Chapter 398

Episode 398: One person (4)

“You probably guessed it... I once ran a magic tower.”



The Archmage began speaking in a slightly distraught but calm manner. However, since her words were based on knowledge about wizards, several people’s expressions became ambiguous.

“Uh... is that so?”

“Was he a magic tower lord?”

“Don’t you know that you have to be the leader of the Magic Tower to receive this name? “There may be people who resigned from their positions as magic tower lords after receiving a different name, but there is no wizard who received a different name without having any experience as a magic tower lord.”

Fortunately, Meister resolved my lack of understanding of Deathbringer and Berserk. Several people’s heads moved up and down as the explanation was informative but informative.

“I see...”

“But how is that...?”

I wonder if the Archmage smiled awkwardly at the momentary awakening brought about by his lack of knowledge.

In response to the Inquisitor’s question, she adjusted her expression again. His eyes, as bitter as a poorly made car, were lowered to the floor.

“I didn’t run that magic tower alone. “It’s a shame, but it’s because there are very few people who want to learn from me.”

“Are you a monk? why?”

“What a great person you are, Archmage, so that’s impossible...”

“Thank you for being kind to me, but I majored in a non-mainstream field, so there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Non-mainstream type?”

“It is not elemental magic used as attack magic or essential magic used to create life magic items. Something like a barrier or maintenance magic.”

Of course, there is room for preferential treatment in barrier magic and maintenance magic if you delve into it with determination.

For example, the ‘Atonement Fairy’ who built the entire city in a planned manner and created a huge protective barrier. ‘Continuing Purple Snake’, which succeeded in increasing the durability of the wall endlessly by messing with time. These two were representative examples in their field.

Even though they were great sages, their combat abilities were low, and yet they succeeded in gaining recognition in this frozen land. Only with their achievements.

“It’s just that I’m the type of person who studies everything instead of immersing myself in one place. “Because it was limited to creating or improving auxiliary magic, it was relatively unpopular.”

Auxiliary magic has long been called common magic or everyday magic. If you majored in something like that, you were bound to be treated as a non-mainstream person.

At the Archmage’s explanation, everyone’s expressions became those of a restless person.

“Still, we had a very comfortable time thanks to the Archmage’s magic!”

“That’s right. “It may not be flashy, but considering it is used in daily life, it’s not something to look down on, right...?”

Among them, the Deathbringer’s eyes turned to Meister, knowingly or unknowingly.

Please say something too. why me? No, you know better than me. Please comfort me with the right words. No, is this something to console? That old lady probably doesn’t care anyway.

The Meister, who was having a snowball fight with the Deathbringer with a grumpy expression, eventually shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s it. It’s good to have an attack wizard on the front line, but I’m dissatisfied with him being pushed to the back line while researching practical magic, so he’s a coward or whatever. “They don’t even know how to use magic, so there’s no point in having something like practical magic.”

“Fuck.”

I said I was going to comfort you, but I was going to tell you reality. The moment the Deathbringer was about to rise into the sky, the Meister spoke back.

“They’re all two-faced bastards. “Accumulating the knowledge necessary to improve and develop auxiliary magic is more difficult than becoming a great sage in one field.”

Words that seemed to be comforting, but not comforting, came out, as if a little bit of the house manager’s feelings were mixed in. Oh, oh. Deathbringer finally exclaimed with a relieved face.

“...Is that auxiliary magic that great?”

“of course.”

At that time, the flute girl, who had no knowledge of magic, raised her hand.

The meister’s shoulders straightened and his middle finger pushed up his glasses as his bright eyes looked eager to receive instruction.

“Learning one or two auxiliary magics is not a big deal, but winning the title of great sage means that you have mastered all of the auxiliary magic in existence, right? And auxiliary magic usually doesn’t only use knowledge in one field.”

For example, alarm magic requires a specified range, so barrier magic is used as a default, and since it must be activated only when a specific object approaches, designation magic is added, and sound magic is also used to sound an alarm.

The warming magic is not easy either. In order to specify zones and maintain an appropriate temperature, a formula for producing or withdrawing heat must be added. Depending on the surrounding temperature, the horsepower consumption may be affected, so it is a bonus to have to adjust it in a timely manner.

I felt sad as I looked at the upset person.

It was similar to the feeling of watching the female lead in a morning drama burn all the phone numbers and gifts of the trashy male lead. Even though that trash man will come tomorrow and give me a new gift and phone number, there’s something about it that won’t give in to his psychological control.

If I had seen him suffer here, I would have sympathized with him and pounded my heart like a viewer eating a sweet potato.

No, but did this fucking guy do to the future kid what he did to Ji while he was being bullied – psychological domination? This is truly trash.

“#$%$^%....”

Then, with a click, the human chewed his own fingernail. His face was still covered in ink, so it was hard to see, but his nervousness was clearly conveyed just by his actions. When

the familiar

scene was skipped, I was able to confirm that she had a knife in her hand.

Oh, suddenly a knife? My mind, which had been dazed by the bewildering development, was brought back to its original state.

Hwiik.

I don’t know where it was stolen. However, she began preparing to escape with the knife in her hand.

Unable to control his temper, he pretended to rip the curtains and stole some fabric, pretended to starve to prepare food, read books from the library to gain knowledge, or took a walk to figure out the structure of the mansion.

From my perspective, I steadily accumulated work that seemed like a stepping stone to escape.

“Ahh!”

But her first attempt ultimately failed. The difference in abilities between demons and humans was so severe that there was nothing that could be done.

The demon blocking her escape shattered her limbs, and Asmodeus nursed her again. It was a bonus that her anger gauge steadily built up in the process.

“@^#$%#$#.”

However, after the escape failed, she began to suppress her anger and change her attitude. He pretended to warm up to Asmodeus and began to get something from him one by one.

The first was swordsmanship. Although she did not learn anything properly due to the difference in physical abilities between her and the devil, she did roughly learn swordsmanship.

The second was a gift. The moment she realized that she was no match for the devil, she began looking for tools that could replace it. You don’t want it to be revealed, so do it secretly and faithfully.

A second escape was attempted, with greater preparations than the first.

At first glance, you may wonder, ‘Is this a success?’ It was an attempt.

[#%&%$^%?]

The moment she left the mansion and gained freedom, she began to face all sorts of crises again. This happened because there was nothing weaker than her in this world, and the world was not kind to her either.

“Ahh!”

I got caught by a devil and ran away until my feet were swollen. Did you really succeed in bullying him? Just when I wanted to, I was suffering from a harsh environment. They ran out of food and water, so they picked up whatever they could and suffered from poisoning. She wondered if some kind of devil would rescue her, but she was sold to a strange arena and was on the verge of death.

[Why did he%#$& leave the mansion$%^.]

As a result, he ended up on Asmodeus’ palm again.

[$# safe%# place$# in my arms.]

Maybe I was dancing there from the beginning.

“....”

I saw a person being carried out in the arms of Asmodeus with one of his arms cut off, his ribs broken, and scars all over his body.

Did she eventually give up on this harsh world? Did she despair and help herself?

“...I’m going to throw it away.”

no.

“I will kill you.”

I exhaled quietly, listening to the evil voice.

“I will kill them all.”

If she had not been a strong person, such future tragedies would not have occurred.

It was truly a pity.