episode_0072

Pasder, the red magic tower.

He felt like he was going to lose his mind due to the sudden crisis.

“So… Please excuse the Arch Mage?”

I was in the middle of reviewing Deltan’s lecture at my dorm.

Since it was a lecture once a week, I didn’t even have time to catch my breath to keep up with the next progress, so I only focused on studying after entering the system.

It reminds me of the time when I was first introduced to magic.

I think that was the problem.

Randor.

The guy I had as a student because he was behind in skills but was good at social life ended up having an accident.

“Hey, you bastard! Where is this place? Make such a fuss!”

It’s funny.

As if there was some kind of consciousness among the chosen people, now they say, ‘I trained a black magician.’ Are you saying something like that?

And that too in the middle of the system.

If I had had a little more thought, I wouldn’t have done this.

Considering the reason why there are necromancers in the system and why they went into expensive restaurants, it is obvious who is behind them.

In fact, weren’t they the ones that the Archmage carried around for the longest time in the war against demons?

“Ta, Top Owner… .”

“It’s a ripple. You are excommunicated!”

Pasder said with a red-faced face.

There was a personal resentment.

There were still two lectures left by the Arch Mage, and I was worried that I might cause trouble and disrupt the schedule.

Also, his judgment as a tower owner spoke of his excommunication.

“Do you despise it as black magic? Educate them? Stupid and impudent. You don’t even understand why Congress wants to protect their knowledge!”

Every magic has its own value.

And its value was not something that could be discounted based on public perception.

This was especially true of necromancy.

Magic that deals with the soul and life.

As a person living on this earth, the value that should be placed on that knowledge was worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

‘You made me a disciple of something I don’t even understand!’

An idiot who only knows how to focus on his surroundings.

A piece of trash with no passion to explore the true nature of a wizard.

Pasder jumped up and spoke in a cold voice.

“It’s a ripple. One, for now you come with me. It’s a sin you committed, so take responsibility for it.”

Pasder left the lodgings.

Randor just looked at the back with a face full of emptiness.

‘It’s over… .’

Thinking like that.

*

A window seat in a restaurant.

Pasder and Randor stood in front of the Deltans.

“… I heard that my student was rude.”

“Uh, not just rude, but very rude.”

As Deltan spoke, Pasder’s eyes narrowed.

“… Sorry.”

“Younggam has nothing to be sorry about. No, should I be sorry? I shouldn’t be sorry because I was treated like that by my disciple. Right?”

“… .”

Pasder’s slightly opened eyes turned towards Randor with an angry expression.

Randor hiccuped.

Her face has a red tinge as the intoxication has not yet gone away.

As it distorted in fear, it became ugly.

Deltan let out a small laugh and asked Pasder.

“How do you want to handle it?”

“It’s a ripple. I have no intention of having as a disciple someone who does not even know the value of knowledge.”

“Do that. And order an apple first.”

When Deltan gestured toward Golgoriath with his chin, Pasder nodded.

He led Randor and stood in front of him.

Golgorias, the head of the Necromancy school.

He was a strong wizard who was considered the best among all Pasder knew.

Moreover, considering what happened today, he must have been a humane wizard.

‘I should be thankful.’

He should have been thankful that he didn’t turn Randor into a corpse when he was humiliated.

The hierarchy of wizards is strict.

Also, when it comes to self-esteem, it is more stringent than that.

It was clearly a mercy on his part not to immediately take action physically in response to the insult.

“First of all, I would like to apologize for the rude behavior of my wizard.”

“It’s okay. It is a common accident.”

Golgorias chuckled and waved his hand.

Then Pasder noticed Randor.

Randor gritted his teeth, then his whole body trembled, and he barely spoke in a trembling voice.

“Sin… sorry… .”

Sigh-

My fists were clenched.

His red face clearly showed the shame he felt in this situation.

‘Just for a warlock… !’

Randor couldn’t understand.

The magic tower lord, the council, and the situation that deserve to be excommunicated for that reason highly value corpses and moving wizards.

But what can you do?

In wizard society, hierarchy is order.

Even though he was about to be kicked out of the Magic Tower, he couldn’t be more vicious in order to maintain his qualifications as a wizard.

Randor spoke again in a trembling voice.

“… Sorry, sorry.”

It was an apology that clearly seemed forced to anyone.

However, Gorgorias did not harass him any longer.

The peaceful face showed that she didn’t even care about him in the first place.

“Be careful next time.”

Golgorias said this and smiled.

Randor bit his lip and nodded.

And that moment.

Well done.

Galan, who was sitting at the warlocks’ table, gently scratched his plate with a knife.

Randor faced him.

The Hound of Hebron, Galan the Necrophiliac.

He was looking at me closely with a face that I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

‘… On the topic of warlocks!’

With what confidence are you looking at me like that?

Groundless confidence and reasonless discomfort.

This was the minimum defense mechanism of Randor, who had been raised as a disciple of the red magic tower lord Pasder and whose own abilities were low.

He was not a worthless person, but a person who lived as a parasite on the light of the Magic Tower Lord.

There were characteristics of those people.

Since you don’t have any confidence in your own ability, you cling to your seat even more.

And living under the illusion that the parasitic position is mine.

So, although Randor was afraid that he might lose the foundation he had built up until now, he was still unable to forget the sweetness of that bright light and was caught up in the consciousness of being the chosen people.

The look in Randor’s eyes conveys the meaning of insult.

Galan knew that painfully well.

And unlike Golgorias, he did not have a very good personality.

[Do not act off-topic.]

“Sigh… !”

Telepathy.

When he used the magic, which was forbidden to non-Delta people, Randor sucked in a breath.

His body hesitated and took a step back.

The shoulders moved up and down repeatedly.

Eyes that protrude to the point where all the blood vessels are bulging.

And then the nausea follows.

Randor shivers from the terrible pain of having his head torn apart.

“Uweeek!”

Patter.

I vomited up everything I ate.

“Aaagh!”

A scream filled with contempt was heard from somewhere.

Elsewhere, customers frowned and clicked their tongues.

Randor was embarrassed by that, but he couldn’t stop spitting up.

Even though it was just a single word stuck in my head, I felt a sinking feeling inside, as if something was tearing my soul apart.

The restaurant manager looked around, not sure what to do.

The direction of the gaze was ultimately towards Delta Inn.

Deltan was watching the scene in silence and then spoke to Pasder.

“Put it away.”

Pasder nodded.

And I chanted.

“Clean.”

Saaah-

All of Randor’s vomit disappeared.

Although he was once his student, Pasder’s gaze towards him was cold.

‘It can’t be this bad.’

The sight of him not being able to even repent his own mistakes was horribly ugly.

Pasder admitted.

My eyes for people are not very good.

“Get out of here. Never again appear in front of me, in front of the Red Magic Tower.”

Sentenced to excommunication.

Randor made a vain face at that and looked up at Pasder blankly.

He spoke again.

“Do I have to say it twice?”

Randor clenched his teeth.

And then he staggered to his feet.

After shooting the warlocks, Pasder, and Deltans once, Randor quickly left the restaurant.

When the situation was finally over, Pasder looked at Deltan.

“… Is there anything else you would like to add?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, I actually have a favor to ask.”

“Hmm?”

“Youngjae, do you know how to drive?”

Pasder tilted his head.

“I need to know… .”

Why is there suddenly talk of driving?

When asked what he thought, Deltan answered.

“Please drive to the count’s residence when you leave. I’m thinking of drinking some alcohol.”

Agnes looked at Deltan blankly.

Those were the words that filled my throat.

‘Is this why you called the Magic Tower Lord?’

Of course, I didn’t spit it out.

Agnes was quite quick-witted.

*

Randor continued walking.

I took out all the luggage I had left at the accommodation and left the island holding it.

Now, there is no way to return to the Magic Tower.

However, if I stayed in the system, it was clear that everything that happened at the restaurant would already be known, so I couldn’t hold my head up out of shame.

So, I left the island gate and entered a forest by riding a carriage.

Randor unpacked, lit a bonfire, and curled up next to it.

‘Because of the warlock… !’

Even at this moment, he was blaming others.

He didn’t seem to remember the first time I got drunk and started an argument.

While I was trembling with misery and anger, I was pouring out my anger.

[Oh my.]

A voice like that was heard.

Randor was startled and stood up.

And I looked around.

There was nothing to see.

“Who, who are you!”

Randor got off the bed and released Mana.

Even if he is rotten, he is a second-tier wizard.

The wariness of unfamiliar things still existed in his mind.

“I won’t be able to come out!”

A huge cry that echoes through the forest.

The voice that came back was quiet.

[It’s my child. Apostle of the glorious plan.]

Startle-

Randor flinched.

‘W-what… .’

A voice so warm and peaceful.

I was momentarily relieved by a voice that did not contain any hint of hostility.

Grumbling-

The bonfire burned loudly.

[I am here.]

Randor turned his head.

And I was shocked.

“Da, you… !”

There was something there with its wings wide open.

A human figure entirely covered in flames.

Light yellow flames formed a long cloth, and her flaming hair reached down to her waist.

Additionally, the face sculpted with flames boasted indescribable beauty.

It was brilliant and wonderful.

[Child, your master is here.]

Randor muttered blankly.

“Angel… ?”

Flame grinned.

[Yes, I am your master.]

Randor’s pupils trembled as if there had been an earthquake.

The flame said, spreading Gyeophwa’s wings even wider.

[I am the true master who will severely punish those who lie and lead you to glory, brilliant treasures, and infinite honor.]

“That… .”

[How humiliating it was. How painful it was for you to be bound by false rules and endure those who oppressed you.]

Randor shed tears.

As his face was blank and relaxed, he was now captivated by the whispers of the flame.

[Good job. Now you don’t have to worry about anything. I will draw a bright future for you where you will forget the pain you have suffered so far.]

“Future… ?”

[I will give you the power to severely punish those who are bound by false rules and oppress you.]

A look of desire appeared on Randor’s face.

“Severe punishment… warrant… .”

False discipline.

Fake wizards who are obsessed with the laws of the council.

Filthy scum who know neither honor nor glory.

Such sentences passed through Randor’s mind.

He whispered, and the flame burst into pure laughter.

[Yes, this is an honor just for you.]

The flame opened its arms.

The shape of the flame that became a little clearer was that of the most beautiful woman that Randor had ever seen.

[Live in these arms. I will bless you.]

Randor asked blankly.

“What is your name…? ?”

The flame answered.

[Lopalgar.]

In a very sweet voice.

[He is the owner of the most glorious throne.]

Randor approached the flame, Ropalgar.

Ropalgar’s smile grew even deeper.

[I will bless you.]

Lofalgar hugged Randor.

[So, as a guest, spread this glorious gospel throughout the earth.]

At this moment, Randor could not remember.

One word that Deltan always emphasized whenever he appeared for public office.

-The devil will tempt you with his sweet voice.

Advice on the devil’s temptations.