Episode 9
Viscount Nostra walked around the room laughing.
“Bet huhu… …great.”
From his point of view, it was like rolling rice cakes.
– Let’s leave the circle and stick together.
Not against a wizard from the 7th circle, but on the same level as Mikhail himself.
At first glance, it sounds like it is against the Viscount, but it is not at all.
If Mikhail truly knew the gap between the circles, he would never have offered this bet.
‘Beginner’s limit.’
Speaking of Walpurgis bloodline, Mikhail is still just an ignorant child.
He must have been lost in the childish thought that it might be different if it were him.
“A great family must have a teacher worthy of it.”
Viscount Nostra looked at the scenery outside the window with his hands behind his back.
The family of the Marquis of Walpurgis.
The best magic family in the empire and the group with the most mages along with ‘Forest of the Sages’.
He had long hoped to rise to the top of this family.
It is impossible to become the head of a family, but to rise to a position that the head of the household cannot do anything about.
And now the opportunity to reach that goal has arrived.
“Yes, this is an opportunity.”
A chance to give yourself a new future.
Not just a wizard, but a chance to be recorded in the history of the magic family called ‘Walpurgis’.
Even for that, he had to firmly secure the position of Mikhail’s teacher this time.
he was sure
That Mikhail would be taught by himself… ….
-I don’t want to learn magic from my father.
The Marquis of Walpurgis is certainly a great wizard, but his talent for teaching cannot be called empty words.
In such a situation, Mikhail reached the 3rd circle with his own advice.
Even if it is unreasonable, it is natural that Mikhail will long for his teaching… ….
“Fuhu is good. good.”
The dream I had dreamed of all my life was right in front of me.
Already in his head, he became Mikhail’s teacher and stood at the center of Walpurgis.
“Ha ha ha ha ha!”
In Viscount Nostra’s room, laughter erupted continuously for a while.
* * *
The memory of when the family collapsed
before returning is still clear.
At the time, the family was in a state of complete ruin due to the defeat of Viscount Nostra, who held power.
Our family was no longer the magic family that the empire boasted about.
The bouncer was barely holding on to his lifeline with only his skin remaining.
And in a situation where I was breathing so precariously… ….
– Trample Walpurgis.
The Demon God’s followers appeared.
Those who remained in the family did their best to protect the family no matter what.
However, the father, the best wizard in the family, has been ill for a long time, and many high-ranking wizards have left the family.
There is no way you can stop it.
Ironically, at that moment, our last hope was Viscount Nostra.
The family’s only magician of the 8th circle.
he showed up
And when everyone held their breath.
I too watched him with a little hope.
What kind of magic will it show?
How to punish the followers of that reckless demon god?
After a while,
Nostra’s mouth opened.
– I will surrender.
…okay.
That stupid expectation collapsed in an instant.
And the family was ruined.
And I made up my mind.
I don’t know anything else, but I’ll definitely kill this bastard.
“Do young master!”
The next day, the butler rushed into the room.
The butler, perhaps in a hurry, gasped for a while as he stood on the threshold.
“I heard what is it?! You decided to duel Viscount Nostra?!”
“I did.”
Did that person just move?
I guess that means don’t say anything else.
I meant it, though.
“Oh no, a duel! A bet with that viscount and no one else… …. what is this… …?!”
“Don’t be nervous about being a butler.”
“You don’t look particularly nervous?!”
The butler shuddered and shouted.
“I heard you decided to take lessons if you lost in a duel! To be taught means to empower him in the end!”
“What would it be?”
What if I lose the bet?
At my words, the butler looked at me with a puzzled expression.
“What the hell are you thinking…Viscount Nostra is a cunning man. A person who is not qualified to be taken as a teacher by the young boy!”
“I know, it’s not enough.”
i don’t know that
I knew better than anyone else that Viscount Nostra didn’t deserve it in the slightest.
The image of him brazenly surrendering to the devil’s followers in front of everyone still persists.
“No, anyone who knows that, why the hell…“
If you don’t do this much, the Viscount won’t take the bait.”
“…yes?”
“Why is Viscount Nostra able to remain in our family even after acting so arrogantly? Do you know why?”
“that…It’s because I’ve been friends with the Marquis since childhood.”
“That’s right.”
Nostra has been a colleague and close friend since he was a child and went through a lot of prenatal battles with his father.
Of course, there were plenty of reasons why Viscount Nostra was important to our family.
Before he was my father’s close friend, he was a wizard of the 7th circle.
yeah it’s good so far
The problem is that Viscount Nostra is not satisfied there.
“Hasn’t Viscount Nostra subtly increased his voice within our family little by little? Recently, I even saw him trying to lay a hand on me.”
“It is.”
“So I’m going to take care of it.”
Viscount Nostra has many uses.
I’ve got plans for that, too.
“Father wouldn’t throw him out first. Even if you look like that, you are secretly affectionate.”
“I guess so.”
“So I will do it. They’re going to use the bet as an excuse to make it impossible for them to do anything stupid.”
The magician’s bet is absolute.
The result had to be accepted humbly, and the price had to be paid with certainty.
Magic is eventually completed with language.
A bet is a promise made by weaving that language, and if you break it, you are literally turned away from magic.
“Uh hmm. young master. great.”
The butler who heard me nodded.
“It’s certainly a good thing, but isn’t that possible under the assumption that we eventually defeat Viscount Nostra?”
“yes.”
“…Can you win?”
“So you set a condition.”
I shrugged my shoulders as I listened to the butler’s words.
“The viscount only uses magic from the same circle as me.”
The butler looked at me with an expression that looked like an idiot.
“So it’s worth it since a 7th circle wizard only uses 4th circle? Are you seriously saying that?”
“Oh, seriously.”
“….”
The butler quietly took something out of his bosom.
“What else is that?”
“What is it? It’s a resignation letter. Just looking at it, I feel like my intestines will get twisted if I listen to it more, so I’m itching like this.”
“< Fire >.”
Roaring!
Along with those words, only the resignation letter the butler was holding was burned.
“Oh please!”
“Trust me, butler.”
“No, according to common sense, there is no way that a young boy who has just reached the 4th circle can beat Viscount Nostra, who is in the 7th circle!”
“Hey, I know. Is it the 7th circle?”
“No.”
The butler slightly turned his head.
what not
“Whatever, don’t worry. In the first place, if there was no chance of winning, I would not have made such an offer.”
“I don’t know where on earth you saw the odds.”
“To put it simply…”
I continued talking to the butler.
“The viscount’s 7th circle is a beast.”
“….”
The butler’s expression as if he was looking at a madman deepened even more.
“No, it’s savage and nabal, and it seems like I’ve become a young boy.”
“Deacon, kind words.”
But no matter what I say, the butler is ready to shed tears again.
I let out a small sigh and told the butler.
“Generally, to reach the high circle, you have to master the magic of the low circle, right?”
“Yes, that is the way it is.”
“But Viscount Nostra didn’t go through that obvious process. You may think you’ve gone through it, but it’s completely different from ‘real’.”
“Uh um…. So, does that mean that Viscount Nostra is not actually a proper 7th Circle mage?”
“yes.”
“Is that possible?”
“It is possible.”
I smiled and continued.
“However, as long as you have increased your circle with Yamae, the price for that is very high. Perhaps the viscount can’t be considered a normal 7th circle wizard right now.”
can imitate
I guess I can still use 7th circle magic. It will be possible as long as it is ‘use to show’.
But what if this goes into practice?
If it’s not just for ornamental purposes, but in a situation where magic formulas and calculations come and go literally in seconds.
What if the opponent’s understanding of magic far surpasses his own?
“I assure you, Viscount Nostra can’t beat me.”
I smiled confidently.
* * *
“…what?”
“It is as you have heard.”
I did exactly what I had prepared while facing my father.
“I’m going to have a magic showdown with Viscount Nostra. And I came here because I wanted to ask my father for that observer.”
“….”
At my words, my father was silent for a moment.
He looked at me and let out a deep sigh.
“…It’s barely been a day since you said you’d take care of the Lindel family’s business.”
“Yes, I know.”
“But what kind of bullshit is this, son? Would you really come to your senses with a broken leg?”
With that, he grabbed the wooden club his father had placed under the table.
“I’m not kidding, Dad.”
“Then what?”
Father said with a snort that it was not even funny.
“Yes, I understand. Nostra becomes your mentor if you lose the bet? And if you win, you will become Nostra’s mentor?”
“That’s right.”
“Was it not so trustworthy that I taught magic? Why the hell would you do this… …”
My father might have thought for a moment.
That I might be trying to serve Viscount Nostra as my teacher under the pretext of a bet.
“I have no intention of losing, just in case.”
“…what?”
“Where is the bet you are about to lose in the first place? Of course you have to win. I intend to win and make Viscount Nostra a disciple.”
My father looked at me with the look of a mad dog on the street.
“What are you doing?”
“It takes a stick. Originally, sticks are medicine for mad dogs… …“
I’m sane, Father.”
“Why is a sane guy talking bullshit with a normal face?”
At that, I laughed.
“Whatever it is, am I not Walpurgis’ heir now?”
“yes.”
“And Viscount Nostra is a vassal under our family. Am I wrong?”
“That is also right.”
“Then, is it wrong for a family heir to try to put a leash on a vassal?”
“….”
At those words, the father’s eyes shook for a moment.
“…Would you like me to put you on a leash?”
“yes.”
“Does the guy who has barely reached the 4th circle have the confidence to win?”
“I wouldn’t even start without it.”
At my words, my father wiggled the hand holding the wooden club.
Should I slap my leg as it is or should I be tricked once more?
He seemed to be thinking about it.
“What are you going to do if you lose the bet?”
“Because I became a disciple of Viscount Nostra…“
That is your situation. I asked what to do with you.”
Father’s eyes were burning.
I felt the determination to break my leg club.
“For the sake of family peace, I will dedicate my leg.”
“I promised.”
…yeah i remembered
My father was always anxious to break my leg club every time like this.
Great mage who transcends by regression
