My Catastrophic‑Level Summon Devours Gates - Chapter 139

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Episode 139

The Tower Master of the Clocktower, known as the Intelligence of Mages.

One of the 12 Heroes who was active during the Great Cataclysm.

Alphonse Hus stared intently at the rising star who had been receiving attention lately.

‘A talent that the Executor has taken notice of.’

He didn’t mind that his annoying old friend Gerard had set up a proxy.

That ignorant fool who only knew swords had been acting stubborn for more than a day or two.

As someone wise and of excellent character, he should be understanding.

‘I heard he’s a Necromancer, but he seems a bit different.’

As a Hunter who had reached the pinnacle of magic in the current era.

Alphonse Hus noticed Min-ho’s peculiarities with just a glance.

The first was that he couldn’t sense the damp mana wavelength characteristic of Necromancers.

The second was the sense of alienation he felt from the familiars Min-ho had brought along.

‘This is the first time I’ve seen a Necromancer command such summoned beings.’

Sir Isra and Ingrid.

The mana wavelengths felt from the two familiars were extremely strange.

Rather than ordinary undead, it was like looking at real people.

The experience to glimpse the characteristics of the Revived Ones with just a glance!

The title of the strongest mage of the current era wasn’t given for nothing.

‘Should I look a little deeper?’

【Could you stop prying any further?】

A woman’s telepathy echoed in his mind.

Crackle—

Part of the mana he had spread like a net became tangled.

Alphonse Hus’s eyes trembled finely.

‘What?!’

The Clock Tower Summit was his domain.

A mage’s ‘domain’ didn’t mean something like an ordinary research facility.

The optimal environment where he could display his true abilities!

If he fought at the Clock Tower Summit, he was confident he could beat even his old friend Gerard with 100% certainty.

However.

In his thoroughly constructed domain, his mana control had been stolen away, even if just for a moment.

‘There’s someone more sensitive to mana reactions than me?’

The most important thing in mana control is ‘talent.’

Alphonse had seen countless mages in the Hunter industry until now.

Among them, he had never seen anyone with talent superior to his own.

Most of those he had taken as disciples couldn’t match him either.

Except for one person.

His recently taken disciple, Emilia.

‘That’s not the only problem though.’

Even supposing there was talent that reached the heavens.

Even if there was material for a mage superior to himself.

Experience, which is the next most important thing after talent, takes a long time to accumulate.

Even Emilia couldn’t match Alphonse when it came to mana control ability alone.

However.

To disrupt the mana control of himself, who was at the highest level in both talent and experience?

【It’s just a trivial trick, so don’t mind it.】

The woman’s telepathy spoke as if she had peered into his inner thoughts.

Alphonse swallowed a groan.

It was obvious who the being that had disrupted his mana control was.

One of Min-ho’s two summoned beings.

The attractive woman who was looking at him with an indifferent expression.

【I’m only giving you a warning because Master respects you.】

Mana quantity.

Achievements accomplished.

Even physical abilities.

All were far below his own, yet.

Why was it so?

‘To think a summoned being with mana control ability surpassing mine would exist.’

When was the last time he had been this surprised?

After surviving the Great Cataclysm and establishing the Clocktower.

He had worked to nurture talented students and reach the ultimate in magic.

Entering his later years, he had thought he had mastered providence and principles himself.

But he was wrong.

The world was vast.

There was another being who surpassed Alphonse’s talent, besides Emilia.

‘Ah, ahhh!’

Why.

Why was such a remarkable being merely a summoned being?

As he was swallowing his bitter feelings.

“I say.”

“…”

“Hey!”

“…”

“This old fool. Have you gone deaf!”

The voice of his old friend, who had been competing with him for decades, struck his eardrums.

“You’re noisy.”

“I have to speak loudly for you to understand.”

He belatedly realized he had been standing there dazed.

The shock Alphonse had received was that great.

‘Let me calm my mind.’

The gem he had discovered three years ago, Emilia, also possessed talent and skill no less remarkable.

Rather than a summoned being whose development potential depended on the summoner.

He pulled himself together, thinking that the jewel he had discovered would shine more brilliantly.

“How long are you going to keep our guest standing there dazed?”

“Even with age, your impatient nature hasn’t changed.”

“Your childish tastes remain the same too, don’t they.”

“Childish? Ha! To disparage this beautiful gold. Do you British fellows live with your aesthetic sense dropped in the Thames?”

“What did you say!”

The two old men growled at each other.

“By the way, what about our match? Why did you bring such a friend?”

“What do you mean?”

“Wasn’t the competition about determining which is superior between magic and sword?”

Alphonse lightly shrugged his shoulders.

“Putting forward an excellent mage as a proxy means admitting that the sword is inferior to magic!”

“Have your eyes gotten bad with age and you ate something wrong? Your nonsense has increased.”

Gerard’s expression twisted.

“Of course we should compete with swords. What? Maaagic?”

“The summoned beings that the Executor’s successor commands are so remarkable. Why do you insist on something like swords!”

“Stop the nonsense and show me that great disciple of yours.”

“Hmm. I see.”

Alfonse inwardly thought ‘oops.’

He had been so shocked by his disrupted mana control that he had forgotten to introduce his disciple.

“Wait just a moment.”

Tap tap.

He lightly tapped the floor with his right foot.

Whirrrr— With a bright light, a woman in a purple robe appeared through space.

“Ma, ma, ma, ma…”

“Don’t stutter and speak properly, my disciple.”

“Did you call for meeee!!!!”

The woman let out a shriek.

Alfonse unconsciously ran his hand over his face.

‘She has excellent talent but such a weak spirit.’

Aside from her passive personality, she was an outstanding talent.

The real reason he had deliberately called Gerard, who had no other disciples, was actually related to this issue.

Wouldn’t Emilia’s confidence improve if she saw Gerard, one of the 12 Heroes, being surprised?

However.

The person the Executor had specifically chosen had gotten involved in this situation.

‘This might not be bad either.’

It seemed like it would be good stimulation to move his disciple’s heart.

“This is my disciple, Emilia. And this is Sir Gerard.”

“H-h-h-hello!!”

“Hehehe. Unlike her master, she knows proper manners.”

Alfonse clicked his tongue at Gerard’s hearty laughter.

“The young man beside you is Park Min-ho.”

Emilia stared intently at Min-ho.

“I-isn’t he the one who cleared the entire Tower of Chaos?”

“That’s right. Today he’ll observe as Sir Gerard’s representative and test your abilities.”

Emilia’s eyes gleamed intensely from within the shadows of her robe.

Alfonse was pleased by this sight.

‘Is she feeling competitive after seeing a Hunter of her age who set the highest record in the Tower of Chaos?’

It wasn’t bad.

What Emilia lacked was confidence and fighting spirit.

The fact that she was emotionally stirred in some way by seeing Min-ho was positive in itself.

How long had it been since his late-acquired disciple showed such an active attitude?

Suppressing his pleased feelings, he tapped the floor with his foot once more.

“Let’s change locations.”

[Spatial Magic – Mass Teleport]

Pure white radiance enveloped the group.

* * *

I closed my eyes against the white light that struck my retinas, then opened them.

“Where are we?”

“It’s spatial movement magic, Master.”

Instead of the Tower Master’s room that resembled a library.

We had moved to a wide space reminiscent of a sparring ring.

Spatial movement.

When Alfonse cast magic.

I felt the mana waves interfering with my body.

“Could you have resisted?”

“Yeah. I think it would be possible.”

“Excellent. You’ve properly grasped the essence of mana emission.”

“Is that so?”

“Heh. Not just anyone can do that.”

There are two ways to resist magic.

Either spread mana externally to disrupt the arrangement structure.

Or use internal mana to deflect the interference.

The former is a mage’s method, while the latter is a warrior’s means.

Phew.

If I had resisted without thinking, I would have been left alone at the clock tower summit.

That could have been trouble.

“Since Master possesses both talents, you can use whichever method is convenient.”

“Haha. Mage, hasn’t our Lord already learned to resist using mana emission?”

“Hmph. Who’s to say he won’t quickly master the other method too?”

Mana resistance.

I learned something useful.

But still.

“Isn’t she staring at me too much?”

I lowered my voice and whispered to my two vassals.

A purple robe shrouded in shadows.

The person called the Tower Master’s disciple was staring at me with intense(?) eyes.

Does she think of me as a rival?

Somehow I feel like I’m being hated.

“Ingrid.”

“Yes, Master.”

“What did you just do?”

“Ah. Did you notice!”

“I realized it when I saw your mana moving.”

The mana waves that enveloped the entire Tower Master’s room.

At first, I didn’t even know that flow was artificial.

Only when Ingrid interfered with the mana through some means could I sense the discomfort.

“That was mana resistance.”

“I think I roughly understand.”

Though unintended, I had grasped both methods of resisting magic.

It became a day of learning many things.

“As expected of Master! I believed in you!”

“Hmmmm.”

Hey guys.

Let’s not be competitive about such things.

“Hahahaha. Now it’s my turn.”

Shing—

The sword drawn from its sheath scattered a blue-black light.

The weapon symbolizing Black Knight Gerard.

The Fallen Knight’s Blood Longsword revealed its form.

Red light swirled between the overall black-toned blade.

The temperature seemed to drop about 5 degrees from the chill emanating from the blade.

“What do you think?”

My question contained many meanings.

The Fallen Knight’s Blood Longsword was the beloved weapon used by Sir Isra in life.

Who could the sword’s modifier ‘fallen knight’ refer to?

The answer was all too obvious.

It was a weapon he had used as a makeshift staff in the moments when his strength was failing and he was collapsing.

I couldn’t even imagine what his feelings might be like.

“Hah. I am fine.”

Sir Isra spoke while swinging his sword in an X pattern.

“The grudges of the past already ended the moment my breath ceased.”

“······I see.”

“My second life shall be devoted entirely to my Lord.”

Phew.

That’s a relief.

Making the sword loan a condition was for Sir Isra’s sake.

On one hand, I was a bit worried too.

I guess I was overthinking it.

“Master.”

Step— Step—

When I shifted my gaze at Ingrid’s words.

The disciple of Sir Alfonse, today’s sparring partner, slowly approached.

From the first moment we met, he had been glaring only at me.

This situation doesn’t seem very pleasant to him.

It can’t be helped.

When someone hates me for no reason.

I have no choice but to give them a reason, don’t I.

“Do you have something to say?”

Removing as much wariness as possible from my voice.

I responded with an attitude that seemed to pay him no mind.

Let’s hear why you came.

“I, I, I, I.”

The opponent who was stuttering suddenly thrust something forward.

It was paper and a pen.

“Please give me your autograph!”

Who, me?

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