The great mage who transcends by returning, episode 268,
turns around and returns to the family again.
The reason is simple.
Lemegeton.
This time, it was to hear the truth from this unnecessarily heavy-mouthed Tsushima book.
Besides that, I had something to talk about seriously with my father.
Blood of Walpurgis.
If you knew about the founder Solomon, how far did your father know… ….
Even if your father doesn’t know, it doesn’t matter.
If so, I should rather tell my father the truth about my family.
Even if it’s an unpleasant truth, it can’t be helped.
As the head of the family, the father also has an obligation to know,
“That place is Walpurgis…” ….”
Ariandel’s eyes widened at the sight of my family’s estate beyond.
“It’s really huge. Shall we say that it is the majesty of the 4th generation of the empire? By the way really… …You were a child of a noble family.”
When she looked at me with a surprised expression, I couldn’t help but tilt my head.
“No, I am not a precious child from anyone’s point of view. why all of a sudden… ….”
“Um yes it is.”
Ariandel nodded.
Why is it that he looks so confused?
“Something…I guess it’s a bit different from what I remember. I’m glad it’s peaceful.”
“You’ve never been here before.”
“iced coffee…It’s a book! book!”
Ariandel gave a gibberish look on his face.
There are a lot of things like this these days, but what the hell is it for?
“Kuh hmm! That’s not what’s more important right now! Anyway, the reason Mikhail came to the family is by no means simple… ….”
“Certainly it is.”
As she said, the reason why I came back to the family is never simple.
just what to say
“Hey Mikhail.”
“why.”
“Isn’t there a big deal this time?”
Suddenly, Lian asked.
“…It’s funny to come all this way and say things like this, but there won’t be anything like last time, right?”
last time… ….
something happened last time
So, I must have just left to read Lemegeton… ….
“That’s right. I became a star in the sky.”
It turned into a beautiful star and fell to the ground.
If I really remember the memory of that time, even now, the area that was hit feels cold… ….
“are you okay. This time, I’m going to a more serious topic, so that won’t happen. Didn’t I cause any trouble in the first place?”
“Did you break the water in half at the sale right away without asking or asking?”
“…hmm.”
I know. Thinking that way again makes the area that was hit cold again.
The eyes of Eileen and the butler, who were caught up together, also blurred.
Only Ariandel and Herma looked at us with puzzled expressions.
But when I thought about it, it was even more gloomy.
There’s no law saying my father won’t do it again.
“Somehow…It will work.”
yes i have to die… …?
…right?
* * *
“Hmm.”
Viscount Nostra walked precariously down the hallways of the mansion, holding the pile of documents in his arms.
All the documents he was carrying were filled with the information ordered by the Marquis of Walpurgis.
‘I heard that the information was obtained from the information guild in the forest of the Dark Elves.’
Dark Elfani.
I never thought I would have a relationship with such a mysterious race.
It’s really something to live for a long time to see.
‘I don’t have any complaints.’
there must be no
Regardless of this or that, it is not an exaggeration to say that his life is currently facing a second heyday.
Ironically, his heyday came when he let go of his greed.
When he let go of his impatience, he had room, and that space allowed him to see things he hadn’t seen before.
The problems that arose because of the hastily built circles were resolved more easily than I thought after throwing away that obsession.
‘It’s like this right away.’
In the past, why did they make such a fuss to hold on to that handful of power… ….
I really want to be ashamed of the past.
Although the past was a bit long to be ashamed of.
Whatever.
‘I don’t know what kind of information they are gathering like that.’
Recently, Aidan has been collecting various information to the extent that the word ‘desperate’ suits him.
He was Nostra right next to him, so he knew to some extent what the information was.
‘Mixed blood… ….’
It is not that there are no such examples.
Being born with both dragon and human blood, or being born with both elf and human blood… ….
Most of the mixed races born in this way live long lives and are endowed with special powers.
They had excellent affinity with spirits, or that their aptitude for magic far surpassed those of criminals.
Isn’t Walpurgis right now?
It was not revealed exactly what kind of existence it was, but the fact that the ancestor of Walpurgis was not a human was accepted as an almost orthodox theory.
And the ‘blood’ that followed was the gift of Walpurgis’ outstanding magical talent… ….
‘Yes, I did.’
There’s no way Nostra himself doesn’t know that.
Wasn’t it because of his innate limitations that he was oppressed by an inferiority complex in the first place?
In any case, he diligently walked to the Marquis’s office with his papers in his arms.
That was when we almost arrived.
“What is it, Viscount Nostra?”
“…hmm?”
Viscount Nostra widened his eyes at the sudden familiar voice.
When he turned his head, there was his little teacher.
Mikhail Walpurgis.
He is the successor of this marquis’ family and at the same time a hero who has been recognized by the kingdom.
“S…young master?! Wait a minute, are you here now? I haven’t heard from you that you’re coming back!”
“Should I call home and come? It just came when the time came.”
After saying that, Mikhail turned his gaze towards the papers the Viscount was holding.
“But what is this again? It looks like a document from the information guild, hmm… ….”
“Wait a minute! That’s what His Excellency the Marquis requested! a little…!”
“Ah done.”
Mikhail casually took out some papers from Viscount Nostra’s hand and looked at them.
Then, in an instant, his expression changed to quite serious.
“Mixed blood… ….”
“Ah, Bocchan! No matter how young you are, checking the information that will go to the family head like that… …!”
“Oh it’s okay. I’ve been looking for this information guild as well.”
Mikhail said that with an insignificant expression on his face, and then lightly waved his hand.
“Uh uh…?”
Then, in an instant, the pile of documents Viscount Nostra was holding rose into the air.
He opened his mouth and saw that it came to mind.
‘Simply using a hand gesture without any incantation?’
No, before that, in order for the power of ordinary magic to affect reality, there must be some sense.
But just now, Viscount Nostra didn’t feel anything.
In other words, Mikhail was able to use his magic just by being ‘conscious’ of the papers.
“What is this…?!”
“What can I teach you? If it’s high circle magic, you won’t be able to copy it, but if it’s low circle magic, it won’t be that difficult to do it yourself.”
“You teach me? Just gave it to me… …?”
“Of course, that is only possible once the business is finished, but if you have an idea, tell me. That much… ….”
“Master!”
“…uh yes.”
Viscount Nostra fell to his knees as his eyes widened.
he is also a wizard
If you teach me a skill that you can’t learn even if you pay a thousand gold, there’s no reason to refuse it.
Mikhail said with a smile.
“Well, let’s talk about that later, but I’ll hand these documents over to my father for now, so leave them alone.”
“yep!”
Thoughts of paperwork or mixed blood disappeared neatly from Viscount Nostra’s head.
What remains in my head now is the magic trick that Mikhail tells me!
And later, he pulls his hair out when he learns that it’s not that difficult and requires enough memorization to fill an entire book… ….
that was later
* * *
I headed to my father’s office and briefly checked the materials handed over to Viscount Nostra.
Although the amount of data was not small, it did not take too much time to organize the contents.
After all, the topic was simple.
mixed race.
Also, seeing that my father suddenly collected so much data, it would be correct to assume that he had recently started the investigation.
If this is the reason for investigating ‘mixed blood’ in this situation, then… …There will be only one.
‘Drank.’
At other times, that Lemegeton is by my father’s side now.
The great book that Solomon himself created and was guided by its mission.
There was a good chance he might have tipped something off.
I thought so and opened the door to the office.
My father was so absorbed in something that he didn’t even notice that I had come.
“Put the Nostra data there. I guess I’ll ask someone else for this kind of information… ….”
“father.”
“…hmm?”
At my words, my father stopped his research and looked up.
“Mikhail…?”
“Yes, I am here.”
“You came sooner than expected. I thought it would take another day or so.”
Father, who speaks as if he knew I would visit.
And beside it… ….
“How are you?”
Lemegeton was rolling around on the floor like garbage somewhere.
Seriously, stop doing that with a face that looks similar to mine.
“You look like you knew I was coming.”
“What is that….”
At my words, Remegeton smiled and said,
“It’s a sense as a great book. It looks like you did something pretty fun… …for a moment.”
Then he tilted his head.
“you…What are you wearing?”
“Oh, you mean this?”
I said that and called out Wise, who had been living in the staff.
Wise, who was suddenly brought out, grumbled and faced Remegeton.
– Well, I hope you don’t treat me harshly, father.
“What is this again?”
– As you can see, it is a spirit. magic book.
“government ordinance…?”
Remegeton looked at Wise with a bewildered expression.
“No, what are you talking about? What kind of spirit is something like you… ….”
– It’s a spirit.
Again, Weiss emphasized.
At that, Remegeton looked at him for a moment with a strange expression on his face, then shrugged.
“What good. let’s say that Anyway, even if I said it for a long time, it would only make me tired.”
– Tsk.
Wise expresses his dissatisfaction with Remegeton with a short click of his tongue.
…I don’t know when the hell I grew up like this.
I was looking at Wise with such absurd eyes when Lemegeton asked.
“…So what about < Longinus >?”
“How else do you know that?”
“Yes, a part of me is mixed in you. Even if not completely, you can see it.”
…Hmmm.
Anyway, Remegeton, at least in part, nested in me.
Especially considering that < Longinus > was created by its creator, Solomon, it is not strange to notice.
“I ate < Longinus > ramen.”
“Stop bullshit.”
“No, because I really ate.”
“I know about < Longinus > well, right? What kind of madman ate it in the first place… ….”
After saying that, the guy’s eyes turned to Weiss.
“Wait, no way….”
– The correct answer is hemp books.
Weiss said proudly.
– It was I, Wise, who ate that < Longinus >.
In that short time, joy, anger, and sadness passed from Remegeton’s face.
Then he said with a smile.
“Oh I will. really.”
* * *
First of all, I briefly explained to my father what had happened with Mamon.
The existence of ‘Solomon’ and the remarks of Mamon.
and demon intervention.
Either way, it was never a light topic.
However, the father’s reaction was surprisingly calm.
“Drinking…. In the end, the situation I feared the most became a reality.”
“Looks like your father guessed it too.”
“To some extent.”
My father said as he looked at the piles of data I had placed on the table.
“Isn’t that why you’ve been going through the papers all this time?”
“Have you had any results?”
“Whether to say yes or not….”
My father laughed and asked me.
“Walpurgis has a long history. But surprisingly little is known. I also only know a few things and information that is known within the empire.”
“then….”
“Yeah, it really dawned on me that I didn’t know anything. Damn it.”
There was bitterness in his father’s voice when he said that.
“The owner of the family doesn’t even know the origin of the blood. Isn’t it really funny?”
“….”
“Still, from the information I’ve gathered and what you just said, a possibility has popped into my head.”
Father was silent for a moment.
He tapped his finger on the table a few times as if trying to figure out how to tell me.
“The possibility that we are subspecies of those hideous demon lords.”
I thought it was a conclusion that a father would naturally come to.
Because you have excellent insight into the original body.
“What do you think, son?”
my father asked me
“….”
oh really… ….
Because you’re asking a difficult question.
My father.
