Episode 168
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A black magician of the 7th circle, and one of the strong ones on the 98th floor of the Black Tower.
There was an unimaginable amount of devastation there, and for Dale, who had obtained the power of the 5th Circle, he was the perfect opponent.
Dale, who had been reborn with a dark-blooded body by fusing with the Book of the Black Goat, accelerated the pitch-black circle surrounding his heart.
At the same time, a single stroke was added to the world of ink and wash painting that Nosa was unfolding.
It wasn’t the brush in the hand of the warlock in front of Dale, the old man.
If we assume that this world is a world of painting and a canvas… … it was a celestial brush moving while looking down at that canvas.
And from Dale’s perspective, it felt like the brush of the absolute being being swung to paint over and erase his own existence.
Furthermore, he could intuitively sense that the brush was clearly moving according to the will of ‘Nosa’ in front of Dale.
He is reborn as a fleeting being within this canvas… … just as Nosa swings his brush to add to that being.
That’s why Dale quickly unfolded a world of thought centered around his feet.
In the duel of high-ranking wizards, to establish a territory that reflects the wizard’s thoughts.
“… … !”
The landscape around him was distorted as Dale’s feet followed him. And the usual winter night and pitch-black castle were spread out there.
But strictly speaking, it wasn’t Dale’s world.
Just like the world of Nosa, it was no different from a ‘landscape in ink and wash painting’ that expressed jokes using ink.
Nothing changed. The world of Dale itself was covered in pitch-black ink.
The landscape depicting Dale’s world was submerged in darkness, as if submerged in ink.
“This world is like a painting.”
Dale kicked the ground as if he was running away from the ink pen swinging from the sky to cover himself, becoming a being in a painting.
And what was carved on Noh Sa’s ink painting was not just a random stroke of a brush.
The most elaborate and precise strokes were simultaneously drawn towards the ground.
Sepil began to draw, moving as if dancing. It was a drawing of a living creature. It was something whose form could not be defined, like a monster in an oriental painting.
Only then did the brush stop and the painting move.
The monster in the painting began to move and come to life.
“There is only one drawing paper, but there are countless painters who want to put their pictures on it.”
The old man said.
After hearing those words, the Shadow Lord finally stopped walking.
At the same time, a stroke of paint was swung from the sky to paint him over, and the monsters in the painting also rushed at him like wild beasts.
“… … Thank you for teaching me.”
But in front of the swirling ink trying to cover himself, the Shadow Lord stretched out his arm.
The dark blood’s armor burst apart, and pitch-black tentacles began to scatter in all directions.
Choaack!
A single pitch-black tentacle wrapped around the sword swinging overhead and held it firmly in place.
At the same time, the brush that was looking down from the sky was wrapped around its tentacles and started moving towards Dale.
Kwajik!
Dale swung his ‘Brush of the Absolute’ at the monsters of the rushing painting, covering them in ink.
The being in the picture took away the painting brush and began to paint over the drawing paper with his own will.
“Is this my brush?”
Nosa laughed heartily at Dale’s question.
“Now, hurry up and draw.”
After laughing, the old man said.
“What are you talking about?”
“This is the picture that Confucius wanted to draw on the drawing paper called the world.”
“… … .”
Dale smiled quietly at those words.
“I can’t show you the picture I want to draw that easily.”
Soon, pitch-black tentacles rose from the dark blood’s body once again, engulfing the entire world of the absolute being’s brush and ink painting.
Only then can I understand the thoughts of the old man and, as a magician, to overwhelm and take control of the enemy’s world.
An overwhelming power that can swallow up the world of thought that the 7th Circle Magician is unfolding.
“Oh, as expected… … !”
The old man and woman held their breath as if in awe.
The swaying tentacles exploded, spraying black blood, which was the ink that Dale was coating the world of Nosa with.
Black blood spurted out and covered the ink-and-wash painting of Noh Sa, engulfing the world of painting.
A pitch-black citadel rose from the darkness, and the winter night scenery began to encroach on its surroundings.
“I really look forward to the picture that Confucius will create in this world.”
In the winter night scenery that Dale was unfolding, Nosa smiled brightly.
“… … .”
The world of thought that Nosa had shown was certainly one that contained a strangeness that could not be compared to that of wizards that had existed up until now.
However, the concept and idea itself will not be an incomprehensible concept that can never be overthrown.
If Dale were to draw out more of Shuve’s power than he is now, he would not be an unbeatable opponent. However, Nosa was also not giving his 100% effort.
The world that Nosa showed was never one that was developed for the purpose of battle or the annihilation of the opponent. There was no malicious intent. It was purely to test Dale.
But if this world of conversation is used as a weapon with utter malice, then that would be a 100% separate story.
‘Even if we estimate high, the odds of winning would be around 7 to 3.’
Dale bowed his head, calmly assessing the situation and at the same time taking Nosa’s teachings to heart.
“I can’t wait to see the painting that Confucius will put on the black pagoda.”
The two men smiled again.
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Before they knew it, the world of the two people had disappeared and transformed into magic, and what they found there was the 98th floor of the Black Magic Tower.
“Okay, let’s go.”
At Nosa’s words, Dale bowed his head again and turned away.
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“What a ridiculous idea you are thinking.”
Level 99. The black agent, Eris, was there. Her monocle was shining as usual.
“I don’t think it will happen overnight.”
“It’s not my job to figure that out and decide.”
Dale answered, but Eris shook her head as if she had nothing more to say.
“Now, go ahead. The Lord of the Tower is waiting.”
Eris said it, and Dale had no reason to hesitate.
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At the top of the Black Tower. On the highest throne, a man sat. He still had not yet escaped the body of a boy, but his aura of intimidation never diminished.
“father.”
The Lord of Darkness and Death, the Black Duke.
“Good job.”
Only then did his frozen expression loosen and he smiled at Dale.
“When you first brought it up, honestly, I thought it was some ridiculous dream.”
But it wasn’t.
“Nevertheless, you have succeeded in winning the hearts of all the elders regarding the unprecedented reform of the organization.”
“Thank you, Mr. Nosa, for your help.”
“It must have been possible because you convinced him.”
The black ball said.
“I will respect and agree with your wishes.”
Dale bowed his head before the one standing at the top of the black tower.
“But it is true that I am worried whether your ideal will be achieved safely.”
“I don’t think I can do it with just that one strength.”
As the Duke of Saxony’s most trusted partner and worthy representative.
“But I do not think that the power of my father and my elders, or even the power of our present Duchy of Saxony, is in any way inadequate.”
Share the wisdom of the dark world fairly with those who cannot use magic, accept their ideas, and revive the spirit of the Black Tower.
Depending on how you look at it, it might sound like a statement full of absurd ideals.
Still, Dale was confident.
Dale wasn’t confident that the organizational reforms he was envisioning would be successful.
I was certain that if things continued this way, the Black Tower would never be able to win against the Red Tower.
“With the power of my father, myself, and the House of Saxony, it won’t be difficult to maintain the status of the Black Tower for now.”
That’s why Dale said.
“But in the future, neither the strength nor the scale will be able to stand up to the Red Tower. That is, unless our Black Tower becomes a monster of truth like in the past.”
“I have already sworn that I will not repeat the darkness of those days.”
“I also deeply respect my father’s will more than anything else.”
Dale bowed his head.
“That’s why I’m trying to change it.”
“… … .”
“The wisdom of black must be shared by all, so that we can confront the red spirit without turning into monsters.”
“It won’t be easy.”
The black ball answered calmly.
“But it might be worth a try.”
After saying that, he got up. Looking at the black ball that still had the body of a boy, Dale asked again.
“You still haven’t gotten your body back?”
The black ball shook its head softly at that question.
“Then why… … ?”
As Dale tilted his head, the black ball did not answer right away and remained silent. There was a brief silence, and at the end of the silence, the black ball opened its mouth.
“Elena said to stay like this a little longer.”
“… … .”
Overcoming the embarrassment that he rarely felt, the black ball blushed like a boy his age.
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Some time after that.
An unprecedented event occurred in which the ‘Black Prince’ of Saxony, a 5th circle wizard, was appointed as an elder of the Black Tower.
Dale was the official successor and elder of the Black Tower, and he held a position within the Tower. Starting with this, a wind of reform that was almost unprecedented swept through the Black Tower and the Necropolis.
The first is to allow those who cannot use magic to have the opportunity to learn at the Black Tower.
No matter how humble one’s birth, it was no exception.
As an auxiliary organization of the Black Tower, several higher schools were established in the form of universities where even those who cannot use magic can participate… … However, it will still be some time before the fruits of their labor are borne.
Furthermore, the black magicians who sought power within the Black Tower were separated and absorbed into an organization directly under the Duke of Saxony.
Black Gong is also one of the strongest magicians on the continent, known for his combat prowess.
He was thoroughly taught the magic needed to win battles and wars, and furthermore, he was trained to become the Duke’s swordsman along with the Night Raven Knights, with the premise of being active on the battlefield.
Furthermore, the Saxon family’s military force, which was organically formed by the Black Armor Company, the Night Raven Knights, and the high-ranking assassins and black magicians of the Shadow Court, began to grow in size by the day.
The business in the Demon King’s Territory, which was being carried out by Saxon’s Viscount Dale, was also going smoothly, and the northern remote area was soon reborn as a golden land that could not be ignored within the empire.
It was around that time that news of Dale’s old master, the wise elf wizard, was heard.
