Novel Will Be Taken Down on 17 May or Earlier Chapter 218 - Lesson (3)

The missing Tower Master was running rampant.

 

Hoyeol and Marcelo.

 

The two chiefs noticed that and took action.

 

Nevertheless, the reason why the Elder Mage Yugwid and the senior members of the Mage Tower came out of the tower was simple.  The Tower Master was the one closest to the pinnacle of magic.

 

Hoyeol just recently formed a circle.

 

On the other hand, the Tower Master had formed his circle long ago.

 

That was why Yugwid made that decision.

 

Even though Hoyeol became the existence of oddity.

 

He couldn’t overcome the difference in experience.

 

Of course, it turned out to be a huge mistake.

 

Banglet stuttered.

 

“I-It’s too one-sided!”

 

Hoyeol was one-sidedly pushing out the Tower Master.

 

As if the ‘status’ was different.

 

No matter what super high-level magic the Tower Master displayed.

 

Hoyeol showed no sign of panic.

 

Yugwid inadvertently laughed.

 

“I don’t know how many times I’ve been surprised today.”

 

Hadn’t she really become an old woman?

 

A mage’s duel was different from a warrior’s battle that used a sword and a shield. There was no such a thing as an equal match.

 

Magic came from mana. This meant that the outcome was decided by the stronger magic devouring the weaker magic.

 

“As expected of the Tower Master. That level of fire magic…!”

 

Senior mage of fire magic, Bensch William.

 

One of the magics that revealed the nature of magic better than anything else was fire magic.

 

The reason why the Bensch was reluctant to face the Fire Dragon, Karimjeva, was because fire tended to ride on larger fire.

 

‘But if it’s Chief Lee.’

 

If it was Hoyeol who defeated Karimjeva.

 

He expected that fire magic would be used to counter fire magic.

 

However.

 

“Ice magic!?”

 

His doubt didn’t last long.

 

“That’s ridiculous. He used the opposite compatibility of fire to overpower the Tower Master?”

 

It wasn’t just once.

 

Every time the Tower Master manifested a certain magic.

 

Hoyeol responded back by manifesting magic that was the opposite of that magic.

 

It was as if…

 

Senior mage of spirit magic, Peiyan, opened her mouth carefully.

 

“…Doesn’t it look like he’s kindly teaching us?”

 

“Teach us what? Senior Peiyan?”

 

“That what we know is not everything.”

 

“…!!!”

 

Indeed.

 

The magic manifested by Hoyeol seemed to be really speaking.

 

Straighten your back and look down at everything.

 

It felt as though he was saying that.

 

What you know isn’t everything.

 

That alone was shocking, but.

 

Matis knew.

 

The fact that Hoyeol’s talent was not limited to mere magic.

 

An unrivaled level of right mana.

 

Hoyeol’s definite talent for black magic.

 

It was more than that.

 

So he could say confidently.

 

“I can guarantee you.”

 

“What do you mean, Senior Matis?”

 

“Even at this moment, Chief Lee is not giving his all.”

 

“…Are you serious?”

 

“Have you ever seen me joking around?”

 

*

 

Well, there was a saying in the reality.

 

Extremely advanced science is no different from magic.

 

Maybe I could add those words here.

 

Extremely advanced magic.

 

Its destructive power was no different from oddity!

 

Truly, it was an incredibly powerful magic manifestation.

 

Even if we both had the circle, the time spent in that circle was different. If my magic manifestation power increased by 1,000 percent due to the effect of the circle, it felt like the Tower master was pouring out magic at least 2,000 percent output.

 

In that regard, I’m proud of you, Hoyeol.

 

‘Fortunately, we’re equal in terms of magic.’

 

Starting from growing bi-herbs to cultivating elixirs and forcibly forming circles. If I hadn’t gone through all that trouble, I wouldn’t have been able to counter that incredibly high-level magic.

 

By the way…

 

“There is no such thing as a fixed path for answers.”

 

Could you please stop talking like it’s really a class, Grandfel?

 

I was chattering while neutralizing all the super-high-level magic pouring out of the runaway Tower Master’s body. In the first place, why are you talking when the Tower Master is unconscious?

 

“Magic is no exception.”

 

No, even if you say that, he can’t hear you from over there.

 

“Magic compatibility? Don’t confine yourself to the limit.”

 

The word impossible didn’t exist in my dictionary.

 

He poured out words similar to those famous sayings.

 

It really sounded convincing.

 

‘Arcanains might get deceived by words I made up.’

 

Well, I was adding credibility to my words by countering the Tower Master’s magic. Perhaps that was why the exclamation mark didn’t disappear from Jessie’s pupils.

 

“Don’t confine yourself to the limit! I’ll keep that in mind!”

 

…Please.

 

Even if the world didn’t know.

 

I knew what I was talking about.

 

The oddity I was manifesting was actually very simple!

 

It was just magic plus basic science?

 

You could easily understand it by just searching on the internet.

 

Add a few scientific concepts.

 

Of course, I knew it was not easy.

 

‘They’re so different.’

 

Without Grandfel’s setting, the magic structure would be terrible.

 

I probably wouldn’t even notice that magic was different from skills.

 

But, no matter how shameless I was, there should be a limit.

 

I didn’t want to be arrogant about this.

 

But there was no way I could express my screams.

 

More nonchalant words come out of my mouth.

 

“You still don’t understand?”

 

Of course, I didn’t receive an answer.

 

“I will take the absence of an answer as an affirmation.”

 

Every time I said a single word, I felt a pain of shame. But this shamelessness had never cared about my shame.

 

I continued, flapping my jacket.

 

“Let’s resume the class.”

 

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Marcelo looked at Hoyeol.

 

Indeed, Sir Hoyeol was improving day by day.

 

Especially when it came to oddity.

 

“I’m ashamed to say that I’m walking the same path.”

 

Marcelo explored the science of this world as much as magic.

 

However, adding a new concept to the interference process was so difficult that it made his heart pounding.

 

Especially in a situation where his mind felt complicated like now.

 

His gaze moved from Hoyeol to the Tower Master.

 

Overwhelming.

 

The odds were against the Tower Master.

 

The Tower Master must have known that himself.

 

‘The bleeding is not normal.’

 

He was manifesting super-high-level magic at random.

 

To the point that his body couldn’t take it.

 

Marcelo gritted his teeth.

 

‘I’m prepared, Sir Hoyeol.’

 

Why was the Tower Master acting like that?

 

He didn’t know.

 

The Tower Master didn’t even answer when he asked.

 

But it was clearly dangerous.

 

If Hoyeol hadn’t acted out right away.

 

It wouldn’t have been strange if the world of adventurers was destroyed by the Meteor Strike unleashed by the Tower Master.

 

Furthermore, considering that the Mage Tower was indebted to Hoyeol… Even if Hoyeol hadn’t moved. The Mage Tower would have stepped in and stopped the Tower Master.

 

He was well aware of the outcome of the match and the Tower Master.

 

It might just be someone else’s story for Hoyeol.

 

But for some reason.

 

Hoyeol hadn’t concluded the match since a while ago.

 

There was no sign that the Tower Master would change his mind.

 

But Hoyeol kept his word.

 

“Let’s resume the class.”

 

Class.

 

Literally.

 

As if trying to enlighten the Tower Master.

 

Hoyeol just countered the Tower Master’s magic.

 

“Why are you so…”

 

Hoping for the Tower Master to open his eyes.

 

It was an action that even Marcelo, who had been waiting for him more than anyone else, couldn’t dare to do.

 

Marcelo looked at the Tower Master.

 

His outer appearance remained the same as if time had stopped.

 

The only thing that had changed was his pupils.

 

The eyes, which had always been languid, were even more empty.

 

As if his soul had escaped.

 

“Why do you look like that…”

 

His head, which had never lost its cool, was a mess.

 

Then, he heard a voice.

 

It was Apprentice Mage Jessie Heinnness.

 

“I realized it too late. That’s Tower Master, right?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“Then I have something to tell Chief Marcelo.”

 

Why the Tower Master didn’t answer.

 

Why he poured out magic indiscriminately.

 

Jessie knew the reason.

 

As an archmage, she knew that the consciousness of the previous archmage, the Tower Master, was residing in the pointed hat. So she couldn’t just leave alone Marcelo who was agonizing.

 

“…So what you mean is.”

 

Marcelo’s voice trembled.

 

“The Tower Master is a former archmage?”

 

Jessie nodded her head.

 

Only then did Marcelo realize.

 

The reason why Jessie, an apprentice mage, was in a space like this.

 

And he remembered.

 

The letter that the Tower Master left on the parchment.

 

“…Was everything planned from then on?”

 

The face that always looked languid.

 

Under that face, he had a hidden purpose.

 

But it was foolish, Tower Master.

 

“A purpose that must be pursued even at the cost of one’s life.”

 

Such a thing didn’t exist in this world.

 

“That’s not the truth, isn’t it?”

 

Watching Hoyeol.

 

Marcelo came to realize that.

 

So, he was able to shout at the Tower Master.

 

“Is this truly the ending you wanted!?”

 

The Tower Master didn’t turn his head.

 

He just exchanged magic with Hoyeol.

 

Nevertheless, Marcelo shouted, the veins on his neck rising.

 

“Have you really not regretted a single moment? I regretted every moment. Why didn’t I realize my shortcomings when you were awake? I thought I could finally prove myself in front of you…!”

 

The Tower Master still didn’t respond.

 

“You had to deceive me like this!”

 

Marcelo’s shout reached everyone.

 

Jessie bit her lips.

 

This was the first time she knew of this.

 

It was as if everything happened because of him, the archmage.

 

She felt uneasy.

 

“…”

 

The Tower Master simply remained silent.

 

Among them, Belliere gently clenched her fist.

 

She couldn’t imagine the sense of loss Marcelo must feel.

 

The only thing that was consistent was Hoyeol.

 

He didn’t care about Marcelo’s screams.

 

He constantly exchanged magic with the Tower Master.

 

The body of the Tower Master that couldn’t understand anything.

 

It was as if he was really trying to teach it.

 

Yeah, to some people, it looked foolish.

 

And to some, it looked cold.

 

To someone else, it might look unbroken.

 

However, from the system’s perspective, it looked the same as always.

 

“You still don’t understand?”

 

Even if he had to walk the most difficult path.

 

The [Noble] put everything right.

 

Such nobility was what brought about change.

 

[A small change occurs due to the effect of Noble.]

 

Then the Tower Master’s lips twitched.

 

“…I didn’t want it to end like this.”

 

And.

 

“You’re late.”

 

Hoyeol heard that voice.

 

“But it’s good enough that you finally realize it.”

 

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Yeah.

 

I was waiting for those words

 

It was wrong from the start, wasn’t it?

 

If I had to explain it in magic terms, the exploration process was wrong from the start.

 

Why do you need to risk your life to get to the oddity in the first place?

 

More than anything, do you think Grandfel will just watch those who risked their lives enter the realm of oddity? Yes, archmages. I am talking about that one.

 

I looked at the flashing quest goal.

 

• Dispose of the body of the runaway Tower Master. (In Progress)

 

Tower Master.

 

If you thought I would quietly follow your plan, you were sorely mistaken.

 

I was not taking the path suggested by the quest goal.

 

I just learned of the existence of another path.

 

Countless mana particles flew around.

 

“…Huh?”

 

The mana particles became threads that wrapped around Jessie’s pointed hat.

 

Yeah, this was the other path.

 

This was the ending presented by [aesthetic] that had reached the upper state.

 

I had to use what I had learned on time so that I didn’t forget it.

 

So I didn’t hesitate.

 

I reached for Jessie’s pointed hat.

 

Tuk–

 

I explored the pointed hat, more focused than ever before.

 

A magic that forcibly separated the body and the consciousness.

 

I counted the traces of the Tower Master’s magic that would naturally have soaked up the pointed hat.

 

I identified the structure of magic from the magic trace.

 

Then I opened my mouth.

 

“Jessie Heinness.”

 

“…Yes! I can’t raise my head, but I’m listening!”

 

…Maybe I hit the pointed hat too hard; I felt bad but I didn’t apologize. It was already difficult to ask the opinion of the person concerned following the procedure.

 

“Can I have your teacher back from you?”

 

“When you said my teacher, do you mean the consciousness of the Tower Master?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

A reply came immediately.

 

“Absolutely! I think that’s the correct procedure!”

 

As expected, no matter who taught you, it was important to be polite.

 

Now that a quick agreement had been reached with the two parties.

 

I immediately raised my mana.

 

I manifested reversal magic.

 

At the same time, my vision flashed.

 

• Dispose of the body of the runaway Tower Master. (Fail)

 

What the message meant was simple.

 

“You’ve grown a lot, little Chief Marcelo.”

 

“…!”

 

“And I am greatly indebted to you. Chief Lee Hoyeol.”

 

The consciousness of the Tower Master had returned to his body.