Pendragon Noble Council.
A central institution of the kingdom that emerges along with the royal family, guild association, and merchant association.
The council where the high-ranking nobles of the royal capital gathered was always famous for the loud and quiet shouts that rang out, and I wondered if this was because even the nobles in the same council were divided into factions.
Although it is an organization created to do state affairs, seeing them fight among themselves shows that the behavior of those in power is similar in any world.
Boom!
“That’s why I told you! We will be in charge of protecting the Sultan!”
“What about an escort! Those guys said they didn’t need an escort, so what excuse do we have for protecting them!”
“You shouldn’t have accepted them in the first place. That’s why this kind of thing happened.”
“You ignorant bastards who don’t even know the foreign language of diplomacy! Is that what you’re saying now!? Shouldn’t we just not accept it from the beginning? Are you in your right mind? If you have a brain, think about it and think about it! Isn’t your brain not a decoration?”
“What? Do you think this guy is a smart guy?”
“Take off your gloves!? Where did this guy get such an arrogant attitude and not knowing what to do…!”
Every minute, every second, gloves flew, duels were established, and the nobles did not stop swinging their fists along with the shouts.
It is unclear whether this is a parliament of intellectuals or a fighting arena.
It was a parliament full of nothing but nonsense and shouting, as the previous day’s terrorist attack by the Sultan had caused a quarrel and no plausible proposals were forthcoming.
“Ha, I’m so frustrated. Sir Dalton, do you have any opinions? If you have any good ideas, please share them.”
“… How could I possibly have such a clever plan?”
“Ha, you’re unusually humble. It’s not like you. Are you feeling unwell or something?”
“Oh, no. I think it’s just complicated thinking, Sir Edry.”
“Hmm, if there’s any problem, just tell me anytime. Aren’t we just seniors and juniors?”
“…I am always grateful.”
A conversation between senior and junior noble members of the National Assembly that appears warm at first glance.
I think this is a passage that gives a glimpse into the importance of school ties.
But the expression on the face of the nobleman who was suddenly called Dalton was severely stiff.
So much so that you wouldn’t notice it unless you looked closely.
he is….
‘You stupid Sultan, why are you trying to do something big by yourself and then getting in trouble?’
He seemed to be uncomfortable with the current situation with his eyes looking even more sunken.
With an endlessly cold ridicule.
Dalton, or rather the old wizard who wore Dalton’s skin, was not the same in all circumstances.
* * *
Greg, the illegal wizard, was an old wizard in his eighties this year.
Unlike people like knights and warriors who lose their physical youth and vitality as they age and decline, wizards are a race whose magical powers become more profound as they age.
Thanks to this, Greg is still going strong and living his eighty years without any problems.
Just like now.
“Tsk, did I pick the wrong person to hide with? I didn’t expect it to be someone so poor and worthless… .”
Greg found out too late that the original owner of the hide he had turned inside out was an honorary nobleman who had spent his entire life reading books and studying without any money.
I chose him because he was a member of the noble council, but I never thought he would be this poor.
There is not even a single servant, and the only living expenses are from the parliament.
Even if it is an honorary position, how can a nobleman live such a simple, if not poor, life?
“Whew, it’s been a while since I’ve seen a noble, but I never thought I’d get a blank.”
Greg grumbled and clicked his tongue in disappointment, but he didn’t act viciously.
It’s one of his principles, but he tends to focus relatively on acting when he’s pretending to be someone else.
This performance also allowed Greg to run away for so many years.
‘I thought I could end my life on the run.’
However, just because I’m Greg doesn’t mean I can live someone else’s life forever.
I have a strong desire to settle down in one place.
Okay, for example.
“…The Sultanate will be a good nest.”
Although Sultan Salah has been attacked and is holed up in his quarters, Greg knows that the Sultan will not give up the mystery.
How could such a greedy person give up such an opportunity?
Brrrrr.
Greg rolled the highest grade magic stone he had received from the Sultan.
A magic stone that shines as brightly as a jewel.
It’s as small as a pebble, but its value is too valuable to be put into words.
‘I asked you to get it for me because I needed it, but I didn’t think you’d get it for me this easily.’
The Sultan’s power seemed truly amazing, and Greg was seething with greed.
-I want it!
His life…!
He was none other than a wizard who had spent his entire life trying to steal other people’s lives and talents.
Greg was honestly intrigued by the mystery, but he was also intrigued by the Sultan’s life.
If I can just get my hands on it, I won’t have to worry about research funds in the future, and if I do well…
‘The Tower of Magic will no longer be able to treat me carelessly!’
The moment Greg’s name came to mind, countless emotions crossed his eyes.
Love and hate, jealousy and greed.
His, no, the wizard’s hometown, the ivory tower he longs for and to which he must return someday.
He wants to be recognized and have the world look up to him.
A lifetime of research is stored on the top floor of the magic tower.
This is a dream come true!
Greg was burning with desire.
‘If I steal the mystery and the results of this research go to the old people in the ivory tower, I will have to admit it even if I don’t want to.’
Greg looked forward to the day when the people who had kicked him out would call him back in regret.
Dalgrak.
Percussion.
“… … .”
… Greg rolled the magic stone as if it were his habit, and suddenly felt a sense of discomfort.
‘what?’
The wizard who lived for 80 years never just ignored the strange feeling that came over him.
Surviving for so long meant having an extremely developed sense of survival.
he is.
Flash!
‘It’s quiet around here!’
I managed to quickly assess the situation.
It is so quiet that it is almost eerie, not even the sound of a cicada can be heard.
Greg noticed this and quickly grabbed the magic stone and…
“-You have a good sense for a person who orders things.”
Kwajik!!
“!!”
A hand rushes towards him, lightly breaking through the wall like sand.
Greg was horrified.
It was a sight that would have shocked and paralyzed someone with a weak heart, but Greg was not surprised.
Hwaaaaak!
Kwaaang!
“Ugh!”
All I could do was deploy a magic barrier to block it.
Being surprised by the enemy was like a lifetime’s work for him.
Being attacked by surprise is something that cannot be unfamiliar… .
Phage, phage, phage!!
“!?!!!”
crazy!!
Greg tried to curse with his voice, but his voice was drowned out by the magical barrier that split.
The attacker’s arm shatters the magic barrier without a hitch.
This is the magic barrier of an old wizard who has lived for 80 years.
Even though his talent was lacking, he never forgot to train his psychic powers and lived a life of constant training.
A magical barrier made of such psychic powers would have been as strong as a castle wall, so it is only natural to be terrified to see such a barrier about to collapse.
Greg immediately realized that the attacker was something special.
‘He’s a serious guy!’
As soon as he realized this, instead of running away, Greg recited a spell.
“[Clouds, gather together], [Storm winds, nestle in the clouds]. [Lightning, dance, winds, dance sharply], [Destroy my enemies]!”
A thundercloud was formed by the spell cast in an instant.
A small sphere of thundercloud was formed, small but powerful.
Kwarrrrung!
“Die, you punk!”
Greg immediately cast another spell and tried to escape, sending up a thundercloud of incredible power.
Even if you get caught in a thunderstorm, you won’t be safe.
In reality, this attack was a move to avoid the opponent rather than kill them.
It is only natural that anyone who is not extremely foolish would avoid thunderclouds.
… … That was natural.
“It stings.”
Kkwudduk!!
-The thunderclouds were shattered.
“This monster!”
What the heck!
Greg was left with no sense of sanity as he watched the thundercloud magic he had unleashed with all his might shatter into pieces.
That’s not a magic that will disappear so easily… .
‘Sir, no way!’
“Oh, an Auror user! An Auror user is coming at me-!”
Auror user.
A superhuman known as the Terror of Wizards, capable of destroying an entire nation alone.
Greg started to panic, wondering if that monster had appeared.
“Isn’t it a shame for users to move to come to a charlatan like you?”
The attacker laughed as if he found it funny.
As if a superhuman would come to catch someone like you.
And above all… .
“If those gentlemen had taken action, the situation would have ended a long time ago. It wouldn’t have been this difficult.”
The attacker came right up to Greg with a soft taunt.
“[Oh, wind, come to my legs]!”
Greg leapt into the air, reciting the spell in a hurry.
Hwaaaaak!
Greg was able to glide through the air as fast as a bird with the help of telekinesis and spells, and it wasn’t difficult for him to escape thanks to the house collapsing during the raid by the raiders.
In an instant, he soared high into the sky, so fast that he could even pierce the clouds, determined to escape at any cost.
‘How can I, my bastard, chase after you all the way to heaven!’
Aerial combat has long been the domain of magicians.
It cannot be anything other than sacred, something that knights and warriors can never invade.
so….
‘I can finally take a breather.’
Greg, who had been terrified from beginning to end, finally let out a sigh of relief, thinking that he might survive.
But the moment he sighed and raised his head… .
“-Yeah, are all the escapees gone?”
“… Ugh!?”
He took a deep breath.
Because he saw an attacker walking through the sky just like himself, or even more naturally than himself.
“Huh, how…!?”
“-Standing in the air.”
“???”
“Yeah, how would a swindler know?”
The attacker drew his sword just like that.
And so.
“Haa, it’s hard to catch it without killing it.”
“??”
… listening to the incomprehensible words, he could only watch as the sword broke through his magic field and struck his side.
It was a series of events that happened in an instant, Greg thought.
… … How can you catch someone without killing them?
* * *
Lee Han exclaimed in admiration.
“Are you stronger than our kids?”
That old order-maker was quite something.
I hit him with all my might, but all I could do was break his ribs.
The magic field itself seemed quite sturdy, so it was on a different level from other spellcasters.
They say old ginger is spicy, and that is true.
but.
“A person who orders is a person who orders.”
Lee Han stopped admiring the orderer.
It doesn’t matter how strong or old the spellcaster is.
Even if he is old, it is right for a peddler to be defeated.
Especially those filthy bastards who walk around wearing other people’s clothes.
“Lee Han Kyung. Lord Dalton is safe. He is badly injured, but if you go to the temple, he will recover in no time.”
“That’s fortunate.”
While he was subduing the spellcaster, Galahad’s knights managed to find the victim whose skin had been stolen by the spellcaster in the mansion, and Leehan was relieved.
Because nine out of ten people kidnapped by the original orderer end up dead.
“… Thinking about it makes me mad.”
Kwajik!
“Euuuuuuuuu!”
Lee Han literally broke Greg Bean’s shoulder.
He writhed in pain again, but Lee Han paid him no mind and just stepped on the back of his head.
Knock, knock!
“… Lee Han-kyung, if you keep doing that, you’ll die.”
“Don’t die. The spellcaster is such a strong monster.”
“That, the spellcaster isn’t a monster?”
“Then insects?”
“… … .”
“I’m kidding.”
“hmm….”
Galahad’s knight was somehow certain that this was not a joke.
Because those eyes weren’t the kind that saw people as people.
‘… What a scary person.’
His power is so great that it is admirable, but the thoroughness and cruelty with which he treats magicians is bold, if not resolute.
A look that sees wizards as monsters that must be exterminated, not people.
…a look in his eyes that he is afraid of appearing in his dreams.
“What happened to your side?”
“… Don’t worry. I finished it quickly and without any damage.”
“As expected, Galahad. You are the best in the kingdom.”
“… I appreciate your words, but I wonder if the Silver Lions will be upset if they hear them… .”
“Do they have the right to be upset?”
“… … .”
… the knight felt a little sympathy for the silver lions who were being treated poorly.
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“Wonderful. But even so, how did you find a wizard in this vast capital?”
“They say that they found out that a wizard had infiltrated the noble council through the great disciple of the magic tower, so it’s not that great….”
“No one knew that a wizard was hiding in the council, only he did.”
“… … .”
“Haha, I guess you’re jealous because I only praise that article.”
“…majesty.”
“Ahahaha!”
Duke Blake looked delighted.
Maybe it’s because I’m out for a walk with my disciple for the first time in a while.
“Your skills have improved, Lark. Now it’s time to give you the position of Knight Commander.”
“It is still insufficient. I have borrowed Your Majesty’s power to catch these people.”
“…boy.”
Blake laughed at his disciple’s humility.
“Ugh… .”
“Lord, kill me… .”
“Water, water, please…!”
They were seen rolling around at the feet of Duke Blake and Galahad’s knights.
50,000 troops hiding at the foot of the border mountain.
They were the ones carrying the Sultan’s flag, and they were complaining of the heat and pain as if they were burning in a pit of fire.
Duke Blake, who had single-handedly ‘neutralized’ 40,000 troops, laughed in vain.
“It feels good to get some exercise after a long time.”
“Hmm….”
Lark, who had barely managed to neutralize 10,000 troops with the Knights, swallowed his sigh.
The owner of the magic sword, comparable to a superhuman.
The power is still so overwhelming that it renders even tens of thousands of troops useless.
Indeed… .
‘The wall I’m trying to reach is too big and thick.’
I suddenly wonder what that insolent thug would say if he saw this sight.
maybe.
– That gentleman is still in good spirits. Can he go get married?
…wouldn’t he be saying something blasphemous like that?
“under….”
‘I guess you’re being influenced by a thug.’
He shook his head, saying that he was just thinking nonsense.
