Youngest Scion of the Mages Chapter 75

The Magician’s Youngest Son Chapter 75

“How did you know my name, boy?”

My name is Bakuya. The reason I knew that was simple.

[Name: Bakuya]

It is because the name was caught in Cheonan. Larsen replied.

“Kirtel told me. He was an outstanding prophet and great sage.”

“Kirtel. That’s a name I’ve never heard of.”

“He looked into the future. In the distant future, the world where Mayton’s blood relatives run rampant will come. And I was born with the destiny of doing his will and stopping his brothers.”

Of course, that’s just what I’m saying.

‘No matter how I say it, you will open the way.’

The content of the words themselves is not important. Even at a glance, Elder Bakuya is strong. Now Larsen can’t even touch a finger. However, the information about that Bakuya is easy to read.

[Status: full of expectations]

With Larsen’s current skills, he could read Bakuya’s presence and condition. That means Bakuya has revealed himself.

‘Because you know something.’

I don’t know what it is, but I just need to meet that expectation.

“I don’t know the name Kirtel. However, I am well aware of the old legend of the Keumho Tribe.”

The young Golden Tiger warrior tilted his head.

“Elder. Is there such a thing?”

“there is. Things that you young warriors dismiss as nonsense.”

The young warriors of the Kumho Tribe do not believe in legends. Young warriors think of a legend as just a legend, an interesting story.

“Are you referring to the legend of Tutankha?”

“yes.”

Larsen focused on their conversation. The legend of Tutankha. Cha Seong-min did not set it up.

It was like a traditional fairy tale passed down among the Keumho tribe. Through the keyword ‘Legend of Tutankha’, Cheonan read the legend.

[Tutankha was the legendary chieftain of the Golden Tiger tribe who ruled and commanded the whole world.]

The ‘Legend of Tutankha’ that started like that had a lot of content that children would like.

It was such a story that a great warrior named Tutankha had ruled the world with numerous companions. There is also a fearsome demon king.

[Tutankha drew his fangs and swore. I will protect this land.]

Tutankha, who became the ruler of the world, built an altar and cut a hole just the right size for the ‘fang’. It is said that in the distant future, on the day when his fangs meet the altar, the great hero Tutankha will appear.

When Larsen heard that, he felt something strange.

‘The Kumho Tribe don’t make friends.’

Even the famous mercenary king moves alone unless absolutely necessary. They are single fire generals. Independent entities that do not even form a village unless there is a threat to their survival.

said Larsen.

“It is strange that the great chieftain Tutankha created companions and commanded the world.”

I turned my head and looked at Mira.

“Mirang. Do you think so too?”

“that… … That’s right.”

Even a weak object like Mirang moves alone. Why did the great Tutankha make a companion?

“And another strange thing. Didn’t you feel it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Tutankha and the Fang. And what kind of reaction the altar meets.”

“… … .”

“It’s magic.”

It’s definitely magic, but the Kumho Tribe don’t know how to handle magic.

How did the chieftain of the Keumho Tribe, who did not know how to handle magic, set the magic on the altar?

and one more. They are now protected by a ‘special barrier’. A secret barrier that even the guards and guardian spirits couldn’t find.

Regarding that secret barrier, the Kumho Tribe do not feel anything strange. The same goes for Mirang.

“The strangest thing is that you are not aware of the strangeness yourself.”

Let’s say that Bakuya and the young warrior. Both of them shut up. Larsen continued.

“I came here a long time ago. It was because of the great sage Kirtel’s arrangement.”

“It is not a lie. It smells like this place.”

“I am a blood relative of the Mayton family. I didn’t come here alone then.”

“He must have come with the guardian wizard.”

“Not only that, but this is where I met a blood relative of the Seid family. He was also with the guardian spirit.”

“Has that ever happened?”

“And one more. Why is Sister Persia not looking for you? Can you boast that your barriers and stealth skills are superior to Persia’s sister’s search magic?”

Bakuya was a little confused. When I heard it, it was strange.

“By the way, no one felt strange about your current situation. Even though you know that a special barrier is spread over your village.”

As natural as breathing, he used the barrier. I don’t feel it’s weird.

“one more. Why, as soon as you saw Tutankha’s fangs, did you feel that these were Tutankha’s fangs? Fangs like this aren’t very rare.”

“… … That too.”

The things that I thought so naturally, ‘of course it’s just like that,’ started to look different. None of Larsen’s words were wrong. Bakuya couldn’t find words to refute Larsen’s words.

“That was the arrangement of the great sage Kirtel.”

“Kirtel. Who the hell is he?”

Larsen thought for a moment. Larsen roughly realized the reality of the ‘Legend of Tutankha’.

Tutankha was not an absolute ruler who commanded the absolute world. Rather than growing up as the Absolute, he was merely a subordinate next to the Absolute. And, Larsen judges, the true absolute is Kirtel.

Replace the name Tutankha with the name Kirtel, and everything fits.

‘Tutankha was actually Kirtel’s subordinate… … If I say that, no one will believe me.’

so he said

“The great sage who left a mass hypnosis in your blood. He is the one who arranged the fangs for Tutankha.”

To be honest, I don’t know if they used ‘group hypnosis’. Larsen has no way to confirm either.

It would be nice if Cheonan could interpret it, but it couldn’t.

Anyway, as a result, the Kumho Tribe admitted that they were strange, and made a ‘plausible reason’ for that strangeness.

“Why did you group hypnotize us?”

“Because that was the will of the great chieftain, Tutankha, the hero of a proud fighting race.”

Bakuya held out his hand.

“I will guide you to our village.”

I glanced behind Larsen.

“You come too.”

Mi-Rang’s tail went up to the sky.

* * *

Larsen stood on the stone tomb. I felt the strange feeling of moving through time and space.

It was dizzy. I got a little sick. It felt a little different from the moving gateway. If the movement gateway felt like moving only ‘space’, passing through this barrier felt like moving even ‘time’.

‘Time here. Outside time is different.’

secret bondage. And a barrier that allows the selected ‘Kumho Tribe’ to move freely. In addition, this barrier that those who have been recognized by the Kumho Tribe can enter without any restrictions. I didn’t know what kind of magic it was. I don’t know, but it seemed like an incredibly high level of magic was set up.

“human?”

“Elder Bakuya. Are you human?”

Elder Bakuya took the lead.

“You are human. I brought Tutankha’s fangs.”

“Tutankha’s fangs?”

A number of Kumho tribes came out of the hut to see Larsen. blown his nose

“Isn’t that the real smell of Tutankha?”

“It smells like Tutankha!”

Bakuya’s heart raced as he moved.

‘They too… … Read the smell of Tutankha. We’ve never seen Tutankha.’

It’s so natural. They naturally accept the fact that they are ‘Tutankha’s fangs’. There is no Geumho tribe that thinks that is strange.

‘this… … Collective hypnosis imprinted in our blood.’

A shiver ran through Bakuya’s body. What kind of arrangement did the great patriarch Tutankha make?

In the center of the village there was an altar built high with stones. Height is about 5 meters. I could see the stone steps leading up to the altar.

“Come this way.”

Bakuya climbed the stairs first. Larsen followed. top of the altar. There was a hole there. It was an altar made to insert the fangs of Tutankha.

Bakuya said.

“According to legend, if an unqualified person puts Tutankha’s fangs on an altar, he dies. They say there will be lightning strikes.”

uh. wait for a sec. You didn’t talk about that.

“But you seem well-deserved. You are the one who arranges for the great sage Kirtel and the great chieftain Tutankha.”

“… … .”

“There it is. Put your fangs in there.”

fire. Will I die if I get hit? In an instant, Cheonan interpreted it.

[Kirtel was thorough. It was assumed that a person who did not meet Kirtel would acquire Tutankha’s fang by chance. The condition is ‘You must meet Kirtel’. If a person who has not met Kirtel approaches the altar and tries to obtain Kirtel’s arrangement, Kirtel’s ‘anti-human battle move’ will strike.]

I swallowed my saliva.

‘What is that again?’

I want a name that big. It’s an interpersonal battle.

[Kirtel’s interpersonal battle cannot be classified as circle magic, and Kirtel classified it as 9 circles for convenience.]

Bakuya asked.

“Why?”

My eyes narrowed.

“Are you scared? To inherit the will of the great chieftain.”

“no. No way. I was feeling the breath of Kirtel and Tutankha.”

Larsen proudly walked to the center of the altar. Larsen could feel it. If you show even a little nonsense here, that Bakuya will eat you first. For insulting the Geumho Tribe.

‘Be as calm as possible. As exciting as possible.’

Raised fangs. Larsen took a deep breath. He carefully inserted Tutankha’s fangs into the hole. At that moment, as in ‘The Sign’, a person appeared. It is more like a hologram than a person.

below that level. The Golden Tigers under the altar Oh! and exclaimed.

“Great Chieftain! two! bang! card!”

“two! bang! card!”

stamped his feet and shouted. Larsen felt strange.

‘Tutankha?’

No matter how you look at it, it’s not the physique of the Golden Tigers. There is no sign of a tail or a tail being cut off. There is no energy unique to the Geumho tribe. Even if you look here and there, you are human.

There, Larsen realized.

‘Tutankha isn’t Kirtel’s subordinate.’

Kirtel is Tutankha itself. Now, in the eyes of the Kumho Tribe, Kirtel seems to be Tutankha. I don’t know what the heck he was doing.

‘I set it up as a legendary great mage.’

It just doesn’t seem like it.

To be able to use this level of collective hypnosis and magic beyond the ages, what level of achievement would a great wizard have to be? Why did he have to sleep in the North Sea?

Kirtel said.

“You brought the Holy Grail.”

Again, this was not a conversation. It was just unpacking the already set values.

Larsen listened to Kirtel silently.

“… … So, I bestow my first arrangement on the next person.”

Red energy gathered in Kirtel’s hand. It has become a little gem. Then a small scream was heard.

“evil!”

The Holy Grail came out. The appearance of a golden cup. The golden goblet trembled. I don’t know where she was talking, but she said anyway.

“To torment me again, senile old man!”

The red jewel dug into the Holy Grail’s body.

“it hurts! It hurts!”

The jewel was embedded in the Holy Grail’s body. Kirtel chuckled.

“The beginning of a great journey has been opened. Come on.”

At the same time, new interpretation values ​​began to be read.