Chapter 746

Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Episode 746

Low Flight (14)

“You overheard my conversation with the watchers?”

A clown’s sudden reasoning declaration that he seems to know Victor’s true identity.

But as soon as Lennox heard that, he sighed and shook his head.

It was because he knew that the moment the clown mentioned was the least likely moment to suspect Victor’s true identity.

Since I have my feet on both sides of the blue eye and pandemonium, I have been paying close attention to those parts.

The only thing he had a direct conversation with on the spot as Victor was just a few words to the twin watchers Pio and Geo.

That’s only enough to point out their style and movement during a fast-paced battle.

If the clown felt something there, it would not be a fragment of the truth, but more like a delusion of a crazy illusionist.

“Even if you don’t spout such bullshit, I won’t talk about your territory, so shut up and crawl out. Even if you don’t, how much work you have to deal with-”

“A rare disease that costs life.”

said the clown, interrupting Lennok.

“A natural bond that borders on a curse.”

“... ... .”

“Isn’t that the true identity of your secret?”

The clown, with his head sticking out on the ground, is watching Lennok’s reaction.

Lennok, who had been silent, slowly turned his gaze to the clown.

“Funny words. I don’t know where you came up with that speculation.”

Through the obsidian mask, the soft light of the eyes flows out and calmly looks down at the clown.

Lennok smiled as he sat down on a rock under the meadow where the clown was buried and met his gaze.

“Looks like you have something to say to me. Go on. I want to hear more.”

“... ... .”

The clown looks bewildered by the calmer answer than he thought.

But Lennok knew there was no reason to react hastily to the clown’s speculation.

It is true that the clown’s answer pierced Lennok’s essence to some extent, but there is no possibility that the basis for the guess was the conversation with the watchers.

If that thought hasn’t changed even now, you must have approached that side through other words and actions or knowledge.

First of all, I had to listen to the clown’s explanation about that part.

The clown looked up at Lennok in silence, then replied with a smirk.

“The twin sympathizers you encountered pointed out about your strength. Do you remember?”

“... ... .”

“The sympathizer, who is sensitive to his surroundings, rarely misses skin-to-skin information. According to him, you are perfectly concealed with manipulation techniques, but your physical abilities are not particularly outstanding.”

Before Lennok could answer, the clown looked down.

The clown looked at the shadow robe he was wearing and murmured.

“A shadow robe used by Plague Doctors and Rift Guardians. A mask and gloves that completely hide the skin. Abnormal magic talent and a body that couldn’t handle it. I’ve heard of it a few times.”

“... ... .”

“If you are a class that has a transcendent aptitude for special skills, but is extremely reluctant to expose it to the outside... ... .”

With the obsidian mask in between, several unreadable gazes cross each other.

The clown smiling round and round as if not wanting to miss the reaction, and Lennok looking at the mouth with expressionless eyes.

A conversation that is sharp and risky like a blade that doesn’t make it strange even if the atmosphere is turned upside down with a single word.

said the clown with a grin, as if confirmed by Lennok’s silence.

“One of the oldest wizarding families, and the lineage of the half-bow that is said to have been cursed by the world. Victor, you inherited Ascendant blood. Isn’t it?”

“... ... what?”

“yes?”

A low silence passed between the two of them over Lennok, who inadvertently questioned them.

The clown also tilted his head, not expecting such a reaction, and exclaimed triumphantly as if he had found the correct answer.

“Puhahaha I won’t fall for that kind of bluffing!! What about my sharp reasoning!!”

“... ... .”

“If you get the answer right, quickly take off the mask and reveal your true identity.”

A mound of dirt rained down on the clown’s half-powdered face.

Lennok, who shoved a lump of earth into the clown’s mouth, stood up without hesitation.

“There is a possibility that Jillian will send a tracking party, so we move to the border area. move right away.”

“Eh? what? Isn’t it real? When Myeong recommended me to join the team, I thought it would be an acquaintance of that family, but the reaction isn’t very interesting.”

The clown, who was chewing on the dirt in his mouth, said.

“Wasn’t the reason why you participated in the operation against Gyebaek because the Ascendant’s lineage could survive in a well?”

“... ... Did you guess my identity by relating it to Ming’s lineage?”

When I suddenly pointed out Victor’s identity, I wondered what he was thinking, and he said it purely to see Lennok’s reaction.

However, the fact that the reasoning thrown so blindly is not very wrong confirms the danger of the clown.

It’s ironic that even though he’s insane and his methods and ideas are terribly twisted, there’s no point in pointing out completely wrong answers because of that.

The essence of the illusionist, who plays with the hierarchy with contradictions and sophistry and runs away from madness, is clearly revealed even at the moment of conversation like this.

“Hmm, to be honest, I’m interested in the descendants of ascenders who have already died.”

The clown nodded.

“Even if it is a young lighthouse keeper, there is a part of the doctor who agrees with the doctor about the generation of their supernormal abilities that have died and disappeared.”

“... ... .”

Looking back, it seems that I heard that the clown was conducting research in a similar way to the doctor in Pandemonium.

Did you hear from Freya when you escaped from the Great Forest where the well was located?

As Lennok looked back at the memory, the clown slowly moved and chuckled.

“Among them, the Ascendant Bangoong (叛穹) is a situation where all of its bloodlines have been completely exterminated and not even a trace remains. Only the gruesome anecdote about being cursed by the world comes down like a legend.”

The clown lifted one shoulder off the ground and smiled at Lennok.

“So, Victor, would you like to offer your blood? Apparently, he doesn’t know anything about his origins, but I might be able to answer his questions.”

“If you ask the king directly, won’t you get an answer?”

“... ... .”

“Oh Victor. Today was fun.”

The clown, who was about to disappear, averted his gaze and gave a cute wink, as if belatedly thinking of Lenok.

“As expected, there must be a lot of people like you in order to have the taste of working in the Pandemonium. It is not always easy.”

“What do you mean by someone like me?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

The clown laughed.

“He is someone who knows very well that he has been chosen for his chosen talent.”

“... ... .”

“I don’t like to observe the lower fates, but there are people like you who enjoy watching.”

From the tips of his toes, the new form of the clown blurs.

It melted and disappeared like frost in the middle of winter, as if it never existed there from the beginning.

It is so sophisticated and high-level magic that it is hard to believe that it is not in very good condition.

“Whether that arrogance is crushed and drowned in the mud, or searching for meaning at the end of the sky... ... Wouldn’t either be the best entertainment on this pitiful stage?”

The clown grinned at Lennok, who didn’t answer, and disappeared.

“So let’s get along well in the future. We will see you again soon.”

“Who is calling whom a clown?”

Leaving Agneta grumbling, Lennok silently stared at the spot where the clown had disappeared.

Even with Lennok’s senses, he possessed such excellent magic that he could completely disappear without being able to catch any traces of it.

Even the crude idea of digging up the soil when taking my body out from under the ground.

The same goes for stealing refreshments from the fortress throne room, and he is still an elusive madman.

Even trying to infer Lennok’s identity at the end was purely because of the spontaneous idea of wanting to see Lennok’s reaction.

It ended in meaningless futility, but one day the moment comes when coexistence of different identities is absolutely necessary.

I just hope that the gyro’s ship and its key that I got today will be the means Lennok wants.

“I’m tired... ... .”

Lennok murmured as he sat blankly on the grass and gazed up at the dark sky.

Agneta, who had been watching Lennok silently fixing the mask, asked quietly.

“I’ve been curious about it for a while, but are you really covering your face because you’re descended from a noble lineage?”

“... ... .”

“If you’re a sorcerer, you’ll be treated anywhere without having to hide your identity. It’s like the name, so I’m trying not to explain.”

It seems that Agneta also had a clue about the reasoning and logic of the clown’s reasoning.

It is not strange to think that Victor, who seems close to him as much as he knows the Ming family, comes from a similar family.

Lennok tried to ignore Agneta’s words, but then changed his mind and opened his mouth.

“It’s part of the deal we made when we entered Pandaemonium.”

“transaction?”

“Excess of anything is worse than lack of it.”

“... ... .”

“Maybe Myeong knew it would turn out like this.”

“I can’t understand what you’re saying.”

Leaving behind Agneta’s words, Lennok recalled the time he entered Pandemonium without a word.

Myeong constantly persuaded him that he needed Lennok’s talent and helped him to hide his identity.

The obsidian mask used as Victor’s identity is evidence of his identity given to him by Myeong.

But why did he bother to wear a mask even though he noticed that Lennok was usually carrying multiple identities at the same time?

Myung may have thought that Lennok had to hide his face in a way other than disguise magic.

Was he also predicting that he would receive misunderstood speculation about his identity like he is now?

If it is the foresight gained through experience, there is no need to say who inspired Myeong.

“Where is the captain now?”

“Suddenly you talk like Soryu. Are you also looking for a leader?”

Agneta shook her head as if she didn’t understand why.

“The only time I can be contacted is when the leader sends a consciousness to the Imaginary Number Dimension. You can hardly find it unless you call it yourself.”

“... ... .”

“There’s nothing to move unless it’s a plan you’ve devised. It’s not uncommon to appear at the end, get rid of only the important parts, and then disappear. You know that?”

shrugged.

“There are not a few people who want the captain to keep it that way. Maybe the captain knows that too.”

“It’s that way.”

Lennox muttered along the words and laughed.

Even now that I have come to understand the power and history of the leader to some extent, I still partially sympathize with the ambiguity.

How far his true intentions extended, how far he wished for his existence to remain in this world.

Did he finally find the answer by the third time?

I want to ask all those questions right now, but I also know that they won’t answer me on the contrary.

If the leader doesn’t care how Lennok moves within the plan and organization he has set up, then Lennok is also free to put his hands on the plan and direction of pandemonium.

As much as you at least know what the leader wants and is planning all of this, if you continue your activities as Victor, there will definitely be times when you will meet at least once.

Even Lennok didn’t know what to talk about with the captain at that time.

It was enough to be sure that that moment would come one day.

Thinking that far, Lennok slowly shook off his robe and stood up.

Now was the time to check the harvest that had been obtained more difficult than expected.

“Take out the Agnetha ship.”

Lennok nodded as he put his hand inside his robe.

“I’ll have to take out the remains of the guide here and see for myself.”