The AI Archmage - Chapter 57
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AI Archmage Episode 57
Lumia Kabala is a genius.
However, if judged by the standards of a Magic Tower master, it would be difficult to say her level was high.
There was an unavoidable reason for this.
After Belusian, the 9th Circle Archmage and Tower Master, went missing, the Blue Tower was thrown into emergency.
And before long, high-ranking mages left the Blue Tower either by force or by their own will.
Naturally, only mages of mediocre level remained in the Blue Tower, and Lumia was semi-forcibly made to become the Blue Tower Master.
And naturally, she had to learn magic through self-study.
Thanks to her exceptional innate talent, she quickly rose to the 6th Circle, but from here on, self-study becomes very inefficient.
The information accumulated through the sacrifices and contemplations of countless mages over a thousand years of history cannot be ignored.
“With the Tower Master’s talent, you would reach the 7th Circle within five years even without anyone else’s help.”
“Uh…? Thank you for the compliment.”
“However, if you elevate your realm through proper education, that ‘five years’ would be reduced to ‘one year’.”
“Ah…”
“When there’s a good method available, is there any need to take the difficult path of self-study?”
At those words, Lumia unconsciously nodded her head.
Sion’s words were reasonable.
No matter how exceptional one’s talent, when there’s an efficient path available, there’s no reason not to take it.
“Um, excuse me… I’ve been wondering about this for a while. Who exactly do you have as your Master, Sion?”
Lumia was certain that Sion had a master.
Without that, it would be impossible to reach this level of mastery at Sion’s age.
Naturally, he must have been born with talent far superior to hers, but there must have been a master who nurtured that talent.
At that question, Sion fell into thought for a moment.
‘A master…’
For now, as he had told Casen, his master should be Altair.
That would be convenient for convincing those around him, and there would be many things he could utilize.
“Come to think of it, I haven’t told the Tower Master about my master before.”
“No, you haven’t. Of course, they must be an incredible person. I think they would be someone interested in magic engineering who has achieved their own domain in magic as well. Perhaps… like my master, they might be an Archmage who has reached the 9th Circle…”
“It’s Altair.”
“I see! Altair… Huh?”
Lumia, who had been reflexively nodding at Sion’s words, opened her eyes wide and tilted her head.
“…What?”
“Altair. If you haven’t heard of him before…”
“No, no, wait a moment.”
Lumia shook her head as if trying to clear her thoughts, then spoke carefully.
“By any chance, is the Altair you’re referring to the former Continental Workshop Alliance Leader, the continent’s only 5-star workshop craftsman, and a close friend of my master Belusian Kabala…”
“That’s the Altair I mean.”
Sion nodded calmly.
“The reason I’m offering to teach the Tower Master magic isn’t just because my magical mastery is higher than yours, but also because my magical knowledge originates from Belusian.”
“Uh, w-wait a minute?”
Lumia somehow managed to turn her dazed mind and organize her thoughts.
“So Sion was actually… Lord Altair’s disciple?”
“That’s what I’m telling you.”
“Uh…”
Lumia froze again with her mouth agape.
She stood there with that dazed expression for a while, then finally opened her mouth.
“Why, why?”
“Pardon?”
“No, I mean, why on earth, no, how could Sion…”?”
After muttering like that for quite a while and coming to terms with it, Lumia was finally able to accept Sion’s words.
Because if she just accepted the fact that Sion was Altair’s disciple, countless questions would be resolved.
For example, why Sion knew so much about magic engineering.
Because his master was Altair.
And why his magical prowess was so high.
Because Altair’s close friend was Archmage Belusian.
Really, so many things were resolved.
“Ah.”
Having thought that far, Lumia let out a hollow laugh.
Thinking about it this way, she couldn’t understand why she had only just now realized it.
The fact that only Altair was an extraordinary enough existence to raise someone like Sion.
“Then, is he…?”
“Unfortunately, he is no longer in this world.”
“Ah…”
Lumia sighed at those words.
She had hoped that perhaps through Altair she might learn something about her master’s whereabouts, but that didn’t seem likely.
“I see. So Sion’s master was Lord Altair… Then despite being a direct descendant of Rostery, the reason you chose our Tower was…”
“Because I was interested.”
“Ah…”
Lumia nodded as if she understood and continued speaking.
“Then why did you cause all that commotion in our Tower for three years…?”
“Because of adolescence.”
“Ah, yes…”
It was complete nonsense, but Lumia decided to accept it simply because it was Sion who said it.
What mattered was the fact that Sion was Altair’s disciple.
And in a way, he was quite connected to her as well.
“Heh, hehe…”
At that realization, laughter unconsciously escaped from Lumia’s lips.
‘There was a connection after all.’
In other words, there had been a proper reason why Sion had helped her.
Rather than helping for no reason at all, just because his interest was piqued, this was a more reasonable and reassuring explanation.
“So there was a reason.”
“Of course, my reasons for helping the Blue Tower are more complex than that.”
“Still, it means you’re not helping me because we have no relationship.”
“Well…”
Sion thought for a moment, then nodded.
That was true, after all.
He had seen the potential of magic engineering in the Blue Tower and thought it would serve as a good foundation for his goals.
However, if Lumia truly had no connection to him, would he have helped her as he was doing now?
‘That wouldn’t have been the case either.’
The fact that she was Belusian’s disciple had certainly influenced his decision.
“Then if Master and Lord Altair had been fine, we might have naturally met as friends.”
“That possibility might have existed.”
Though he agreed lightly to her words, in reality there was no such possibility.
After all, there was no possibility of the current Sion and Altair coexisting in the first place.
But well, what’s good is good, isn’t it?
Lumia smiled brightly at Sion’s words.
“Thank you for telling me.”
“There wasn’t really any reason to hide it anyway.”
Sion chuckled softly and returned to the main topic.
“In any case, what’s important is that the education I’ll provide to the Tower Master going forward is not unrelated to Belusian’s knowledge.”
“Ah…”
“My master was Belusian’s close friend. Naturally, they shared their magical knowledge as equals.”
“My master had extensive exchanges with Belusian. They taught and learned from each other about magical and engineering aspects.”
“That makes sense. Come to think of it, Master left quite a few engineering records as well.”
“So you can trust me completely. There’s no mage anywhere on this continent who could educate the Tower Master in a manner as suitable as I can.”
“Ah, I believe that.”
Lumia nodded at Sion’s words.
There wasn’t the slightest hint of hesitation in her eyes.
“I’ll do my best to learn.”
“Good.”
Actually, he had planned to teach her even if she said she didn’t want to learn, but he didn’t bother mentioning that.
“Then shall we proceed with the first lesson right away?”
“…Huh?”
Lumia hesitated at those words.
She had said she would do her best to learn, but they were starting lessons right now?
“Uh, no, what exactly are we…”
“First of all.”
Sion said with a bright smile.
“Let’s start with the secret magic of Belusian, the Tower Master’s master.”
“…Secret?”
A very concerning word had come up.
Lumia unconsciously widened her eyes as she asked.
“Secret?”
“Yes.”
“Why would you know about that, Sion?”
“Ah, let me correct that.”
Sion decided to explain the magic he was about to teach her.
“To be precise, it’s Belusian and Altair’s Joint Secret Magic.”
The magic that Belusian couldn’t pass on to his disciple.
From now on, Sion would pass it on in place of his friend.
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Under the hall where brilliant light streamed down, a massive round table was placed.
And in front of that round table, a young man stood quietly.
A handsome man with red hair.
Neat and with calm eyes, he wore a red robe.
“Hayden, my disciple.”
The old man sitting across from him looked at the young man and continued speaking.
“The Council has reached a conclusion. And naturally, the Council has concluded in the direction you desired.”
“Thank you, my master.”
Hayden bowed his head with a respectful attitude.
Hayden Kaul.
The successor designated as the next Red Tower Master, and one of the promising talents in the Magic Council.
He heard the words he had so desperately longed for from his master.
“Master, then…”
“There’s no reason to leave the Blue Tower’s dangerous elements as they are. The Blue Tower has declined, but even so, the danger they harbor is not low.”
Hayden nodded at those words. Of course, he didn’t fully agree with his master’s words.
The Blue Tower was now nothing more than a toothless tiger.
Hayden couldn’t understand why the Council was so wary of such a fallen Magic Tower.
But even though that was his thinking, he quietly bowed his head for now.
There was no need to reveal such irreverent thoughts.
He just needed to use this Council’s excessive wariness.
His master’s words continued.
“The Council has agreed to make you an envoy. And if the Blue Tower wishes to accept the reasonable proposal you’ve presented, we will rightfully embrace the Blue Tower as a member of the Council.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
The Council’s envoy.
At those words, Hayden smiled secretly.
The symbolism and authority it carried were very high.
So this time, she wouldn’t be able to refuse his proposal.
It wasn’t even a bad proposal to begin with.
Hayden couldn’t understand why she had been refusing his proposals all this time.
Of course, that would end now too.
The Blue Tower wouldn’t be able to refuse.
“Take this.”
At the gesture of Hayden’s Master, Rotel Kaul, Hayden approached him.
Rotel handed him the Council’s Emblem with eyes filled with powerful mana.
“As long as you carry this emblem, you act on behalf of the Council’s will.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
Hayden carefully placed the emblem his Master had given him into his chest.
And he bowed respectfully.
“I will never act in a way that brings shame to you, Master.”
“I trust you.”
Archmage, Rotel Kaul.
He trusted his disciple.
However, even so, he gave his disciple one warning.
“Ah, and if you go to the Blue Tower, keep an eye on one individual. It seems he’s not someone to be taken lightly.”
“…Who is that?”
“Sion Rostery.”
Rotel spoke to his disciple as if finding it amusing.
“Recently, he’s apparently a young man the Blue Tower Master keeps close by.”
“Lumia, you mean?”
Twitch.
Hayden frowned, not hiding his displeasure.
“…Sion Rostery.”
“My disciple, you remember this Master’s words, don’t you. A mage of the Red Tower is…”
At Rotel’s words, Hayden answered with emphasis.
“One who maintains and conquers.”
“That’s right.”
Rotel looked at his disciple and spoke with a bitter smile.
“Go, and conquer.”
“Yes, Master.”
Hayden steeled his resolve and bowed his head to his Master.
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