Chapter 177

It was an old memory.

The memory of the day when I heard the news that the ancient demon altar had risen as a dungeon, and hired silver-level adventurers to follow the king’s order and head for the White Mountains located at the westernmost tip of Itthiel.

Since they had to move secretly, it was good to be able to finish the investigation while hiding their identity as much as possible, but due to various setbacks, they ended up supplying food in a small village a little away from Ogwen, which was just a nameless village at the time.

For a village out of reach of the lord’s management, not only was it very well-maintained, but there were skilled hunters, so the process of supplying food was very easy, but it was the little kid that caught Widra’s attention.

“Are you a wizard?”

The bold little boy with black hair and dark blue eyes, which is rare in Etis-L, spoke to him with a calmness and clear pronunciation that was rare among his peers.

“Why do you think so?”

“The outfit is like a typical wizard.”

it’s typical The idea of a child with a fairly rich vocabulary passed by, but even though he thought he was a wizard, the reaction of the child who approached with a very cautious attitude rather than approaching with anticipation or interest bothered me more.

“Wizards are right.”

“Then if you want to learn magic, can you tell me how to start?”

Not asking me to show me magic or wanting to use magic, but the uncharacteristic idea of what kind of process I should prepare to learn magic was enough to attract his interest.

While talking about this and that, Weed learned that the kid wanted to learn magic based on his academic curiosity, so he tried to teach the kid how to feel magic by putting his hand on the kid’s back until the hired adventurers finished their work.

And I was astonished at the fact that magical powers that would not normally exist naturally spread through the child’s body.

Weed, who quietly opened the magic visualization magic that he had independently developed and was using for research, threw a question as calmly as possible while feeling the cold sweat flowing.

“...Come to think of it, where are your parents?”

“The people who are taking the meat off are my parents. They said that they worked as adventurers in the past and settled down as hunters.”

It was the same in the first meeting, but the two hunters did not feel the magic. Worried that the village might have something to do with the demons, Weed quietly let out a sigh of relief.

It’s not that there’s any particular friction with the demons... but since the demon king appears from generation to generation and lives on the opposite side of the hero, we have no choice but to be careful. Since he is the god of the demons, finding the altar of the ancient god called the Demon God was for the same reason.

But if the parents are human, then the child is also human.

‘It may be the first of mankind.’

Only dragons and demons can use magic from birth. Being born with magical powers was permitted only to them under the will of the gods.

Until Neugardemu, one of the greatest dragons that has lived since time immemorial, gave the technology of refining mana to generate mana to all races without any payment, magic was the exclusive property of those who were born with permission to use magic.

“Have you ever heard or learned how to use mana from someone?”

“If you want, I can be your mentor, though not immediately.”

“really?”

“Sure. True wizards don’t lie.”

Since it was a magic that started with dragon words, I never take words lightly, and that’s why I don’t speak lies. Even if magic isn’t weakened by actually telling lies, it’s because they think that someday the price will definitely eat some wizards.

That’s why great dragons never lie, and wizards who learn from them don’t lie either.

There were many people who did not keep the beliefs of the past because they were so old-fashioned now, but Weed was one of those old-fashioned wizards.

“Your uncle is doing a very important job right now.

“Then I guess when I was nine.”

You have already learned the concept of numbers firmly. He was definitely a clever kid.

“It’s a very long time. Until then, if you learn how to use the magical power I just taught you well, and if you sincerely want to learn magic. I’ll make you a full-fledged wizard no matter what.”

I wanted to immediately run to the child’s parents, tell them this, and get their consent to go home together. I wanted to pass on the teachings to my child, even putting aside everything related to the prophecies of the Imperial Spiritual Assembly and the demon altar.

But it shouldn’t be like that. This child could play a big role in the development of human sorcery, but it was the wrong way to make her life miserable because of it.

5 years old is still a young age. An age where neither persistence nor interest last long. If a child of that age can fully master magic by training steadily for four years, then it won’t be too late to convince the parents.

Even if a child loses interest in magic late and refuses to learn... It will be possible to receive help from a child through various conditions. Compared to the fact that no one has been able to help him with his research so far, this is a leap forward. If you help like that, you might be interested in magic again.

Because of that, Weed was able to make a promise to the boy with a smile on his face.

And exactly three years later, I regretted that choice.

annihilation.

While being dispatched to the Empire, the news he heard was devastating.

At the desperate report that no trace of a person could be found except for the tomb made by someone who was unknown as a survivor, Weed sobbed for the first time in his life, not paying attention to the gazes of many people around him.

I couldn’t help but be angry at the fact that the meeting, which I thought was a chance to find under the guidance of the gods, was trampled on by the demons who serve the demons. It had already been several years since he returned to the capital and locked himself in the library after heading to the front and fighting for several years, feeling the need to study demons.

Weed, who was moving with the rage of being denied life like that, opened his eyes that had been closed for a moment as he finished his long reminiscence, not knowing to whom the gods were caring for.

He was a grown-up boy, and it was hard to find his childhood image.

The boy, who had grown to the point where he wondered if he was really 15 years old, had not only black hair and blue eyes, but also possessed magical powers. The appearance of her wearing it naturally all over her body like an aura was a firm proof that she had been steadily training her magical powers without his teaching.

“I think I’m the only person on the continent who can properly teach you magic, except for dragons and demons.”

That fact alone made Weed feel like he was being rewarded for his past life.