I Became the Youngest Prince in the Novel Chapter 55

Became the youngest prince in the novel Episode 55

Chapter 16 Imperial University Magic Tower (3)

Swish swish-

In the classroom, which is so quiet that not even the sound of breathing can be heard, only the sound of Zion’s moving chalk echoes.

Correlation between space distortion and time caused by gravity-type magic.

This was a theory that included all three concepts of gravity, space, and time, which are the most difficult to understand among modern magics and at the same time unknown areas where none of them have been properly revealed.

Therefore, a perfect answer was impossible from the beginning with the current level of magic.

‘For now.’

However, according to the chronicle, less than two years from now, just before a full-scale war against demonic forces breaks out, the perfect answer to this technique will appear in the world.

The reason Zion knew about this technique was because it was described in detail in the chronicle.

‘Even if it is a chronicle, it is very rare for it to describe all the techniques like this.’

This technique was one of those rare cases.

This is because it was one of the techniques that played an important role in the development of the chronicle itself, like the Red Jeokjin (索敵陳) used to find hidden monsters in Chimseong Palace.

The eyes of Sion, who was writing the spell, glanced towards Tyran Friharden, who was looking at him with both astonishment and interest.

‘Still, you seem to be interested in this.’

I couldn’t help but be interested.

That’s because he was the one who created the spell that Shion himself is writing down on the blackboard.

To be exact, it was Tyrian from the future, not now.

One of the few interests he had, as he was born lazy and couldn’t even be bothered to eat, was magic related to space and time.

‘I have studied him endlessly since my past life, and it is the only regret I have not let go of even after my reincarnation.’

The reason Tyran bothered to sign up for and listen to this lecture was because he thought he might be able to get even the slightest clue about him from here.

After meeting a warrior in the future, Tyran accelerates his research into space and time magic and eventually achieves satisfactory results.

And the starting point was the spell that Shion was writing down right now.

Although this technique itself had no particular effect, it was a clear answer to the aforementioned theory and at the same time was the cornerstone of all future research on it.

‘I wish I would wake up a little faster after seeing this.’

Tuk-

With that in mind, Shion completes the technique by adding one final dot.

Even then, the eyes of everyone in the classroom were fixed on Sion, or more accurately, on the technique that Sion had written.

People’s eyes trembling in incomprehensible silence.

“This is… … .”

Among them, a murmur of disbelief came from the mouth of Geedner, the professor in charge of the ‘Pure Gravity Anomaly and Magical Understanding of Space’ lecture.

Gedner, who was in charge of this lecture and had been researching magic for almost his entire life ever since he entered the profession, knew how nonsensical the answer that Sion had written on the board was.

A technique that fundamentally changes all theories and concepts that have existed until now.

Nevertheless, the technique written by Prince Shion perfectly provided the answer to the problem he had written down a moment ago.

‘Well, I’ve never seen anything like that before!’

Of course there was no way I had ever seen it.

Even ‘Rebrion’, the Empire’s highest magic society, was unable to come up with a perfect answer to that question.

It can be said that it is truly a new paradigm.

‘I have to write it down!’

Right now, I couldn’t understand all of the techniques written on the board, so I had to record them somehow.

“Hey, pen and paper!”

Professor Gedner hastily takes the paper and pen from one of the students sitting in the front and begins to write down the spells on the blackboard.

Other professors and students, who noticed something unusual in Professor Gedner’s reaction, also urgently began transcribing the techniques that Sion had written down.

‘As expected of you, Shion Agnes… … .’

Like those people, Priscilla was looking at Zion with eyes filled with surprise and admiration.

She had already seen Shion draw a magic circle on the spot before, but every time she saw Shion’s ability like that, she was astonished.

The range of abilities is truly endless.

That may be why Priscilla herself feels such deep curiosity.

‘but… … .’

While she felt attracted to Shion like that, she also felt that she could never stand next to him.

Priscilla’s eyes darken with that thought.

“What is this… … .”

Unlike her, Essien could not even take notes and was looking at Sion and the blackboard alternately with trembling eyes.

I couldn’t even understand part of the formula written on the blackboard, but just by looking at the professors’ reactions, I could tell that it wasn’t just written down haphazardly.

How is this possible?

What was happening before my eyes was as if someone who had just learned the sword had split a mountain instead of a rock.

“You said you clearly haven’t learned any magic… … .”

A voice of disbelief coming from his mouth.

Jerk, jerk.

Shion slowly walked towards Essien.

People’s eyes are focused on him once again.

As Sion got closer, Essien’s whole body, including his eyes, began to visibly tremble.

It wasn’t simply because his plan failed.

As we get closer, Zion’s eyes become more and more clear.

The pitch-black darkness residing in those languid eyes was weighing down Essien’s entire body.

‘I am someone like this…’ … ‘You were trying to make me a laughing stock?’

His legs automatically take a step back due to the terrifying pressure he couldn’t feel before.

Why didn’t I feel it until now?

“I am.”

Meanwhile, Sion, who had come right in front of Essien, looked into his eyes and opened his mouth in a low voice.

“I don’t like it when someone tests me.”

“Ugh… … .”

The moment Shion finished speaking, Essien, unable to withstand the pressure, collapsed in his seat.

Shion looks at him blankly.

Essien felt like a predator thinking about how to kill the prey that Shion had caught in his eyes.

How long did that breathtaking silence last?

‘I’ll die soon anyway, so there’s no need to do anything.’

With that thought, Shion took his eyes off Essien and slowly walked towards the entrance of the classroom.

My business here was already over, so there was no need to stay any longer.

“Si, Your Highness Sion! Let’s go together!”

Professor Proud, who was looking at the spell and lecture written on the blackboard, belatedly caught up behind Zion.

The silence in the classroom finally ends after Zion’s appearance completely disappears.

Soon, among the students who were frantically writing down the formulas on the blackboard,

“Zion Agnes… … .”

Tyran Friharden quietly muttered Sion’s name with his eyes shining.

* * *

Even at a glance, the room is filled with an old-fashioned feel.

Shion, who was sitting at the table in the center of the room, tilted the coffee cup in front of him.

“… … “It’s not good.”

Shion’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he said those words.

In the world of the chronicles, Zion’s only pleasure was coffee, so Zion’s standards for it were bound to be more stringent than others.

Shion quietly puts down the coffee cup on the table and looks around.

The place where Zion was now was a special reception room where only VIPs could enter in the Imperial University’s Magic Tower.

There is one reason why Zion is here now.

It was to meet him after hearing that the tower owner of the Imperial University’s Magic Tower had returned to the Magic Tower.

Meeting with the magic tower lord was the second reason why Shion came to the university magic tower.

In fact, in some ways, this may have been more important than seeing Tyran Friharden.

at that time,

smart-

A knock was heard outside the door.

An old man opens the door of the living room with him and enters.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting, Your Highness Shion.”

The old man’s hair and beard were very long and as white as snow.

A hooked nose and a mouth with a gentle smile visible beneath the eye wrinkles, which reflect the kindness accumulated over time.

And even a pure white robe that seemed to indicate a wizard.

Just like Tyran, Sion’s eyes lit up when he saw a figure identical to the one described in the chronicle.

Ahamad Ozrimah.

Agnes is the owner of the Imperial University’s Magic Tower and an archmage who has reached the end of level 9 and has been able to glimpse the secrets of the world.

There were various nicknames that described him, such as the wizard of the city of contempt, the endless seeker of truth, and the white flame emperor, but there was a different word that best described his strength.

‘Fifth Heaven.’

In this world, there existed people called ‘Seven Heavens’.

A term used to refer to the seven strongest beings in the world, regardless of race or field, excluding demons.

The old man in front of me was the one called the fifth heaven among the seven heavens.

Truly one of the strongest characters in the Flosimar Chronicles at the present time.

“I was a little late because I had to look at the spell written by His Highness Shion on the way. It was truly amazing. It was an answer that even I could learn something from. “When did you learn magic like that?”

Ahmad, who was sitting in front of Zion, opened his mouth with a wide smile, like a benevolent neighborhood grandfather who did not fit the description mentioned above at all.

“Where have you been?”

Since he couldn’t or didn’t want to explain about that, Zion changed the topic and asked Ahmad.

As far as Zion knew, Ahmad did not empty the Tower of Magic very often.

It must be important for him to go out like that.

“I had a problem for a while, so I went to the family home. “It’s not that big of a deal, so don’t worry about it.”

Zion did not miss the bitterness that appeared in Ahmad’s eyes for a moment and then disappeared as he said that.

Ozrima, the great sorcerer family of Ahmad.

This family is called the magical clan and boasts of being one of the top five powerful families in the empire.

And it was also the maternal family of 3rd prince Enoch.

So, in a way, this situation could have been uncomfortable for Zion, who was in conflict with Enoch, but there was no sign of it in Zion’s eyes.

‘Because Ahamad will never use his power for his family or Enoch.’

This archmage in front of me was not at all interested in the power struggle with his family.

No, it wasn’t that much, he was just a sick person.

Therefore, 20 years ago, he announced his retirement from his family and became the dean of the university’s Magic Tower. After that, he stopped all outside activities and became an educator who focused only on nurturing younger students.

Perhaps my visit to the Ozrima family today was a way to break off the family’s persistent attempts to appease.

“okay? “Then shall we go straight to the main topic?”

Shion, who was laughing at him, was about to tell him the reason why he had finally come to visit him.

“Wait a minute, one thing before that. “I have something to ask your highness.”

Ahmad shook his head at Zion’s words.

“what?”

“Your Highness Zion, do you believe that there is such a thing as human essence?”

“… … .”

The old wizard’s voice slowly reaches the ears of Shion, who does not give any answer to that question.

“I believe it exists. In fact, since I was able to glimpse the secrets of the world, I was also able to glimpse a little bit of the essence of people.”

The eyes of Ahmad look directly into the eyes of Zion.

“I have already met His Highness Zion in the past. And I clearly remember the true nature of what I saw then. “It was impossible to forget him because his essence was so clear and different from that of other princes and princesses.”

However, the essence of Zion seen now was completely different.

No, it might have been correct to say that I couldn’t see anything.

All that is visible is a pitch-black abyss like darkness.

“The essence of a person is like fate and cannot be changed. “If the essence has changed, that person can no longer be considered the same person.”

An inexhaustible sage begins to grow within the eyes of the archmage who holds the fragment of truth.

“Your Highness Zion, who are you?”

A low question flowed from Ahmad’s mouth.

fantasy,