Drug-Eating Genius Mage Chapter 762

Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine

Episode 762 One-person Play (14)

After he made up his mind to leave for the military city of Yorta.

Lennok quickly began to take care of what was still left in Balkan.

Aside from entrusting the management of the Magic Tower, there were still a few things that Lennok himself had to take care of himself.

– I found half. Is this woman the one you said?

“Where is the location?”

– It’s just like the place you told me about. Shall I lead or will you come?

“…go directly wait.”

Lennok hung up the phone and got on his bike right away.

After leaving District 49 and running to the outskirts of Balkan, I saw a small lake located between the ridges in the distance.

A quiet lakeside where you can’t hear any noise around you.

Near the lake, someone was waving at Lennok.

A man with a stout physique whose head is made of a tin can. Mad Manson, a freelancer who joined Lennok’s company as a condition of being hired.

“Why are you standing there?”

[Hehehe… … kicked out They say if you don’t bring something, you’ll be gone.]

Manson said with a comical shrug.

[Your temper is bigger than I thought. Wouldn’t it be right to take him and talk?]

“If it’s not your intention, it’s meaningless. would you know?”

[hmm. I thought I would have to carry it myself, so I purposely brought a strong body.]

“….”

Manson muttered that it didn’t matter and stepped back.

[Well, anyway, you’re saying you’re going to take care of yourself, right? I’m going now.]

“Wait outside the mountain. It won’t take long either way.”

I don’t think it’ll take long to hear back, but I needed one person to help, just in case.

Leaving the grumbling Manson behind, Lennok immediately boarded a boat near the lake.

Awesome… … !!

Slowly row an old oar to a small island in the middle of the lake.

Even though you can skip one step if you want, following the procedure is the minimum courtesy for the person you will meet from now on.

It was respect for that brilliant and excellent skill that greatly eased one of Lennok’s penalties.

Arriving at the small thatched house built from old trees, Lennok walked toward the back of the yard with familiar steps.

An elderly woman with a fishing rod draped on the shore of the lake sat with her back bent.

The moment Lennok took a step closer, someone’s voice rang in his head.

[Judging by the way he walks, he must have already visited this place.]

“….”

A familiar way of conveying one’s intentions by message rather than verbally speaking. It was just as Lennok remembered.

Janushka Greenway, a pharmacist who has reached the legendary level.

A person who commits a taboo that significantly raises the hierarchy by tying one’s memories into Geass.

A person who, with Jenny’s introduction, once treated Lennok, but now does not even remember that fact.

He is a pharmacist who has forgotten even his own family and remains alone in this remote mountain village.

She said without looking back at Lennok.

[We are not meeting for the first time. right?]

“…yes.”

Lennok nodded.

Yakseon also said it right away, as if he knew that.

[You mean someone who knows about me sent an outsider to ask how I’m doing? You really don’t have any quirks.]

“….”

[It was also intended to send people regularly to meet me. Until now, that was all done by you.]

“I knew that you wouldn’t meet me without the amulet you made.”

said Lennok without batting an eye.

“However, since a long time has passed since then, I needed to confirm that you are still here.”

[…] … Sounds like nothing. Who cares about who?]

“I don’t want to be bothered in this way either, but I think it’s a necessary procedure.”

Lennok, perched on a nearby stump, answered.

“Because I don’t think it’s strange for people who have lost attachment to life to give up on themselves at any time.”

[…] … .]

“Even more so if the only remaining lingering attachment was revenge.”

It was only then that Yakseon, realizing the meaning of the words, turned around with a surprised expression.

[no way…?]

Dominic Cavaro, the drug lord who took away her memory by making her family get treated.

The words Lenok threw were her own secrets that could never be known unless Yak-seon herself told them.

In a word, she realized that the person who killed the drug lord was standing in front of her.

“It’s been a while, Senator.”

Lennok smiled and pulled out an old wooden box from within.

“A lot of time has passed.”

A case that kept the elixir that Yakseon made to cure Lennok’s mana addiction.

The elixir she made at the time was finished taking it a long time ago, but its efficacy is still alive and breathing inside Lennok.

It was a great harvest just by alleviating to some extent the mana addiction that plagued Lennok every time he fought.

[…] … okay. I understand that you are the one who received treatment from me.]

Yakseon also recognized that the wooden box was given to him by himself, which he did not remember, and calmed his expression.

[But if you’re done with this old man, why did you come back? Are you going to show condescension by killing Dominic Cavaro now?]

“It was simply confirmed for the minimum trust.”

Lennok laughed and shook his head.

“The things I’m going to tell you from now on aren’t things you can say to people who think they’re new to each other.”

[If you’re going to talk nonsense, no matter how many patients I’ve seen-]

“There’s a way to adjust the geas you put on yourself.”

The words of the medicinal line stopped abruptly.

Lennok asked, looking at her eyes wide open in disbelief.

“In exchange for trying to adjust that, I want to invite you to my magic tower. Do you have any thoughts?”

* * *

A huge green palace built in the middle of a dark red wilderness.

bang!!

The door, blocked by a thick barricade, burst open like an explosion, exposing the inside.

Trampling on the shattered shards of metal, someone slowly entered the palace.

“Hey, look at the spinning tail.”

A skinny figure with roughly shaved hair and a yellow appearance.

A man wearing a leather jacket and brushing off his mud feet whistled.

“It’s not something I, as a member of the church, would say, but it’s a really perverted hobby. Are all the drinkers in the Order Federation like this?”

Hundreds of corpses are displayed on skewers on every wall that the eye can see.

From corpses whose originals are unrecognizable due to severe damage to corpses neatly preserved as if they had just fallen asleep.

The man, who had been looking around the corpses in silence, recognized the face of one of them and his eyes lit up.

“uh? This isn’t a drug dealer in the Republic. I heard that you went to the Pandemonium, but when did you say you were stuffed here?”

“It is not a corpse.”

At the far end of the palace someone was working with his back turned to the man.

An image of repeating incision and suture with a scalpel held in hand with something lying on the operating table.

The doctor, who covered his entire body with a green scrubs, looked back at the man with cold eyes.

“All of them are my guests. Although an apostle of an uncivilized church would not understand.”

“Oh, does it come out like that?”

The apostle, who was tilting his head with his arms crossed, smiled.

“But now that I think about it, I don’t think it really matters whether I’m dead or not. I’m going to turn them all into corpses here anyway.”

“….”

The doctor lightly swung the scalpel in his hand as if he was annoyed by those words.

At the same time as it flew down the air like a band’s baton, a huge chimera popped out from one side of the palace.

“Kiaaaaaa!!”

With both eyes grotesquely turned upside down, the whole body dragged the body sewn with needles and rushed.

Not to mention a plausible appearance, he couldn’t even balance properly and staggered, but at a speed close to subsonic speed.

Wedge liquid!!

The abnormally distorted chimera becomes a flash of light and attacks the apostle as it is.

However, the apostle did not even look at the chimera and raised one arm.

Kwaaaaang!!

The Chimera bounced off at an invisible speed before colliding with the walls of the palace.

The apostle giggled at the sight of the chimera.

“Is this how the guys who fell behind after the operation are made? My taste is a strange one. X is disgusting!!”

“Should we only be human beings who are sacrificed for your gods?”

The doctor replied without batting an eye.

“The surgeries I perform are ultimately for the betterment of human life. Nothing compares to lunatics who entrust their future and hopes to the open sea.”

“Eh? However, it is the special type magic formula that they use. You joined the federation because no one let you use it anywhere. Am I wrong?”

“….”

The apostle looked at the doctor who was silent and said mockingly.

“A shady image in troublesome conditions. Cursed magical power that is not unique. If there is a nature that is rejected even in the doctrine of God, it must be people like you.”

“I have nothing more to say with the incompetent incarnation.”

The apostle shook his head as if he couldn’t help it at the cold doctor’s reply.

“Actually, me too. In the first place, what I am doing right now seems like a waste of time.”

“…”

“Still, I can’t help it because it’s the job of a precious priestess. So, shall we do one last check before we start?”

That moment when the apostle who said that slowly crouched down and raised his mana.

Its body swelled explosively and transformed into a gigantic beast.

Crunchy!!

A muscular body covered with dark brown fur. It has four thick horns hanging from its head, and a distorted bull’s muzzle wriggles out.

Four arms and two legs supporting the giant body. A figure of spiked hooves and a flaming tail.

If the Minotaur were reborn after combining with the devil, would it look like this?

[Avesta Chapman, the magician of the Spell Federation’s specialization system.]

The apostle looked down at the doctor with the gaze of a blazing monster and asked.

[From now on, to commemorate the re-war with the Federation, I’m going to cut off your head and take it. Is that you?]

“What if I say no?”

[Don’t worry about that.]

The cow-headed monster smirked and reached out into the air.

The apostle holding a flaming ax in the air slowly pointed it at the doctor and said.

[I came here to check that.]

“…good.”

The doctor muttered that and put the scalpel he was holding down on the operating table.

Turning around with an annoyed look, he slowly took off the surgical cap he was wearing and walked forward.

“An hour and thirty-five minutes until the end of spinal anesthesia.”

Avesta muttered, taking off the thin gloves she was wearing on both hands.

“Before that, we prioritize dissecting and dissecting the body of the apostle.”

* * *

Rabatenon College of Magic. Elementary School Research Building No. 1.

Chair Professor Aris Richelen’s private laboratory.

As usual, Lennok, who was lying face down on his desk in the busy lab, woke up in the pouring sunlight.

“….”

I blinked blankly, then slowly lifted my head while leaning back on the chair.

The coffee cup on the desk was cold.

Realizing belatedly that he had spent the night here in the lab, Lennok laughed bitterly.

“I was planning to stay up all night in the lab….”

[Master fell asleep exactly at 6:32:03 am.]

Darby, who was curled up on Lennok’s lap, said as if waiting.

[Recently, I created an algorithm by analyzing the master’s sleep pattern. Can I install it as an application on my phone?]

“…Why?”

Lennok tidied up his desk after hearing that he was making statistics comparing before and after taking sleeping pills.

Recruitment of necessary talent for the Mage Tower, including ongoing negotiations with Yakseon. Disposition and adjustment of accumulated artifacts.

From distributing decision-making authority necessary for operation to checking and filtering out contracts pouring in.

I thought I could leave quickly, but as much as I have done, there are many things to do.

And the most problematic among them was about Evan and his alibi.

If Lennok suddenly disappeared at this point, when the agreement with the Mage’s Tower greatly increased Evan’s attention, it would only raise suspicions.

Even more so, it is easy to get caught not taking care of the work that has been postponed as Evan’s status at the time of the recent official appearance.

Considering the contact with the Technical Advisory Committee and the checks from other academia and the Mage Tower, it would be dangerous to leave the seat blindly.

Lennok was aware of that and was making a justification for Evan’s identity to leave his seat one last time before heading to the military command city.

“Okay, please print out the results of the review of the results completed yesterday. Are you done counting?”

[sure. The simulation ran over 3,000 times while the Master was asleep.]

Darby straightened her tail and raised her head.

[There are some errors, but it’s perfect. There is nothing wrong!]

“….”

At that, Lennok grabbed both of Darby’s cheeks and pulled them gently.

[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu]

“How can you say that there are errors, but they are perfect?”

[Since we took into account the influence of the situation and place, the result is bound to be slightly different each time.]

“….”

[I think it’s already a success at the point where the error rate has been reduced to this extent.]

“Hmm….”

Lennok shook his head as he gazed at the blueprints that appeared on the computer screen in the lab.

“No, not quite yet. If I had to insist, it would be a half-success.”

[Shall we make a few prototypes and then decide?]

“Contact the school building and tell them to empty the entire three-dimensional modeling studio. Oh, and tell it to the dean’s office.”

Lennok entrusted Darby with some small computer work, and soon after, a response came.

“Evan!!”

jump!!

The door to the lab opened, and someone rushed in with a scattered appearance.

Saiolus Garteanon, the head of Rabatenon College of Magic, was looking at Lennok with wide eyes.

He ran so hastily that his coat and shirt were tousled and his tie loosened.

The hairball spirit that was barely hanging on my shoulder cried out pitifully.

[Boo-bu-bu~]

Lennok laughed lightly at the dean.

“There’s no way you’ll come running that fast.”

“Message just sent! Is that true!!”

The dean said in a trembling voice.

“I finally started preparing…!!”

If you had received Darby’s message, you would have known right away what Lennok was preparing.

So, he must have rushed over to get confirmation from Lennok again.

It wasn’t a bad thing. Thinking about what to do from now on, it would be much more convenient to enlist the help of the dean.

Lennok thought so and answered meekly.

“The proof of the theory is over. It’s under review, but there won’t be any problems.”

“then…!!”

“yes.”

Seeing the dean’s face brighten, Lennok nodded.

I needed a perfect alibi.

A perfect excuse so that no one would have any doubts about Evan and Van’s absence even after Lennok left for Yorta.

“I will start preparing for writing the third thesis. I will submit the abstract within three days.”

The final performance required to complete the combined master’s and doctoral degree course.

The third thesis required to formally obtain a professorship.

Lennok intended to use the preparations as a very strong excuse for this trip.