Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 950

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Central Front Outskirts Fortress. Alpha Lane Forward Base, Paradox Blue.

Contrary to the grim rumors of a battlefield where people die, a blue meadow undulates on the outskirts of the fortress.

Lush woods. A warm breeze blowing.

Outside the wide-open fortress gates, children were playing, and civilians on picnics were occasionally seen.

A major stronghold among Ars Nova’s colonies where the light of prosperity has not yet faded.

A giant platinum pyramid floated in the sky above the stronghold city, which had established a living area based on the fortress.

Whoosh!

A floating fortress spanning hundreds of meters in size.

A magnificent appearance, like a small city, more than enough to accommodate thousands of people.

Deadrise Central Command 1st Command, Ultima Alert.

Unlike its gleaming platinum exterior, the reception room located in the deepest part of the headquarters was eerily quiet.

“The summit between the extreme ability users held in the satellite city of Etanok has just concluded,” Daymus said, placing the tablet he was holding on the table adapter in the reception room.

A quiet scene in the reception room where light and darkness were divided.

He quietly looked around the conference room, which was linear and rigid, with no curves.

“The summit has entered the final stage under the mediation of the Onyx clan. It is presumed that the parties involved have returned to their respective bases.”

Daymus’s voice echoed in the middle of the reception room, as if he were speaking to himself.

“The annihilation of Anatema, the 6th Apostle of the Order. Afterward, it seems that the corpse was recovered by Gyonroe…”

Daymus glanced at a corner of the reception room hidden in the darkness and nodded quietly.

“We have secured testimony that Major Peisha Greeceburn is accompanying him.”

“…”

The silence in the reception room grew heavier at Daymus’s report.

Guihee Peisha Greeceburn, who had returned to Vulcan first to construct the spirit satellite.

Peisha’s survival, who was known to have been defeated and killed in a one-on-one battle with Gyonroe, was now finally confirmed.

“Major Greeceburn is traveling with the mage who was known to have killed her…”

A middle-aged man with a shaved head, standing in the area of the reception room where light entered, crossed his arms.

The thick metal armor puffed out steam, assisting his movements.

A strange sight, as if he were forcibly discharging his immense power, unable to control it.

“This is unusual. Lieutenant General Daymus, can you tell us the details?”

“Lieutenant General Roberaide. The facts that can be known immediately are testimonies heard through a deal with the attendees of the summit, and the specific circumstances are…”

“Either way, isn’t it certain that Major Greeceburn is moving with Gyonroe?”

Roberaide looked around at the others in the reception room with a firm gaze.

“We should consider whether she was in collusion with that mage from the beginning.”

“…”

Peisha Greeceburn was a fierce general who had achieved countless feats on the battlefield as the vanguard of the Deadrise assault force.

She was also a superhuman from Vulcan, treated as the most sacred of the sacred within the legion.

Considering her background and achievements, it would not be strange if Peisha had been promoted to a rank higher than lieutenant general, but she remained at the rank of major.

This was because her innate nature was not suitable for the role of a commander leading the legion.

Rather, the fact that she was given the authority to move relatively freely under the legion as a major proves how special Peisha was treated within Deadrise.

And it was also a clear fact that there were those who did not look favorably on Peisha, who had a rough mouth and an almost arrogant personality.

Roberaide was one of the high-ranking generals who represented such public opinion within the legion.

“Given Major Greeceburn’s personality, she would never bow her head to the opponent who defeated her, even if it meant death. Isn’t it because she joined hands with Gyonroe from the beginning that she is alive?”

“…You know how loyal the major is to the legion.”

Daymus said, glancing at one side of the reception room shrouded in darkness.

“Please refrain from making hasty assumptions. It is more reasonable to assume that there is some reason.”

“Hmm… Lieutenant General Daymus is overestimating Major Greeceburn.”

Roberaide smiled leisurely.

“Do you really believe that she has the same cause as us?”

“Roberaide. Stop saying things you don’t mean.”

A middle-aged woman sitting cross-legged next to Daymus, smoking a cigarette, laughed.

The various scars etched on the woman’s face, who was loosely wearing a military uniform, made her impression even more menacing.

“You know that Major Peisha is not the type of person to live so complicatedly.”

Lieutenant General Mirva Neosoto, who leads the 4th Legion.

A retired soldier who was recruited into the legion as an ability user, and one of the very few talents within Deadrise who was granted independent operational authority.

She is a quick and agile person who took advantage of the situation by stationing her legion in front of the military city as soon as Yorta’s memorial tower collapsed.

The fact that she, who is always busy cooperating in all sorts of operations, is at this meeting is no coincidence.

That was proof that this summit held an important meaning within Deadrise.

“I understand that you want to balance the factions of the headquarters, but if you cross the line too much, you will be hated by the commanders.”

Mirva said, puffing out smoke as if she were puffing on the cigar in her mouth.

“You know that Major Greeceburn is a sore spot for the higher-ups. They are people who live by drinking memories, so we have to understand them.”

“I am not afraid of falling out of favor with the higher-ups. What I fear is that the legion’s flag will be directed towards the wrong place.”

Despite Mirva’s dissuasion, Roberaide was resolute.

“This legion has the power to march towards the center right now. If we are tied down by the life or death of one major, countless operational plans will be disrupted.”

“Lieutenant General, you have to speak clearly even if your mouth is crooked. This situation is not entirely due to our abilities.”

Mirva laughed heartily, puffing on her cigarette.

“It’s because the Order and the Alliance are tearing each other apart at this very moment. I heard a rumor that the substitute sorcerer was captured after a battle with the 7th Apostle and had his sorcery extracted alive-”

“No matter how much you try to change the subject, my intention is firm. It is unacceptable to turn the legion’s power towards Vulcan at this time!”

Whoosh!

As Roberaide raised one hand, the metal armor strongly tightened his arm and puffed out steam.

A violent movement as if he would not hesitate to use force to enforce his will.

Roberaide, who had been staring intently at Daymus, nodded.

“The operation that Lieutenant General Daymus is planning is the same.”

“…I didn’t know that Lieutenant General Roberaide already knew that far.”

Daymus covered his face with a tired look.

“The subjugation battle. Who told you?”

“My comrades who have shared life and death with me exist everywhere in the legion.”

Roberaide said with a determined face.

“All the warriors who are loyal to this legion are like my friends.”

“That doesn’t seem like a constructive answer when discussing the crime of leaking the operation.”

Even as Daymus said that, he was guessing how Roberaide had heard about the subjugation battle.

Lieutenant General Robert Roberaide is not only outstanding in his own martial prowess, but his command ability is also not inferior to other legion commanders.

However, his greatest weapon and ability is not his martial prowess or command ability, but his popularity that makes his subordinates follow him.

He is ambitious, proactive in all operations, and pushes his subordinates into dangerous situations without hesitation, but the same standard applies to the lieutenant general himself.

There are many people within the legion who follow a commander who takes on any difficult task himself if necessary.

Clearly, the information was leaked through someone who followed Roberaide from somewhere in the headquarters or the staff department.

“Regardless of how much the higher-ups cherish Major Greeceburn, the major’s life should not take precedence over the legion.”

Roberaide said, looking around the quiet reception room.

“All the resources of the legion must be used for the goal that the Marshal has declared. Even if the commanders dissuade us-”

“Is that so?”

Click!

At that moment, the darkness of the reception room receded, and a thin young man walked in.

Snow-white hair and a snow-white coat that matched his hair.

A greatsword, much larger than the thin young man’s height, swayed from his waist.

The moment he walked into the dark room, it was as if the air in the room was chillingly flashing.

Just by lightly looking around, a cold thought that seemed to cut through all the signs in this place swept in.

The other officers, recognizing the young man’s identity, all saluted and bowed their heads.

The young man, who openly ignored the surrounding officers’ salutes, stood in front of Roberaide.

“If you are so confident, why don’t you say it again in front of me?”

“…”

Roberaide swallowed his breath as he met the young man’s gaze, which flashed between his snow-white long hair.

“…Songha, Commander.”

“What is the goal that Ethan declared when he founded the legion? Tell me.”

Songha asked in a flat voice.

“I’m not very smart, so I don’t understand well. I would like to hear an explanation at this very moment.”

“…”

As is often the case with these kinds of questions, he is not really asking this question because he is curious.

It was not that he did not understand and was asking Roberaide.

“Commander. I am also not virtuous enough to teach anyone. But…”

Roberaide also knew that, so he gritted his teeth while enduring the thought that was pressing down on his shoulders.

“At least, I believe that it is not an act that disrupts the order of the military while violating the legion’s operational goals and priorities.”

“…”

Daymus sighed, and Mirva shook her head as if she couldn’t help it.

The attendants who were positioned behind the generals dropped their heads with pale faces, unable to even breathe.

“An act that disrupts the order of the military. Interesting.”

Songha asked with an expressionless face.

“Then, is what the lieutenant general is saying now a loyal advice for the legion, not an act of insubordination?”

“This legion is currently operating under the most rational operational plan in the central front.”

Roberaide said again in an atmosphere that was so rigid that it felt pale.

“In this situation, dividing our forces to save Major Greeceburn will inevitably lead to the weakening of the main force and the reduction of the front line. Wouldn’t this ultimately distance us from the complete control of the central front?”

“…”

“I ask you to reconsider your decision so that the deaths of the generals who have already sacrificed themselves for the legion will not be in vain.”

He is a steadfast soldier.

He is a great commander and a superior who cares for his subordinates.

“A rational decision. We have come this far by trampling and subjugating other warlords.”

But Songha smiled even though he knew that fact.

“It was the result of an irrational decision to incorporate enemies and traitors into the legion without discrimination. Aren’t you also a beneficiary of the legion’s irrationality?”

“…”

At that moment, the expressions of Daymus and Mirva, who had been listening to Songha’s answer, changed at the same time.

A calm and logical answer that could not have been expected from Songha before.

As soon as they recognized the incongruity, they realized why Songha had appeared here now.

“I understand the pride you have in the legion, but we have not changed at all, either now or in the past.”

Songha slowly turned around, leaving the silent Roberaide behind.

“We will seize the center and return to Vulcan. We plan to pick up all the failures and mistakes we have made there.”

“…”

“Now that Peisha’s survival has been confirmed, the subjugation operation drafted by Lieutenant General Daymus will proceed as planned. This is a confirmed matter.”

“Commander. But… !”

“Don’t worry. We won’t need to borrow the power of the 3rd Legion led by Lieutenant General Roberaide. There will be no weakening of the main force or reduction of the front line that the lieutenant general is worried about.”

Songha smiled brightly.

“I will go to the subjugation operation myself.”

“…!!!”

The reason why the commanders of Deadrise are composed of lieutenant generals is not for any other reason.

It is because the number of commanders is so small, and each individual has a very special position and ability, so they are not suitable for organizational activities.

However, conversely, it also meant that the power of one commander was equivalent to the value of one legion.

One of the top three forces in Deadrise, a massive legion alliance that currently dominates the center.

The commander, who is by far the most talented among the generals, has decided to move himself.

“Commander Songha… !”

“When the operation I am currently carrying out is finished, my last clone will return to Ultima Alert.”

Songha said with a smile, slowly patting his cheek.

“When all the forces are recovered and the operation is organized, we will depart to save Peisha.”

Songha is a level 8 physical ability user and a congenital ability user of clone ability.

He is a superhuman who divides his physical abilities and mind into three parts and moves for Deadrise’s special operations.

That Songha has already recovered one clone, and is planning to recover the last clone as well.

Only then did Roberaide realize that Songha had recovered more than half of his original intelligence, and his expression hardened.

“Commander.”

Mirva, who was smoking a cigarette with a strange expression, called out to Songha.

Only then did Songha recognize Mirva and waved his hand with a welcoming look.

“Ah, Lieutenant General Mirva. Thank you for your help in Yorta. Is the 4th Legion doing well?”

“It’s not doing well enough to be called like you’re asking about a neighbor’s dog.”

Mirva nodded with a gloomy smile.

“There are some things I would like to confirm in advance regarding the subjugation operation.”

“Is Lieutenant General Mirva also against this operation?”

“No. I’m in favor. If Lieutenant General Roberaide hadn’t been here, I would have voiced my opposition just for the sake of opposing…”

Mirva said leisurely, completely ignoring Roberaide’s reaction.

“Objectively speaking, Major Greeceburn’s power is an absolute plus factor. Considering the future war, we need at least one more fierce general like her, don’t you think?”

“You’re like a retired soldier. So?”

“However, I know that there are some procedures required for the commander’s large-scale operation organization when the Marshal is absent.”

Mirva asked.

“The approval of all the headquarters and staff departments. The consent of a majority of the three commanders. Considering the current situation of the legion, it would be impossible either way. Are you planning to ignore it and proceed?”

“No. Didn’t I say?”

Songha shook his head.

“I will follow the rules that Ethan himself declared. Because that’s why we created the legion.”

“Then… ?”

He is so anti-authoritarian and even pure that it is hard to believe that he is the commander of the legion running through the central front.

Even to Mirva Neosoto, who has been a soldier for decades, Songha’s attitude is still not adaptable.

But even so, this swordsman is one of the three commanders and reigns at the top of Deadrise.

That is because he possesses talent and aptitude that is so outstanding that none of the legion’s generals can catch up.

If it were Songha’s own talent, background, and achievements, his position would not be shaken even if he ignored military law.

But even Mirva, who was considering ignoring military law, could not help but be puzzled by Songha’s answer.

“I got the consent of another commander. Two have agreed, so I will ignore all the troublesome procedures. I will proceed as it is.”

“Another, commander… are you saying?”

Among the three commanders currently in Deadrise, only Songha is active in the field.

The other commander has not appeared in public for several years due to a long-term illness,

and the other commander has been wandering the continent without even holding a commander promotion ceremony.

How did Songha satisfy the rules that Marshal Ethan Bajur himself had declared but never kept?

Thud!

Such thoughts of Mirva disappeared completely the moment she saw someone who appeared from the darkness of the reception room.

Only then did Songha turn his gaze and smile.

“You’re late, Gilleon.”

“…!!!”

Ash-gray hair. Handsome features that look beautiful even though they are hidden in the shadows.

His thin figure sitting in a chair with dozens of thin tubes inserted all over his body.

A faint presence that even the generals had not noticed when he was in that place.

But the man hidden between the shadows did not answer Songha’s words.

He just raised his gaze with an expressionless face and narrowed his eyes as if looking at a very distant place.

In the quiet silence, the man muttered.

“I can hear a sound.”

“…What?”

Ignoring Songha’s bewildered question, Gilleon closed his eyes weakly.

“I can hear… the sound of wings that I miss.”

* * *

Crash!

Oliviera’s private laboratory.

An old library filled with mountains of ancient books and documents.

However, the bookshelves that should have been standing densely on both sides of the corridor were knocked over like dominoes,

and beyond the violently shaking veil, the rainbow-colored eyes were flashing chaotically as if in anger.

In front of such a veil, Lenok, with his ironclad wings spread wide, was slowly shaking his wingtips.

Under the wings rotating in the shape of solid iron armor, Peisha, with a pale face, was lying down and cursing.

“You son of a bitch…”

[Whatever you were going to say, why don’t you tell me again.]

Oliviera’s cold telepathy poured down on Lenok’s head, who had spread his ironclad wings wide.

[What did you say about Anatema’s causality?]

“Well, I’m sorry to say this.”

Lenok smiled and slowly shook his ironclad wings.

“The price has gone up a bit in the last few days.”