Please read this
Prologue
Ian Shishkin.
Cherdian Sokolov.
Crombel Stingwood.
Dmitry Kissin.
Marta Pargerich.
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Great magicians who left their mark on the history of magic.
Each of these people, who influenced the times they lived in, left behind unspeakable achievements and had a great influence on later generations.
All apprentice wizards received training based on the theories they established.
Even the children of ordinary nobles who did not walk the path of magic studied the achievements they left behind through history classes.
Bards recited their heroic tales ceaselessly in taverns and on the streets, and magnificent statues of these archmages stood in the squares of the city.
Great men whose mere existence for hundreds of years elevated the status of the empire.
Therefore, people often called these five great magicians the heroes of the empire.
[Hero’s ass… ]
Of course I remember it clearly.
hero?
Wise man?
What? A mark on the history of magic?
It’s all bullshit.
There has never been an overestimation as great as this one.
In my opinion, these guys were all just untalented losers. They just happened to be lucky enough to meet me and become successful.
[Even if you tell me the magic training method easily, I can’t do even one of them properly and I’m groaning. Every time I widen my mana circuit, I cry and make a fuss saying it hurts. I grumble and ask if there’s an easier way… ]
How hard was it to put these idiots, one by one, in the position of archmage?
Seriously, I can’t even begin to describe how much I suffered during those damned long hours.
[Sigh, what’s the point of doing that?]
But that’s all old news.
Right now, I’m just an unappealing book sitting in the corner of a bookshelf.
[… … .]
It’s already been 300 years since it was left like this.
Anyone is fine now.
please.
I wish someone would read me.
