Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 1192

Kuoohhh!!!!

A black pyramid floats and undulates above the wide-open skyway.

Below it, Ethan Bajur stands on a platform, his expressionless face gazing down at the ground.

He resembles Kaise Bajur, yet that very resemblance makes it clear that he is not him.

The moment their eyes meet, people hesitate even to express their feelings, such is his unique presence.

Then, Ethan quietly turns his gaze.

His movements are so silent that, even though he is visible, it’s hard to believe he’s actually there.

Clank!!

However, the legion commanders, lined up to the left and right of the platform, reacted instantly.

“Fourth Legion Commander, Mirva Neosoto. I greet the Marshal.”

“Sixth Legion Commander, Atiya Elrickson. I congratulate you on your return……”

“Seventh Legion Commander, Deimus Rayon……”

“Eighth Legion Commander, Townsend……”

The generals, their gazes fixed straight ahead, placed their hands on their chests in a respectful salute.

Following the legion commanders, the legions stationed outside the headquarters also moved simultaneously.

Thump! Thump! Thump!!

Thousands upon thousands of soldiers turned their steps at the same time from all directions and placed their hands on their chests.

Like a prearranged agreement, countless tanks and heavy equipment turned towards the headquarters.

The overwhelming sight of a military force stretching to the horizon, all bowing their heads in allegiance to a single man.

However, Ethan stood there with an expressionless face, even with the legions saluting him.

It was as if he felt no emotion towards those who had come to welcome the return of the Marshal, who had been absent for so long.

Lenok, too, stared intently at his face, his expression faintly hardening.

“……”

He was strikingly similar to Kaise Bajur, yet at the same time, he was not.

His unique, hollow aura was similar, yet he seemed to have even less emotion than Kaise.

He was so similar to Kaise that the subtle differences between them were all the more apparent.

That sense of incongruity and unease defined Ethan Bajur more strongly than anything else, casting a clear shadow.

“This can’t be……”

“He really is the spitting image of his father. Blood doesn’t lie, I guess.”

“……I thought he had come back to life. That’s how much they look alike.”

Perhaps there were others among those invited to the parade who felt the same as Lenok.

They wavered, were shaken, wary, or perhaps longing.

Those who knew Kaise Bajur but had not interacted with his son, Ethan Bajur.

Why the Deadrise Legion continued to pledge their lives to Ethan even after leaving Kaise.

Even those who did not know Ethan understood it in their hearts the moment they saw his face.

However, while looking up at Ethan from within the crowd, Lenok was also thinking about something else.

‘His magical power and presence… it’s incredibly faint. In that aspect, he’s almost nothing like Kaise.’

Ethan Bajur was the one and only [Resurrected] in this world, having once faced death and been reborn.

This was possible because Ethan had inherited Kaise’s talent for defying fate, albeit in a weaker form.

The ambiguous talent for defying fate had become stronger after his death, powerful enough to reverse Ethan’s death.

Even the name of the legion, Deadrise, was a name that referred to Ethan, who had returned from death.

Therefore, Lenok had thought that Ethan would be a transcendent being, scattering a powerful magical power of defying fate comparable to Kaise’s—

But in reality, Ethan’s presence at the parade was extremely faint.

Neither the cursed nature of having his blood vessels flow backward, nor the backlash of reversing time to defy aging.

There was no sign or trace of the constitution that had tormented Kaise Bajur his entire life in Ethan.

Whether he was simply suppressing and hiding his talent for defying fate, or whether he was completely controlling it.

Either way, Ethan’s ‘faintness’ felt far more dangerous than Lenok had imagined.

Just as Lenok was mulling over the memories of the closed area, unable to find an answer, Ethan opened his mouth.

“There is one thing I started a long time ago that I have not finished.”

“……”

The surroundings instantly fell silent to hear his voice as soon as he spoke.

A tone that revealed nothing about his personality or temperament, not even a hint of emotion.

However, Ethan’s whispering voice echoed clearly throughout the entire legion without any amplification devices.

His transcendence, conveying his will to tens of thousands of people without raising his voice.

Ethan, leaning on the railing of the ornate platform, slowly walked down and muttered.

“I thought I had done all I could, but there is a lingering regret that still bothers me.”

Whoosh!!!

Tens of thousands of people were watching the screens, not wanting to miss a single moment of his appearance.

Ethan, ignoring the gazes pouring down on him, looked down at the legions lined up to the horizon with an expressionless face.

“I shouldn’t leave the task of putting an end to an unfinished mission to someone else.”

Ethan, quietly raising his gaze, closed his eyes.

“From this moment on, I will once again command the legion.”

Waaaaaaaah!!!!!

As soon as Ethan finished speaking, explosive cheers erupted from all directions.

Tanks with their cannons raised fired shells into the sky, and fighter jets flew overhead, creating sonic booms.

The fortress floating above the Second Headquarters, Primo Alert, slowly rotated, scattering dark shadows in all directions.

Soldiers shouted with flushed faces. Even the commanders at the head of their units could not hide their excitement.

The very person who had brought Deadrise to where it was now.

The return of the Marshal who had grown the Balkan private military company into a military power that commanded the entire continent.

Everyone sensed the changes and upheavals that would come to the central front, and the honor the legion would gain.

Clatter!!

As Ethan moved, the legion commanders lined up on either side followed him in unison.

Deimus, the Seventh Legion Commander, standing behind Ethan in his old military uniform, draped a coat over the Marshal’s shoulders.

“Marshal. Congratulations on your return.”

Mirva, the Fourth Legion Commander, standing next to him, spoke in a calm voice.

The cigarette that was always in her mouth was nowhere to be seen.

“A brief meeting is scheduled along with the parade, but since you have arrived earlier than expected, Marshal, we have a little time to spare.”

“Lieutenant General Neosoto.”

“How about taking a little rest before the meeting begins?”

Mirva bowed her head with an expressionless face at the Marshal’s words.

“We will ask for the understanding of the guests invited to the headquarters.”

“……”

Ethan glanced at her at those words, looking at Mirva with an expressionless face.

After staring silently at her scarred face, Ethan spoke in a faint voice.

“I have heard about what you did in Yorta with the Fourth Legion.”

Like his expressionless face, his tone was quiet and faint, like a whisper.

However, what he said was still clearly audible even in a crowded place.

“The advice of an outstanding commander is worth listening to.”

“……Thank you.”

The other legion commanders’ expressions changed slightly at the Marshal’s words, openly praising Mirva’s achievements in front of everyone.

Ethan silently passed her and turned away.

As he turned, the crowd gathered near the platform parted, making way for him.

Envoys from various organizations and forces, including the Federation, the Church, and city-states.

However, Ethan did not even glance at them, passing by as if they were not there.

He must have known the faces of those who had come to the parade, yet he ignored them with a detached attitude, as if they were not there.

However, none of those gathered here showed any displeasure at Ethan’s reaction.

They were all too busy observing and watching Ethan, their expressions as if lost in thought.

Ethan passed them with a natural gait, as if he was used to such gazes, and disappeared.

Only after the Marshal, who had made the legion go wild just by showing his face, had left did the people gathered begin to move.

They must have thought that since Ethan had left to rest, no major incident would happen right away.

“Commander.”

Enel, the vice-commander of the Fifth Legion, who had been standing cautiously next to Lenok, bowed his head.

“I will guide you to the headquarters meeting room where the legion commanders are gathering, along with the start of the parade.”

“……”

“I have received word from the command that a seat has been prepared for you, Commander. Please, this way……”

Was that the gathering place for the legion commanders that Sixth Legion Commander Atiya had mentioned?

With the headquarters in an uproar due to Ethan’s return, it wasn’t a bad thing to have a legion official helping out.

Lenok nodded lightly and immediately followed Enel.

As he moved, he felt gazes flying in from all directions and piercing him.

“Thousand… he really was at the parade.”

“Is the Apostle Slayer joining the legion?”

“For a great mage like him to accept a legion commander’s position. What kind of deal was made……”

Powerful transcendents who had made names for themselves in the center, including the Federation’s Archmages, Cardinals, Druids, and Knights.

They had been aware of Lenok all along, even if they hadn’t shown it.

“I heard he burned a brigadier of the Eighth Legion to death as soon as he arrived at the parade. He’s still as violent as ever.”

“I heard his head was blown off for insulting the Lighthouse Keeper. He died instantly at the scene.”

“Is he still keeping his mission even after leaving the Eyes of Azure? He’s truly an incomprehensible person……”

“He’s famous for his un-mage-like personality, isn’t he? That’s why he’s being treated with such high respect in the center.”

A mage who had defeated the Federation’s Archmage. A slayer who had defeated the Church’s Apostle. A watcher who had survived a defeat against Kyonroe.

A transcendent who had attended the parade as a new legion commander-designate of Deadrise.

Some cast murderous gazes, some were curious, and some observed, analyzed, and compared.

The moment Lenok let go of the countless fragments of thoughts and emotions and moved, a familiar voice was heard from beyond the crowd.

“Evan.”

“……”

Lenok, hearing the voice, stopped in his tracks without realizing it.

A tall woman with dark skin stood there, looking at Lenok with an expressionless face.

A shabby robe. A tattoo on her cheek and a pipe in her mouth. A vast amount of magical power emanating from her entire body.

Her appearance was no different from what Lenok remembered, then or now.

That was because she had existed as herself for an immeasurably long time.

A watcher of the Eyes of Azure who had lived for hundreds of years and inherited the will of the Heavenly Eye. The closest shaman to the Lighthouse Keeper.

Lenok stopped when he saw Grisha’s face, and Euphria, who was following behind, naturally turned her head.

At the same time as Lenok and Grisha turned to look at each other, the gazes that had been watching Lenok from all directions intensified.

“……”

“……”

The reunion of Lenok, who had left the Eyes of Azure, and the shaman who was the closest aide to the Lighthouse Keeper.

Everyone in this place was curious about what emotions the two shamans, who had made great achievements in various parts of the central front, would reveal to each other.

The fact that Thousand had left the Eyes of Azure was an unexpected anomaly, and the exact details of what had happened at the time were not known to the public.

In the midst of all this, Lenok had attended the parade as a new legion commander candidate, so it would not be unusual for the Eyes of Azure to show a strong reaction.

However, Grisha did not show any particular emotion even when facing Lenok.

She only tilted her head slightly, as if recalling a memory while looking at Lenok.

The gazes of the watchers standing behind Grisha naturally crossed with Lenok’s.

“……Evan-nim.”

“It’s been a while, huh.”

The twins, Sunmyung and the other watcher, standing behind Grisha, had complicated expressions.

Lenok and the Eyes of Azure’s relationship. The gazes of those around them and the unfamiliar environment of the parade.

Lenok nodded to them, who had greeted him with a small greeting, and turned his gaze to Grisha.

“Were you here on behalf of the Lighthouse Keeper?”

“Lapis is watching the [Outside].”

Grisha replied. As if she knew what Lenok would be curious about.

“Since completing the succession, she has been focusing on carrying on the mission of the Heavenly Eye. She should be at the lighthouse by now.”

“……”

The Lighthouse Keeper’s mission to observe the outer sea and postpone destruction.

Having fully inherited the power of the Heavenly Eye, Lapis had also begun to carry out her mission in earnest.

However, Lenok did not express his feelings about it and asked back.

“Did you come to the parade to meet the Marshal?”

“Raiza is from the same martial sect as Commander Atiya.”

Grisha pointed behind her shoulder.

A muscular female martial artist standing behind her nodded with her arms crossed.

“Thanks to their help, I was able to take some time to stop by. I didn’t expect you to be here, though.”

“……”

Raiza and Atiya’s impressions were strangely similar, and it turned out they were from the same martial sect from the start.

There were several other watchers behind them that Lenok did not know, but Grisha did not seem to have any intention of introducing them one by one.

She simply put her hands in her old robe and spoke to Lenok again in a flat voice.

“It’s been a while. It’s practically the first time since we saw each other in the Balkans, right?”

“……”

“How much the Eastern Continent was in an uproar when you fought Kyonroe back then. I really thought a war was going to break out between the Autonomous Region and the Balkans.”

The battle where Kyonroe and Thousand clashed in the outer area of the Balkans.

The surroundings instantly fell silent at Grisha’s words, which casually brought up the events of that time.

Even those who had been quietly eavesdropping closed their mouths for a moment, as they were also interested in the topic Grisha had brought up.

“I couldn’t say hello last time we met because things were too hectic.”

Grisha, not caring about Lenok’s words, said flatly while holding her pipe.

“Thank you for saving Lapis back then. You were the only one who could have helped her in that situation.”

“……Is that all you have to say?”

“When I think about it, you’ve always been like that since the first time we met.”

Grisha, ignoring Lenok’s question, raised her gaze.

“You said you were just acting according to your needs, but you were always doing what you believed was right.”

“……”

“So, I don’t think I need to ask why you left the Eyes of Azure. If you decided and Lapis accepted it, there must have been a good reason.”

Grisha muttered that and slowly moved.

The watchers lined up behind her moved through the crowd with her.

Grisha, who had passed by Lenok without any regrets, tilted her head and spoke in a calm voice.

“If you were always the same person to Lapis, if you haven’t changed even after leaving her side……”

“Then the Eyes of Azure should do the same for you.”

* * *

A huge conference room with the legion’s emblems lined up on the walls.

Monitors and screens displayed the power dynamics moving on the central front, and data on unit formations and power analysis appeared one after another.

Situation reports from the legion commanders were heard in real-time through speakers and radios.

A place where the movements of the legion, which repeatedly moved and stationed its forces, could be seen at a glance.

Ethan Bajur sat in the chair at the head of the conference room with his eyes closed.

Kugugugu!!!!

The legion commanders sat side by side to the left and right of the head seat in the center of the conference room where the Marshal was sitting.

Behind the legion commanders, the adjutants in charge of the work waited nervously.

Enel, who had guided Lenok, also could not hide his nervousness and led the two to their seats.

The empty seats at the table where the legion commanders were lined up.

As Lenok and Euphria sat in their assigned seats, Deimus stood up from his seat.

“Seventh Legion Lieutenant General Deimus Rayon.”

He held a baton in one hand and turned his gaze as he stood in front of the projector screen in the conference room.

“From now on, I will brief you on the Kyonroe subjugation battle, which is essential for the return to the Balkans.”