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Chapter 32
“You said that because I’m not a mage, I wouldn’t even know the ‘M’ in magic. But it seems that even Lord Goldsun doesn’t know. You spoke as if you were an expert.”
“How dare you speak so rudely….”
“Isn’t it true? Calling someone a half-wit and insulting the House of Cascadia—there should be a limit. And yet, you—a bookish scholar—dare to act so arrogantly? Should I throw a glove at you?”
Melissa’s provocations and sharp remarks didn’t stop.
As her presence grew more intense, even Goldsun flinched and had to shut his mouth.
Even Duke Berli and the royal mage, Count Bardal, wore expressions as if they were questioning, Was she always this kind of person?
“Kh… Ahem!!”
Marquis Vider could do nothing but let out an uncomfortable cough.
Meanwhile, Goldsun Vider glared at the stone with a hardened face before responding.
“I… I understand!”
He declared confidently.
“I can solve this.”
His eyes darted around before he hastily pulled out his staff.
“From now on, I will sever the resonance between His Majesty and this cursed creature and perform a purification spell. If holy magic is ineffective for purification, then an approach using necromantic magic should suffice.”
After taking a deep breath, he continued with conviction.
“I am a 4th-circle necromancer. I have practiced purification magic to the point of exhaustion. However, to accomplish this, I need the assistance of esteemed mages.”
“Our assistance?”
“Yes. It seems the so-called ‘half-wit’ of Cascadia managed to grasp the purpose by sheer luck, but for the purification to be successful, skilled experts—meaning all of you—must assist me… Ugh?!”
He let out a scream as he staggered.
“……”
At the same time, suspicion flickered across the faces of Count Bardal, Farell Berli, and even Duke Berli.
Can this fool, who’s acting on his own, really be trusted?
However, despite appearances, he was a royal-certified 4th-circle necromancer.
Though 4th-circle might seem low, it was far from insignificant.
In truth, reaching the 4th circle at such a young age—disregarding external factors like elixirs or exceptional mentors—still meant he was a genius.
Since the Bata Kingdom had a weak foundation in magic, even producing a 5th-circle mage was a challenge.
Given those circumstances, the words of a rare 4th-circle necromancer naturally carried weight.
“Are you truly confident?”
“Urgh… Yes, Father. I have memorized purification magic to the point of exhaustion.”
As he confidently began casting a large-scale spell, the surrounding mages subtly moved to assist him.
“Hey, Leon.”
Melissa, who had been observing the scene, asked cautiously.
“What?”
“Can he actually pull it off?”
At her question, I quietly analyzed his magic.
Though he had embedded foreign elements into the circle to push beyond his 4th-circle limits, he wouldn’t be able to reach the 5th circle.
Even so, a 4th-circle necromancer's fundamental skills wouldn’t just disappear.
The amount of necromantic mana needed to lift the curse was around 1st or 2nd circle.
In reality, no more than that was required.
Yet, from my perspective, his methods were completely incomprehensible.
‘Why is he doing it like that?’
Magic was the culmination of humanity’s collective wisdom—a vast compilation of accumulated knowledge.
Compared to that, a solitary mage who had built his own magic from the ground up should be at a disadvantage.
But his magic was too crude.
No, beyond crude—it was fundamentally flawed.
“Ugh?! The mana consumption is too severe! Is this really the correct method?!”
“I can do it!”
As his purification magic intensified, King Oliad's body began to convulse.
“Something… something is wrong!!”
“No! This is part of the purification process! Restrain His Majesty!”
As the situation grew more dire, Melissa poked my side again.
“This… is this the proper method?”
“The proper method, my ass. His magic is full of holes. What the hell happened to the collective intelligence that built our magical system?”
At my muttering, the Librarian suddenly projected a rare message.
[You built everything on your own. Every aspect of magic carries your understanding.]
And?
What does that matter?
[But for ordinary humans, they merely inherited the knowledge accumulated by their predecessors. They did not pioneer it themselves, so their perspective cannot be the same as yours.]
I suppose their understanding might be similar to mine.
But this situation suggests a deeper issue.
Oh.
Finally, I started to understand.
I was literally a living history of magic.
They, on the other hand, were merely observers of history.
1+1 is 2.
Everyone knows this.
But how many have actually proven it themselves?
They hadn’t experienced the contradictions, questions, and deeper understandings that came with the process.
As time passed, established theories often lost some of their original meaning.
Swordsmanship, martial arts, necromantic magic—everything I had learned in the Labrynthos was the same.
Every technique contained layers of wisdom, rationale, and expertise that one could only comprehend by fully understanding its foundation.
And the difference that this created was enormous.
“If we leave this alone, someone’s going to die.”
“What? Then we have to stop it!”
“Does this matter to you?”
At my question, she nodded firmly.
“If something happens to His Majesty, it’ll affect the House of Cascadia too.”
“Then we can’t just let this slide.”
The more stable Cascadia was, the more comfortable my life would be.
At her request, I clapped my hands lightly.
Paang!!!
Instead of circle magic, waves of raw necromantic mana burst forth, enveloping and consuming Goldsun Vider’s spell.
There was no need for complexity.
Since his magic was forcibly invoked, it had countless weak points.
“Uh… Uhhh?!”
The surrounding mages were utterly confused by the sudden, inexplicable shift in the situation.
“W-What is happening?!”
“That’s enough.”
Clap!!
As soon as the sound of another clap echoed, the magic dispersed as if it had been a lie.
The spell, which had been barely maintained, was canceled due to interference.
Everyone’s gaze turned to me.
“Were you trying to kill him? Who performs a purification spell like that?”
“What did you say?! What would a brat like you know!!”
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Goldsun Vider, enraged at having his knowledge and mastery dismissed, stormed toward me and grabbed me by the collar.
“Do you even understand what you’ve done?! A curse is a very delicate technique! If you fail even slightly, it can become so tangled that purification may become impossible!”
“That’s true.”
“I don’t know how you managed to dispel the spell, but because of you—!”
I casually grabbed the hand that was clutching my collar.
“W-What?!”
With just a slight application of force, I broke his grip and flung him aside.
“You should be grateful. You were about to lose your head under suspicion of regicide, but I saved you.”
At my words, Count Bardal turned to check the king’s condition.
And his face turned deathly pale.
“T-This can’t be. The situation has gotten even worse!!”
His exclamation silenced everyone.
“Goldsun… what is the meaning of this?”
“That’s impossible… The purification spell should have worked properly! Father! This is unjust! I cast the purification spell correctly! Y-Yes! That fool interfered—ugh!!”
This time, it wasn’t an invisible bullet that struck him.
Vider Marquis had slapped him across the face.
“You foolish brat…”
No one could deny that if the magic had continued, the situation would have worsened.
“Leon Cascadia, I assume this means you can resolve it?”
Marquis Vider now turned his gaze toward me, targeting me with sharp eyes.
“Do you think purification magic is a cure-all?”
“Hah! You sure know how to dress up an admission of failure.”
Ignoring his words, I approached the king.
Right now, King Oliad was suffering from accumulated malice in his body due to exposure to multiple spell formations over a long period.
The curse didn’t just prevent him from controlling the malice—it actively blocked its natural expulsion from his body.
This led to malice poisoning and, eventually, the collapse of his body.
Usually, a curse like this, which accumulates malice, can be purified by neutralizing the malice itself.
Like pouring a base into an acid to create a neutral solution.
However, attempting to neutralize this particular curse carelessly would be like pouring more acid into acid.
Whoever set this up clearly anticipated that necromancers would try to use purification magic, so they had set up a trap.
But from my perspective, there was no need to engage in a complex magical power struggle to resolve this curse.
“Stop rambling with fancy words. If you don’t even know the solution, you’ll just end up exposing your ignorance—”
Snap!!
Just as Goldsun Vider shouted, still trying to preserve his pride, I snapped my fingers.
Whoever had placed the curse had laid multiple layered traps, but they had left one crucial flaw.
Snap!!
I snapped my fingers again, tuning my necromantic mana to draw out the malice.
Then, in an instant, I pushed it into the malice invading the king’s body.
“W-What are you doing?! Pouring malice into someone suffering from malice poisoning?!”
Complex magic?
Intricate spell formations?
This so-called refined magic was nothing more than a fragile house of cards.
As I manipulated my necromantic mana to hack into the curse controlling King Oliad, a set of previously invisible violet chains began manifesting around his body.
“T-This… What in the world…”
Once the shape was fully revealed, I wasted no time in seizing control of the curse.
Crash!!!
Then, I reversed the direction of the lingering malice inside the king’s body.
Like turning a faucet in the opposite direction.
As the malice that had been raging within King Oliad was suddenly freed from its restraints, it burst outward, dissipating into the air.
The remaining malice, unable to escape, was swiftly neutralized as the malice I had injected into him transformed into life force.
It resembled divine magic used by priests, though the methodology was slightly different.
Like neutralizing an acidic sea by dissolving alkaline substances into it, the king, who had been writhing in pain, gradually regained stability.
“H-Huh?”
“It broke… this easily?”
“What the…”
The mages were left dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what I had just done.
Among them, Farell was not just shocked but seemed to be analyzing the situation as it unfolded.
“Grand magic? No, this isn’t even magic. Just mana manipulation? How is something like this even possible?!”
Unlike the mages, the others had no idea what had just happened.
“Hey, Leon. What did you do to make them react like this?”
At last, Melissa cautiously asked, prompting me to think for a moment before offering an appropriate analogy.
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