Episode 53
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There are cases where high-ranking magicians intentionally project the ‘world of ideas’ into reality. It is in this context that clashes between high-ranking magicians are called ‘the clash of worlds.’
But that wasn’t the case for Leonard Walter. It was just the result of the 4 circles that had been forcibly built up going out of control, with his consciousness running wild and running wild.
“What makes you, you, so much better than me… …!”
To become a ‘god of fire’ that literally burns jealousy and inferiority complex.
“Look up to me, everyone respect me… … !”
The karma of hell was raging everywhere. A world of flames that perfectly reflected Leonard Walter’s mental landscape. This was ‘Leonard Walter’s world’, and Leonard was the god of that world.
The embodiment of jealousy and inferiority complex.
“Dale of Saxony… … It is you who will be lost and defeated… …!”
That very incarnation blasted a blaze of distorted malice at Dale.
‘He really is a helpless brat.’
Dale shook his head as if he was dumbfounded. After shaking his head, he pulled himself together, leaving his fluttering shadow cloak behind.
“Do not make fun of me, Dale of Saxony… …!”
The flames surrounding Leonard exploded towards Dale.
Boom!
“Eek!”
Even the professors of the 4th Circle who were involved were not enough to stop Leonard’s rampage in the world of ideas.
‘It doesn’t look like it will be of any help.’
Let alone the students of a single 3rd circle. Dale clicked his tongue at the situation that was turning out to be more complicated than he had thought.
‘I don’t have to take responsibility anyway.’
At the same time, the shield of cold air built up with blue magic blocked Leonard’s attack.
“Everyone, please step behind me.”
A horizon of cold and darkness began to unfold beneath Dale’s feet. A world of winter nights that held endless emptiness and futility.
“──This is my territory.”
Every wizard has his or her own world into which he or she projects his or her own image. And that world is also the foundation of the wizard’s thoughts.
Leonard Walter’s world was a world filled with the blazing flames of jealousy. A world that burned like the karma of hell.
In response, Dale developed a ‘world of thoughts’. Dale’s mental images were projected under thorough control like those of a high-ranking magician, rather than running wild like Leonard.
A clash of ideas and worlds.
Dale walked towards Leonard, who was burning and blazing, with the white, dark world of the winter night behind him.
The world of cold and darkness collided with the world of flames.
Two worlds intersect. And on the border between the two worlds, Dale kicks the ground.
Accelerating the circle of the heart, generating blue magic power, and scattering cold air to take away the heat of the area. White frozen frost fluttered. The swirling frost began to absorb the heat of the surroundings and achieve thermal equilibrium. Like a firefighter putting out a fire.
I walked towards Leonard Walter, who was blazing with fiery magic.
“Leonard Walter.”
Approaching, Dale opened his mouth.
“Look around you.”
Towards Leonard, who had lost his senses and become a shadow of flames. With the darkness and cold of the cold winter night behind him.
The world of the Black Prince was spread out before him.
“… … .”
Before he knew it, the blank world that Dale was unfolding was swallowing up Leonard’s world. The hell of burning jealousy and inferiority complex was swallowed up by the darkness and coldness of the cold winter night.
The fight between wizards is ultimately a fight between ideas and ideas, worlds and worlds.
In that respect, even Leonard, who was running wild with his magical powers, couldn’t do much in front of a ‘real genius’.
“Ah, aaaaaaah!”
Leonard screamed. The flames of jealousy dancing on Leonard’s body sank down on Dale. Flames of jealousy and inferiority. That was the form of Leonard Walter’s thoughts as a wizard.
But the flames of jealousy that were swirling around froze over.
The world of flames was frozen, unable to melt the ‘winter night chill’ that Dale had been leading. The flames died down, and darkness descended upon them. It was an endless darkness, like looking into the bottom of an abyss.
“This is my world.”
Dale opened his mouth. Leaving behind ‘Dale’s World’, which was unfolding against Leonard Walter.
“Are you ready to take on this world?”
That day, projecting a winter night landscape filled with endless emptiness and void.
“Does the ‘talent I have’ still seem so precious and shining like a jewel?”
The flames of jealousy that had been engulfing Leonard were slowly dying down.
“Ah, ahh… … .”
Dale took a step forward.
Leonard took a step back, away from the horizon of the white, dark winter night that Dale held behind him.
“Oh, oh, don’t come… … !”
As if running away from the cold and darkness.
“Why is that?”
Dale asked back.
“Here is what you wish for.”
The source of Dale’s talent. The world of ‘Black Prince’. A blank horizon made of cold and darkness.
“Were you so jealous of me and had an inferiority complex that you didn’t even want the talent I had?”
It wasn’t some trivial thing like talent. It was the embodiment of absurdity? That’s ridiculous.
“I have already paid the price.”
Remembering the blade of the holy sword that pierced through his chest.
“Are you prepared to pay the price?”
Dale asked back, as if he couldn’t understand.
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“Here’s what you want, so why are you trying to run away?”
Leonard didn’t answer.
“Do you still feel like what I have is a blessing?”
Dale asked.
“Please… … ! Don’t come closer, don’t come any closer… … !”
Leonard is trembling and begging in fear. He is on his knees, miserable. He does not dare to look at the world that Dale is carrying, and the flames of jealousy that have been burning in the area are no longer there.
The scattered sparks all died down.
Just a biting cold and frost was sweeping through.
In the darkness that seemed to engulf the world, Leonard was left trembling in fear.
Leonard’s heart and the fourth circle, which should have been burning after the rampage, were frozen cold.
Exactly.
Dale snapped his fingers. The winter night world that had been enveloping the area disappeared. When he came to, he was inside the lecture hall of the Imperial Academy for Practical Magic.
“Oh, I’m back… … .”
The professor muttered in shock. Dale lowered his head.
“Ah, ahhhh… … .”
Leonard Walter was there, shaking like a delusional lunatic, muttering incomprehensible nonsense.
Still reeling from the aftermath of his contact with Dale’s world.
Even the elven wizards of the 6th circle cannot maintain their composure because of the darkness of that winter night.
Even if we assume that the professors and students who were not directly exposed were safe, Leonard Walter was not.
The ‘World of the Black Prince’ is not something that can be handled by a single gifted magician.
It wouldn’t be strange if I couldn’t escape the aftermath of it for the rest of my life, and became a lunatic. No, I probably would. I knew that from the beginning.
‘I don’t know.’
Dale turned his head without paying attention.
It was Leonard who brought this on, and Dale simply made him pay for it.
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After that.
The rampage at the academy ended like that, and it became nothing from the beginning.
A gag order from the Red Tower was issued to those who knew the truth.
Leonard Walter dropped out for personal reasons, and there were rumors among students that for some reason he had become mentally unstable.
‘He attacked the eldest son of the Saxon family, was defeated, and became crazy.’
‘That Leonard got beat by an 11-year-old kid?’
‘It seems the stories of the rich were true.’
‘I never thought the world’s Leonard Walter would turn out like that… … .’
‘I heard that he was cursed with black magic and went mad from the pain!’
‘No, as far as I know, it was a mind-destroying spell!’
Dale’s name was never a mere alias. And as always, the story is full of exaggeration.
Moreover, because he was unable to reveal the truth as the Red Tower and remained silent, Dale’s notoriety grew endlessly with each passing day.
Leonard was cursed with the evil black magic of the ‘Black Prince’ and went mad.
For that reason, no one in the Imperial Academy dared to treat Dale carelessly. On the contrary, they were more careful than ever to please Dale. Even the professors who were supposed to guide the students were no exception.
Rather, their fear, which was based solely on the ‘Black Hole’ and the prestige of the Saxon family, was in a sense greater than that of the students.
Anyway, for Dale, there was nothing wrong with it.
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The eldest son, Leonard, becomes insane and is locked up in the basement, shortly after.
Red Tower.
Walter, the tower elder and sixth circle wizard, bit his lip so hard that it bled. He cried out in a sorrow that felt like his bones were being torn apart.
“The Walter family’s bloodline… …!”
It was not a father’s sorrow for his eldest son, Leonard. It was a sorrow as a nobleman who saw the reputation of the Walter family fall to the ground and the bloodline that was supposed to continue the family line lose its function.
The shame of having tarnished the proud Walter family was so sad and unbearable.
“It can’t be, it can’t be!”
As his nickname, Blood of the Blood, suggested, Count Walter’s blood began to boil like a flame within his body.
“Dale of Saxony… … that damned Saxon brat!”
Walter the Bloodthirsty. An elder of the Red Tower, he was the commander of the 6th division of the Black Red Cult during the Empire’s unification war and was a red magician who carried out countless biological experiments and accumulated ‘academic achievements’.
“I can’t forgive you, I can never forgive you!”
And it goes without saying where his Noho would be directed.
“Ah, Walter.”
Just then, a voice was heard.
At that voice, his blood, which had been burning like a flame, suddenly turned cold.
“Take, Lord Tower… …!”
Suddenly, without even a sound, a handsome man with red hair was there, looking at her.
“I respectfully greet you, Lord!”
It was the Bloody Duke, Marquis Yuris.
“You must be in so much pain.”
Marquis Yuris pretends to exaggerate his expression of heartbreak. And in front of the red tower that is comforting him, Count Walter’s expression becomes cold and frozen.
“Cow, cow, I’m sorry!”
Fear as if one were looking at an object of fear.
It is not strange that the elders of the tower feel awe towards the tower master. However, Walter’s feelings towards the bloody ball were not something like an easy awe. There was only a fear, as if he were seeing a monster.
Because I understand the man called ‘Bloody Ball’ better than anyone else.
“I absolutely do not harbor ill feelings toward the eldest son of the Saxon family whom Your Majesty the Tower Lord invited!”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes! Father, please put an end to the misunderstanding!”
“Hmm, that’s too bad.”
Marquis Yuris tilted his head as if in surprise.
“I am only… … .”
With a smile whose meaning is completely incomprehensible.
“I came here to help you avenge Duke Walter.”
