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Episode 10
Purpose and Revenge (3)
Jan Lantes.
The tower of the Irantes Tower, located in the southern city of Gorovis, the empire’s southern city.
He was the first magician to perfect the magic of immortality at the age of 72.
Having escaped the fate of mortality, he is said to be 343 years old this year and still alive.
Recalling that fact, I looked at the book again.
As Marta Pargerich had dreamed all her life—
Immortality.
In this book, Marta Pargerich says she dreamed of achieving immortality all her life.
[Wrong.]
This was not true.
Of course, it is true that Martha Pargerich spent her entire life researching the magic of immortality.
But that wasn’t her wish.
[To be exact, that was my wish.]
“……yes?”
[I asked Martha Pargerich to create a magic potion for immortality.]
“why?”
[It’s simple.]
I continued.
[If no more contractors die, I don’t have to raise new wizards.]
If the contractor doesn’t die, I can study magic with him for eternity.
And you don’t have to worry about finding a new contractor every time.
It’s like changing my life, which used to be like a roguelike game, into a real RPG.
I had found a loophole in this fucking phase system.
From the moment I realized that fact, I tried many things.
He also made the contractor an alchemist and created the elixir of life.
They even explored ancient ruins in search of legendary artifacts that were said to grant eternal life.
Eventually, he even managed to turn one of his contractors into an immortal Lich… … .
[It was all useless.]
All my plans always ended in failure.
[So I decided to create a magic that would make the user immortal.]
That is the “immortality spell”.
It was the product of research I had been carrying out with several of my students, even before Martha Pargerich.
Well, as you can see, the study was a failure.
In the end, Marta Pargerich died of old age.
And I too was confined to the library of Rethemis for 300 years.
[And then I met you.]
“… … .”
[But after 300 years, when I got out of the library, some strange guy said he had perfected the magic of immortality.]
It doesn’t stop there, he goes around pretending to be Marta Pargerich’s disciple.
It was a situation that I couldn’t help but find absurd.
Martha Pargerich never left any disciples.
However, a boy named Jan Irantes pretended to be her disciple and built a tower based on her fame.
And he claims to have perfected the magic of immortality and still maintains his life to this day.
It made me angry to see that happen.
[Let’s go to the rooftop.]
“yes……?”
[Let’s go to the Lantes Tower.]
I didn’t think Jan Irantes would ever perfect the magic of immortality.
Clearly, he is using various tricks and lies to commit fraud.
It is impossible for a mere human to easily solve a difficult problem that I, who had been the axis of magic for thousands of years, could not solve.
“What do you plan on doing when you go to the rooftop?”
[What are you doing? I need to get rid of that lying old man.]
Wouldn’t 343 years be long enough?
So now it was time to hold the old man responsible for his entire life being filled with lies.
* * *
It is dawn.
Before I knew it, Riley was asleep.
Outside the window, there was a strong wind and waves. The noise could be heard loudly even inside the cabin.
But Riley was lying asleep on the bed, not moving at all.
Looks like you’re sleeping very deeply.
Come to think of it, he must be having a hard time too.
In fact, Riley hasn’t slept a wink since last night.
Sneak into the library at dawn to find me, come back to the dorm to talk to me, get trampled by my other roommates in the morning, drop out, fight with my roommate again, go to the storage room through a secret passage, and rob the treasures there… … .
[her.]
Looking back, I can’t believe that all this happened overnight.
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I hope I didn’t work you too hard.
Hmm.
I don’t know.
I didn’t really get the hang of it since it’s been 300 years since I’ve raised a wizard.
Besides, I’ve been living in the body of a grimoire for too long.
In fact, it has been a long time since humans even forgot at what point they feel tired.
[… … .]
I suddenly thought about that fact.
okay.
I, who was once an ordinary human being without any desires, have now completely lost my humanity.
Every time I become aware of that fact, this sticky, dark, unpleasant feeling wells up in my chest.
The thing that made me like this.
Hatred for those fucking kids.
anger.
wrath.
rage…….
[ah.]
Emotions welling up without me knowing.
I tried hard to suppress it.
-There must be a magician too. The purpose of raising a magician like me.
Suddenly, I remembered the question Riley had asked me earlier.
purpose.
My purpose is to raise a wizard.
* * *
I have lived for thousands of years with the Grimoire.
Over the years, he has raised countless great wizards and helped their names become engraved in history.
The great achievements they have accomplished.
The mysterious magic they created.
The efficient magic power training method they came up with… … .
All of these things were established one by one through me.
What if I hadn’t been there?
It’s such a shame, but they probably wouldn’t have achieved any of the achievements they set out to achieve on their own.
It wasn’t arrogance.
It wasn’t a feeling of arrogance or haughtiness that came from a lack of confidence.
This was an objective fact and my true heart, born from countless experiences.
The vast truth of magic that all wizards desire.
The true nature of mana, something that magic engineers spend their entire lives studying.
An essential consideration of the magical power that makes magic happen.
And many other factors as well.
I instinctively understood these extremely difficult and high-dimensional pieces of knowledge.
Based on that perfect understanding, I generously taught my contractors… … .
Thus, those who made a contract with me could easily rise to the ranks of archmages.
Of course, not everything was like this from the beginning.
I had a first time too.
My beginnings, like others, were clumsy and extremely immature.
It was still vivid.
My first contractor, Payndal.
He was a boy who was living day to day, wandering around the slums, and that day, he stole from a grocery store for a single multigrain bread.
At that time, I was still in a state of sanity.
It had only been five years since he had been reincarnated from an ordinary person into a magic book.
My mental state was very confused and precarious.
I was busy denying reality every day, and so I just wasted my days.
The boy named Payndal was like a ray of light to me.
“Excuse me… … ?”
[… … .]
“Excuse me? Didn’t you just say something?”
[……huh.]
“What, what is it? Chae, the book… … is talking to me?”
A conversation with someone for the first time in five years after being reincarnated into a grimoire.
At that time, I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I couldn’t even utter a single word.
What I was most happy about was that there was someone who could listen to me.
And, for some reason, I was able to communicate in a language I had never heard before.
Since then, my interactions with Feindal have continued.
As communication continued, I was able to regain stability, and my inner self, which had been in utter confusion, began to gradually regain peace.
A conversation that is nothing special.
Chitchat of unknown meaning.
Even light jokes to pass the time.
For me, who had been living alone in the corner of a musty general store for five years, it was a very warm comfort.
A few weeks passed like that.
My heart was completely calmed by the time I spent with Payndal.
I was also able to accept the reality that I had been reincarnated into a grimoire.
“But, Master Magus.”
[huh.]
“Now that the Master’s mind has become much more stable… … how about choosing a new name?”
[name?]
“Yes. Name. Whenever I keep calling you Madou-sama, Madou-sama, Madou-sama. It sounds stiff if I keep calling you like that.”
[… … It’s not stiff at all.]
“No, that’s not true. Let’s take this opportunity to decide on a name. Hmm… … Grim’war, after the ancient word meaning book of magic? Sounds good! How about Grim’war?”
[Grimu, what? It’s okay. Just call it a grimoire.]
“Hey, I don’t like it. But I’m still going to call you Glimur. Glimur!”
[… … .]
“Why? You don’t like it? You don’t like the name?”
[Okay. Do whatever you want.]
I wanted to give back.
I wanted to do something for this boy who gave me back my normal life.
I wanted to give him, who lived in the slums eating only rotten food every day, the smell of freshly baked, fragrant bread.
I wanted to give him a comfortable and stable life, as he lived each day in danger by stealing other people’s belongings.
Even if it wasn’t something this grand… … .
Even something really small will do.
I somehow wanted Payndal to have a better life.
[… … .]
There is only one thing I can do for Payndal.
It was to impart to him the magical knowledge that was right inside my cover.
“Is this the right way to do it?”
[Yes. In that state, you can think of it as gathering the magical powers felt in the atmosphere into your mana heart.]
“I don’t feel anything….”
[Just wait a little longer.]
But why didn’t I know this at the time?
“Huh? It’s true. I feel like I can feel a ticklish sensation.”
[Okay. Slowly guide those energies into your mana heart. Using the mana circuits. Very slowly.]
If anyone could learn magic this easily, everyone on this continent would be a wizard.
Why is it that in reality only a select few can become wizards?
“It seems to work… … but it hurts a little.”
[That’s how it was originally. Please try the reference book.]
“Hot, it’s hot. Master Glimur, it’s starting to get a little hot.”
Why on earth did I overlook that fact?
“Glimur-sama! It’s hot…! It’s hot! It’s so hot I’m going crazy… Glimur-sama! Glimur-sama!!!”
[Huh? Wait a minute! Hey! Don’t rush! If you rush that…! Hey!!!!]
“AAAH!!! AAAH!!! Glimur-sama, your heart is burning…!”
Hwaruk─.
pop!
Chul-chul.
A small sip.
flame.
The bleeding of a woman.
The body of a young boy falling helplessly.
[… … .]
“… … .”
[Paendal?]
“… … .”
[P, Pandala?]
why.
I didn’t know.
The path to becoming a wizard was one that was only open to those with a minimal amount of talent.
Those with high affinity for mana, those with excellent mana management skills, and those with strong circuits and strength of mana hearts.
life…….
Those blessed by Mana.
The right to become a wizard was granted only to these chosen ones.
And among these people, the geniuses were able to carve out their own rugged path, and the ordinary people were able to walk along the path created by the geniuses and gradually pave that rugged path.
[… … .]
But they are dullards with no talent.
These people were not even granted the right to walk the path of magic.
In order for them to walk this path of magic, they needed a perfect path that would overturn all these concepts, that is, a path that was very elaborate and meticulously planned from the beginning.
[… …Paendal?]
I am…….
I found that out the hard way.
* * *
[… … .]
Swaaa …
I, who had been lost in thought, looked ahead silently again.
The sun begins to rise across the horizon. And the faint sound of a boat’s horn can be heard.
The magnificent imperial capital slowly came into view amidst the brightening landscape.
