Golden Mage - Chapter 93

Volume 4, Episode 3

The Duke of Tengenvali gave the order.

“I entrust this task to all of you. It is a plan that embodies the desires of us all, so use all your strength to make it happen. However, if it seems like we won’t succeed as Lord Brellkend predicted, we must withdraw immediately. This matter is a matter of secrecy. Understood?”

The three Counts bowed deeply and responded vigorously.

“We will keep it in mind.”

“Good, then let’s begin the plan. To ensure confidentiality, none of the nobles gathered here shall leave the capital until the plan is successfully completed. Understand?”

“We understand!”

All the nobles present responded energetically. Observing their spirited demeanor, the Duke of Tengenvali chuckled.

“Now, let’s wait here and raise a toast, haha!”

Similar to the First Prince, the Second Prince’s faction was also celebrating their victory with a sense of joy, as if they were the winners with a different solution.

After the meeting, late at night, in the study of Viscount Brellkend.

The viscount, who had not yet married and led a quiet life, was fondly touching his wine glass while gazing at the night view. There was a smile on his lips, but it conveyed a completely different feeling compared to the smile he showed during the meeting.

Viscount Brellkend took a sip of wine and let out a bitter laugh.

“Hahaha! Humans are indeed amusing. Those who are getting old, seeking power or clinging to their positions full of vanity, all of them are quite entertaining.”

Then he extended his other hand and clenched it in the air.

Then he burst into laughter again.

“Come to think of it, those seeking power or clinging to their positions aren’t much different from me. I find enjoyment in mixing with those lower beings and fighting them.”

Viscount Brellkend looked up at the sky.

As he gazed at the sparkling stars against the dark backdrop, he mumbled.

“Something big will happen soon. And a storm of blood will blow. A very big storm, huhu!”

His laughter spread faintly around him with an eerie aura.

Chapter 2: Investing in the Future

“……”

El sat quietly, closing his eyes.

What he was doing now was a deep meditative breath, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that he excelled at it, considering he was the prime contributor to El’s current state.

A considerable amount of time had passed since the attack on the Holy See.

While the Holy Empire was busy devising countermeasures, El quietly retreated to his training room and immersed himself in his training.

Currently, El was challenging the 8th-class realm.

There were only ten 8th-class mages on the entire continent.

Their power was so extraordinary that they could contend with Grand Masters and surpass them in terms of versatility.

Artifacts created by 8th-class mages held tremendous value, even for trivial ones, and aspiring mages gathered in the thousands to learn their theories.

And that wasn’t all.

In the Empire, 8th-class mages were treated even better than Dukes.

While El was indeed much stronger than the usual 7th-class mages, he knew he still fell short of the Grand Masters and 8th-class mages. Against them, he could only be at a disadvantage.

Especially for mages, the difference was quite significant. As 8th-class mages could cast 6th-class spells with just the activation words, 7th-class mages were often helpless and overwhelmed.

Of course, with the massively shortened magic thanks to Earth’s math, El might be able to put up a fight against 8th-class mages. However, he was well aware that if 8th-class magic hit even the Grand Masters, it would be an instant kill. That’s how incredible the power of 8th-class magic was.

El’s enemies were formidable. The Grand Master, several Masters, and an army of 10,000 expert knights led by Grand Master Diard Brellkend, and an army of 300,000 holy knights. It was undoubtedly one of the most powerful enemies on the continent.

To face such enemies, he had to get stronger. No matter how strong the Golden Knight was, there was still one of the Three Sacred Treasures possessed by Grand Master Diard Brellkend. As long as it existed, the Golden Knight couldn’t exert all its power.

“…I should wait until Blade is complete.”

As he got up from his seat, El murmured to himself.

He had been devoted to training for quite some time, but the path to the 8th-class realm seemed distant.

However, it wasn’t all in vain. While quietly training, El started to see the things he had missed during that time.

Thanks to that, his understanding of each magic improved, and his casting time became slightly faster, which was an achievement in itself.

“It’s a good sign, but it’s not enough. I need to reach the 8th-class as soon as possible…”

Although he thought he should let go of his obsession with reaching the 8th-class, he couldn’t do so easily when the situation called for it.

“Let go of the obsession. Let’s do our best with what we can do now.”

After all, today’s focused training was over. He had hoped he could achieve the 8th-class during this period of time, but it turned out that the 8th-class realm wasn’t that easily attainable even with focused training.

El left the training room and went straight to find Ceph.

Ceph was delighted to see his son after a long time.

With her ever-glowing and beautiful face, she welcomed El.

“Come on in. So, did you achieve something in your training?”

At Ceph’s question, El awkwardly smiled.

“If you call it an achievement… yes, I did. But I couldn’t surpass the next stage.”

She nodded.

“Yes, the stronger the desire for the next stage, the further away it seems. I believe you are wise, El. You should be satisfied with what you’ve achieved. Being impatient may cause your skills to regress.”

Hearing Ceph’s words, El smiled wryly and nodded.

“Yes, thank you, Mom.”

“Don’t mention it. I am your mother, after all.”

The warm atmosphere between them enveloped them in coziness.

Enjoying that moment for a while, El smiled broadly and asked Ceph.

“But by the way, is everything ready as I requested?”

“Ah, yes… Everything is ready. I aligned it in the direction where the wind blows the most. But what do you plan to use it for?”

Not knowing what El was thinking, Ceph raised her eyebrows.

El chuckled playfully.

“Well, how can I put it? It’s like bringing a storm of revolution to the continent.”

“A storm?”

Not knowing what El was thinking, Ceph merely nodded curiously.

El confirmed what he asked Ceph for and immediately headed to the upper level of the Divine Bell.

The Divine Bell welcomed El, setting aside all the busy tasks just for him.

“Welcome.”

“I seem to have chosen the wrong time to visit, considering how busy you are.”

With just a quick look around, El could tell the atmosphere, and thus he mumbled to himself.

“There’s no way that’s possible. Isn’t the expansion of the Divine Bell and the increasing workload all thanks to El-nim? Also, this Divine Bell is now firmly yours. You don’t need to feel any pressure.”

“Divine Bell? Since you say so, El-nim, I am very curious about all the businesses you’ve conducted.”

El tilted his head.

“There was such a thing? Well, let me tell you…”

As his story progressed, Deville’s eyes widened, and before he knew it, he was nodding along in agreement.

“…….”

Once El finished his story, Deville was left with his mouth wide open, staring at El.

It was indeed an astonishing business.

Deville wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

“It’s truly a remarkable business. With this level of success… you can easily rise to the top ten of the continent’s top leaders.”

El lowered his head modestly.