Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 264

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 264

170. We Were Already Short on Them

The fourth ancient magic power concentrate.

It took a while, but I got my hands on it.

The jungle legend Griffin spoke of was real after all.

“The legend… was actually true?”

Long, long ago, a mage taught ‘magic’ to the people of this jungle.

However, due to their greed, he took back that power and went deep into the jungle…

That power was being used by some old mage named ‘Annabel’ who posed as a sorcerer.

Well, strictly speaking, it’s not a ‘real’ legend.

“Rather than being fact, it’s more like a legend was plausibly created.”

Should I say it’s a story created thanks to the power that slept deep in the jungle for ages.

Still, well, it fits together reasonably well.

“Hmm. Would it be better to write an article about the legend? No, I should reveal the truth.”

“Do whatever you want with that.”

Anyway, that power has now become mine.

The power that once belonged to the Ancient Arcana Kingdom has now settled in my heart.

Along with new abilities.

Mana more powerful and dense than any other.

Fierce, sharp, and sensitive sensing ability.

Following the composure that allows me to maintain calm in any situation…

“Altur.”

“Yeah?”

“Hold out your hand.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Just hold it out.”

“Why all of a sudden… Huh!”

I became able to amplify a target’s mana.

More precisely…

Just like that ‘sorcerer’ named Annabel did, I became able to temporarily lend my ancient magic power.

“Wh-what is this! What kind of power is this…?”

“Try casting magic in that state.”

Altur seemed extremely excited.

Of course.

Part of the ancient magic power I was using has now been temporarily granted to that fellow.

“Swirl and blow it away.”

What Altur cast as a test after completing his rearrangement was 2-Chain wind magic.

It’s simply at the level of shooting a single sharp gust of wind-

Rustle.

Crack, thud.

Though it wasn’t a very large tree, the tree split in two and fell over.

“…”

Thanks to that, Altur’s mouth also gaped wide open.

“That’s… impossible… A 2-Chain magic spell having this kind of power…?”

Actually, if magic is used with the same type of rearrangement, there isn’t much difference in power whether a 1-Chain mage or 9-Chain mage uses it.

In the end, the power and efficiency differ in the rearrangement, but I provided power that completely ignored that and then some.

Though only for a very brief moment.

“It disappeared again.”

“It only lasts a short time.”

“Still! How is this kind of power even possible…? How on earth did you do it?”

“Just. Instinctively.”

Actually, it was like this every time I obtained an ancient magic power concentrate.

There’s no manual, and no one taught me, but I just used it naturally.

Of course, there were things I discovered by chance, but this case is a bit different.

The moment I absorbed the concentrate, the amount of mana increased considerably, and I immediately realized what I could do.

“Come to think of it, that woman named Annabel borrowed and used power and distributed it to those apostles.”

Originally, ancient magic power is a force that’s hard to even approach without qualification.

Yet the fact that Annabel could ‘borrow’ it, even temporarily, was it thanks to the unique ability dwelling in this ancient magic power concentrate?

Anyway, it’s an ability that could be of great help.

All people possess mana and exert power through that mana.

And amplifying that mana is no different from amplifying that person’s power.

Just like how Altur’s 2-Chain magic just now produced power at almost 4-Chain magic level.

“Just what kind of power do you possess…”

I chuckled at Altur’s response.

Anyway, this power seems to need research and training.

Whether the duration is short, or whether the amount of mana I can share is small.

That’s something I can figure out when I return.

What’s important right now is something else.

Over there, nearly 20 apostles glaring at me.

Now that ‘Mother’ is dead, these people have fallen from apostles to mere mages.

“Let’s think about dealing with those guys.”

The sorcerer is dead.

Now there’s no need for the village to offer sacrifices.

The ‘Tree Castle’ and the ancient tree that was the sorcerer’s base and research location have essentially collapsed.

So what should be done with them?

“Those people… will they just continue living in the jungle?”

At Altur’s muttering, I offered a simple solution.

“Well, we can just ask them.”

So I walked over with big strides and approached the female apostle I had captured earlier.

“…What happened over there?”

Since she asked, I explained simply.

“Your ‘Mother’ is dead.”

“…!”

Instantly, gazes toward me and outcries could be heard.

“You… killed Mother?”

“That can’t be! That’s impossible!”

“Mother… Mother!”

“We must kill this guy right now!”

I raised my hand and pretended to draw up my mana.

“…”

“…Gasp.”

Just that alone quieted the surroundings.

It seems the situation where they seemed ‘controlled’ just by me displaying power earlier was imprinted on them.

I added more before those guys could get any worse ideas.

“I didn’t kill your mother. Rather, while trying to kill me, she died unable to handle that power herself.”

“Th… that’s a lie…”

“I left the corpse behind. Whether it’s a lie or not, you can go see for yourself. She died from her heart’s circle collapsing.”

“Circle…? Heart?”

Then the female apostle asked me.

“I don’t really understand what you’re saying, but… by heart, do you mean the magic circle?”

“Well, something like that.”

“…This can’t be.”

The female apostle collapsed with a thud.

Though they call magic sorcery, it seems they also understand what it means for the power that forms mana near the heart to collapse.

“I was going to tend to it but just left it. I did block the beasts from approaching though.”

“…”

And gradually rising sounds of weeping.

It’s strange.

Still, they must have been kidnapped after their sense of self had formed to some degree-

What kind of brainwashing makes them grieve like this for the death of someone who separated them from their parents forever?

“Mother really…”

“This can’t be…”

“Mother is gone…”

Simply for teaching them magic, no, sorcery?

Mother’s words suddenly come to mind.

About ‘brainwashing’, one of the skills necessary for assassins.

I never learned it separately, but it’s a technique for kidnapping important figures, brainwashing them, then using them for reverse infiltration or extracting information.

Well, that’s not my concern.

“So what are you all going to do now?”

I asked out of pure curiosity.

“What… do you mean?”

“Since the ‘Mother’ you served is dead.”

“You killed her! If you hadn’t come looking, Mother would, Mother would!”

One of the apostles screamed in anguish.

I answered that with an expressionless and calm response.

“Your Mother coveted my power and tried to use me.”

“…But!”

“But? Death is always regrettable. But does that mean I should have died instead?”

No one answered my calm response.

“Rather than that, you’d better think about how to survive from now on. Continuing to live here in this jungle would be one option.”

I said that while turning around.

I had finished all my business here.

I had obtained the ancient mana concentrate and saved Reutake’s son.

Now all that remained was to return.

The villagers had disliked us from the beginning anyway, so there was no reason to stay longer.

But then someone called out to me.

“Foreigner!”

It was that female apostle.

“A way to survive… did you say a way to survive?”

I turned my head.

“Yes. A way to survive.”

“…What kind of place is the Empire?”

“I can’t say it’s a better place than here.”

“But it’s vast, right? With lots to see?”

That gaze strangely filled with longing.

Besides that female apostle, several other apostles were looking at me with similar gazes.

I nodded.

“At least more than this jungle.”

“Then if we go outside… what could we do?”

Suddenly several apostles shouted angrily.

“This traitor! You… you were in cahoots with that foreigner from the beginning!”

“I wondered how those guys found where we were!”

I drew up my mana again, worried it might get noisier.

Then ridiculously, those guys quieted down again.

“What you could do. That sorcery you use is called ‘magic’ in the Empire.”

“…Magic? I’ve heard of it. Something passed down from very ancient times…”

“Right. That’s it.”

There probably weren’t any mages in the jungle village.

So even if talented children were born, there would be no one to teach them.

Until Annabel established herself in this jungle.

“There’s a lot you can do with magic. You can receive good treatment in the Empire too. Since you’d be skilled personnel.”

Incidentally, the number of mages here right now is typically considered ‘very’ large.

Twenty mages gathered together is a sight hard to see unless it’s at a magic tower.

Mages are that rare.

Because of this, a good idea was occurring to me.

“Then we could go out to the Empire?”

“No. Your identities are unclear. You would have been kidnapped as children and gone missing, or been declared dead.”

“…”

“And even if you did go out, you’d have to face completely different customs and cultures from what you’ve known.”

I know very well people who have lived in isolation for long periods.

Namely, battlefield soldiers.

The war that lasted nearly decades.

The incidents that occurred when soldiers isolated on and accustomed to the battlefield returned home.

The so-called ‘returning soldier syndrome’.

Though it’s absolutely not comparable to that, these people would also face difficulties in a new environment.

“Then… even if we go to the Empire, we’d have a hard time being welcomed anywhere?”

To her question asked in a rather despairing voice, I pondered for a moment before speaking.

“There is a way.”

“Wh, what is it?”

“Going to a magic tower.”

“Magic… tower?”

“A place where mages gather to conduct research.”

Magic towers.

If not all of them, at least a magic tower is the only place that could safely accommodate some of them.

“Dane, you don’t mean…”

“That’s exactly what I mean, Altur.”

And I happen to know a magic tower master who’s been complaining about staff shortages along with tower expansion.

“Do you think the Magic Tower Master would welcome them? These people… we don’t know what problems they might cause. They’ve only lived here and lived only by the rules of this place.”

“That’s for Sidrain to judge.”

Sidrain was always saying he was dying from overwork.

Before the personnel exodus from Antalion Magic Tower began with the Professor Denabo incident, he complained about lack of people.

After mages who escaped to Nirucsion Magic Tower flocked there, he attempted expansion and again complained about lack of people.

Well, mages are always in short supply.

In that sense, I could give a gift to Sidrain, who’s been acting as a figurehead president for the pharmaceutical business in my place.

“How about it?”

“Is it a safe place? Even if ignorant… people like us go there?”

Who would have thought I’d see the day when mages call themselves ignorant.

“Yes. It’s safe. At least while you’re inside. In return, you’d have to provide equivalent compensation.”

“I’ll do anything. As long as I can get out of this place.”

“Good.”

I immediately attempted to communicate with Sidrain.

-Huh? Where? The jungle? You little brat, what the hell are you doing wandering around the entire Empire? This old man, huh? My back is breaking from handling the business you suddenly dumped on me! Of course, the money is pouring in though…

The unrelated stories continued for a moment.

“How about it, are you interested?”

When I roughly explained the situation, a scream came from beyond the communication device.

I chuckled at that scream.

-Dane Sogress! Look at this ridiculous little brat!

Because no matter how I heard it, it was a scream full of joy.

“These people are practically no different from foreigners who know nothing about the Empire. Will that be okay?”

-We can just teach them quickly. You think I’d give up on nearly ten people who can use magic? Hurry up and tell me where you met them!

I chuckled at Sidrain’s reaction, while Altur, who had said it wouldn’t work, looked dazed.

Yeah, I knew this would happen.

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