Chapter 184 - The End and The Beginning (6)

Chapter 184 - The End and The Beginning (6)

“Wisdom.”

Znggg!

‘Wisdom’ was a quicker way of referring to the World’s Wisdom, and it was also a kind of nickname that Henry had given it. The World’s Wisdom was one of the things he cherished the most in his life.

As Henry called the World’s Wisdom by its nickname, the staff made out of elven wood started vibrating. Then, two green stems grew from the bottom of the staff and gradually wrapped around the Wisdom like a snake. This was Wisdom's way of expressing how glad it was to see Henry.

Wisdom was about a head taller than Henry, which was why he liked the staff even more. Henry felt like his staff was as reliable as a Yggdrasil, a tree of wisdom that only existed in myths.

“Oh my...!”

Lore admired in disbelief as Henry skillfully handled the Wisdom.

Shortly after Henry had been executed in his previous life, all the wizards in the Magical Spire had devoted their time and effort into looking for Henry’s legacies. In particular, Wisdom was one of the greatest legacies that Henry had left behind.

However, they hadn’t been able to find any valuable objects that Henry had left behind. Therefore, the fact that the Wisdom had just appeared before their eyes was basically a miracle in itself.

Henry felt his rich mana flowing out of the Wisdom. The mana was powerful and massive, like a warm ocean.

Soon, he placed the Wisdom against his forehead and he began to slowly absorb the blue mana. Warm energy dispersed during the transfer of mana.

All the spectating wizards felt envious of Henry because it had been said at one point that the wizard who found the Wisdom would become the new head of the Magical Spire.

‘That’s right, this is what it felt like!’

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The mana stored within the Wisdom was already Henry’s to begin with, so he was just reclaiming the power he had left behind. However, this process felt so pleasant and comfortable that Henry didn’t even realize he was smiling.

As the mana from the Wisdom was absorbed into Henry’s body, it naturally passed through both of his Cores. Therefore, the mana turned from blue to an emerald color, ultimately transforming into a new, stronger type of mana.

As time passed, Henry gradually absorbed the mana faster until he finally reached the maximum amount he could have as an archmage...

‘Here it comes.’

Henry’s whole body radiated a bright light. He felt himself naturally being reborn as a 7th-Circle mage without having to be enlightened.

Shhh...!

The bright light filled the top floor of the spire.

As the light slowly dimmed, Henry removed the Wisdom from his forehead. He then opened his eyes and he could clearly feel the newly attained seventh circle on top of the six circles that were already on his heart.

“...It worked.”

After so much time, Henry had finally achieved what he had desperately wanted ever since he had been reincarnated: to reach the 7th-Circle.

Henry shifted his gaze toward Lore Gillian, who was looking at him with a stunned expression. The former smiled and lightly shrugged.

Lore quickly closed his mouth, which had been wide open on account of his shock, and hurriedly bowed.

“...I apologize, Archmage! I acted too carelessly.”

Lore Gillian got on one knee, and as soon as he took the initiative, all the wizards behind him also knelt and apologized for their previous impudence.

Watching this, McDowell quietly asked, “Von, are wizards always this quick to admit their wrongdoings?”

"It's because they're pragmatic. Moreover, they're magic supremacists, so they don't harbor foolish egos, especially in matters related to magic."

“...Wow, I really can’t understand them. Are they not prideful at all?”

The wizards had quickly changed their attitude in such a way that most people couldn’t understand.

However, there was a reason the wizards acted in such a way. Just as Von had explained, their attitude was mostly explained by their being pragmatic.

For example, if there was a wizard that was better than themselves, they considered the possibility of that wizard helping them with their incomplete research.

Of course, Henry had been a great influence for these wizards before he had died, so their attitude didn’t stem solely from their pragmatism.

For these wizards, Henry was almost at the level of a god.

“Everyone, raise your heads,” said Henry.

Everyone had acknowledged the birth of a new archmage, and they had apologized for their insolence. Thus, Henry had no intention of reprimanding them for their past behaviors.

However, there was no longer a need to address everyone formally as he had become an archmage who reigned over all the wizards.

At Henry’s order, everyone stopped bowing and raised their heads.

“I-I’m not sure...”

Half a day had passed, and the Imperial Ten Swords, who should’ve already come back with news of victory, still hadn’t appeared, so Arthus was naturally unsettled.

Kington Foram broke into sweat.

‘What the hell are they doing?’

At this point, they would’ve had enough time to return with the emperor’s severed head at least fifteen times.

The imperial bodyguards had transitioned into Arthus' personal protectors, and the majority of the royal guards had also aligned themselves with him, leaving only a minimal number of guards behind to avoid suspicion.

In addition, the four knights that had advanced to the palace were from the Imperial Ten Swords, the best armed group in the empire.

‘Did something happen?’

Arthus couldn’t think of anything that might’ve gone wrong, and yet he couldn’t explain why the knights still hadn’t returned. Thus, as time went on, a sense of foreboding gradually ate away at Arthus.

“Bayron!”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Go to the palace and check what’s going on.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Kington ordered the adjutant under his command to go and find out what the situation was at the palace.

Bayron immediately took out a teleportation scroll, and as soon as he tore it, he disappeared with a flash of light.

All the nobles were waiting for victory to be announced.

Everything was ready for the coronation, including a new crown for the new emperor. However, in order to do so, they needed the severed head of Silver Jackon, a symbol that the old era was officially over.

Not long after, there was another flash of light in front of the nobles. It was Bayron with an extremely baffled look on his face.

Kington Foram was the first one to notice Bayron’s expression.

‘It can’t be!’

Kington suddenly felt that something was wrong, and this kind of hunch was always right.

Having finished his mission, Bayron got on one knee in front of Arthus and explained the situation with a grim look.

“Lord Arthus! T-the palace is gone!”

“What?”

Kington raised his voice instead of Arthus.

“What do you mean?! How can the palace be gone?!”

“It’s true! By the time I got there, the imperial palace was already burnt to ashes, as if it had been bombed.”

“What did you just say?!”

At Bayron’s report, several nobles jumped out of their seats in disbelief. They all suggested that they go to the palace right away and check it with their own two eyes.

Arthus granted them permission to do so.

Everyone in the room then took out their teleportation scrolls and tore them on the spot, heading to the imperial palace.

Numerous flashes of light filled the room.

* * *

When everyone arrived at the designated coordinates, they felt like they were in a terrible nightmare.

“Oh my...!”

“How can this be...!”

What they saw were the ruins of the imperial palace, burnt to ashes.

Nobody could believe their eyes. As they stared at the remains of the palace, they could hear a shout coming from somewhere.

“O-over there!”

All the nobles looked in the direction of the shout. It seemed to have come from what used to be the Blessing Chapel. There, they found the thing they had been waiting for this whole time.

There it was, the head of Silver Jackson Edward II, the second emperor of the Eurasian Empire, who was supposed to be a symbol of the old era.