episode_0117

Coron, the big city where the Magic Round Table is located.

I was nervous because the city was covered by a huge magical protection, but after confirming that it had no special function except to exclude external interference, I entered with peace of mind.

‘Once you enter the city, you can connect with Luisi properly. ‘What is the purpose of this magic that isolates the outside world?’

If this feature was available, the city would have to go through strict security checks, but if I just showed that I was a magician, I got a free pass.

I was wondering about the magic that shrouded this city, and then I noticed something different after only a few steps.

‘The devil’s castle… has disappeared?’

The magic that covered this city was blocking and isolating the gap between the demon realm and reality.

In order not to expose my existence to the demon lord, I deliberately kept my eyes on the demon realm or was oblivious to it.

‘Thanks to this, it has become difficult for the Demon Lords to directly recognize my existence, but is it the work of Decarabia, the owner of the Magic Round Table, that installed such magic in this city?’

Maybe this city is in the palm of the hand of Decaravia.

‘But you can’t avoid it. The knowledge I want is about magic and the A-level level of magic. It would be hard to get one if you weren’t from the Magic Round Table, the only magic group in this lawless area.’

Moreover, recalling Havas’ words, it seems that Decarabia has little interest in fate or the world.

Plus, I can handle at least one guy.

After gathering my thoughts, I hurried to join Luisi.

Louis Advan was working as a member of the Secretariat of the Magic Round Table and helping with administrative processes.

To put it in a better analogy, he was just a civil servant dealing with magicians.

Before meeting her, I stopped by the main building of the Magic Round Table and expressed my intention to become a member.

This is the membership qualification test hosted by the Magic Round Table.

I easily passed the test, which required a level D to pass because the standards were high, and I was certified as an official magician and became a member of the Round Table.

“Is there Luise Advan here? Please call me.”

Then I stopped by the Magic Round Table office and called Luisi.

Luisi was called in as a member of the Magic Round Table as if to handle a complaint.

“Yes. This is Luise Advan. How can I help…”

“It’s me.”

“! Solomon!”

I basically had in my possession the silver coins and great bronze coins that I used when I was active in the Madou Universe.

After I disappeared, Luisi became penniless and had no choice but to find a job with Havas’ help.

Thanks to this, Luisi got a job in the office administration position at Magic Round Table, which had some competition.

Havas offered to provide financial support, but Luisi refused because there was no order from me.

In Luisi’s situation, I met Havas on my way to a lawless area, and the time I was with him was only about an hour.

I was reluctant to receive favor because I wasn’t sure whether he was my friend or not.

“You’re alive! I believed it!”

“There’s no way I’m dead. Beyond that, where did Havas go?”

The first thing I did was ask about Havas’ whereabouts.

Harveys was a person of interest.

The 71st ranked demon king who contacted me first, Dantalion’s contractor.

Now that I think about it, he was very suspicious.

A magician who seemed to be at a B-level level found me before the kingdom’s punitive force, the other 72 demon kings’ beasts, and Belial’s minions, Mine?

He may be ordinary, but Dantalion behind him is definitely dangerous.

“Mr. Havas is an honorary elder of the Magic Round Table and is not in this city. I don’t know where Havas has gone now, but he came to ask how I was two months ago.”

“Really?”

2 months ago? This means that he is still conscious of me.

Evaluating whether I might be alive.

I carefully checked Luisi’s condition with my essential magical eye and Babel’s abilities.

There is nothing wrong.

Convinced that Luise Advan had not been tricked, I nodded and said.

“Stop being a public servant and serve me from now on.”

“Yes! I’ll quit right now!”

Luisi was so excited that her previous job was so bad that she went back inside the office and applied for retirement.

“Are you going to quit your stable job as a clerk at the Magic Round Table? What are you going to do outside? Magicians like you are common in this city. You are just a member of the Magic Round Table. And if you leave suddenly like this, the handover will be…”

“If you don’t accept my retirement, I will tell Honorary Elder Havas.”

“Hehe… That’s why people who come in from behind can’t do this. If it gets a little difficult, just leave. Okay, so just go.”

Luisi retired easily, citing the name of Havas.

She came up to me and asked.

“Solomon, what are you planning to do next?”

“For now, I’ll stay in this city, so I’ll have to find a house.”

The first purpose of my coming to this magic universe was knowledge.

And from what I remember confirming while testing Luisi with Babel, this city is a sacred place for magicians, making it a good place to acquire knowledge of magic.

It is a specialty of the city to give lectures about magic to each other in certain places.

However, unfortunately, it was confirmed in Luisi’s memory that knowledge about magic was not handled in this city.

There was nothing strange about it being a city far away from the Demon Region, but it was because magic was not actually the specialty of the Magic Round Table but of Walpurgis, another faction in the Imperial Goto.

The magician had to train in Walpurgis’ realm, not here.

‘First, let’s start by seeking out magic knowledge here.’

“Ah! Then, how about staying at my accommodation? This is a house that Habas found, and it is spacious enough for two people to live in…”

“No, you cannot live in a place where Havas touches. I’ll give you the money, so you can look elsewhere.”

I took out gold and silver from subspace and gave them to Luisi.

This time, our activities on Earth have improved our lives, making it possible to give gold in chunks like this.

I told Luisi that I would use magical means to contact her, so I ordered her to find a house quickly and left the office.

And I went to experience the city’s famous magic lecture.

Agora.

Located in a corner of the city, this place was a huge plaza for discussing magic, with a huge roof blocking the sun and rain and stone seats scattered throughout.

First, I took the time to check what knowledge the orthodox magicians of this world were teaching.

‘The knowledge of magic I have comes from the Book of Blood and from Luisi, a descendant of a fallen magician. I wonder what proper magic knowledge is like.’

After listening to all the sermons given in the Agora during the day, I yawned.

“It’s boring.”

A sermon held in the Agora, the front yard of the Magic Round Table.

The magic knowledge passed around there was definitely systematic and sophisticated.

Order formula, chanting pronunciation, combination of words or language, and understanding and performance methods required to realize the phenomenon.

Magic tricks that have been refined over hundreds of years and optimized to the extreme.

But it was all garbage compared to the Babel code that was the magic formula I had created.

Moreover, in the case of the person giving the lecture, even though he was very high, he was only at B rank, so he did not explain well the level of A rank or great magician, which would be helpful to me.

“Still, the knowledge about enchantments was helpful.”

But what I wanted was knowledge about magic, or at least a higher level of knowledge about magic.

So, I approached the magician who created the magic core, the highest level among the people listening to the lecture, and asked.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“No.”

I took a small gold nugget out of my hand and placed it into the magician’s arms.

“Yes, what are you curious about?”

“Are there any records or schedules of lectures by archmages belonging to the Round Table that are of a higher level than those held in this agora?”

“Grand Magician? People like that don’t come here to give sermons. I don’t know if it’s a sermon they gave before they became great magicians.”

“Then where do you get higher level knowledge or vision? For example, the path to becoming a great magician.”

“Yes? Even if you ask me that…? Well, according to what I know, there is knowledge passed down inside the Magic Round Table. And when it comes to that level of vision, everyone only passes it on between teachers and students.”

I had no choice but to thank the magician for his answer and leave.

Even though I already knew half of it through Luisi’s memories, I was disappointed.

Is this level of knowledge actively shared?

It’s natural that the A-level level doesn’t exceed six even in this magic round table, but there’s also hidden knowledge that goes from B-level to A-level.

I had no choice but to think carefully about how to obtain such knowledge and decided to just turn the magic round table over.

I concluded that I needed influence to obtain the knowledge I wanted.

It would be nice to be able to get a glimpse of Decarabia there.

I went back to Luisi’s house for a while and prepared the grimoire.

And the next day, I began to climb the central platform of the agora.

“So, if you give a variation to this old imperial language…”

“Stop it now.”

“? what? You, I am still lecturing, so take your turn!”

A magician who was giving a sermon on the central podium looked displeased and told me to come down.

The regular magicians in the audience just blinked.

“I roughly understood it. Level for your spell. It was so boring that I wanted to die.”

“?”

“What?”

“Who is that magician?”

“It seems like he was the one who was sitting in the front row yesterday…”

“No! Why are you suddenly talking nonsense during my sermon?”

I said this while looking at the magician who was furious at me for intruding on the crowd.

“I’ll show you a new world.”

With those words, I took out the grimoire, a hardcover book, from subspace and opened it.

One grimoire I obtained after listening to my Babel’s interpretation all night long and mass-producing it to get a cooperative grimoire.

I ordered the grimoire to use the weakest unit of soul attack.

As a result, ordinary magicians briefly experienced the illusion of their bodies and minds being burned and incinerated, then came to their senses and cried out in unison.

“”It’s a mental attack!””

“Wontaaak!!”

“He’s a terrorist!”

“That guy just took out a book in subspace! A spy for Walpurgis!”

“Everyone, calm down and listen to me. What I’ve just done to you is to enter the spell ritual I created…”

“Sky element, knocking impact, crushing hammer!”

The existing magician on the podium magically created a hammer of wind and swung it at me.

And I was surrounded by the round table security and special forces who had rushed in after hearing the commotion. In that state, I tried to explain the situation by showing the grimoire several times, but the situation escalated.

After all the great magicians of the Round Table were dispatched, I fought back with a show of force, and after reaching an agreement with the great magicians, I was sent to a detention center on charges of terrorism.