Archmage Transcending Through Regression Chapter 184

The Grand Mage who transcends by returning, Episode 184

The inhabitants of the land.

The most commonly known race of ‘Forest’ is the Elves.

If so, who is the most representative race among the inhabitants of the ‘land’?

You won’t have to worry about this either.

dwarf.

They have a natural talent for making tools and are superior in sifting and mining ore.

Of course, the pride as a craftsman for him is also considerable.

buildings in the distance.

Even temples and steeple walls with unrivaled designs with all kinds of aesthetics and sincerity.

Everything is the work of these dwarves.

“It’s great, really.”

Lian couldn’t close his open mouth at the overwhelming sight in the distance.

Apart from the fact that this is the land of Kelibos, the degree of completion as a city was certainly worth acknowledging.

Seeing that, the butler said.

“It used to be great. Of course, this isn’t like this because the Kellibos family is so great.”

“What do you mean, old man?”

“Even before Kelibos pretended to be the owner, it was a great art city in its own right.”

as the butler said

In the first place, Malien’s beautiful architecture was famous and it was representative of the city of art.

The kingdom of the dwarves is too far away.

Malien, on the other hand, was within the Empire and could be dropped by whenever needed.

In a way, it was natural for Malien to make a name for himself in the Empire.

“…Actually, Malien before Kelibos ruled was a bit more unique and beautiful.”

“is that so?”

“It is sad that I will never see that scenery again. After that, it was really spectacular… ….”

The butler said that with a bitter expression on his face. The scenery of Malien he saw would have been different.

Of course, even I don’t know the scenery.

Kelliboss quickly took control of Malien and changed everything to my taste.

A building with nothing but grandeur.

An overly understated aesthetic.

A street lined with stereotypical buildings.

All of them are the result of the breath of Kelibos.

Of course, I don’t know what Malien looked like in the past.

However, judging from the butler’s reaction, it must have been full of unique and beautiful scenes.

“Come to think of it, I think I saw the Malien of the past in a record I happened to read in the past. Although it was a picture… …It was definitely great.”

“…Hmm.”

Eileen said that as if she remembered.

The fact that there are so many stories coming out means that there is definitely something discordant about it.

‘Then it will be a bit easier.’

From my point of view, which would frustrate Kelibos’ plans, these negative opinions are rather welcome.

Here’s a summary of the comments:

– Kelibos hindered the creation of ‘artists’.

In other words, they did not respect their individuality and changed the city as they wished.

Ignoring history and sincerity… ….

Of course, the coercive act of Kellibos calls for a backlash.

Many of the tribes of the land are gifted with artistry.

The most representative ones are only dwarves, and so are mountain giants and tunnel fairies.

Even if you don’t say it openly, there must be a lot of backlash already.

If they have a justification and an environment to move, that repulsion will materialize and move into action.

‘Cause and circumstance.’

Of course it won’t be easy to make it, but I was sure.

Kelibos and the race of the earth.

What happened between these two would never have been just… ….

Of course, this is a secondary goal.

The top priority for this job is to secure the “Arcane of the Beginning”.

‘…The most pure life stone known to have existed in the beginning.’

According to mythology, some of the lives that landed on the ground when the world was created hardened and became stone.

That is the ‘Arcane of the Beginning’.

A stone that contains primordial life.

It is buried somewhere here in Malien.

Then, in order to find the primordial Arcanum, do we have to search every single one of these vast mines?

No, you don’t have to.

If so, I wouldn’t have come so unprepared.

“What are you going to do, Mikhail?”

“I’m not going to go into Malien right away. There is someone I need to meet first.”

At my words, Ariandel tilted her head.

“…Who do you want to meet?”

“I’m a dwarven artisan.”

Of course, he’s not just a craftsman.

Not just a simple dwarf.

“Did you know anyone here?”

“Yes, I don’t know if it’s right to say I know, but it has the name Daedalus.”

“Wait Daedalus?!”

At that moment, Ryan shouted.

It’s not strange.

The name ‘Daedalus’ was so famous that it’s strange that those who hold swords don’t know about it.

either for good or for bad.

“Weapon breaker Daedalus!”

“…yes that person.”

Great Artisan Arms Grinder.

A dwarf with conflicting nicknames.

Daedalus, the craftsman I was looking for, was such a person.

* * *

“…damn it.”

An old man stood there, devastated, his thick beard trembling.

thud!

Soon he even dropped the heavy hammer he was holding in his hand.

Dropping a hammer was something a dwarf would never have done, but he didn’t even have the mind to think about it now.

“Damn Kelliboss! Don’t you guys have even the slightest courtesy! How dare you guys… …!”

Of course, it’s meaningless anger.

It’s a story that ended a long time ago.

Whatever the old man does, Kelliboss doesn’t care.

No matter how good the old man was, Kellibos was a strong enough family to not care.

Aren’t they the ones who can make even the absurd a matter of course here in Malien?

but….

“No matter how it is, the pride of a craftsman… …Shouldn’t it be trampled on like this… ….”

Darkly sunken eyes scan the surroundings.

The space, which would normally have been filled with the same artisans and customers, was empty.

Was that all

As an artisan, the tools to create works were also empty.

Even the brazier that was available was cold, as if to prove the gruesome reality.

Yes.

The elderly can no longer make ‘works’.

Despite having an eye for the materials needed to create a work of art and a talent for mining ore… ….

nothing could be done

< Crete >.

The result of his lifelong work.

It was once the busiest blacksmith’s shop in Malien.

Of course, now it has turned into an abandoned house where no one comes.

“Heh heh…. Is it wrong to say that something wrong is wrong? It’s like a fucking family.”

The old man was suspicious.

Why is this land where everyone gets along well… …Suddenly it has to be ruled by an aristocratic family in an empire.

I had an appointment.

It was only a verbal promise, but it was a promise that came out of the mouth of a trustworthy person, so I believed it.

but…Betrayed.

It was natural for the old man to protest.

It would be fine if the Kellibos family justly cared for themselves as rulers.

However, they suppressed their individuality and arbitrarily evaluated and brought down their artistic spirit.

The city of great artists who were full of personality and aspirations became just a ‘mining city’.

The old man couldn’t accept that fact.

It is unacceptable for their ancestors to tarnish the results of their lifetime.

So it happened with everyone.

However, the momentum overshadowed them and they were divided before they even faced Kellibos.

I still can’t understand

Why the hell did his colleagues betray him so easily?

Am I wrong?

I don’t know.

Coming this far, to be honest, I’m not even sure about that.

Maybe it was just the obstinacy of an old man who was just stubborn.

The old man’s shoulders, who had been cursing Kelibos for a while, gradually went down.

Repeated this over and over again.

what is the result

An empty blacksmith’s lost customer.

and….

“Heh heh….”

The old man looked at his weak arm and giggled for a while.

The two arms of the most important craftsman in making tools… ….

He looked at the hammer lying carelessly on the floor and laughed in embarrassment.

See, I can’t even hold the hammer properly.

He even lost his qualifications as a craftsman.

There was nothing left for the old man.

He took a step with a blank face and then sat down.

The despair that filled his heart.

But then.

“Is that Daedalus?”

“…hmm?”

The old man Daedalus looked up.

The first thing I saw through the blurred eyes was red eyes.

And her bright blonde hair caught the light shining behind her and shone even brighter.

On top of that, the pure white robe he’s wearing looks like… ….

“All you…“

My name is Mikhail Walpurgis.”

The man spoke his name and looked at Daedalus with calm eyes.

“I am a warrior.”

* * *

“…Please come in.”

Daedalus prepared a seat with a confused expression.

Of course, even if it was a seat, it was just a worn-out table and chair.

Of course, I didn’t really care.

Because I know he doesn’t live this way because he wants to.

He looked at me with a shy expression and said.

“I’m sorry…. The warrior came to visit, but there was nothing to treat. I want to treat myself to something, but as you can see, my situation is not so good.”

“it’s okay.”

I said that and took out a teacup and tea from the subspace.

This is the teacup set I received from Cassandra the other day.

Boiled water with magic on the spot and brewed tea according to the number of people.

“Let’s talk while drinking tea. I just want to hear the exact circumstances.”

“It’s a matter… ….”

Daedalus’ hand holding the teacup trembled.

He fixed his gaze on the teacup for a while with trembling eyes.

It’s not good to repeat.

I quietly waited for his mouth to open.

After a while, he barely managed to control his emotions and opened his mouth.

“First of all, I can no longer make weapons. I don’t have the environment to do that, and my physical condition… …”

He lifted his arms with difficulty.

His arms were trembling dangerously as if they would fall at any moment.

“…It’s because I’m not in a state where I can work.”

“Excuse me for a moment.”

I grabbed his arm.

‘There are no traces of cuts. At least I wasn’t physically attacked.’

“It is useless. My arm wasn’t hurt, but it wasn’t like magic or curses.”

Daedalus continued with a bitter voice.

“This is just…It’s my mental problem. Hehe, yes, it is the result of my exhausted mind.”

“…Hmm.”

I focused again and looked at the condition of Daedalus’ arm.

Certainly, from the outside, it seemed that there was no problem, as he said.

Yes, from the looks of it… ….

“This is not magic…“

It’s magic.”

“exactly. It’s not magic, it’s my psychology… …Yes?”

“This is magic.”

I clicked my tongue and looked at Daedalus’ arm.

At my words, he opened his eyes and said.

“…Magic?”

“Of course, it is not ordinary magic. It is quite interesting, but….”

From the outside, Daedalus’s arms appear to have no problems.

Whether it’s magic, curses, or problems caused by physical attacks… ….

But in my eyes it is visible.

A source of magic and curses lodged in his arms.

That’s why it’s interesting.

“Dark circles.”

“…!”

At my words, the atmosphere around me instantly calmed down.

I don’t know exactly what Malien’s situation is.

But rather so.

I was more interested in what I had just discovered.

“…It’s a dark circle.”

Dark circle.

Simply put, the ‘reversed circle’, the path of an apostle among apostles, out of the ordinary magic ark.

in another way.

‘Blessing of the demon lord.’

in short.

This time, too, it means that the damn devil is involved.