The Return of The Mythical Archmage [EN]: Chapter 389

The Rebirth of a Mythical Archmage-390

Africa Continent.

A land of death swarming with monsters.

In the center of that land, Sein Vinoche was single-handedly facing a dragon.

Swoooosh-!

Sein’s sword sliced through the dragon’s neck.

That was the end of it.

The dragon’s breath ceased immediately.

“Hmm.”

Sein sheathed his sword, observing the dissipating dragon.

As usual, the dragon’s form vanished.

Returning to the appearance of a drake [a type of dragon-like creature].

“It seems that the difference in power depends not only on the amount of mana charged but also on the level of the individual that became the host.”

The current dragons are a type of chimera [a creature made of different parts], with a dragon’s spirit placed into a drake’s body.

Perhaps because of this structure, it seems the power of the dragon varies depending on the level of the drake.

“I agree. Is it about +-4% per individual?”

“It’s 3.6562% to be exact.”

Sophia and the Black Magic King chimed in.

For the record, they weren’t speaking through Sophia’s body.

They were merely communicating their thoughts through their soul connection.

“…As expected of the king of monsters, you’re so precise.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Of course not. It’s sarcasm.”

“Hmm. So it’s a compliment.”

“I said it’s sarcasm?”

Sophia and the Black Magic King bickered as usual.

Sein sighed softly.

‘They really fight endlessly.’

Recently, the Black Magic King had become more talkative, leading to frequent arguments.

It was giving him a headache.

Since he was directly hearing it in his head, he couldn’t just ignore it.

Even if he tried to stop them, they would start arguing again, so it was pointless.

Sein sighed again.

“I have a question.”

The only way to stop their bickering was to introduce a new topic, blocking the fight at its source.

“What is it?”

“What is it?”

Both of them answered Sein at the same time.

“I’ve been wondering, aren’t drakes supposed to be a practically extinct monster? Where are they coming from in such droves?”

This question was not only to stop the argument but also to resolve a question he had been holding onto.

“Ah, that’s…”

“The drakes used as sacrifices for dragons are not real drakes.”

The Black Magic King ignored Sophia and answered.

“The drake passed down in legends, the ‘Tyrant’ Drake, is not a monster of this level. That’s an inferior copy, a reproduction of a drake. An artificial monster created through genetic manipulation.”

“…Created?”

Sein frowned.

“Is that even possible?”

Was it even possible to artificially create a monster of that caliber?

“It is possible.”

The Black Magic King stated definitively.

“Of course, it’s not possible to create a complete monster. What can be created is only the ‘body’ of the monster. The ‘soul’ to inhabit that body cannot be created.”

“…Hoo.”

A strange light flickered in Sein’s eyes.

“In other words, you can create the body, but since there’s no way to create the soul, the monster is just a lump of meat that can’t move. Is that what you’re saying?”

“That’s right.”

“Hmm. So, they stuffed the dragon’s soul into that meaningless lump of meat.”

Sein nodded with an understanding expression.

“I understand. It’s a technology that’s useless without a dragon. I see very well why that technology has been left to rot until now.”

If it were possible to artificially produce monsters like drakes, this world might have already fallen into the hands of the mafia.

If they used mass-produced drakes to carry out terror attacks around the world, there would be no way to stop them.

“But you know a lot of details. Can you really know all that just by looking at a drake’s corpse?”

“Of course not.”

The Black Magic King chuckled.

“Even if it’s me, I can’t know the birth story of a body just by looking at a corpse.”

“…Then?”

How did he know so much detail?

Sein asked again, with that meaning in his voice.

“That technology was created by the Black Magic Tower. I can’t help but know the details.”

“…”

Sein’s expression crumpled.

He wondered where that technology came from.

The Black Magic King had created it.

“You’re a man with many sins.”

“I think I’m innocent in this case. I was just doing research. I haven’t killed a single person with that research.”

The Black Magic King shrugged.

“What sin is there in that? Surely you’re not going to say that slaughtering monsters is a sin?”

“…”

Sein closed his mouth.

Certainly, if what he used in his research were only monsters.

There wasn’t much sin in that act itself.

Monsters were not living beings but merely germs that gnawed at this world.

Since he didn’t play with life, there was really no sin.

“…You always have a silver tongue.”

“I was just telling the truth.”

Sein clicked his tongue softly.

The more he saw him, the more he disliked him.

“Anyway. We don’t need to worry about the drakes. Is it okay to understand it like this?”

“That’s right. Once the dragon’s soul is completely consumed, that’s the end of it.”

No matter how many drakes they mass-produce, they are meaningless without a dragon’s soul.

There was no need to worry about fighting hordes of drakes.

“That’s a great relief. If hordes of drakes had appeared all over the world in this state, even ten bodies wouldn’t have been enough.”

Sein swung his shoulders around.

He had been using spatial cuts too often lately, and his body felt stiff.

‘If it were my body, I could have used it many times.’

Sophia Anetscheff’s body was a ‘magician’s’ body.

Its durability was too lacking.

“Sein. Could you please not complain while using someone else’s body?”

Sophia, who had been quietly listening, said with a gentle smile.

“I wasn’t complaining. It’s just, somewhat, regrettable.”

It was regrettable.

If only his body was his original body, he could have used spatial cuts hundreds, thousands of times a day to jump through space-time.

“If this body were my body… I could have even cut through Veil Stole’s restrictions.”

Above all. There would be no need to respond so passively now.

If Sein Vinoche were in his complete state, he could have cut through Veil Stole even with the restrictions.

“Hmm. That’s certainly a bit regrettable.”

The Black Magic King smacked his lips.

“It’s not something you should regret. If I were in my complete state, I would have cut your soul in this place.”

There was nothing in this world that the complete Sein Vinoche could not cut.

If Sein Vinoche were in his complete state, the Black Magic King’s soul would have been annihilated a long time ago.

“Indeed. I hadn’t thought of that.”

The Black Magic King chuckled as if amused.

“Then, this current state is the best for me…”

The Black Magic King stopped talking and frowned.

“…An uninvited guest has arrived.”

Sein and Sophia were the same.

They frowned, looking at the man with a strange aura approaching from afar.

“Did you finally move your heavy ass after a week?”

The black aura visible in the distance.

The man’s mana he had seen once before.

“Veil Stole.”

The origin of black magic.

Veil Stole.

He had appeared after a week.

“Be careful. Veil Stole. The fact that he has reappeared before us means…”

“He has recovered enough power to interfere with us. I know.”

Sein slowly drew his sword.

“It seems… I’ll be late getting home.”

Veil Stole was now close enough to be seen with the naked eye.

Sein looked at him and smiled bitterly.

‘I promised to teach Stella swordsmanship if I got home early today.’

It seemed he wouldn’t be able to keep his promise with Stella.

“Sein Vinoche. Get rid of your idle thoughts. Prepare yourself. His aura is ominous.”

“I feel it too.”

Sein erased all thoughts from his mind and entered a battle stance.

“Sophia Anetscheff. I need your support.”

“Leave it to me.”

* * *

The rest area located inside the Green City.

In the resting space that seemed to be prepared as my bedroom, Adela and Soonchan were relieving their accumulated fatigue.

“Kuh. This is great. Just sitting on the sofa is healing.”

Soonchan laughed heartily, sprawled out on the sofa.

He was grinning, as if he was very happy with the current situation.

Sip.

Adela sat next to Soonchan, drinking banana milk.

Her expression showed how sweet the soul drink was after a week.

Looking at that expression, I felt sorry for her.

‘I completely forgot that I had stored it in the Aeth [a pocket dimension].’

I had brought a few boxes in the Aeth for Adela’s mental health.

I had completely forgotten about it.

My mind was so full of the idea of improving mythical magic.

I hadn’t even thought about it.

‘I should have taken it out when I took out the food and water.’

It was my fault.

I did something bad to Adela.

“But, is it okay for us to be resting like this?”

Soonchan asked, as if he had become one with the sofa.

“We should rest. What’s the point of training without resting?”

Rest is more important than training.

Through rest, you can internalize what you learned in training.

Training without rest is just torture.

“That’s true, but…”

Soonchan looked at his body here and there, tilting his head.

“…I feel like we’ve already rested enough.”

He had already taken more than enough rest.

His words and actions seemed to say that.

“It’s to get your condition to its best before the next training. So, shut up and rest.”

“…”

Soonchan looked at me with an uneasy expression.

“How hard is the next training that you’re letting us rest so much?”

“I don’t know.”

“…That makes me even more uneasy.”

An ambiguous answer is scarier than a positive or negative one.

Soonchan’s eyes trembled with anxiety.

“I’m not pretending not to know to make you anxious. I really don’t know.”

“Huh? Really?”

“Yeah.”

Actually, I don’t know either.

What kind of training we will undergo in the Green City. There was no information about it in Dante Roa’s Book.

“I’ll have to go to the main training ground to find out.”

A place I haven’t been to yet.

The main training ground beyond the green door in the deepest part of the Green City.

The detailed training content can only be known by going there.

“I see.”

Soonchan nodded, with an expression that said, ‘I didn’t know that.’

“Don’t worry too much. It’s not like we’re going to die.”

“…That makes me even more uneasy, you jerk.”

Soonchan chuckled.

“But where are the three of them and what are they doing now?”

Mimir, Elena, and Aslan.

He was asking where the three of them were and what they were doing.

“You’ve rested enough, and now you’re asking?”

“…Ahem.”

Soonchan looked away, slightly embarrassed.

Looking at Soonchan like that, I couldn’t help but laugh.

He’s so consistent.

“First of all, Elena and Aslan are adjusting the schedule in Dante Roa’s Book.”

“Again? Isn’t it already over?”

“The situation has changed. Your achievements have far exceeded the expected level, right?”

“Ah.”

Since the two’s skills had reached a level far beyond what was expected, the plan had to be re-established.

“Then, will it take long?”

“It won’t be.”

They would only be drawing a rough outline, so it wouldn’t take too long.

“Even if it takes long, it’ll be an hour?”

“Ah. I see.”

Soonchan put his hands behind his head and leaned back on the sofa.

“Is Mimir also adjusting the schedule with them?”

“No. Mimir is…”

How should I answer this?

“On personal business.”

“…Personal business?”

“Yeah. She said she has something to investigate about mythical magic.”

Mimir was currently stuck in Dante Roa’s Book for another reason.

Earlier, she said that she needed to organize and analyze the data from the book she found in the B-3 section right away, and then she got stuck in a corner of Dante Roa’s Book.

She would probably be stuck there for up to two days.

“Mythical magic…”

Soonchan trailed off with a strange expression.

“I want to see it soon. I wonder how bizarre the magic will be.”

His expression showed that he couldn’t contain his excitement.

“…Mythical magic.”

Adela, who had been focusing all her attention on drinking banana milk, reacted for the first time.

“May I ask you one question?”

“…Huh? What is it?”

A question? What could it be?

“The magic that went berserk when you were training with me before.”

“Ah, Dissolutio? Yeah. Why?”

The mythical magic of destruction.

Dissolutio.

The magic I tried to use in the training ground before, which caused a lot of trouble.

I tried to use it forcibly, causing it to go berserk, and I ended up half-destroying the lab.

“That magic. Can’t you use it now?”

Adela’s eyes were full of conviction as she said that.

“Now… you can use it?”

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through my mind.