The theory, which was thought to be able to bring a new wind to the magical world, was thoroughly rejected in less than a day.
‘It’s just a delusion written by someone who doesn’t even have the basics.’
Among the original and insincere criticisms of the time, such as trash, non-theory, and so on, the slander, which was at least the longest, is still deeply embedded in Richie’s memory.
‘That’s the standard for you guys who are just criminals. I can do it.’
‘It is true that we are criminals. However, that doesn’t make you a genius b■■.’
Who was the wizard who looked at him with a bitter face while everyone laughed at him, starting with the idiot who believed he had made a cold-hearted criticism?
It probably won’t matter. After all, they were all wrong and you were right.
‘Why can’t you admit that the theory was wrong from the beginning? Vital. You’re just suffering from madness.’
He devoted his entire life to proving himself to those who did not recognize his talent and were in a hurry to cut it down to fit the existing framework. At one point, he organized his theories to a level that even retarded children could understand, and even published them as books.
It was futile. The world only envied and envied him, and did not want to admit it.
‘Look at the result of overconfident in yourself by putting your own contrived theories on top of a twisted foundation. Now you are not even second-rate, let alone third-rate.’
Even when they were suffering from a challenge they would never understand, Richie did not give up despite constant accusations.
He could not give up because he did not doubt his genius. After such a lifetime of hard work, Richie realized.
The fact that the problem was not with himself, but with the limits of the nature of mortal life.
The real problem was that he realized too late that opening new horizons in the science of magic was a task he would not be able to achieve even if he devoted all his genius and life to it.
Too much time had already passed before correcting and supplementing the direction. There was little Rich could do to buy the remaining time.
‘Vistal, you’re not even a wizard.’
In the memories awakened by the cheeky wizard running away in front of his eyes, the lich remembered who he had been for the first time in a long time.
Tannebello Vistal.
‘He who was born in the cradle of sorcerers, and made it into a tomb. Since you sold your soul and reason to the devil, you will never achieve what you want.’
No, they are wrong. He is moving forward even at this moment.
[[I! Archmage Tanebello Vistal!]]
As an existence that transcends death and opens a new horizon for magic.
[[This is a body that you shouldn’t dare to judge with the standard of a street wizard!!]]
Magic is fired. Fireballs with speed and power that mortals could not even dream of poured down like rain.
Intruders crawling over the swamp like bugs desperately avoided or fended off them, but it was clear that they wouldn’t last long anyway. Richie, Tanebello Vistal smiled miserably at that pitiful figure, contrasting the visions of the past that had ignored him.
[[Despair! regret it! Die realizing that you have not recognized your true talent! Your names won’t remain in the world, and only me, Bistal, will remain!]]
That mage will be killed especially painfully.
As she made up her mind and was immersed in her position, Vistal noticed a change in the movements of the intruders a little later.
“That bastard is sure to taste it if he turns his eyes away for a second.”
And I realized Despite being ignored again and again, his theory was eventually acknowledged by history and continued to the present day!
“Ke-Keruk! Yes, that’s right. I am the great Tanebello Vistal. I was an unfortunate genius born in the wrong era.”
It was a sense of fulfillment that welled up from a corner of Vistal’s chest as she spoke self-praise with such confidence that it was surprising that she could do it sober.
Also I wasn’t wrong. If the souls of stereotypical idiots are still pawned by Ingladio, it’s so satisfying that you want to pull them out right away and bring this fact right in front of your eyes.
“As expected, Epaga-sama. I believed in you.”
“...?”
The words of the Humans who came in with that emotion made Beastal doubt this time as well. Epa? suddenly?
But regardless, the Humans looked up to the sky with sincerity and loosened their shoulders from holding the axe.
“I don’t have a book to throw in that bitch’s face because the situation is not going well, so I’ll throw an ax instead and make his wish come true.”
As if they had finally met, or as if it had taken place very well, the eyes of the Humans, who seemed to have no special feelings for Vistal just before, seemed to glow with fire.
“I almost gave up on magic because of you, you quack.”
It wasn’t his eyes that shook, but his right arm holding an axe.
Beastal, who had been beaten by the flying ax without a chance to use his protective magic, didn’t even have a chance to feel the anger, the human race’s one-sided words continued.
“Caruberos.”
It was Senethigua who appeared next to the human as he uttered unknown words, whether it was a name or an incantation. This time, Beastal, who whimpered and pulled out the ax that flew to his ribs instead of his head, tried to laugh at the stupid humans who made a deal with the devil without even knowing it was a fake name.
“Did you call!!”
If you hadn’t seen Senichigua taking a low posture with her back bent at 90 degrees, she would have actually done so.
No, you’re Senichigua...
At first, I wondered if you were teasing the human race in a humorous way, just like you showed yourself, but something strange is going on because of the familiar demon that is dragged next to it and seems to cause breathing difficulties any minute. could notice
“Hey, Ingladio. Welcome.”
As soon as the human spoke, Ingladio, who was having trouble breathing, began to gasp as if he would run out of breath at any moment. However, the Humans didn’t even pay much attention to such Ingladio and gave a brief ‘order’.
“Scrape out all of that bastard’s artifact box.”
While watching the two demons disappear while nodding their heads violently at the topic of not being able to speak properly, Vistal forgets to even close her jaw and blanks herself out.
“You’ll get beaten until they come back.”
The reasoned anger that had been going on since the temporary detention center of the Isthiel royal family struck Tanebelo Vistal.
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