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Chapter 113 – World Tree's Reward (2)

Apart from that invitation, Theodore was forced to take a few days of rest.

Nobody had been killed or seriously injured in the fight against Laevateinn, but it had been a battle in which senior magicians over the 5th Circle had consumed most of their magic power in a short period of time. It was normal to feel physical fatigue, not to mention the burden on the circles. Only the Red Tower magicians, who were active elsewhere, weren't affected.

Vince sat beside Theodore's body and said with a smile, "It was unavoidable, but I can't help feeling ashamed that I had it easier than my disciple."

"Wasn't it also difficult for Master?"

"It was nothing compared to what you went through."

In the last battle, the Red Tower magicians had reluctantly been excluded. It was because the existence of fire magic would have been meaningless against the legend ranked grimoire, Laevateinn. Even the master level Veronica wouldn't have been able to help, let alone 6th Circle magicians.

Therefore, Orta had instructed them to capture the group which brought Laevateinn into the Great Forest. The result was that the arsonists were properly captured.

The Red Tower magicians hadn't even been able to fight properly! Their frustration at not participating in the historic fight exploded above the heads of the unlucky idiots. The arsonists had been blinded by money and ended up dealing with the war mages of the Red Tower, the famous elite troops of Meltor.

Of course, there were a few who had tried courageously to resist, but they were then turned into gruesome lumps of charcoal. 'It was a worthless battle,' Vince recalled.

"I've been thinking about it since then, and I think it is a good idea to combine magic of other attributes. At this age, I realized that I am still immature and there are many profound paths."

"Ha, haha…"

Theo had no choice but to nod at this scene.

Vince had entered the 6th Circle in his 50s while studying ancient languages, and now he wanted to learn magic of other attributes? Theo wondered if Vince would only sleep three or four hours a day. Having a curious heart which didn't know how to stop was also a trait of a magician.

At this moment, the two of them took the chance to have a private conversation. The serious conversations had taken place over a few nights, and now they were just waiting for people to come and get them.

Since the fight against Laevateinn, the elves had been preparing a 'festival,' along with the evacuated ents and dryads. It was something which those who were stuck in their rooms didn't realize.

Not long afterwards, someone knocked on their door.

Edwin appeared at the door and spoke while bowing, "As my parents have ordered, I have come to collect the both of you."

* * *

Like the last meeting, the elves guided the whole group at once. However, the difference from that time was Edwin's attitude toward the delegation, apart from Theodore. Originally, the elves hadn't been rude, but they had been very polite. That coldness was now released into a gentle friendliness.

Theodore guessed the reason and nodded inwardly. 'It seems like the fact that we destroyed Laevateinn was announced. If this were human history and not the history of Elvenheim, things wouldn't flow so smoothly.'

It was a cynical thought, but it wasn't that wrong. Unlike the elves who prioritized returning the favour over themselves, humans generally took care of themselves first. If this had happened in a place like the Austen Kingdom, they might have sent Theo as bait instead of providing support troops. Then once it was over, they would probably try to claim Theo's work in defeating Laevateinn as their own.

As such, it was hard to find a country which would publicly declare and treat them as saviours.

However, the pleasant mood didn't end there.

[Wait… a… minute… ] A hollow voice rang out.

There were loud footsteps, then the large source appeared.

Part of a species which treated branches as their arms and legs, it was an ent who lived in the eastern forest. Little boys and girls, who were like fairies, sat on the branches and laughed while chatting.

'The ent I saw last time… and the dryads as well?' Theo remembered their unfriendly attitude and wanted to step back.

However, the ent leader spoke up, [Great… person… you…]

"…Me?"

[…Inde…ed.] The answer was confusing, but the ent suddenly bowed toward Theodore.

The tree branches descended a few meters, so he couldn't call it anything else.

[Sorr…y. And… forest… protecting… thank you.]

Then the dryads on the branches started speaking in a talkative manner.

[Thank you! Thank you!]

[Thank you and my apologies! I'm sorry and thank you!]

[Apples are delicious!] (TL: Apple and sorry sound the same in Korean)

[Sweet potatoes are delicious!]

There were many words Theo couldn't understand, but he could recognize their sincerity. It wasn't the same as the human society which used lies as a weapon. Theodore smiled and reached out to a branch before his eyes. "I was also rude at the beginning, so I'm sorry."

[…Me… as… well.]

"Yes, then let us reconcile."

The ent paused for a moment before extending its finger like branches. It was a moment when two different species shook hands. After a series of exchanges, the two species returned to the eastern forest, while Edwin took the lead again.

Once again, a large knot hole greeted them. His interest in the space doors was still great, so the White Tower Master stepped forward first and asked, "Can we pass through like last time?"

However, Edwin just stepped aside with an unknown smile. The knot hole before them was humming and crying out.

"Yes. But the road isn't to the same place as last time. It is a good experience, so I think it is better for you to just enter than to hear it from me."

"Hmm, I see." Orta touched his chin briefly before stepping in without any hesitation.

The sight of the white robe being swallowed by darkness was the same as before. Theo didn't know what was beyond it, but he walked forward with a strange sense of anticipation. He wondered what Edwin would called a 'good experience.'

The moment his entire body passed through the knot hole…

Huuuuong!

A heavy wind caused his red robe to flap. It was a strong wind which was difficult to find on the plains. Nevertheless, it was cool and unobtrusive, and it felt fresh. Theo took a deep breath while his heart beat faster. Then he felt a strange familiarity and recalled the Miller Barony.

'This place… Is it a mountain?'

This was similar to the wind he'd experienced when he climbed to the top of a hill in his childhood. Theodore moved his hands reflexively and looked around. He was expecting a good view reminiscent of his distant memory.

Then his eyes and mouth opened wide at the same time.

"…Wow."

The scenery that appeared was ridiculous. He could only admire the world before him.

White clouds floated at eye level and made his fingers damp when he touched them. The scenery below his feet truly made it seem like he was looking down at the ground from heaven. Was this the point of view which made the word, 'god,' emerge from the mouths of priests?

Theodore Miller was literally walking above the sky. After a desperate attempt at using magic to calculate the height, an amazing answer emerged.

'…11km above the surface?!'

He calculated it again and again, but the result didn't change. Orta, who had arrived first, gave him a similar answer.

"11km, or to be more exact, 10km and 824m. If it wasn't for the power of the world tree, it would be natural to freeze to death at this height. It would be difficult just breathing, but we are having no problems at all.

"I see… um?"

As people climbed a mountain, the air became thinner, making it hard to breathe. However, they had no problems breathing despite being at such a high altitude above the surface. It was possible due to the power of the world tree, an existence with the power of life.

Theodore was shocked as he belatedly realized the meaning of the words. "W-World tree?! Tower Master, then this place…!"

"Yes, that is correct."

As the rest of the group arrived, a gentle voice greeted them. The lump of clouds blocking the view moved aside, and her appearance was revealed. Lumia was a high elf with dark brown hair, like tree bark, and gently shining green eyes. She smiled brightly as she answered their questions.

"This is one of the branches of the world tree as well as a place you can't enter unless we open the way for you."

"The world tree, here…?"

"…It is a ridiculous size."

The ground, which was dozens of meters wide, was just a branch? As the magicians admired this fact, Lumia waved her arms toward the clouds. The clouds which blocked the rest of the path were removed, revealing the banquet hall.

The rest of the four high elves sat there.

"What the, you came too late!" Alisa grumbled as she had already eaten something.

Meanwhile, Ellenoa waved when she found Theo. Naia was sleeping with her face on the table as always, while Alucard's expression was brighter than usual. Instead of being a national event, this was like a normal banquet, and Lumia recommended that they sit anywhere.

"Today's banquet isn't just between Meltor and Elvenheim, but an event to celebrate the saviours of the forest. S,o don't distinguish between statuses and sit anywhere."

"B-But…"

"Come on, it isn't so hard. Please think of us as friends from now on."

It wasn't possible to refuse after hearing that. The delegation were forced to sit around the table, and Sylvia quickly took the seat to the right of Theo. Once everyone settled in their seats, Alucard decided to assume the role of host and opened his mouth.

Perhaps it was due to the mood, but his voice was a little more excited than usual.

"Then, I will now start the festival. The parent tree has blessed this meeting, and I hope we can change from distant neighbours to friends by the end of it. Just as you saved us from a crisis, we won't sit back if you are ever in danger!"

"The grace and blessing of the world tree and its offspring. Meltor will treasure this covenant."

As they lifted their cups, the voices of the high elves and humans joined as one.

"Cheers!"

Chapter 114 – World Tree's Reward (3)

The mood got more relaxed after the first drinks. At first, the magicians had difficulty talking, but their mouths soon started opening under the power of alcohol, and the high elves showed interest in their words.

Alucard was showing interest in a Yellow Tower magician talking about mushroom growing, while Lumia ears pricked curiously as she listened to the conversations between the humans. Naia was still dozing, but she occasionally asked about topics she was interested in.

Among them, Alisa was the most active high elf.

"Hey, why are you wearing a mask today? Were you expecting a masked ball or something? Or is it for another reason?"

"It is because of a personal matter."

"I see. Then can you show it to me? Or tell me why! My curious nature won't let it go until I find out."

"It looks like it."

"Eek."

She seemed to be interested in Orta as the woodpecker-like conversation continued. In a sense, both of them were difficult to approach, so the area around them became quiet.

Moreover, there were many high elves for the magicians to talk to, and the main character of this banquet was sitting somewhere else. Theodore, the young man who led the mission against the legendary monster Laevateinn and created the opportunity for this mission to Elvenheim… he deserved to be at the center of this banquet.

'…By the way, what is this?' However, Theo was in an unexpectedly difficult situation.

On his left, there was Ellenoa…

"Theodore! This fruit called Zaoyan is delicious. It is a rare fruit from the northern forest, but this is a famous delicacy of Elvenheim, so you definitely can't miss it."

"T-Thank you."

And on his right, there was Sylvia…

"Theo, take a bite of this. I sprinkled some spices on it, so it is much tastier."

"W-Wait a minute."

"What? Oh, it is because of the skin. I'll take it off, so just wait a minute. If I place the blade along here…!"

There was no room for Theodore to stop this. He didn't know who first started it, but the competition became increasingly fierce as he couldn't refuse and ate the piled up food. Unable to ignore the looks in those two pairs of eyes, Theodore kept on chewing.

There were empty bowls piled up in front of the three people, and the weight of his stomach was becoming increasingly dangerous.

'Uhh, how long do I have to eat…?' Theodore looked desperately for a way out. Was the heavens turning a blind eye to him…?

Fortunately, he spotted Vince sipping from a cup nearby. The moment that he felt Theodore's gaze on him and was about to ask what Theo needed…

Vince heard someone's voice from behind him, "Oh, my, is that wine in your mouth?"

The high elf, Lumia, who had been standing on the outskirts, approached Vince. She was a high elf, a survivor of a species from the myths, and an existence normally hard to meet. As a magician and one of the delegates, he had no choice but to respond to Lumia's words instead of paying attention to his disciple.

"Ah, yes. It is a strange but delicious taste."

"That is a relief. The wine is made from the grapes that my tribe grows ourselves, and it is highly appreciated for its fragrance and flavour. Would you like to try another kind?"

"Oh, it would be an honour."

"Huhu, I should be the one saying it is an honour. Come this way."

Vince moved away without thinking, and Theo looked after him with a devastated expression. Simultaneously, Lumia turned back to look at Theo and gave him a strange smile.

'Why?' Theo thought.

Then a whisper entered his mind through Ratatoskr. It was Lumia's voice.

–Well, try it yourself.

'Huh?'

She didn't say anything beyond that as she led Vince away.

With that, Theo's way out had disappeared. There were two bowls set before Theodore, filled with more food that he couldn't eat. Perhaps he could endure if he used Battle Song to accelerate his metabolism?

Then a stupid idea emerged in his head. "…Alcohol."

He didn't enjoy it very much, but his eyes caught an unopened wine bottle. Among the Elvenheim specialties, there was a wine which couldn't be made anywhere else. Theo couldn't understand why they made it since it wasn't good for the bottle, but it was an elf specialty.

Ellenoa was the first one to notice his attention on the bottle.

"Oh, do you want a drink? I don't know the taste of it, but this wine is well-known in the forest. Perhaps Theodore will enjoy it."

"Hrmm… If you say so."

"Yes, then have a drink." As she nodded, a fragrant liquid emerged from the mouth of the bottle.

Ellenoa poured a cup for Theodore and for herself before putting the bottle down. Indeed, there was no cup for Sylvia. The subtle action caused Sylvia to mutter in a low voice, "…Why aren't you giving any to me?"

Ellenoa cocked her head and replied, "Based on the standards of the human species, aren't you not allowed to drink until you experience the coming of age ceremony?"

"I've had my coming of age ceremony already! It was this year!"

Maybe it implied that she looked young. Sylvia stared sharply at Ellenoa, took the bottle, and poured the wine into her cup. Her timing was a bit late, so the pouring wine barely came to a stop before it overflowed.

Then without waiting for a toast, she poured the contents into her mouth.

Gulp. Sylvia quickly finished the drink and turned triumphantly to the two people.

"…Hua."

She fell face down onto the table.

* * *

Typically, the body of a magician was stronger than that of ordinary people, so they were more resistant to harmful substances such as alcohol. There was no statistically analyzed data, but it was natural since high density mana circulated through their body.

Therefore, Theo couldn't help feeling surprised when Sylvia became drunk on one glass.

He sighed slightly and muttered, "Ah, I'm glad I decided to drink water instead…"

"Ahaha." Ellenoa heard his words and laughed awkwardly.

She hadn't expected this to happen either. Consequently, the two of them were now left alone. As Sylvia, the biggest obstacle, had self-destructed, Ellenoa could achieve her purpose without any interference. She immediately used a pretext of a walk to get alone with Theo.

Regardless of whether he knew the meaning of the walk, Theo looked at the ground spread under his feet and exclaimed, "By the way, it is amazing to see. I never expected the banquet to be in such a high place."

"Is that so? I had a similar reaction to Theodore when I was first brought up here. There was a large tree in my hometown, but it didn't soar to the height of the clouds."

"I never thought I could touch the clouds like this…"

The clouds around his fingertips scattered like a torn spiderweb, leaving a damp feeling behind. He looked like an amazed child, causing Ellenoa to step toward him with warm eyes. The place they were going to now was impossible to reach without the ability of a high elf.

"Please follow within three steps of me." After saying that, Ellenoa moved slowly.

The closer they got to the world tree, the more the high elves could exercise a power which was close to that of their ancestors. It was possible for them to open a space door or jump some distance without using a knot hole. The foundation of this phenomenon was different from magic, but the result was similar.

Shortly afterwards, Theo's keen senses noticed the change. "Ah."

It was similar to the Shukuchiho method used by the White Tower Master. He took a few steps after Ellenoa, and their position suddenly changed.

Theo kept track of the changes. It wasn't so difficult when looking at the height of the clouds, the perspective of the landscape, and the density of mana. The problem was that the changes didn't happen just once or twice.

'The banquet hall is 350 meters below… No, it has just changed to 500 meters. Then we went down by 100 meters…'

It was at a pace much more than fast! Theo marveled at the rate of change as the map in his head was destroyed. They had gone up and down so many times that he didn't know where he was now.

After five minutes of walking, Ellenoa was able to reach the desired destination. When Theodore saw the destination, he spoke carefully, "This is…?"

The two of them stopped in front of a shabby cabin. The cabin's planks of wood were so rotten and the pillars were so old that it wouldn't be strange if the cabin collapsed immediately. It was too shabby compared to the magnificence of the world tree.

However, Ellenoa seemed to be rather solemn in front of it as she looked at Theo.

"This is a place where you can't enter or leave unless you have the consent of a high elf like me."

In such cases, the majority of high elves had to agree to let the person enter.

Ellenoa then started explaining about the cabin. It was different from its insignificant appearance. Her voice sank slightly when she said it contained the history and wisdom they had kept for thousands of years.

Then she gazed into Theodore's eyes with a serious expression while her golden eyes shone brightly beside her pale green hair. "Theodore. For the second time in the history of the elves, you have been recognized as a visitor of the Fountain of Wisdom."

"Fountain of Wisdom… this cabin?"

"Yes. It was called a different name during the ancient times, but it is now a legacy of a forgotten era. In the history of the human race, there were a few records of when they dealt with it in the Age of Mythology.

Theo gulped as he understood the value of this rundown cabin.

The Age of Mythology was an era when humans hadn't yet become masters of the continent. It had been thousands of years ago when gods, demons, dragons, and ancient species walked the world. Meltor was a kingdom which collected artifacts and relics more enthusiastically than anywhere else, but they hadn't been able to find any traces from that period in time.

If there was only one book or scroll in that cabin, it might be worth dozens of libraries in this age. However, Theo's surprise was only beginning.

"I brought Theodore to this cabin because a wise man foretold that you would come."

Theodore became blank at those words. Who would the elves refer to as 'wise,' and how could they have predicted this situation?

The appearance of the legend ranked grimoire, Laevateinn, as well as the powers of Andras and Meltor… This moment had occurred as a result of numerous causal relationships. Theo had no choice but to be astounded.

Then Ellenoa dealt the heaviest blow. "The wise man who predicted Theodore's visit was the first of his kind in the world, the first human to make a contract with an elemental ruler."

'No way.' The words entered Theodore's ears as Theo stared at her.

"Myrdal Herseim, the great elementalist, said that he left something for you in the Fountain of Wisdom."

Chapter 115 – Mysterious (1)

'Myrdal Herseim!'

Theodore's face stiffened at the unexpected name. Yet, in actuality, it wasn't surprising that Myrdal was treated as a sage by the elves. In a world where the high elves couldn't call the elemental rulers without borrowing the power of the world tree, Myrdal, however, had managed to call one with his own power.

This phenomenal feat was more than enough of a reason for him to be a valued guest of Elvenheim.

"Sage Myrdal said this." Ellenoa ignored Theo's inner confusion and started to recite the prophecy in a calm voice, "After a long time, the sixth dancer will open their eyes, and forgotten beings will awaken from a deep sleep. Two countries will compete against each other and summon an indescribable disaster. But there is no need to be afraid. The guest who comes from a distant place will avert the disaster. Once that happens, please guide the guest here."

"…Is what you just spoke the prophecy?"

"Yes."

It was like a mysterious puzzle, but Theo was forced to feel a chill since it had all come to pass.

At least a hundred years ago, maybe more than that, Myrdal had visited this cabin and made a prophecy. He predicted the events which began with the birth of the sixth dancer, Ellenoa, and then the appearance of Laevateinn and the visitor who managed to stop it.

Theodore thought up to there and was struck with a crazy idea. 'Impossible… Even if he is contracted to an elemental ruler, how long can a human live for?'

He had met a few existences who lived beyond the ordinary standards of life, such as a sword master who could collapse a mountain with a sword, while an 8th Circle magician who could resist even natural disasters. There were also the guardians of Elvenheim who could reverse a situation with one arrow.

Nevertheless, Theo hadn't felt like this when he faced them. This was a feeling of an incomprehensible awe and fear. Myrdal Herseim was something entirely different from the masters of this age. At that moment, a piece of a puzzle floating around slotted into place.

[An original book has been consumed. Promoting a connection to Myrdal Herseim… Success. Myrdal Herseim has accepted the connection with the user.]

[Connect is starting.]

'Connect' was a phenomenon he had only experienced when he ingested Introduction to Elemental Magic.

"Ah…!" A sound emerged from Theo's mouth. There was no evidence to support his speculation, but his intuition was convinced that he was right.

In the records of the Magic Society, Myrdal Herseim was a great mage who had understood elementals more than anyone else 300 years ago…

And he was still alive. Maybe it wasn't a coincidence that Theo had made a contract with Mitra. In order to bring him to this cabin, Myrdal might have arranged something. However, as he was worrying alone, Ellenoa had continued her explanation.

Then it soon came to an end. "…That is all I can tell you."

Fortunately, Theodore had been half listening and could remember all her words. Only one person could enter at a time, so she explained how to use the Fountain of Wisdom. He inscribed her instructions into his mind.

After finishing the explanation, Ellenoa opened the door. Then the darkness welcomed him.

'It is another space door.'

The door led to another space, so while the cabin might look shabby, the interior was completely different. Theo took one step before turning back toward Ellenoa and saying, "I'll be right back. Wait a bit."

"Ah…" She blinked like a surprised squirrel as Theo completely disappeared into the darkness of the cabin.

Simultaneously, the shabby door closed, and Ellenoa was left alone. However, she didn't feel bad despite being alone. Theo had told her to wait and that he would be back soon.

Ellenoa replied one beat too late, "…Yes, I'll wait."

Her ears peeked through her hair like a rabbit as she lowered her red face.

* * *

After the familiar dizziness of space travel, Theo reached a space beyond the threshold of the cabin.

This was the Fountain of Wisdom. He had stepped into a mystery of the elves, whose true name had been forgotten.

When he saw the reality of it, an exclamation flowed from Theodore's mouth, "…Indeed! This is why it is called the Fountain of Wisdom."

It was literally a fountain. The fountain was transparent enough for him to see the bottom, and there was a blue light shining from it. According to Ellenoa's description, all the elves' recorded wisdom was contained in this spring water. It looked like spring water, but it wasn't. Additionally, it wasn't possible to make contact with it unless a gourd from the world tree was used.

Theo wanted to explore the principles of the magic here, but that would take more than a day or two. The time limit of this place was 30 minutes, so he had to prioritize what he wanted to know.

Dakak.

Theo first picked up a gourd hanging from the wall, as Ellenoa had described. It was made from a seed of the world tree, but there was no difference. When the thickness and sizes were compared, the gourd was slightly lighter.

'Just one time.'

There was a sound as the blue spring water entered the gourd. He tried to soak his fingers as a test, but all he felt was air. The same would apply even if he jumped in the spring water; it would be like falling into a deep pit. This was a place which stimulated the intellectual curiosity of magicians.

Theodore placed his lips on the gourd.

–Drink from the spring water and think about the wisdom that you want. Then you will receive an answer to that question.

The blue spring water flowed down. It passed from his lips into his mouth, and from his tongue down to his throat. However, Theo couldn't feel any of that. Apart from the taste, there was no sensation of liquid being in his mouth. According to Ellenoa, drinking it was just a ritual to insert the spirit of the fountain into him.

'Myrdal Herseim.' Then he started thinking hard about the existence which reminded him of a mountain range, the eyes which resembled the sea… the old man with flowing white hair and beard.

Theo recalled the memories of that day when he couldn't even lift a finger. Then as the gourd emptied…

Wuuuuuu.

The blue water started fluctuating. The transparent and clear spring water shone with a white light before moving back and forth, like a wave raising his body.

No, it wasn't a wave raising his body. It wasn't even the spring water. In the middle of the fountain, an image resembling a human appeared. It broke and merged several times, but the final form was familiar to Theodore.

It was the old man with a magnificent presence, Myrdal.

[Hoh, the guest I've been waiting for has finally come.]

"…Myrdal Herseim."

Despite having already met once, Theo barely managed to speak. It was just a form reproduced by the Fountain of Wisdom, but Myrdal's presence was remarkable. Theodore shook as it felt like a weight was crushing his shoulders.

However, Theo was different from that time. He had grown in circles and as a person. Therefore, Theo was able to stand firmly without being disturbed by Myrdal's presence.

The old man smiled gently at the sight. [You've gotten better. You are still immature, but you are better. It might be incomplete, but you have gained the primordial flames. If you don't mind, I, Myrdal, want to hear your name.]

"Theodore Miller."

[Theodore… No, Theodore. Haha, it is a funny name for a magician.]

(The first Theodore, author uses the spelling with the Korean pronunciation. Second Theodore, author uses spelling for English pronunciation)

Myrdal found it funny…? However, before Theo could ask what it meant, Myrdal shocked him with the next words.

[It has been a while, 'Greed.' No, should I call you Gluttony now?] The old man spoke directly to Theo's left hand.

Theo didn't know how, but it was evidence that Myrdal Herseim knew about Gluttony. So, Theodore couldn't expression his surprise when the mouth appeared on his left hand and a voice flowed out.

-…Yes, it was you. Gluttony's voice sounded nervous. –A fragment of memory calling out to me, how pretentious.

[Huhu, please forgive me. I foresaw your visit, but I'm not able to move at this time. So, I am forced to greet you and your contractor in this way.]

–Giving excuses… Perhaps it was because Gluttony felt uncomfortable that it changed the topic without any further complaints.

Indeed, Gluttony's mild attitude was different than usual. In other words, this person called Myrdal Herseim, was someone who made Gluttony nervous and unable to cope with. Theo listened to the conversation between them carefully.

Gluttony was the one who cut to the chase first. –I wonder how you are still alive. Explain why you waited for me, no, for my user. If the answer isn't acceptable, I will consider you as an 'enemy' from now on.

[You are still too stiff. I am the one who allowed your user to sign an elemental contract. Shouldn't you have been more alert?]

However, Gluttony remained silent. This was a silent protest which meant it wouldn't listen to any more nonsense. It was the first time Gluttony had acted wary toward someone, so Theo watched the confrontation with a strange mood.

In the end, Myrdal raise his hands and answered in a low voice, [It is because your thoughts are too different.]

–Me?

[That's right, Gluttony. Unlike the other six, you don't pay much attention to the fate of the world. Pride who wants to eat all species, the one who wants to stop the present world…]

Then Gluttony shouted in a sharp voice, –Stop!

Myrdal closed his mouth like he had been waiting for it. Theo didn't know what was going on, but it was clear that Myrdal said something that stimulated Gluttony. It must be bad if the almost emotionless Gluttony was forced to shout. Theodore examined the few words that he picked up.

'Myrdal mentioned Pride. If so, the rest of the information that Myrdal was going to say…'

It was about the rest of the Seven Sins. As if affirming Theo's idea, Gluttony spoke to Myrdal in a voice which didn't hide its anger, –Are you trying to threaten me? A remnant of the myths.

[I am asking politely.]

-…You sure talk very well.

Theo couldn't understand the conversation at all. He merely realized that the two had agreed on something. Myrdal wanted to expose something to Theo, but Gluttony had stopped him before taking a step back.

In the end, Gluttony waved the white flag and spoke in an annoyed voice, –I will tolerate it only once.

[Thank you for your generosity.]

Chapter 116 – Mysterious (2)

After completing the agreement with Myrdal, Gluttony maintained its silence. It seemed like it wasn't quite satisfied about the result of its quarrel with Myrdal. Theodore tried to speak to Gluttony a few times in his mind, but Gluttony didn't answer and fell asleep.

Instead, Myrdal chuckled and said to Theo, [Huhu, I suppose it is upset. I'm sorry for being rude in my own way.]

'Truly a formidable figure.' Theo gazed at the old man before him calmly.

It was hard to guess Myrdal's real intentions from his eyes, despite just being a memory left in the fountain. Myrdal Herseim, a person with the behaviour and depth of a great magician, as well as being a great sage… He wasn't the type of person that Theo, who was only 20 years old, could face as an equal.

"So, why did Myrdal want to see a young man like me?" Theo spoke in a brusque tone as he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

It felt like he was a plaything for the two unidentified beings, Gluttony and Myrdal. Both of them were beyond Theodore's understanding, but he didn't want to bow to them.

Myrdal let out a jolly laugh, like a grandfather looking at his grandson. [Who can call the contractor of one of the Seven Sins a young man? So, don't be alarmed Theodore. This old man is just trying to help you.]

"…Why?"

[Huh?]

"I don't know the specifics. If you want to help me, then please tell me why."

It was a situation in which a story Theo didn't know about had happened, and a decision had been made regardless of his wishes. He felt like something being swept adrift by a wave, like a puppet dancing comically on someone's palm.

Theodore stood up to a great magician whom most magicians didn't even dare look at.

Myrdal hadn't expected this reaction and was speechless for a moment. Then after that moment, he spoke in a voice where all the laughter had disappeared. […That's right. Your position must be uncomfortable. It might just be words, but I apologize.]

Myrdal bowed his head as he finished talking. It was the apology of a great man who had rewritten dozens of magic records.

It was Theo's turn to be taken aback by Myrdal's behaviour.

Then the old man lifted his head and spoke again, [But I want you to know that it means there is a secret I can't tell you right now, and it's a secret that you 'shouldn't know.' At the very least, you need to unlock the 5th seal of Gluttony to be qualified.]

"Myrdal, you are truly…!"

[Yes, I know. The purpose for the appearance of the 'Seven Sins' in this world and the acts they left behind… and…]

Myrdal's hand reached out suddenly, giving Theo no chance to react. Was it because he couldn't feel any malice? Maybe it was because the very existence of Myrdal was unclear. Before the warning could flow through his system, the hand made of fountain water grabbed Theo's left hand.

[If the Ego allows it, I can do this.]

At the same time, there was a blue flash in Theo's head.

'――���――!'

Something was pouring in. There were unknown lessons, scenery he had never seen before, letters he couldn't understand, and so on. It felt like he had eaten dozens of magic books at the same time. Theo's brilliant head couldn't cope with the amount of information.

The forced knowledge expanded his brain's tolerance and awakened an area which hadn't been seen before. It was a phenomenon that could be expressed as a type of awakening.

Additionally, that wasn't the only change Myrdal caused.

[Error! Error…! Accepted. This is a legitimate request. Gluttony's 4th seal has been released.]

[Gluttony's function has been opened normally. The user should check the information window of the corresponding function immediately.]

[Grimoire "Gluttony" / C Rank]

[Gluttony's 4th seal has been released through a normal path. From now on, the user can borrow the power of an author that Gluttony has extracted. However, once the author has been overwritten, the author can���t be reloaded. Previous owners have called the feature 'Overwrite', but you can change the name if you want.

* Once the Overwrite function is demonstrated to its limit, 'Transmission' will be triggered to completely take over the power of the author.]

Previously while fighting Superbia, Gluttony had been forced to open the fourth seal. This time, the method wasn't recognized as an unusual means. Theo could only feel in awe at the phenomenon he couldn't understand, as he realized that a new wisdom was filled into his mind.

'No, that expression is a bit strange.'

The dizziness disappeared, and Myrdal's knowledge remained in him. It was like acquiring a vessel which already contained that knowledge. The knowledge that Myrdal left behind in the Fountain of Wisdom was well-suited to the title of 'Sage'. So, Theo would only be able to fully understand it after crossing two walls.

Theodore intuitively realized this and raised his head. He felt it was a blessing, but it was hard for him to reveal any of his feelings to Myrdal.

Myrdal was well aware of this. So, he spoke to Theo instead of trying to buy his trust. There wasn't a lot of time remaining for him to use the Fountain of Wisdom, and there were still things he wanted to say to Theodore.

[There is a trace of the reason why the seal was already unlocked once. Thanks to that, I have a bit more to talk about.]

"..."

[Cough, don't look at me like that. I don't even have five minutes left. Please listen to this old man's advice.]

As Theo stared at Myrdal with an expressionless face, the old man coughed a few times before opening his mouth again.

[Honestly speaking, you are in a dangerous state right now.]

Theodore's eyebrows twitched at the words. It was a serious topic. This wasn't the diagnosis of an old man but the great magician Myrdal. Just as Veronica had once noticed Theo's unstable circles, the eyes of the great magician noticed the cracks Theo couldn't feel.

Myrdal groaned lightly as he touched his beard. [It is due to eating Laevateinn during this incident. Power was extracted from the grimoire, as well as the unknown dimension. Additionally, the power of the artifacts and treasures… It is too hard for a man who is only 20 years old to bear.]

"…What specifically is the problem?"

[I will ask you a simple question. If you pour more contents than a bowl can handle, what will happen to the bowl?]

'It would break.' Theo shook off the eerie feeling.

Then Myrdal nodded like Theo's speculation was correct and continued the story. [Fortunately, drinking from this fountain has increased the grace period. It probably won't be a problem for two years. But after three years, your body will start to collapse, and you will die in five years.]

"That…!"

[Sorry, but I have no time.]

There was a time limit. Myrdal's form was collapsing little by little. The fingers pointing at Theo became watery and the overall shape more blurred. However, Myrdal's voice remained clear, like he was directly speaking into Theodore's head.

The old man felt he had a responsibility to finish the story until the end. [Increase the capacity of the vessel. Get rid of the day-to-day fighting and eating of a magician, and live like a beast. Explore the wide world and increase the size of your vessel as you bump into many people.]

"That is too abstract!"

[No, you already know the method.]

Despite the crumbling face, Myrdal's blue eyes were bright as they penetrated inside Theo.

[Just like how you once struggled through the years, do it again this time. Don't hesitate to walk the tough and difficult path. Become a magician who walks his own way through the wilderness.]

Theodore hadn't known Myrdal's purpose, and despite the conversation they just had, he still didn't know. However, he could tell one thing from the story. Myrdal had been a magician before he became a sage, and so, he taught his junior. Theo understood that he should engrave this advice into his mind.

Myrdal quickly disappeared, and the fountain became calm again. The whole thing felt like a summer night's dream.

Theodore Miller's gaze lingered at the space before him, then he began to move quietly. '…Let's go.'

The opportunity had been to use the Fountain of Wisdom once, so staying here any longer would just be a waste of time. With many questions and realizations, the young magician left the elves' holy place behind.

* * *

For Ellenoa, it was exactly 30 minutes later when Theodore emerged. As he appeared at the door of the cabin, he had on a weary face.

Ellenoa had been waiting quietly, and she quickly walked toward him. Up close, Theo's face looked a bit different than usual, and she felt her cheeks becoming hot. Fortunately, Theo didn't notice it.

"Theodore, welcome back."

"Ah, Ellenoa."

"How was it? The holy land of the elves." She smiled with anticipation.

Then Theo told her honestly how he felt, "I have more to think about than I expected."

He had met an unexpected person in an unexpected place, Gluttony's seal was now released again, and he received a deadline. Theo didn't know what to feel as too many things had happened at the same time.

Regardless of whether she knew his complex heart or not, Ellenoa's expression turned serious.

Then she said the words she had prepared while waiting, "My role ends here. It was to guide Theodore to the Fountain of Wisdom and back to the banquet hall. From here on out, it will be my personal favour, so can you listen?"

Theo cocked his head and agreed.

Then Ellenoa gained confidence and held out her hand. As moonlight flowed softly over the world tree, her fingers seemed to shine with a silver glow. The beauty and atmosphere of a fairy tale temporarily caught his eyes.

"…Can you walk with me a bit more?" Ellenoa closed her eyes, pretending not to know about her fingers trembling in fear of the rejection. Then her eyes widened as a warm and rough hand touched hers.

Theodore accepted the small favour by taking her hand. "I want to walk around a bit more too."

A bright smile emerged on Ellenoa's face at his acceptance, while Theo looked down at such a beautiful smile but ended up gazing at their hands. Perhaps it was the mood. Or perhaps it was because his hand had grown larger in the meantime. Ellenoa's hand felt more tapered than half a year ago.

'…Well, I must be mistaken.'

Unfortunately, he just hadn't realized it yet.

Chapter 117 – Mysterious (3)

"…That is all. I did my best, but from the moment I entered the Red Plateau, I couldn't follow their actions. Perhaps it was because of the White Tower's famous space magic," a knight wearing all black reported.

The black armour favored mobility over combat power, while the black sword was designed to melt into darkness. Compared to the normal knight's uniform, this was an invisible appearance. No such uniform existed out in the open among Andras' knights.

However, if a third party was in this place, they would've reeled back in fear.

The Knights of Shade were shadows who did the dirty work of the empire, from gathering information to assassination. It was a secret organization which even the empire's Seven Swords couldn't mobilize without an imperial order.

They were people who didn't officially exist in the empire, and were famous for carrying poison and self-destruct scrolls with them. In that case, who was looking down at the knight…?

"Indeed, it was a perfect failure. I have to admire the skillfulness of our enemies," someone's voice resonated in a low tone.

The emotionless voice contained an odd sense of oppression, forcing the two knights in front of him to shut their mouths. However, it wasn't a consciously transmitted intimidation; he had merely opened his mouth.

This was the presence of a person who couldn't be ordinary. It was a presence which only came from a person whose pride had been great since birth and whose family had been recognized for decades. In other words, he was someone who had the temperament of a ruler.

"P-Please kill me!" In the end, the Knight of Shade couldn't withstand the pressure and lowered his body while confessing his sin. However, he didn't ask for pardon from the other party. As a shadow of the empire, failing a mission meant death. There was no point in living if he had failed the mission.

The Knight of Shade knew that better than anyone, so he was surprised by the other party's next words.

"No, it isn't your fault. You clearly followed my instructions perfectly. If so, this failure is my responsibility, so don't mention it anymore."

"But…!"

"Stop. Until I call again, go prepare a personal biography of that person called Theodore."

Nobody would dare disobey, so the Knight of Shade trembled and carefully withdrew. Indeed, as a shadow, he walked out of the room without any sound. Then the man looked at the knight who still remained and said in a rare playful tone, "How surprising. I thought you would've cut him down on the spot."

The knight, a black masked man, didn't deny it. "…I thought so as well." Then he spoke calmly with his head down, "But the shadow did its duty until the end. If he took one step forward, my sword would've given him a peaceful death."

"Well, that is an interesting view." The man laughed with satisfaction. Although the man might've snorted at the knight's confidence, he knew the skill of the swordsman in front of him.

The knight had once been the head of the Knights of Shade, and he was now a sword master, promised for the position of the 6th Sword. Despite losing an arm, he still wasn't an easy opponent. His 'Disappear' ability made him invincible against an inferior opponent.

Rather, the White Tower Master who had overwhelmed the superman knight before the man deserved to be honoured. The man's mind stirred at the thought.

"By the way, it is shocking that the White Tower Master is so strong. Did his presence pale due to the Blue Tower Master and Red Tower Master?"

"I think so."

"Well, he is a hidden card."

Despite having been arch rivals for hundreds of years, it was hard for Andras to fathom all of Meltor's power. This was the strength of a magic kingdom, where unexpected things could keep emerging.

At the end of a battle where they were sure of their success, an 8th Circle magician would suddenly appear and destroy the balance. The battle power of the White Tower Master, who had suppressed a middle ranked Seven Swords, also belonged to such variables.

"I heard that the White Tower Master confronted the previous 3rd and 6th Swords directly… They fought in the last war. So, I don't know how many more of his abilities haven't been revealed."

"…Next time."

"Hmm?"

The masked man lifted his head for the first time. A red light shone through the half-shattered mask, and a strong momentum rose from his body. His fighting spirit hadn't been lost after one defeat. He managed to barely suppress it, but his voice which emerged from underneath the mask bubbled like magma as he said, "Next time, I will use every effort to kill him."

"Even with that arm?"

"Yes."

The man's words touched a sore point, but the swordsman wasn't shaken at all. It was fatal for him to have lost his right arm. However, if he could fix his style, he could regain his original strength. It would take a long time, but it was worth it for the master who had rescued him from hell. His loyalty was one of the reasons why the man trusted him.

The man gave a pleased smile and opened his mouth to say, "…Ah, I can't even joke properly."

He didn't know that the immigrant child he'd helped in his childhood would grow into his right arm. It was because he didn't show his ego that the masked man served him loyally. While facing the swordsman, the man took out a box from behind him, then he threw it to the masked man.

"M-My Liege?"

"Open it."

The item had been hard to obtain, even with his status. It was a reward for his subordinate, but there was no other person more worthy and dependable to handle it.

"This is a reward for your loyalty. I will shoulder the responsibility for this failure. I also understand how big the loss of one arm is for you."

"…My Liege!"

"I won't speak for long. Take it."

The swordsman didn't dare refuse and opened the box. A storm of power flowed out, like it had been waiting. The seal around the lock was released, and there was a silver light as the thing trapped inside the box broke free.

Flash! There was a blinding light, and in the box, something in the form of a sword flashed clearly.

The sword master couldn't keep his composure any longer. This wasn't something made by human hands but a relic hidden in a forgotten history. Anyone who wasn't at the master level would probably burn as soon as they held onto this.

It was the relic of a divine species which had lost its original name.

"Train your left arm so that you can use this in one year."

The mask swordsman shook his head and didn't dare reply. He held the radiant silver sword to his chest and pledged allegiance to his master.

The man looked down at the scene with satisfaction before staring into the air. "Not yet, not yet. In the next five years… I will bring down my incompetent father and change this empire."

It was a law that those who used violence and climbed over the strongest would conquer the throne. In the Andras Empire, the royal family was the strongest. and their blood had never weakened since King Fernando took the throne.

The eyes of the empire's third prince, Prince Fermut, shone.

* * *

After reaffirming their relationship with Elvenheim, the delegation and Theodore passed through the new Red Plateau.

The concept of a few kilometers didn't matter when they were accompanied by the White Tower Master. As the sun rose a day after they left the Great Forest, they had already crossed Meltor's border. It was literally at a speed which couldn't even be expressed with lightning. The old saying that those who walked were spoiled was moot, as the White Tower Master barely breathed roughly.

"…We will rest for 30 minutes. I don't have enough magic power to use Mass Teleport."

"I understand."

However, there was a restriction on Shukuchiho. The group could move a great distance quickly, but the burden on the user was huge. Anyone who didn't have the almost unlimited power of a 7th Circle would be depleted after a few uses. Well, even so, it was a charming magic.

Orta leaned against a wall and started rotating his circles.

Theo squinted at the White Tower Master and muttered inwardly, 'If I can learn that space magic properly, it will be a great power, but… I shouldn't be too greedy.'

H'de met the sage at the Fountain of Wisdom, and right now, Theodore's power had already exceeded his own vessel.

The power of Laevateinn, Umbra, and the essence extracted from treasure ranked artifacts… If he swallowed an artifact related to the White Tower Master's space magic, it was possible that his remaining grace period would become even shorter.

'Five years… If I think about it properly, it is more like three years left.'

His body would collapse. He didn't know what that meant, but he could sense something ominous from it. It was clear that something bad would happen. So, three years… Over the next three years, he needed to build a vessel which could handle his abilities. Thanks to this incident, his name value and treatment would increase.

No, he shouldn't take advantage of it.

-Get rid of the day-to-day fighting and eating of a magician, and live like a beast. Explore the wide world and increase the size of your vessel as you bump into many people.

That was Myrdal's advice. Theo could roughly guess why Myrdal hadn't mentioned the solution directly.

The 'vessel' wasn't a generic concept in Meltor, which was known for its magic knowledge. Instead, it was an unknown field which couldn't be calculated or accessed. So, Myrdal had given a past example which Theo could understand.

-Just like how you once struggled through the years, do it again this time.

Five years after starting Bergen Academy, Theo had met Gluttony and then became qualified. At the end of a long path without any hope, he had faced a fate which could be called legendary. If he had been told that at the time, he might not have acted so sincerely.

If so, what did Theodore Miller need now? Fortunately, he was accompanied by someone who could answer any questions.

'A question and answer.'

Once he returned, he would report his achievements to Kurt III and then ask Gluttony.

In a sense, this time limit was due to using Gluttony's power. It wouldn't want to lose its contraction, so it shouldn't be difficult to obtain Gluttony's cooperation. Gluttony wouldn't hesitate to teach Theo how to widen his vessel.

Of course, the fundamental question lay elsewhere.

'The purpose and the identity of the other Seven Sins… and the truth of the world that I still don't know about.'

It was the fate of a magician to follow the mysterious and unknown.

His immature self had no answer yet, and Orta had already finished resting.

The struggle with the legend ranked grimoire, the talk with the nearby neighbours, and the unforeseen adventure had all ended. No matter what event was waiting for him this time, he had to go back…

…Back to the heart of the magic kingdom of Meltor, Mana-vil Capital.

Chapter 118 – Book Eating Magician (1)

The signing of the friendship treaty with the neutral country of the north, Elvenheim, was probably one of the most important undertakings in the past few hundred years.

The Andras Empire as well as other countries of the central continent had dispatched their intelligence sources. So, there was no doubt that the responsibility on the dispatched delegation was enormous. If the talks were ruined due to someone, the responsibility wouldn't end with just them. It would spread to their family and relatives as well.

However, despite their concerns, the delegation returned home with better results than expected. They had achieved the signing of a historic treaty!

The court officials gathered just one hour after being given the news. Later historians might say this was exaggerated, but if they knew that even the most isolated nobles rushed out of their homes, they would shut their mouths.

"It seems like everyone is gathered. White Tower Master, report," the king of Meltor, Kurt III, ordered.

However, Kurt was also a bit different from usual. He was full of dignity as always, but there was a slight anticipation as he waited for the White Tower Master's words. It meant that he was filled with expectations.

Orta's mouth opened amidst the heavy silence, and his words unexpectedly provoked a storm.

–A triple increase in the number of trade items.

–Significant increase in the number of mass production type artifacts to be exported.

–Obtained the right to cut down a limited number of trees in the Great Forest.

–Promised a regular exchange of delegates.

None of those conditions were light. For some, they were heavier than gold, so the nobles and magicians couldn't help stirring. They might have jumped up and rushed over to the White Tower Master if the king hadn't been watching. Just one of those conditions was enough to double or triple their income! Most of the things Orta mentioned were like that.

Finally, once details of the military aid and support forces were mentioned, Kurt III rose from his throne and shouted, "Wonderful!"

Kurt III was a ruler who avoided any formalities or showing off. Had he ever praised someone like this?

At the very least, the people here had never heard him do so. It was the first time they had seen the king smiling with such a joyful expression. He looked around the delegation before stopping at one point.

A familiar young man was standing there.

'My eyes are truly good.'

The young man was wearing a red robe, and there was still a slightly tired expression on his face. He was Theodore Miller, the one who had been at the center of the recent big event. According to the secret report by the White Tower Master, Theodore's performance had been essential.

It was a higher merit than even Orta, who cut off the arm of a sword master, had achieved. If so, Kurt III needed to acknowledge him. "Theodore Miller."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"I have heard that your merits are also great this time. You used the national treasure and elevated the name of the Meltor Kingdom."

"I am undeserving of those words."

As Kurt III admired the young man bowing calmly, he revealed the reward. "The achievements you have accomplished are enough to elevate you to the rank of Prime. As of this time, I will declare Theodore Miller a provisional Prime. Any extra procedures will be skipped, and he will be upgraded to Prime the moment he reaches the 6th Circle. Are there any objections?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Okay. I will prepare individual rewards for each delegate member."

After nodding a few times with a satisfied face, Kurt III looked at Theo who was still calm.

'I don't know why, but the atmosphere around him has changed a bit.'

The feeling around Theodore had been much lighter a few months ago. Perhaps he had realized something on this journey.

The king of Meltor laughed cheerfully at the thought of the birth of the next tower master. However, he didn't know that the young man in front of him had already jumped over the wall of the 6th Circle.

* * *

As soon as Theodore returned to Mana-vil, he met the king, so he couldn't return to his room until sunset.

The sight of nobles and elder magicians gathering like hungry dogs was terrifying in many ways, but fortunately, they didn't bother the people who had just returned from Elvenheim. The exact cause was Veronica.

Still, she had let Theodore leave after stating that they should have a meal together later.

"Why should you deal with unnecessary things? Those old people." The strongest beauty in the kingdom with blazing red hair had stroked Theodore's head. He had been prepared to be dragged around by her for a few hours. However, she had merely shrugged and laughed, then she poked Theo's heart with a finger.

'…It looks like it has been discovered, my 6th Circle.'

He had to admire Veronica, who was aware of it without his circles being activated. Well, it was true that she made things more comfortable for him, so he would give her a dessert box from the capital's confectionary store later.

Theodore opened his door and unpacked while being satisfied with the quiet surroundings.

Then he lay on his bed and murmured, "Prime, it is definitely an attractive position."

Aside from the Supreme rank which was for the tower masters, the Prime rank had the highest honour and prestige in the magic towers.

They could create their own organization or research team, or use a part of Meltor's budget for their own exploration. Even the princes and dukes of small and medium kingdoms didn't dare look down on the Primes and elders of the magic towers.

If he stated that he was at the 6th Circle at that time, he could've been promoted to Prime. However, Theo decided not to select that path after some consideration.

He would completely become Meltor's new figure. As his status and rights grew, the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders would become heavier. It would be difficult to leave home and travel if he was a Prime mage.

The right to use the kingdom's properties freely meant being part of the kingdom itself. So, the restriction on leaving was natural. The problem was that the constraint was fatal to the present Theo.

Theodore thought this and suddenly raised his left hand, "Hey."

–...

"I know you are awake. There are many things to talk about, so don't waste my time."

–Hmm.

It was impossible for deception thanks to the connection between them. So, in the end, Gluttony gave up on the silence and coughed. Then Theo tossed it the books he had already prepared.

['Application of Fire Magic' has been consumed. Your understanding is very high.]

[Proficiency in fire magic has increased. The fire attribute affinity has already reached its limit. In compensation, the level of proficiency will rise even further.]

The knowledge of the book penetrated his head naturally. Theo focused on the sensation for a moment, before looking down at his left palm. It was time for a question and answer. In the meantime, he had used this mainly to receive answers to difficult formulas as well as explanations and applications of magic.

Theo thought carefully about his words before saying, "What is Myrdal's identity?"

-…So, it did come out.

If it had been a person, Gluttony would be frowning. The greedy grimoire paused for a moment before replying in a testy voice, –It is an abstract thing, and I can't give you concrete information. Even this wouldn't have been possible if he hadn't released the fourth seal.

"Then can you give any information about the other Seven Sins?"

–Not more than that. In the case of Pride, its importance was low, and I was able to temporarily answer because we encountered it. If you want to hear detailed information about the other five, you need to release the sixth seal.

Indeed, if Gluttony could answer it, then there was no reason to block Myrdal from speaking. Theodore had felt doubts, which was why he asked Gluttony the questions. However, as he had guessed, Gluttony was under some type of constraint, and it would be hard to answer the question.

Then he thought about Myrdal's advice, '…the secrets I can't tell you right now, and the secret that you shouldn't know…'

At the very least, the old man hadn't shown any signs of malice toward Theo. Maybe Theo just didn't notice, but he decided to trust his own intuition. If he fell into needless doubts, then he wouldn't be able to get out of this situation.

He had to take the first step to overcome the crisis.

Theo shook off the rest of his thoughts and said, "Then I will change the question. Is it true that my body will only last five years, like Myrdal said?"

–It is true. To be exact, it is 4 years, 8 months, and 23 days. The error range is expected to be within a week.

"…Damn." He truly accepted it after hearing the details of the deadline a second time.

In fact, wasn't the grimoire responsible for this? It didn't explain the side effects of the eating, and his life was now suddenly in danger. Thus, it was inevitable that Gluttony should take responsibility for this matter. If Theo died, it would have to find a new contractor and start again, so it would just damage Gluttony as well.

Theodore regained his calm and asked directly, "Myrdal told me to expand my vessel. How do I do that?"

–This isn't a subject that can be answered in reply to one question.

"Don't make me laugh," he coldly dismissed the grimoire's excuse. "I confirmed that you can act on your own discretion during the fight against Pride. If you think of me as your contractor, you have a minimum of responsibility for any situations that you didn't warn about in advance regarding you. Isn't that right?"

–Hrmm, you have a point.

It was pointless to make an emotional argument, as the grimoire was more flexible with logic being refuted. Theo had already been connected with Gluttony for a year, so he had some ideas of Gluttony's personality and behaviour.

As expected, Gluttony accepted Theodore's argument and gave in to his demand.

–The easiest way is human sacrifice.

"What?"

–I don't distinguish by gender or good and evil. It won't be difficult to expand your soul if you properly sacrifice around 100,000 people. It may also help you get beyond the wall of the 7th Circle.

"…Dismissed, I won't do that."

The grimoire didn't care about ethics and suggested something evil. Human sacrifices? It was the worst sin committed by warlocks a few centuries ago. Sacrificing 100,000 people… It was an evil beyond the national scale.

Theo gritted his teeth and shook his head.

Then Gluttony presented a second option. –Build up your karma.

"Karma?"

–Whether good or evil, every act that affects the world expands your 'vessel.' You can save someone. You can destroy someone. Building up dharma will shake off the confines of karma. That is the master level that you talk about.

Gluttony's words were so profound that Theo couldn't comprehend everything, but he understood the gist of it. In other words, he had to create a disturbance which affected the material world in any way. It could be good or bad. If he did so, his 'vessel' would increase in size.

It was a theory Theo would investigate later, so he asked for the next option, "Other than that?"

–There is nothing to ask.

"What?"

It might be because the two options were rejected, but Gluttony sounded testy. –Work harder than you have done so far. The efficiency is lower, but you can meet the deadline.

"I have to do the same thing?"

–Yes. To the confused Theodore, Gluttony declared, –Hunt original books.

Chapter 119 – Book Eating Magician (2)

Original books were not books which were created with duplication magic, but the first copies the authors wrote directly. So far, Theo had swallowed three original books: Ballistics Magic; Introduction to Elemental Magic; and Battle Song. They acted as the foundation Theo's abilities were built on.

However, how would original books solve his problem?

"…I don't understand. Hasn't my vessel already reached the limit?"

–Yes.

"Then won't eating original books be like pouring more water in? Why is that the solution?"

–Hrmm, the explanation is lacking. Gluttony thought for a moment before opening its mouth again. –Your question isn't entirely wrong. The abilities you learn from the original books will fill up the vessel. But in the process, you can acquire something else.

"What is it?"

–The fragment of the author's soul set inside the original book.

Gluttony said that although it was small, a piece of the author's soul was contained in the original book. So far, Theodore had met the author's of the original books he'd eaten. He had experienced Alfred on the battlefield and Lee Yoonsung using his martial arts. Myrdal's case was a little bit different, but the old man should be treated as an exception.

Theodore realized the meaning of Gluttony's words and asked, "So absorbing the fragment of soul can expand my vessel?"

–That's right. In fact, your vessel was already half full when you absorbed Umbra. If you hadn't used 'Transmission' on Alfred, you would've died.

"…Transmission." Theo noticed a secret hidden in the word.

General predation couldn't absorb all the abilities of a book. It didn't matter about his talent or aptitude. Just like how it was impossible for Theodore to shoot Magic Bullet like Alfred, it was impossible for him to obtain 100% of the author's ability.

However, Theo overcame that limit with Transmission. Theo thought had that Transmission was just a function which effectively accepted the author's ability, but he now realized it was different. Transmission was the ability to expand the vessel beyond its limits.

Otherwise, there was no reason to take the risk that the contractor��s ego would collapse. If Theodore's mentality hadn't been strong and Alfred hadn't been willing to help, he might've become brain dead after fighting Pride.

–No, that is a bit wrong.

"…What?"

As it had read Theo's thoughts, Gluttony interrupted, –Transmission isn't normally used in that way. At that time, it was instant because the situation was imminent. However, it was originally a process that allows for gradual assimilation.

"Process?"

–As you can see, sometimes a confusion of self can occur. Of course, it isn't a problem if the user is overwhelming strong. But if the other party is superior, the user could end up being eaten. You were lucky in many ways last time.

In other words, if Alfred was a bad person, then he could've taken over Theo's body. However, after that, Theo couldn't call on Alfred anymore.

Theo organized the information he had received before replying. There were three ways to avert the three-year deadline. Among them, he erased the first idea without even thinking about it. Human sacrifice belonged to the black magic area and was a taboo in Meltor, with severe punishment if caught. Theodore wouldn't be excluded from the punishment even if he had received a medal.

The second method, however, was worth considering. 'Doing something good or evil.'

It was strange to think about. So far, Theo had taken down two grimoires and destroyed the elder lich. As a result, the number of lives he saved wouldn't be light. Regrettably, Gluttony asserted that his heroic actions weren't helpful at all.

–Grimoires don't count. They are located outside the causal relationship and don't affect karma. It would be more meaningful to catch a few bandits.

It was unfortunate, but it made sense. Theodore understood this and looked at the darkness outside the window.

The capital of the Meltor Kingdom, Mana-vil… From the tall magic tower, the scenic view of the capital was spectacular, but it was nothing compared to the superb views he'd seen with Ellenoa on the branch of the world tree.

There were still many sights in the world which he hadn't seen. On a bookshelf in a narrow room, there might be an unknown mystery hiding. A magician should find their own wilderness.

'Am I prepared to leave the comfort of the familiar road for a hard and unfamiliar road?' Theo asked himself.

"Well, it seems like what I need to do is already determined."

As Gluttony fell asleep, Theo made a fist.

He wished to experience hardships in order to improve himself. Just like when he broke through an army of undead, when he faced Pride, and when he jumped into Laevateinn without any fear… Just like always, he had to believe in himself and move forward.

Regardless of whether he would be a hero or not, Theodore made a decision as he looked at Mana-vil's night view.

* * *

The next day, as soon as Theodore opened his eyes, he went into action. A person's determination could dull over time, so the sooner he put it into action, the better.

Theo dressed in the familiar robe and decided to first tell his master his choice. It wasn't merely a procedural problem but a matter of morality.

'He will certainly be worried, but… I can't conceal it from him.'

Despite reaching the 6th Circle, Vince Haidel was Theodore's master and a companion whom he shared the secrets of the grimoire with. The relationship between the two men was much stronger than an ordinary bond shared between master and disciple. He couldn't keep the threat to his life a secret, and Vince might be able to give him useful advice.

Theodore finally stopped in front of Vince's door.

Knock knock.

As Theo took a deep breath and knocked, he heard the familiar voice of his master.

"Theo, is that you? It is open, so just come in."

"Yes, Master."

As Vince said, the door wasn't locked. The familiar smell of coffee greeted Theo after he opened the door.

It was the handmade coffee Vince had been drinking since Bergen Academy. Theo felt like smiling as he sat on the chair Vince brought him. The face of his teacher, who had a few grey hairs, appeared before him.

Theo felt his heart relaxed as he opened his mouth to speak.

The story wasn't long. By the time Theo's story finished, the steam rising from Vince's coffee mug was gone, and the angle of the light coming through the window had changed by a few degrees.

However, Vince's expression wasn't as simple as the story. Vince swallowed down a sigh and tried to act calm as his disciple mentioned the time limit. It wasn't a story which should come from a young man who was only 20 years old.

"…Hoo. I have a lot of things to say, but I won't. You already seem to know how serious this situation is."

"Thank you for your consideration."

"There is no need to thank me. Ah, wait a minute. I just completed the present that I was going to give you."

A present he was going to give Theo? Theodore looked confused as Vince pulled out a book from his drawer.

Based on the still wet ink, it was true that Vince had just completed it. He used a simple drying magic and handed it over. It was a summary of his years of research.

[Ancient Magic Overview — Balcard] was written on the cover.

'Appraisal.'

[Ancient Magic Overview — Balcard]

[This book deals with the magic of Balcia, an empire which existed in ancient times. The magicians of that era used magic which was several times more efficient and powerful than modern magic systems. After years of research, the author, Vince Haidel, has awakened this system. The depth of wisdom is superior to ordinary magic books.

* The level of your understanding is minimal. (0%)

* This magic book is rated 'Rare.'

* When consumed, the fundamentals of the 'Balcard Language' will be learned.

* This is the original that was directly written by the author. You have a close relationship with the author. There is a high probability that you will absorb some of Vince's proficiency.]

Theodore looked at the information from the unconsciously used Appraisal and felt great awe.

'Restoring a magic system that was used in ancient times!' Once this achievement spread through the Magic Society, it was clear that Vince Haidel would be given a Prime position as well as praise and rewards.

Vince smiled at Theo's impressed look and said, "If you need original books, then mine will be helpful. Although I don't know if it will help your problem."

"…No, it is brilliant."

"Well, it was thanks to you that I was able to finish the research. I'm glad it can be of use to you in this way."

Theo placed the magic power in his inventory, while Vince's expression became heavy.

'Going on a trip to find original books… It won't be easy,' Vince thought.

Theo had already decided. Leaving the country where he was lauded as a hero was never easy. In order to avoid the empire's gaze, he had to conceal his identity and couldn't do as he wished in a foreign country.

Perhaps he should tell Theo to forget Myrdal's advice. It was shameful as Theo's mentor, but he might not have given that advice if he were in Myrdal's position. Still, Vince passed on what information he could.

Chwaack!

He pulled out a map and moved his fingers as he started to explain, "If your purpose is to look for original books, you must first go to the central continent."

Meltor was known as the magic kingdom, and as the name suggestion, it was full of magic books. However, the story was different when it came to original books. As mentioned several times, the Magic Society treated originals and copies the same. It was because they didn't want to see the value of knowledge rising or falling due to scumbag collectors.

So, the people who collected original books weren't from Meltor. Instead, they were nobles or merchants who resided in other countries and wanted to decorate their office.

"In particular, the trade kingdom Kargas at the center of the central continent. All types of people swarm there. Original books are sold there for an expensive price, meaning only people who have nothing but money will buy them."

"Kargas on the central continent… I will keep that in mind."

"If possible, don't cause any friction. Your skills aren't a problem, but there are many outlaws in the central continent."

Experienced advice was always valuable. Theo was taught by his teacher about things necessary for the journey, such as how to get across the border, the laws of different countries, and how to act in them.

Fortunately, Theo had a strong memorization ability, so he remembered all of it without much difficulty.

"Oh, I forgot." After a lengthy explanation, Vince sipped from the coffee which had cooled down. "You are now the hero of Meltor. The Magic Society and royal family won't like you leaving the kingdom. How are you planning to go abroad?"

It was a reasonable fact. Theo's status had increased after confronting the monster called Pride and becoming the national guest of Elvenheim. There was no way to guarantee his safety outside the kingdom.

If Andras' Knights of Shade had an assassination list, the name 'Theodore Miller' would probably be among the top five of the list.

For that reason, Theo had only one person he could depend on. He was the culmination of power in Meltor and the only one who could command all four tower masters.

"I have no choice but to ask His Majesty directly."

Chapter 120 – Book Eating Magician (3)

Kurt III had taken the throne with the support of all the magic towers, led by the great magician Blundell. When Kurt III was crowned, he had been but a puppet king of the Magic Society in many ways. He had been merely 20 when he reached the throne of the magic kingdom and jumped directly onto the battlefield against the Andras Empire.

After decades of washing away blood, the boy king had grown into a king with sober eyes. He used strong soldiers and a system of reward and punishment. His rule absolutely adhered to these two principles, and the kingdom had now reached its greatest heyday since its founding.

He was a ruler who stuck to these principles but didn't forget to understand the ecology of magicians and that he could be flexible. This was the ideal ruler for the current Meltor Kingdom, Kurt III.

Theodore had grown up knowing about Kurt III's achievements.

'If they persuade him with proper logic and rationales, he will listen to the words of a person below him.'

Then the problems which Theodore needed to solve was narrowed down to one. The question wasn't how to persuade the king, but how to talk to the king alone. Theodore had some accomplishments which raised his status, but it was still difficult to meet the king personally. It was only possible for the tower masters and the top nobles of the kingdom.

However, his worries were for nothing as shortly thereafter, Kurt III asked Theodore to join him for dinner.

"Theodore, it is time."

It was a place where other nobles or servants wouldn't be present, so confidential matters could be discussed. Theodore, who wanted to avoid the attention of others as much as possible, accepted the invitation without hesitation. He had no idea that things would be resolved so easily.

Thanks to that, he opened the door with a much lighter heart.

"Yes, I'll go straight away."

The middle-aged man waiting for Theo was the one who had delivered Kurt III's invitation. The royal chamberlain, Douglas, was a person who had risen from being a commoner to being the closest to the king. He was unusual as he gave off an impression that made people comfortable.

"I will guide you there. Ah, if your body feels uncomfortable…"

"It's okay."

"Then we will proceed as scheduled. Follow me please."

Theo was a young man of a lower standing, but Douglas' attitude didn't shake at all. He didn't care if Theo was a hero or young. Douglas just served with an attitude that didn't mix in any personal feelings. This faithfulness to his duties was probably what had caught Kurt III's eyes.

In any case, all the preparations were over.

"His Majesty is waiting inside."

Douglas stopped in front of a gorgeously lavish guarded door. The patterns symbolizing the magic towers were harmoniously intertwined with the patterns symbolizing the royal family.

It meant that neither side was above or below the other and that they were both the pillars of the Meltor Kingdom. These patterns might be sensitive to some authoritarian nobles, but it made independent magicians feel a strong sense of belonging.

Beyond this, the man standing at the top of the Meltor Kingdom was waiting.

'…Let's go.' Theodore placed his hand on the lavish door without shrinking back from nerves.

Was there weight reduction magic on the door? Compared to the weight he'd expected, the door under his palm was much lighter. It was huge, but he had no problem pushing open the door.

The scene beyond the door unfolded silently.

"Eek."

Theodore forgot all the words he planned in advance.

* * *

Theodore had no idea how the situation had flowed into this direction.

It was good that he had achieved his purpose of meeting Kurt III in isolation. The meeting place was also quite good. It was a restaurant in the palace where no one could eavesdrop—the chamberlain's restaurant.

However, he never thought there would be such a variable.

"Now, ahh—" Veronica placed a big chunk of meat on her fork and extended it to Theodore's mouth.

It was a well-known action used by parents for their children… or between lovers. It wasn't to be used at a royal restaurant, right in front of the king's watchful eye.

"T-Tower Master."

"What, do you dislike me feeding you?"

"That isn't…"

The dour expression placed a high pressure on him, making it hard to turn her down. Theo eventually ate the meat that Veronica gave him while feeling like a child. A place for a serious conversation had turned into this.

Fortunately, Kurt III interrupted the interesting exchange between the two of them. "Haha, this is the first time I've seen this. Veronica doesn't take care of anyone, so she must be quite taken with you Theodore."

"Y-Your Majesty!"

"Don't be shy. I called this tomboy here for you to relax, so please do so."

So, the culprit was the king. This caused Theo to sneak glances at him. Even Veronica didn't dare interrupt the king's meal without permission. This meant that she had been given permission in advance or that she'd been invited.

Well, Kurt III seemed to have invited her because he thought Theo would be nervous if it were just him. In a sense, it was a small consideration, but it turned out this way.

Theo sighed deeply, looking like a person who didn't get a good night's sleep.

'Well, it can't be helped.'

Additionally, there was a chance that Veronica would side with him.

The situation was different from what he'd expected beforehand, but it didn't change what he needed to do. He conversed with the two of them while waiting for the right time to bring out the topic.

'I don't know if it'll be more appropriate to talk about it after a few dishes and drinks…'

They talked about what had happened in Elvenheim. Theo described the five, out of six, high elves he'd met. He also mentioned the power of a guardian's arrow.

During the description of the close battle with Laevateinn, the thirsty Veronica and Kurt III often emptied and refilled their drinks. One person was a ruler of a country, while the other was too strong to go on adventures. Therefore, they felt satisfied hearing his stories.

By the time Theo's eventful tale stopped, the desserts and tea were brought out.

Kurt III exhaled and muttered in a weak voice, "…How great. I also want to live like you."

"I am undeserving of those words."

"It is a good thing that I issued you the national treasure. Someone might say that I had a vision, but it was just luck. This is why the king shouldn't be stingy." Kurt III took another gulp of alcohol and placed his empty glass on the table.

The king had already gone through a few bottles with Veronica, but his purple eyes weren't shaken at all. His expression was as attentive as always as he asked Theo, "So, what do you wish for now?"

"…!?"

"Don't say there is nothing. At the very least, you must be thinking about something inwardly. I've listened to your story happily, but that isn't the point of this dinner."

Theodore bowed his head as he struggled not to reveal the astonishment on his face. He was worried about showing a disgraceful expression in front of the king. Kurt III had a friendly presence, but Theo was still below him. This was the man who had brought Meltor to its golden age. Theo's ignorance about this area gave him a weakness.

Fortunately, he managed to maintain his composure due to training his mental power steadily after absorbing Umbra.

"…I'll be honest." It meant nothing to avoid it now. Theo realized this fact and opened his mouth to explain.

Regardless of who spoke first, the hierarchy here didn't change. Right now, although he was a hero and worshipped in this country, he still had to ask for his wish in a respectful way.

After his words, the faces of the two people stiffened slightly.

Veronica didn't say anything, while Kurt III asked with a puzzled expression on his face, "Leave? At this time?"

Looking at Theodore Miller's life, this was the most effective time to raise his status. He had the biggest merit in the Elvenheim mission. Theo was a hero who had embarrassed the Andras Empire and elevated the kingdom's status. If Theodore captured this opportunity correctly, he could become a marquis or an earl. No, he could get away from the nobility and receive the treatment of an elder in the Magic Society.

Kurt continued in a voice which showed his lack of understanding, "You made a big achievement with the book you took from the Zero Library last time. It is now a completed version of 'Battle Song,' and Meltor's military power has increased by nearly 10% thanks to that."

It was a feat which had raised Theodore up to the Superior rank in the shortest period of time. Nobody cared even about the excuse he'd made that the original book had been damaged in the process.

Theodore's existence was like a good luck charm for the Meltor Kingdom. The royal family and nobles increased their favorability toward Theo and would give him rewards.

"So, I will give you the right to take another book from the Zero Library."

"..."

"It isn't just one book. As a Prime, you have the right to freely rent any books in there. Isn't it much more efficient to train in such a rich environment?"

"…Your Majesty." Theo understood Kurt III's feelings.

From the standpoint of his country, Kurt III couldn't let Theo go so easily.

The king wasn't concerned about betrayal. However, Theo was confirmed to be a tower master candidate by Veronica and was a national guest of Elvenheim. So, it was uncomfortable to place such excellent timber outside his field of view. The king was also worried about the empire, who would be furious after this incident.

However, Theodore didn't bend in his wish. "Your Majesty, please understand my heart."

"You…"

"Additionally, I've already got a clue about the 6th Circle. I realized that the experience I gained from the mission is the foundation for it, and it is different from wrestling with ink in my room."

Theo raised his head and confronted Kurt III's grim gaze. There wasn't any killing intent or fighting spirit in Theo's eyes, but it made the person facing him feel a strong will. A heavy expression appeared on Kurt III's face as he turned toward Veronica, who had been struggling for a while.

The moment that Theodore's expression was darkening…

"-Hoo, I don't know," Kurt III muttered.

All of a sudden, something flew toward Theo.

Tak.

The item which came from Kurt III was caught by Theo. It was a heavy metal, but it was thin and filled with magic power. This bracelet, bare of any decorations, was an accessory the king had worn.

Before Theodore could ask what it was, Kurt muttered in a low voice, "It is a self-defense artifact made by the Yellow Tower Master. I don't know if it will help you, but it is better than nothing."

"Y-Your Majesty."

"As soon as you leave this room, you will be struck with inspiration and won't leave your laboratory for a few months. It isn't an uncommon phenomenon. Isn't that right?"

"…Yes, that's right," Theo agreed, noticing the meaning behind the king's words.

Theodore Miller was too famous. If he left the kingdom without thinking, he would have to pay attention to assassins and spies.

So, he should cover up his tracks. Using the fact that magicians were often shut up in a room while involved in research, they would make it seem like Theo was still in Meltor. It wasn't a perfect camouflage, but it would buy him some time.

In other words, it was the same as allowing Theodore to leave.

After making the drastic decision, Kurt touched his left forearm a few times. Then he turned toward Theo and said, "Then it is time for you to go. There is a lot of preparation needed to stay in a room for a few months."

"…Thank you for your kind words, Your Majesty," Theo replied in a small, trembling voice before leaving.

The benefits which Kurt III mentioned were privileges that hardly anyone else enjoyed. Theo could rent books from the Zero Library freely, and he would be treated as an elder. It was a huge kindness that the king had granted Theo's request.

Theo's heart was beating wildly, and a strange heat spread from it.

He now understood why so many people praised the cold Kurt III.

* * *

After Theodore left the room, Kurt III and Veronica were silent. They sipped their bitter tea and swallowed it. Then they bit and swallowed their sweet dessert. This process was repeated again and again until someone opened their mouth.

"…It is surprising."

"Huh?" Veronica looked at Kurt with confusion.

"I thought you would say that you want to follow him. It is rare for the Red Tower Master to do any work directly. I was going to allow it if you grabbed my collar and shook me."

The Blue Tower Master and Red Tower Master… It would be painful for one of the two pillars of the Meltor Kingdom to leave for a short time, but that was how valuable Theodore Miller was.

Theo was a magician who seemed blessed by the heavens. He had become stronger at a faster rate than anybody else, leaving behind achievements which were usually seen in the old stories. Theo was a youth who was following the footsteps of a 'hero.'

Veronica looked down with a strange expression. "Umm, I wanted to follow him too."

"But?"

"I was going to go with him when I was struck with a thought. I don't want to deal with him at this age."

This time, Kurt III was the one who made a strange expression. "Was there an incident?"

"I thought he would catch up with me in 10 years, but it now seems more like 5 years." As she said so, she licked her dry lips lightly. The sight of the red tongue moving smoothly could shake the heart of any man.

Even though it was only a quarter, she was the great magician who had inherited the lineage of a red dragon. The desires and passion running through her blood could never be compared to men and women of the human species. It was the fate of every generation of draconians to ignite desire in both men and women.

Veronica's instincts, inherited from her blood, were thrilled.

"…Perhaps I won't be able to call him a kid anymore."

Her heart beat violently as she looked at the door through which Theo had left.