Return of the Back Alley Wizard Chapter 637

Episode 637. It will be the first.

Meanwhile, at that time.

The mother of the Dinaiga family.

Falun was analyzing data in the lab.

The data was none other than the process of unifying the grimoire, and its contents were composed of complex formulas that would leave any grimoire speechless.

Even though it was Falun, interpreting the data wasn't easy, but Falun silently analyzed the data.

It wasn't long before there was a sound.

“You’re working hard.”

“I meet you, my lord.”

Falun bowed politely to Demeia. Demeia looked at Falun, then took in the data he was analyzing.

"I see… the analysis is already that complete. The experiment was only conducted this morning."

“This data has not yet been cross-validated.”

“Even so, that’s amazing.”

It was a sight that would have shocked the magicians of Dinay if they had seen it.

That would be the case, since Demeia was known for being stingy with praise.

No, to begin with, catching the eye of an archmage was nearly impossible unless you were also an archmage.

But Falun shook his head calmly.

Honestly, I don't think it's a big deal.

No, it's not that it's nothing special… … .

'……lack.'

While it might have seemed like a remarkable sight to others, Falun was dissatisfied with the data he analyzed.

Why not?

If you can't even properly determine the direction of your analysis, how can you be satisfied?

Did he understand Falun's true intentions?

Demeia opened her mouth.

“Which number is it?”

The question was how many times the direction of data analysis had changed.

Falun answered calmly.

“It’s the seventy-second.”

"This is the seventy-second time… but you still seem dissatisfied. Is this the wrong direction for you?"

“Yes, I think we should move on to the seventy-third direction.”

"hmm."

Demeia let out a sigh.

Even for the same phenomenon, the data recorded varies greatly depending on the 'observation method', and even for the same data, the interpretation varies depending on the 'perspective' from which it is analyzed.

The direction we are talking about here is 'perspective'.

So, that means we analyzed one data set seventy-three times, each in a different way.

It was a situation that could have been frustrating for the Federation, but Demeia felt more surprised than frustrated.

Why not? Even with all the talented people in the Dinaiga family, he's doing everything on his own, something that would be difficult to accomplish.

'……genius.'

The world considers Topju and the Blando family's Sogaju as the geniuses of this era, but in Demeia's view, Falun was a genius who was no less than those two.

Although his own level of skill was inferior to that of the two, his magical level was already at a level that could be counted on one hand.

In fact, the speed difference before and after Falun joined was more than double.

But, still, it's so impatient…

“……I see you have some worries.”

“…….”

Instead of answering, Falun stared intently at Demeia. It wasn't long before his mouth opened.

“Are you saying you could give me some advice?”

“If you want.”

"hmm."

Falun burst into laughter without realizing it. It was a somewhat cynical smile, but Demeia didn't blame him for it. His eyes simply lit up with curiosity.

“It seems like you have some concerns.”

“I think I would be better at giving advice since I was a professor.”

Demeia narrowed her eyes at the gentle refusal to dig any further.

So, it seems like he had some concerns. And that was making him impatient.

But, it seems like he has no intention of saying anything.

What should I do?

Demeia considered digging deeper, but then shook her head.

'That doesn't sound good.'

Demeia was not unaware of people with the same personality as Falun.

I guess manners only go so far.

But, what needs to be said must be said.

"I understand. But don't be too impatient. The Federation wants the experiment to end as quickly as possible, but the important thing is its success. And impatience…"

“It’s bound to mess things up.”

"You know what I mean. Then you don't have to worry. Well, then, take care."

With those words, Demeia left the laboratory.

* * *

Falun looked at his back and sighed faintly.

'I'm worried.'

Falun, having woken up with a dry wash, walked out onto the terrace and lit a cigarette.

As the white smoke billowed away, I recalled my conversation with Demeia.

'Haste makes waste.'

But how can one not be impatient?

I'm falling behind.

It's been longer than you might think since Falun started thinking like this.

So, around the time Aster became one of the seven wizards of Sanctuary.

Suddenly, this thought occurred to me.

'Isn't it too fast?'

To be honest, at first I thought I could keep up.

To be exact, I didn't think there was much of a difference until I went to the Lortel family with the Infinite Chain Gun.

But that wasn't it.

Go ahead.

Just when you think you've caught up to a certain extent, it goes further ahead.

I tried really hard.

After becoming a professor, I resumed the training I had neglected, and changed my research topics from studying magic itself to things that could be applied in real life.

Indeed, by doing so, the realm increases rapidly.

It was as expected.

Although his talent for application and execution is excellent, his understanding of magic is unparalleled.

Naturally, the rise in realm cannot but be rapid.

but.

Still, I couldn't keep up.

So, Falun had no choice but to worry.

The meaning of one's existence in a group called Matap.

Magical research?

Although in different fields, Professor Felina was also a magician just like himself.

And is it just Professor Felina?

Master Silosti of the former Staria Society was a magician with achievements that even Falun could not match.

She came to the rooftop.

And starting with her, more wizards will gather at the Magic Tower.

If you do, let's see.

The tower is growing faster and faster every day, but what about you?

At some point, the magical realm becomes stagnant and cannot move forward.

Of course, for some, it might be a dream come true, but Falun was not satisfied with it.

It seems like if I just take one more step, I'll reach the wall of transcendence, but I can't even do that.

The same goes for magical achievements.

He is not an irreplaceable person.

That was the problem.

'That it is replaceable.'

… … that I was left behind.

Originally, Falun, who had high self-esteem, did not think about such things.

But then I got greedy.

The desire to be with the rooftop.

The desire to remain on the rooftop forever and watch its growth.

That was actually the reason why I volunteered for the Grimoire Unification Project, even though I knew it was dangerous.

If he had been thinking only pragmatically, he would have sent Professor Felina instead. She was an unrivaled expert when it came to artifacts.

so.

'We must achieve results.'

I got a feeling.

The success of this experiment will be the key to eradicating the evil that has taken root deep within his heart.

And if you can root out that demon, you will be able to take another step forward.

'It must not stagnate.'

The moment you stop, you fall behind.

So there is no time to rest.

Knock knock, knock―

Falun put out his cigarette in the ashtray and walked back to his office.

A night full of darkness.

Silence descended upon the space.

… … It wasn’t long before a loud noise rang out.

bang-!

Then a voice rang out.

“Raid! It’s an attack!”

Even though it was a chaotic situation, Falun immediately jumped up and ran out.

To where the grimoire is.

* * *

At the sound of the attack, Demeia immediately spread her wings wide.

'Have you already caught up?'

The day he heard the news that the location of the experimental site had been discovered, Demeia immediately moved the experimental site to a new one.

Of course, I didn't think it would go undetected forever.

But, I didn't know it would be this fast.

Even as his thoughts continued, Demeia's reaction was swift.

Tzu-!

Breaking down the moment into small pieces, you enter transcendence and perform magic.

Soon, dozens and hundreds of snowflakes bloomed in the air, splitting the space.

Choaaaak―!

Kkuduk, kkwajik!

Dozens of intruders were pierced by snowflakes, their blood spraying as other intruders sprinted over them.

Once again, the magic unfolds.

However, these invaders were not so easy.

Tsk tsk… Tsk tsk!

Countless force fields rising into the sky.

Even though its power was weak, it was still the magic of the Archmage. However, the invaders' field blocked it.

Are the level of the intruders higher than expected?

no.

Demeia fired her magic again. This time, as before, the force field rose, but it didn't last long.

Kwajangchang!

As soon as the stationmaster broke, red blood splattered.

Demeia immediately jumped up and walked over to one of the fallen intruders. She carefully examined the necklace they were wearing.

also.

My prediction was right.

It was an artifact that blocked his magic, and the spell cast on that artifact was something Demeia was also familiar with.

'Bundle operation.'

Deculan has already applied bundle operations to artifacts.

I'm sure he must have started researching after leaving the Sanctuary.

'But… … .'

Demeia read every movement with a wide-open sense of smell.

The Dekulan invaders are not a few. The number Demeia has currently identified is in the hundreds.

But a question arose.

'Is this the unit price?'

Demeia stood and released her momentum. At the same time, a wave of magical energy swept through the space, spreading outward.

It only took a moment for the intruders within the radius to freeze.

In a space where everything is frozen.

Demeia scanned the space.

“Did you not know that this body was here? Or did you think this was enough?”

Either way, it was extremely unpleasant.

Because I thought I could break through Denai's elite with just one artifact.

There is nothing more to look into.

Demeia kicked her seat again. Now that she had confirmed there were no variables, all that remained was to protect the grimoire.

… … That was the time.

“I knew you existed, and I knew this wasn’t enough.”

“……!”

Demeia turned her head as the murderous intent struck her, and a red, blinding flame burst out in that spot.

Kwaaaa …

A man walked out into a space where the air was turbulent and the vision was distorted.

“Demia, stop joking around and come out. I will deal with you.”

Demeia stepped out of the flames and looked at her opponent.

“Holland.”

“Yeah, you’re Holland, the one who sings those f*cking f*cking songs.”

“Your master has chosen a place for you to be buried.”

“Be happy, you’re going to be the first head of the family to be bitten to death by a f*cking son of a bitch.”

"haha."

Demeia let out a dry laugh and kicked the seat.

That was the moment.

Tzu-!

“……!”

An unprecedented pressure descended upon space. Demeia, recognizing this pressure, gave up on entering transcendence.

I know.

The identity of this energy.

… …Anti-Magician magic circle.

Holland smiled.

“Didn’t I tell you? You’d be the first.”