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Chapter 151: The Wizard’s Dialogue
Sedea’s process of making others into members of the Ilderva clan is the process of sharing the power of Ilderva that was focused on her.
As such, her own power is weakened.
“Sedea, how are you?”
“I feel a little lighter.”
“Has your weight changed?”
“It’s a metaphor.”
Sedea chuckled at Mord’s reaction, who didn’t understand the joke.
“With this, there are now five of us in our clan.”
There were five of them in total: Sedea, Keel, Erna Bernas’ adjutant Riviera, Rowen of the Shadow Wolf Unit, and now the Dwarf Mountain Echo Stone.
“I feel a little more free… … .”
As the power of Ilderva, which was monopolized by herself, is shared, the total amount of power that Sedea possesses decreases.
But anyway, it is a power that is not permitted in this world.
Every time she accepts a being from this world into the Ilderva clan and increases its members, Sedea becomes freer than the power she gave away.
“I feel that the possibilities of our clan are expanding once again.”
“The possibilities are expanding?”
“Yes. With this, the three races became the descendants of Ilderva.”
human being.
Half-elf.
Dwarf.
“When I am alone, I have a purity that is infinitely close to my essence. But being pure also means being closed off and narrow-minded.”
The law of nature is not the law of the jungle, but survival of the fittest.
In a history where many races compete, the race that survives is not the strong race, but the fit race.
Just as humanity needs a diverse gene pool to thrive, the spirit clan could not thrive if they remained pure.
“The inclusion of various races in the Ilderva’s bosom taints its purity. However, it broadens the horizon of possibilities. As our clan grows, my power will diminish, but the clan’s power will grow more.”
The power of Ilderva that Sedea possessed was the spark of life.
The members who divide and multiply it become a fire bigger than the spark.
As Sedea becomes free, she gains additional possibilities that add to the origins of her race.
“That’s a story that Parwell would really like.”
“He said he liked it.”
Sede laughed as he recalled Parwell’s reaction when he told him this story.
* * *
Archmage Lorodish visited Parwell every day.
First of all, it was because the impact of the creative order called ‘God’s Eggshell’ was strong.
“You know, don’t you want to make a deal?”
“What do you want?”
“Tell me the spell called God’s Eggshell. Then I will tell you the secret creation spell.”
God’s Eggshell was also a very useful spell for Lorodish and Belsair.
Even if it were just the effect of one World Shard, it would be a very dramatic power boost for them now.
“Okay. What order would you like to trade with?”
The most valuable trade-off for wizards is each other’s knowledge.
It was no different for human wizards or elf wizards.
“How about something like this?”
“Hmm. I already have a similar order.”
“Really? Then what about this?”
“That too.”
“Huh? Really? Then this is… … .”
“I’m sorry, but that too… … .”
“… … .”
“I’m not lying. I’ll show you.”
Parwell showed his creative order.
Certainly, these were spells with similar effects to the spells that Lorodish had offered as trade conditions.
‘No, wait. The second one is much better than mine?’
First, although the methods are different, the quality of the results is difficult to determine.
Thirdly, the Lorodische side is better.
But the second one was definitely better on Parwell’s side.
“… Let’s trade these three. What do you think?”
“great.”
Parwell was grateful to Lorodish for doing what he had been meaning to do.
“Then how about this? It’s a high-speed flight order… … .”
“I’m sorry, but mine is better.”
“what?”
“I’ve done a lot of research on high-speed flight. Let me show you.”
Parwell shrugged and showed off his high-speed flight spell.
It was definitely better than Lorodisiac’s.
‘No, what is this… It’s so overwhelmingly good that there’s no comparison?’
Lorodish felt slightly annoyed.
‘A mayfly-like human being who only lived for 18 years hurts your pride?’
At the same time, she admitted that she was somewhat underestimating Parwell.
“Then how about this? It was originally a spell made for interacting with the wind spirit, but I modified it a bit to make it useful on its own.”
“Oh, this is cool.”
“Then would you like to take this?”
“Okay. Let’s trade.”
“what?”
“Why are you doing that?”
Parwell tilted his head as Lorodishé opened her eyes wide.
“No, the values don’t match up well for this to end with just one.”
“That’s true… Well, the Eggshell of God is a spell with limited utility. Besides, you’re going to use it to fight the Golden Bough, right? It’s for a good cause, so I’ll give in.”
“No, that’s not it.”
There was a deep irritation in Lorodische’s voice.
“You want me to eat the sprouts?”
The pride of a great wizard cannot tolerate that.
‘More than anything, this kid’s attitude of doing good deeds without any ill intentions really pisses me off!’
He doesn’t show any signs of being intimidated or respected, even when trading knowledge with the great wizard himself.
Rather, it is an attitude of looking down and making concessions, and it makes me even more upset because there is not a single bit of malice in it.
“I’ll pay a fair price. I still have a lot to offer. And while I’m at it, wouldn’t you like to trade that high-speed flight order as well?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
A hint of pity crossed Parwell’s one eye as he smiled.
and…….
* * *
Belsair was present as Sedea was training to adapt to the mountain echo stone.
It wasn’t because I didn’t trust Sedea.
He wanted to see his old friend, Sanullimdol, abandon his own kind and find a new life, and he was also considering whether to accept Mord’s offer.
‘The spirit clan… … .’
The change in Sanullimdol was more shocking than expected.
For hundreds of years, someone who had found comfort in a closed underground space began to feel uncomfortable in that environment and yearned for the sun.
And now, the sight of him summoning and handling the fire spirit was equally shocking.
‘Becoming a different species and gaining new life. Is it really worth it to continue our lives like that?’
She was the last surviving moon elf.
Now that there are no kin left, they become even more attached to their roots.
‘The mountain echo stone is… … .’
The same goes for the last dwarf, Sanullimdol.
But he was already on the verge of death.
And, more than anything else, he had a deep grudge against the golden elves, so he would not have hesitated to make that choice.
Belsair also harbors a deep grudge against the Golden Elf. However, he is no match for the Mountain Echo Stone.
That’s why I’m worried like this.
If he dies, there will be no more Moon Elves left in the world.
As time goes by, even those who remember its existence will disappear.
Is there really any reason to face such loss while alive?
It would be a just action to fight the Golden Elves and restore freedom and dignity to other elves.
But he has devoted himself to the cause for many years. Isn’t the sacrifice of cutting off the last root too harsh?
With such worries, Belsair came out to the surface.
As she was watching the sunset beyond the forest, she suddenly noticed Lorodiche walking towards her with a slow gait and looked puzzled.
“what’s the matter?”
“… … .”
Lorodishé was speechless.
Belsair tilted his head and looked around, seeing her with her shoulders slumped.
Only when I put my hand in front of his eyes and waved it did Lorodish suddenly come to his senses.
“Oh, Belsair?”
“What happened?”
“Something happened….”
Lorodish took a deep breath.
“Humans are too fast.”
“hmm?”
“I guess I was just lazy.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh, that kid is so annoying. Damn it. Just wait and see, I’ll definitely be impressed. I’ll have to go back and look at that research I did.”
“No, so what are you talking about?”
Belsair asked in bewilderment, but Lorodish was grumbling and lost in his own world.
* * *
Lorodish planned to visit Parwell again after reviewing his research notes for a few days.
Because I have lived for a long time, I have accumulated so many research records that I cannot immediately recall them.
Just because you’re a great wizard doesn’t mean you remember and use everything you’ve studied.
Rather, although numerous research results have been achieved, only a small portion of them are actually put to use.
And what you don’t use gradually gets forgotten. Memory is not infinite, and habits optimized for combat are also formed in the process of reducing the amount of information for efficiency.
So if we review our research records so far, we will be able to find a lot of things that can be used as trading materials for Parwell.
That’s what I was thinking… … .
“Is that true?”
She had no choice but to rush straight to Parwell the next morning.
“What are you talking about… … ?”
It was natural that Parwell looked puzzled when he asked this question out of the blue.
“I heard from the elves you brought. Oh, some of them are wizards.”
“yes.”
“You said you taught them on your way here?”
“yes.”
“That… is it true that you created the theories you taught them and the training methods you used?”
“yes.”
“… … .”
“Why are you doing that?”
“no…….”
Lorodishé felt a headache coming on and put his hand on his forehead.
‘What kind of monster is this?’
For a wizard, there are certain conditions for what constitutes genius talent.
The magic power is strong.
Has excellent learning ability.
Excellent order management capabilities.
He has excellent research skills.
Only those who possess all of these can become a Grand Wizard.
However, if you look closely, some of these four elements are more outstanding than others, and some are just barely above the standard. Of course, this is the standard for a great wizard.
The same goes for Lorodish himself.
‘I’ve only lived for 18 years. I’m just a mayfly… … .’
But in every way, it far exceeds the standards.
‘Is it because of the world fragments?’
World fragments strengthen existence. They can make outstanding talents even better and fill in talents that are lacking.
‘No, that alone doesn’t explain it.’
The shock she felt while trading knowledge with Parwell yesterday was enormous.
But today, the story that Mord and his party heard from the wizards among the elves they had rescued was even more shocking.
The period during which Parwell taught them magic was brief.
However, all who learned from Parwell felt that their skills had definitely improved.
Especially in terms of combat.
In this case, use this spell, and then follow it with this spell. Assuming variables A, B, and C, use different spells in different ways.
This is because the operation of spells, which depended on the individual senses of the wizard, was systematized and theorized, and habits were formed.
This helps both the less talented and the more gifted.
Those who are lacking can demonstrate stable power in various combat situations simply by creating habits based on theory.
The accomplished person is able to better utilize his skills by obtaining clear, theorized standards.
‘Especially the way you figure out magic power… I never thought of that.’
This world is not a very developed civilization.
And an underdeveloped civilization also means that the perspective from which a certain phenomenon is viewed has not yet been theorized or quantified.
Magic was like that too.
I shared the basis for the reference order, but the rest was based on personal intuition.
Even in modern times, when theories are considerably more advanced than in myths, this point has not improved much.
Even if they were called theories, most of them were vague guidelines that said, “Just do it like this.” In fact, it would be great if they could just establish that level.
However, Parwell presents here much more detailed and clear criteria.
The engraving spell created by Parwell quantifies the magical status and displays it in a way that allows for intuitive recognition.
It is a translucent light tattoo that indicates the total amount of magical power and remaining amount from both wrists to the forearm.
Additionally, through this engraving spell, the wizard can clearly see how much magic power he consumes when he casts a certain spell.
This alone will significantly reduce the burden of ordering operations and allow you to use magic much more efficiently.
As a great wizard, Lorodish knew all too well the value of the theories and spellcasting techniques that Parwell had taught the elves.
‘I wouldn’t understand if it was something that came out of group research, but an eighteen-year-old person researched alone and came up with these results… How could this be possible?’
In fact, the reason Parwell was able to focus on this part was because the words Mord threw out next to him inspired him.
The perspective that Mord had as a modern Earthling was an area that was difficult for people living in this world and this era to reach.
It is a sight that can only be seen by standing on the shoulders of the giant that is human civilization, which was achieved through countless trials and errors by countless people over a long period of time.
“Why are you doing that?”
When Lorodishé stopped speaking and became lost in thought with a frighteningly hardened face, Parwell asked.
Lorodiche, who came to his senses at those words, sighed.
“Can I ask you a favor?”
“What can I ask you?”
“Would you like to train my disciples?”
“…yes?”
Parwell blinked his only eye.
