Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 1147

The day after discussing the Kabahim monarch and the remains of the dead god, Lennok stood in the training grounds on the outskirts of the royal castle, a place built for the knights’ training.

Thud!

A magic thread, snagged on a protruding stone, quickly contracted.

Gripping the magic threads with both hands, pulling them in a cross, light flashed from all directions.

He slid past the swords of two knights swinging from his sides, deflecting them in different directions.

Fwoooosh!

With a deafening sound, shockwaves spread out from Lennok, both in front and behind him.

“Tch…!!”

The knights clicked their tongues, twisting their bodies while gripping their swords, rotating around Lennok at tremendous speed.

The dirt floor of the training ground exploded in succession, raising pillars of sand, and amidst them, silver blades flashed.

Cutting through the hazy sandstorm, the knights accelerated, bouncing between the outer wall and the floor of the training ground.

However, Lennok deflected all the sword strikes of the two knights attacking from both sides without moving from his spot.

Fwoosh! Fwoosh! Fwoosh!

Circular shockwaves overlapped and burst dozens of times in the air between Lennok and the two knights.

The knights’ swords were violently repelled without even reaching Lennok’s close range.

In the rapidly intersecting flashes of sword light and magic threads, time seemed to have stopped.

The expressions of the knights, who were slowly accelerating on either side of Lennok, were filled with astonishment.

“No way. What kind of swordsmanship is that…!!”

“How can he use spells so quickly-”

Swish!

Before the words could even finish, a magic thread shot out, grazing the cheeks of the two knights and bouncing away.

The strands, pulled taut like a bowstring, intricately intertwined in the air, pulling each other and instantly seizing the two knights’ bodies.

Only then did the knights regain their senses and begin to draw up their magic power with all their might.

Lennok, wielding the magic threads like a whip, and the high-ranking knights, accelerating and swinging their swords to avoid the trajectory.

Even while matching the speed of Lennok’s magic threads with their bare bodies, their sense of balance did not waver in the slightest.

At the end of the rapid exchange, where the surrounding scenery appeared hazy, the two knights simultaneously twisted their bodies and took a stance.

Clang!

Stepping back two steps, they drew their swords. They channeled their magic power with all their might, launching attacks at an invisible speed.

[Crescent Moon]

[Shooting Star]

The sword light curved as it was swung, cutting through the air.

A lunge that accelerated, pushing the weight of their entire bodies forward like a cannonball.

The moment the flashing sword light fell like a downpour, carving a clear sword line on the ground.

[Open Heavenly Gate]

A huge, inverted triangular shield unfolded in front of Lennok, receiving all the sword strikes head-on.

Kwaaaang!!!!

The moment the sword energy and the Heavenly Gate’s shield collided, a circular shockwave erupted, shaking the training ground greatly.

However, despite receiving the sword strikes almost simultaneously, the surface of the shield was not even scratched.

The knights, seeing the violently vibrating shield, raised their swords with hardened expressions.

“That’s enough.”

“…!!”

Lennok, using Blink to instantly close the gap between the two knights, extended his hand to the side.

Kagagagak!!!!

The black magic threads wrapped around his left arm rotated at an incredible speed, covering Lennok’s left hand.

The moment he clenched his left hand, hidden by the black rings, as if gripping a fist, a glass-like light was grasped.

The two knights were flung in different directions, crashing down at tremendous speed.

Kwaaaaaang!!!!

The shock of the training ground, built outside the royal castle for the knights’ training, shook violently.

“Ugh…!!”

“Ugh, my back…”

Amidst the scattering dust, the two knights groaned as they struggled to get up.

A young man with a short, thin blonde haircut, looking like a delinquent.

A sturdy-looking giant, groaning while clutching his back.

“Let’s take a break and start again.”

Lennok, standing in the middle of the training ground, said as he slowly dusted off his hands.

“If we continue practicing like this, I might lose control and kill you.”

“What?”

The blonde youth’s eyebrows twitched at Lennok’s words, and he turned his head sharply.

The youth spat on the dirt floor and stared at Lennok with a sullen expression.

“No, Bloodline. It’s not fair to say that. You were the one who said you wanted to try out His Majesty’s gift, so we were helping you.”

“So what?”

Lennok scoffed.

“It’s not my fault that you guys can’t be proper sparring partners.”

“No, you’ve been beating us to a pulp, and now you’re saying that…!!”

“Lyle, he is His Majesty’s guest.”

The giant, dusting himself off, called out to the blonde youth and turned around.

“With your rude way of speaking, it’s only natural that the noble guest would misunderstand. It would be better if you said nothing at all.”

“Damn it, Albion, how good are you at talking?”

They were exchanging grumbling words, but Lennok knew well how skilled the two knights he had just faced were.

Although it was a light sparring match, they were knights who could engage in a proper exchange with Lennok, even for a short time.

Even though they had been slammed into the ground without any armor to protect their bodies, neither of them had a single scratch.

Among the knights of Kabahim, they were undoubtedly the strongest in terms of experience and talent.

Lyle Calberg, the 7th Knight Commander of the Royal Capital’s Ten Divisions.

Albion Royce, the 9th Knight Commander of the Royal Capital’s Ten Divisions, directly under the Royal Castle.

After discussing the dead god, Aron had assigned these knight commanders of the royal capital to guard Lennok.

A lavish and extravagant treatment, assigning the strongest warriors of the royal capital as personal bodyguards.

However, Lennok knew that this treatment also included the purpose of surveillance to prevent the Bloodline of the Half-Bow from escaping.

“But the martial prowess you show is truly admirable.”

A sharp-looking woman, who had been watching the sparring from outside the training ground, said.

Floria, the 4th Knight Commander, who had slowly walked over, smiled at Lennok.

“I never dreamed that a noble bloodline would possess such outstanding skills.”

“Enough with the useless talk, let’s start again.”

Lennok rotated the magic threads wrapped around his left arm and glanced sideways.

“I think I can get the hang of it if I do it a little more.”

He had been sparring with the knights for almost half a day, but this sparring was the result of Lennok’s request, not the knight commanders’.

The knights had expressed reluctance, but they could not refuse Lennok’s pretext of wanting to use the shield he had received from Aron.

After beating the passive knights a few times, they had become eager and were actively attacking, as seen in the previous sparring match.

However, Lennok’s request for sparring under the pretext of the Heavenly Gate was not just because he wanted to fight the knights.

‘It seems like it’s possible to use the Forbidden Weapon while hiding it.’

Clang!

Lennok pondered, looking at the glass-like gauntlet hidden among the bundles of magic threads wrapped around his left arm.

‘If I wrap the magic threads to hide its shape and presence, and manipulate perception, I might be able to use the gauntlet while hiding it…’

Until now, he had only used the Forbidden Weapon for firepower, so he hadn’t paid much attention to it.

However, if Lennok intended to cooperate with Aron’s plan, he needed to refine the usage of the Forbidden Weapon more precisely.

‘If Aron finds out about the existence of the Forbidden Weapon in this situation, my options will be greatly narrowed.’

The Forbidden Weapon, made from the Bloodline of the Half-Bow, was a divine artifact that allowed him to manipulate spells in the realm of concepts.

If Lennok were to open the [Gate], he would inevitably have to use the Forbidden Weapon in the process,

but if Aron were to discover the Forbidden Weapon, it would be revealed that Lennok was not of the Bloodline of the Half-Bow.

To accompany Aron while hiding his identity, he had to use the Forbidden Weapon in front of him without revealing its existence.

The Ten Division Knight Commanders were all high-ranking physical ability users, monsters who had amplified their physical abilities several times through the blessings of the royal capital.

If he could use the Forbidden Weapon while concealing its presence against these superhumans, he might be able to hide it even in front of Aron.

Fortunately, after several trials and errors, he was beginning to get a rough idea of how to handle the gauntlet.

‘The Forbidden Weapon is a medium for manipulating spells, replacing magic threads. If you are aware of it, you can manipulate vague or comprehensive concepts.’

This gauntlet, made from the Bloodline of the Half-Bow, was a very powerful manipulation spell and a proxy for spells in itself.

Therefore, Lennok, wearing the gauntlet, could [grip] or [wield] all sorts of phenomena and concepts without using magic threads.

It was a divine artifact that could be applied in countless ways, except for the fact that it consumed a vast amount of magic power and will.

The reason he had requested sparring with the knights under the pretext of the Heavenly Gate was to see if Lennok could deceive even the perception of the high-ranking knights,

but the other knight commanders seemed to be so impressed with Lennok’s abilities from the current sparring that they did not notice that fact.

“To use such heavy and cumbersome armor so skillfully… it’s truly amazing.”

The large knight, Albion, looked at Lennok with a surprised expression, carrying his greatsword on his back.

“It’s really difficult to acquire skills or experience through sparring rather than actual combat. The great blood seems to be different from ordinary humans like me.”

“I want to try changing opponents this time.”

Lennok, ignoring Albion’s words, gestured towards the outside of the training ground.

“Who is the strongest among those three?”

Three knight commanders were standing at the end of the fortress outside the training ground, looking this way.

A cold-looking young man with dark blue hair. An old man with gray hair. A smiling boy.

Like the ones gathered here, he had seen those knights once in the audience chamber.

Among them, the boy knight, Uzel, had even spoken to Lennok while guiding him to the royal armory.

“Bloodline. I apologize, but they probably won’t be able to participate in the sparring you desire.”

However, Floria shook her head at Lennok’s words with a troubled expression.

“The knight divisions they command are not directly under the royal capital, and they are forbidden from drawing their swords near the royal palace.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll be your opponents as long as you want, until you want to stop.”

Clang!

Lyle, drawing a long sword from his waist, grinned.

“If it’s His Majesty’s order, I can be beaten all day long. But I can’t die.”

“That’s an interesting answer.”

Lennok chuckled.

“Are you, a knight loyal to the royal family, afraid of death?”

“Well, yeah. I swore to die only when His Majesty allows it.”

“…”

He had been with them for almost a day and knew that they were not just rigid people.

But every time he heard such answers, he was reminded that they were knights loyal to the royal family.

Even Lyle, the 7th Knight Commander, who acted casually, had an almost absolute level of loyalty to the royal family.

Now, that fact felt more human than a cause for caution-

“Besides, if we’re here, we can skip the annoying joint training. It’s a legitimate opportunity to skip training, right?”

“Lyle.”

“Oh, geez…”

Floria and Albion looked at the grinning Lyle with dumbfounded expressions.

“His Majesty asked us to guard the noble guest, not for such petty reasons.”

“Is it okay for a knight commander of the royal capital to be so negligent in his duties?”

“Ah, you don’t have to worry about that.”

While the two were scolding Lyle, a boy’s voice was heard from the side.

Uzel, who had approached with a bright smile, placed his hand on his chest and nodded.

“I’ve already postponed the joint training schedule for this quarter by a few weeks.”

“…What?”

“If the knight commander of the royal capital is worried about not participating in the joint training, wouldn’t the efficiency of his work decrease?”

In the momentarily subtle atmosphere, Uzel smiled refreshingly.

“In that case, it would be better to postpone the joint training schedule and have everyone participate together after this matter is over.”

“…”

Lyle and Albion, unable to say anything, had their faces crumpled. Even Floria had a sullen expression.

Although they had scolded Lyle, the other commanders probably didn’t want to participate in annoying schedules like joint training, even if it meant postponing them.

“Um, Sir Uzel. That’s not wrong, but…”

“There’s no need to go that far-”

“I’ve already reported it to the palace, but was there something wrong with it?”

“…”

Albion and Floria, who couldn’t honestly say they hated training, were inwardly groaning.

Uzel was looking at the expressions of the two with a look that seemed to contain joy.

“That psychopath…”

“Great Bloodline.”

Pretending not to hear Lyle’s quiet whisper from behind Lennok, Uzel turned his gaze towards Lennok.

The moment he lightly smiled and flicked his hand, the sword hanging from Uzel’s waist was drawn out in reverse.

Clang!

Even Lennok’s senses, which had been watching his movements from the beginning, could not properly grasp the speed of the draw.

“If you wish to practice, I am also willing to help you.”

Uzel smiled and flicked his sword.

“Would you grant me the honor of crossing swords with the great bloodline?”

“No. Let’s stop here.”

“…Yes?”

“While we were talking, it seems like the time is up.”

Lennok, seeing Uzel’s expression momentarily become awkward, raised his gaze.

“It seems like it’s time to make a decision.”

* * *

Whoosh!

After finishing the sparring, he came out of the bathroom after washing his body.

A spacious bedroom filled with luxurious decorations that were dazzling to the eyes.

The door opened, and cooks came in, bringing a cart full of food and unfolding a table.

A menu consisting mainly of appetizers and salads that were not burdensome to the stomach. Menus that included acidity to stimulate the appetite.

After the monarch of Kabahim declared Lennok to be of the Bloodline of the Half-Bow, the treatment Lennok received as a guest of the royal family had changed to a different level.

From all sorts of gifts and ceremonial robes, to lodging facilities and consumables, and even this food, it was no longer surprising.

Other cooks bowed their heads and left the room in a line, and one cook remained, setting the food until the end.

The cook’s figure, with his back turned to Lennok, slowly placing the food with leisurely movements.

“The order is a mess.”

Lennok chuckled, looking at his back.

“If you want to make it obvious, there’s no need to use such a crude method, is there?”

“…Ah.”

The cook, who had been quietly placing the dishes, stopped in his place.

The cook, straightening his back, slowly turned around and grinned.

“No, if you knew, wouldn’t it have been better to tell me from the beginning?”

Whoosh!

As he swept his hand across his face, the face of a young man with white makeup appeared.

Lennok’s eyes lit up as he looked at the illusionist who had appeared, avoiding the surveillance of the entire royal capital.

“You’re very late. What have you been doing all this time?”

“Ha…”

However, instead of answering Lennok’s question, the clown placed one hand on his face and tilted his head back.

On the clown’s face, which had lowered his gaze, was a triumphant expression, as if he had guessed the answer correctly.

“I knew it.”

The clown said in a voice as if he was intoxicated with himself.

“The blood of the Ascended. The cursed descendant of the Half-Bow. I’ve guessed the answer correctly again.”

“…”

Looking at the silent Lennok, the clown gloated.

“Even if you deny it, you can’t deceive a rational and logical person like me. In the first place, Victor’s manipulation spells were qualitatively different from the friends I’ve killed.”

“You’re talking nonsense even though you know it’s because of the Forbidden Weapon. You don’t have time to be spouting such nonsense right now.”

Lennok, shaking his head irritably, leaned against the bed and looked at the clown.

If the clown knew about the existence of the Forbidden Weapon, he would know that the current situation itself was influenced by it to some extent.

Even though he knew that, he didn’t want to associate with the crazy illusionist who was gloating that his judgment was correct, but there was a discussion that he had to have right now.

“Aronbyger Kabahim is treating me with utmost respect and deliberately separating me from my existing companions, including Freya. You know that, right?”

“…”

“He’s probably assuming that there’s a possibility that my companions or associates exist among my group, and he’s deliberately trying to prevent contact.”

Lennok’s eyes lit up.

“You know that too, so you’ve used illusion magic to contact me, right?”

“…Hmm. I don’t like serious stories.”

The clown turned his gaze with a smiling face.

“I’m a bit worn out from sneaking in here. Wouldn’t it be better to start with a fun story?”

“Aronbyger Kabahim is trying to process the remains of the dead god into a Forbidden Weapon. In that process, he wants me to open the [Gate] myself.”

Lennok, ignoring the clown’s words, quickly explained the situation so far.

The relationship between the Bloodline of the Half-Bow and the blessing. The reason why Aron wanted the power of a god and what he could do with the Forbidden Weapon he created.

However, the reason why Lennok was considering cooperating with Aron instead of immediately rejecting his plan was not something else.

“Regardless of the success or failure of the plan, it’s clear that cooperating with Aron is the fastest way to meet the ‘dead god’.”

“…”

The sanctuary of another world that exists beyond the [Gate]. The remains of a god sleeping dead within it.

It was undeniable that the fastest way to contact the dead god was through Aron’s plan.

What Lennok was worried about was the extent to which he should cooperate with Aron’s plan.

Because he didn’t know how getting involved with Aron would affect the capture operation.

Betraying Pandemonium at this point in the capture operation was meaningless.

At least here, he thought it was necessary to hear the opinion of the clown who was directing this operation.

“Ah.”

The clown, who had heard Lennok’s words, tilted his head and said.

“Well, wouldn’t it be okay?”

“What?”

“To process the remains of the dead god into a Forbidden Weapon. That sounds fun just hearing about it.”

The clown chuckled.

“However, the fact that the ability of the Forbidden Weapon created in that way is the power to use apostle techniques without offering is a bit boring.”

“Boring…?”

“Even if the purpose itself is not a lie… there’s no way that the only thing you can do with the remains of a dead god is ‘just’ that.”

The clown said leisurely, taking a canapé from the table.

“It seems like you’re planning something fun, so why don’t you just go along with it and overturn it if things go wrong?”

“…”

The clown grinned, looking at the silent Lennok.

“Well, to be honest, it’s not my job, so I don’t care-”

“That’s right.”

Lennok raised his gaze.

“It’s boring. You’re hiding something. You’re right after all.”

“Victor?”

“You guys can proceed with the operation preparations.”

Lennok, covering his mask with illusion magic, began to move.

“I need to find out what Aronbyger Kabahim is hiding in this royal capital.”

“…Huh.”

The clown tilted his head.

“Did I just lose a key operative by my own hand before the operation?”

* * *

Whoosh!

A dark night sky with rain.

A downpour pouring down through the dark clouds that had gathered since the evening.

Lennok, wearing a robe, stood in the rain in front of a dilapidated fortress.

The back gate of the Kabahim royal capital. An abandoned old castle that had been reached through the underground sewers outside the royal capital, untouched by human hands.

“You’ve come.”

Aron, who had been standing there without avoiding the pouring rain, turned around, sensing Lennok’s presence.

“This will be the most suitable place to open the back side of the [Gate].”

“…”

Aron, slowly moving in the downpour, drew up his magic power.

“From now on, I will begin preparations to draw out the ‘dead god’ immediately.”