The AI Archmage - Chapter 40

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AI Archmage Episode 40

 

“I can’t get used to it…”

 

Eira Kobella had been living with a tremendously strange feeling lately.

 

And for good reason – the environment around her had changed far too much in just over a month.

 

First of all, the atmosphere was far more lively and passionate than before.

 

The old Blue Tower wasn’t even worthy of being called one of the Four Great Magic Towers, let alone just a Magic Tower.

 

The students lacked motivation due to various circumstances, and without teachers who could effectively instruct them, their growth was sluggish as well.

 

But now it was different.

 

Though it differed somewhat from what people generally thought of as magic, classes with a clear direction were being conducted.

 

Namely, Sion Rostery’s lectures.

 

“Hey, what are you doing?”

 

Briella, who had quietly approached Eira’s side, tapped her shoulder and spoke.

 

“Oh, Bella.”

 

Eira called her friend by her nickname and smiled.

 

“You came early?”

 

“These days, if you don’t secure a seat in advance, it’s hard to get a good spot.”

 

Briella grumbled as she answered.

 

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that now ‘all students’ in the Blue Tower attended Sion’s lectures.

 

Though nothing was forced, it had naturally become that way.

 

Even the students who initially didn’t trust Sion now had completely different perspectives.

 

And that was…

 

“I really can’t get a feel for what we’ll learn in today’s lecture…”

 

Here, this friend was the same way.

 

‘When exactly did she undergo such a dark evolution?’

 

Eira looked at Briella with a warm expression and thought.

 

At first, she had been growling that she would tear into Sion’s lectures at the slightest mistake…

 

Now she was becoming a faithful student of Teacher Sion, no less than Tult.

 

“But Magic Tool Utilization is really fascinating. I never knew it could be used that way.”

 

“That’s…”

 

At Briella’s words, Eira paused for a moment.

 

She knew magic tools well, and so she understood the content faster than other students.

 

She fell into thought while looking at the magic tool hanging on her wrist.

 

‘Could I make something like this?’

 

Not how to utilize it, but how to create it.

 

Eira found herself pondering such things without realizing it sometimes.

 

She thought she had stopped having such thoughts, but curiosity would arise without her knowing.

 

What would it take to fit circuits capable of that level of calculation into such a small size?

 

But the reason she had been having such thoughts especially lately was…

 

‘Magic alone isn’t enough.’

 

It must be because they hit the limit of innate talent. Magic is truly a ruthless field of study.

 

If you lack talent, that limit is clear.

 

But the path Sion presented to the students was different.

 

The new path he offered made it possible to surpass that limit through effort, even without magical talent.

 

Especially for her, who had talent in engineering, the possibilities would be even higher.

 

Eira let out a small sigh and sat down to wait for class.

 

“What, what? It’s all full?”

 

“That’s why I said we should come early! These days if you come casually, you have to listen from the very back!”

 

Listening to the flustered conversation of students who arrived late, Eira waited for Sion.

 

After a moment, Sion opened the door, entered the lecture hall, and stood on the platform.

 

“Well, everyone’s here.”

 

Sion looked around at the students with those words as usual.

 

“Ah, and before starting today’s lecture, there’s something I need to tell everyone first.”

 

“What is it?”

 

Tult, who occupied the front seat every time like Sion’s faithful slave, raised his hand and asked.

 

“As you all know, the Magic Tower I aim for is not an ordinary Magic Tower. It’s a ‘Magic Craft Tower.'”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“Then naturally, shouldn’t the Magic Craft Tower interact with people related to ‘craft’?”

 

“You don’t mean…”

 

“That’s right. We plan to interact with the Workshop Alliance.”

 

“…!”

 

The students who heard Sion’s words began murmuring.

 

But among them, the most shocked was Eira.

 

She reflexively shot her hand up and shouted.

 

“W-wait, Professor!”

 

“Hmm?”

 

S-suddenly the Workshop Alliance?! B-besides, that’s quite a big place!”

 

“That’s right. It’s the place with the most craftsmen on the continent.”

 

“Wouldn’t they not feel the need to get involved with the Main Tower right now?!”

 

“No.”

 

Sion said firmly.

 

“They will feel the need.”

 

“Why are you so confident?!”

 

“Think about the things I’ve made, my student.”

 

At those words, Eira had no choice but to freeze.

 

She couldn’t deny Sion’s words.

 

Just the inventions of Sion that came to her mind right now would drive craftsmen crazy.

 

‘Chantless Magic Tools.’

 

If this were revealed to the outside world, it would literally cause chaos.

 

And another invention as well.

 

‘Golem.’

 

Hadn’t she just seen a golem that moved completely autonomously and could even hold conversations not long ago?

 

All of that had come from Sion’s mind.

 

He didn’t just excel at design, but also had the talent to bring those designs to reality.

 

Eira had no choice but to acknowledge it.

 

That Sion was a talent that the Workshop Alliance couldn’t help but drool over.

 

If her father were to meet Sion, he would probably try to establish a relationship with him at any cost.

 

“Y-you’re right…”

 

“Right. Anyway, to make a deal, we naturally need to meet in person, and beyond that, we need to have conversations, right?”

 

“Th-that’s right.”

 

“But our Tower still lacks fame. The things I mentioned haven’t been revealed to the outside world yet.”

 

Sion shrugged his shoulders as he continued speaking.

 

“So what can we do? We have to go ourselves.”

 

“Th-that means…”

 

“Now, so I’ll ask.”

 

Sion looked at everyone as he spoke.

 

“Anyone who wants to go on the mission?”

 

* * *

 

“Cough! Cough!”

 

The old man coughed roughly and frowned.

 

“…Elder.”

 

At the worried voice, the old man quietly raised his head to look at the one who had called him.

 

A middle-aged man was looking at him with concern.

 

It was Tyren Cote, the owner of the 3-Star Workshop, Florencia.

 

And the old man’s identity was none other than the ‘Elder’ respected by all workshops on the Continent, Casen Kobella.

 

“I’m fine. …That child?”

 

“It’s confirmed that she’s still staying at the Blue Tower.”

 

“Is that so.”

 

Casen let out a deep sigh and shifted his gaze toward the equipment.

 

“When does she plan to come to her senses? That child’s talent surpasses any craftsman I’ve ever seen…”

 

“Elder…”

 

“Why would she take such talent and waste it on that damned magic…”

 

Casen’s eyes became bloodshot.

 

His wrinkled hands holding the tools began to tremble.

 

He still remembered it vividly.

 

…The old men of the Magic Council who had crushed the pride of the Workshop and insulted his respected master.

 

All mages were like that.

 

Captivated by the sense of privilege that magic brought, they had no thought whatsoever of considering others.

 

If they lack talent, they don’t care how miserable a life others live.

 

Casen had despised such mages.

 

But now that contempt had reached the level of hatred.

 

The reason was simple.

 

“…Those detestable mage bastards who killed Master.”

 

Casen ground his teeth.

 

Tyren waited for a moment to avoid disturbing his mood before asking.

 

“What should we do about the young lady?”

 

“…We can’t leave her in that Tower any longer.”

 

Casen hoped his daughter wouldn’t waste any more time.

 

The reason he had left her there despite knowing she was at the Blue Tower was simple.

 

Because that place was the Tower of Archmage Belusian, who had been his Master’s close friend.

 

And there had been continuous talk that the Blue Tower was very interested in Magic Engineering.

 

But now that consideration was over.

 

“I need to bring that child back.”

 

“Understood.”

 

Tyren nodded.

 

In fact, he too had been thinking it was a waste to let such tremendously talented personnel rot away at the Blue Tower.

 

“But sir, speaking of which, there’s a letter that came from the Blue Tower for you today.”

 

“A letter?”

 

If it was sent from the Blue Tower, the sender would be Blue Tower Master Lumia Kabala.

 

Casen’s eyes trembled for a moment as he thought of that child.

 

“Did that child send it…”

 

“That… no.”

 

“Hm? No?

 

Casen tilted his head.

 

If it wasn’t Lumia, there shouldn’t be anyone else who would send him a letter.

 

It certainly wouldn’t be his daughter who had run away saying she hated him.

 

“It’s from someone called Sion Rostery.”

 

“Sion… Rostery?”

 

He was more interested in the surname than the first name.

 

Because there was no one who didn’t know the Rostery surname.

 

But he couldn’t figure out why someone with that surname would send him a letter.

 

“Hmm… Let me see the letter first.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Casen took the letter Tyren handed him, tore open the envelope, and read it.

 

Tyren carefully asked Casen who was reading the letter.

 

“May I know what the contents are?”

 

“It seems they’re coming on assignment from the Blue Tower to This Place. For practical training. This young man called Sion Rostery appears to be a new instructor who came to the Blue Tower…”

 

“Oh.”

 

Casen continued reading the letter.

 

There wasn’t much content that particularly caught his attention.

 

The mention of a dispatch from the Blue Tower was quite interesting, but that was all there was to it.

 

However, the signature that was ceremonially included at the end of the letter—that was strange.

 

“Th-this is…?”

 

His voice trembled.

 

“Sir…?”

 

“No, that can’t be…”

 

Casen rubbed his eyes and checked the signature again, but no matter how he looked at it, it was what he knew it to be.

 

“Sir, what did you see that…”

 

“Im-immediately…”

 

Casen shouted.

 

“Connect me to the Blue Tower immediately! I need to speak with this fellow named Sion!”

 

“What? Su-suddenly? But why on earth…”

 

“Immediately!”

 

Casen only shouted urgently without explaining the situation.

 

After hurriedly sending Tyren away, Casen checked the signature written at the end of the letter once more.

 

It was certain.

 

‘Master’s signature…!’

 

And it wasn’t the signature he used publicly, but the one Altair used separately only for his disciples and those he trusted.

 

* * *

 

Sion was having another peaceful day.

 

After finishing his lecture as usual and delivering the news about the workshop dispatch, he sat in his chair enjoying the leisure of the day.

 

“Teacher!”

 

“The tea has a nice aroma.”

 

He heard something strange from beside him, but Sion didn’t mind and sipped his tea.

 

“Eira, do you know this? Humans have the ability to roughly ignore and gloss over content they don’t want to hear if necessary.”

 

“You’re saying that for me to hear, aren’t you?”

 

“You understand well.”

 

Sion smiled warmly as he looked at Eira, who was staring at him with a rebellious expression.

 

“What is it?”

 

“A workshop dispatch… Why all of a sudden…”

 

“As I said, it’s because it’s necessary. For the future of the Main Tower as well.”

 

“Then…!”

 

Yes, up to that point was fine.

 

Eira didn’t have much problem with that either. The issue was what came next.

 

“Why… do I absolutely have to be included in this dispatch personnel?”

 

Yes, the fact that she was unconditionally included in this dispatch.

 

That was what she couldn’t comprehend.

 

And at Sion’s words that followed, Eira’s eyes widened greatly.

 

“I’ll meet with your father.”

 

“…!”

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