side, Ronobe tried out magic alone until dawn. It was golem magic and fusion magic using oil and space that Ashwald had pointed out. Golem magic was successful, but space magic had not made much progress. Even though he told him to use oil as the entrance to the snake cage, it didn’t work well because there was no need for it yet.

‘Why did Ashwald tell us to use oil and space together?’

Ronobe couldn’t think of any merit in combining these two.

Because I wasn’t focused, only the magic that Ashwald had shown me lingered in my mind.

The magic that turned the body into sand.

It would not be strange to say that he was a divine being who had become one with magic.

‘Can I do it too?’

Wouldn’t it be possible to make the body into ice, the body into oil, the body into thread?

‘Come to think of it, the Count’s body is covered in ice.’

The phenomenon of internal Tula being expressed externally.

A realm that is only possible with black or higher.

Tula and Grimoire.

These two are strangely different and yet similar.

If we learn their secret, won’t we be able to realize the truth of the miracle?

Of course, I didn’t know that now.

“I don’t know.”

I gave up and made some golem magic.

By making a skeleton out of ice and flesh out of water-soaked thread, the shape became realistic. Oil was added on top to make it look like skin.

Of course, only the form was created.

‘If I put in a soul offering, will it become a golem and move?’

The shape was that of a snake.

As Yontirion said, I tried making a golem in the form of Ageidon, which is related to space. The frame is made of ice, but it is also made of Lonobe’s blood, and the water-soaked thread is similar to that, so I think it will work.

Still, since I had made it a few times, the movements and the feeling were similar to a snake.

‘Ageidon.’

Since it was roughly similar, I decided to give it a try.

Ronobe, who had summoned Ageidon from the black space, explained the whole story and tried to put him in the golem.

But there was an unexpected obstacle.

[You want to put me in such a crude doll? No. My original body is as huge and majestic as a mountain. It is not as thin as a child’s wrist.]

“It’s a problem I’ve never even thought about…”

I knew I had to take into account even God’s taste.

Even the most brilliant Yonterion could not take into account each individual’s taste.

“Can’t you just come in? It’s just a test anyway.”

[That cannot be. Even other gods would reject it.]

“why?”

[There is no reason to enter that narrow doll, and your dignity will be lost. Do you really want to enter that narrow doll? There is no reason to do so.]

Sure, it would be nice for Ronobe to be with God, but it wasn’t an attractive proposition for them.

“Um… Okay, I understand.”

Ronobe opened his eyes with Ageidon disappearing and scattered the golems he had created.

‘I think it would be better to make it into a god who listens well and ask him to do it for me.’

This happened because my relationship with Ageidon wasn’t as close as I thought.

There was a lack of favorability.

‘I should ask Anna.’

Come to think of it, I haven’t called Anna much recently.

While I was thinking alone, dawn came.

Cool sunlight illuminated the forest.

At the same time, Ashwald’s eyes opened.

“Are you asleep…”

“Yes. I didn’t wake you up because you seemed to be fast asleep.”

“Sometimes, the body of an old man who is about to die falls asleep on its own. When I was young, I once fought for three days and nights and was fine.”

Ashwald, smiling bitterly, told Ronnobe an old story.

His younger days.

And the friends I met during my adventures.

An adventure with that friend.

The war of youth.

A war between the combined forces of noble clans and the Orc King who has settled in this land.

Kill the Orc King and establish a nation.

That was the Bright Kingdom.

“I still can’t forget that day. That brilliant day… that will never come again.”

He didn’t know why Ashwald was telling him old stories, but as he listened, he felt a strange affection for the kingdom.

“I held onto that busy young man for a long time.”

“That’s true.”

The tense times are over.

Ronobe was acting like usual.

But the expression on his face was calm and somewhat gentle. Ashwald also smiled faintly, knowing that he was joking.

Now it was time to leave.

Ronobe stood up from his seat, straightening his clothes and fluttering his cloak.

“How is Gergoyle?”

“ah…”

A Gargoyle found in Hopper. A wizard trapped in a rock who deals with gargoyles.

By the way, he said he was locked up by Ashwald.

“What happened?”

“It’s nothing. I sealed him away because he was too precious to kill. I thought he would wake up if fate called him, but if not, he would just die.”

Fate sided with Gergoyle.

“Write it well. He is not the kind of person who would forget a favor, but he has a strange side and could commit evil deeds without realizing it. Don’t you know that? He is a strange species with a grimoire inside his body.”

“ah…”

It was said that he might troll alone.

Ronobe nodded.

“When the time comes, please.”

“… yes.”

Whatever it is.

I developed a relationship with Eschwald.

His teachings made sense and opened up some unseen paths.

Just one day.

But still, teaching is teaching.

I thought it could be considered a blessing.

Of course, that wasn’t all.

His life was somehow pitiful.

I can’t help but feel pity.

As a fellow wizard, I couldn’t help but cheer on his progress and his final destination.

But still.

“This is…”

“It’s nothing. Just… think of it as my feelings.”

In Ashwald’s arms was an ugly wooden doll.

It was a totem that contained a gentle warmth and a pleasant fragrance.

Warmth and recovery.

“I see… Thank you.”

Did you know what that meant? Ashwald smiled as he touched the totem as if he knew what it meant.

In a fit of embarrassment, Ronobe transformed into a crow and flew away.

He didn’t look back. He had to move forward even if it was the last time.

Even if a legend is fading away, you don’t have to go down with it.

Rather, he had to come to mind.

The boy had to grit his teeth as he felt the dazzling sunlight today.