The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 221

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Episode 221
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We had crossed over without activating cognition obstruction to appear like just an ordinary party.
Yet such a commotion erupted in an instant.
I had clearly underestimated how desperately the users craved hidden pieces.
Thinking it best to reactivate the cognition obstruction immediately, I asked Fiora to cast it again.
Only then, with the users unable to recognize them, could I move about more freely.
But still.
‘So this is what a High Elf feels like.’
I had thought they were rare to encounter.
But to possess such presence.
I would need to be far more cautious going forward.
“High Elves do not typically appear unless at the World Tree or certain specific locations.”
“I see.”
After hearing Silvanor’s explanation, I could better understand the users’ reaction.
In other words, unless they were ranker-tier users, they would rarely encounter one.
For one to suddenly appear in the Sixth Region.
It was understandable.
After reviewing the lesson, I had come to infiltrate the Knights Order based on the fragmentary memories remaining in Hindel.
Should I head toward the Knights Order?
As Yoo Sung-hyun moved with that thought in mind.
A faint presence emanated from the alley.
No, more precisely, it wasn’t a presence at all….
‘A Ghost?’
My abilities had grown stronger now, allowing me to detect Ghosts across a wider radius.
So I could now sense even their aura.
Though Ghosts could certainly exist, just as I was about to dismiss it.
I tilted my head at the slightly different sensation.
It wasn’t that they were unusual Ghosts.
Multiple Ghosts were gathering and cautiously approaching me.
What was this?
‘This has never happened before.’
Multiple Ghosts converging and coming this way.
They couldn’t be malevolent Ghosts.
All Ghosts held affection for me.
Curious, I waited.
Not long after.
A voice reached me.
-Your Excellency, Your Excellency. Could you possibly help us?
“Hmm?”
Ghosts suddenly appearing and asking for help—that was refreshing to me.
I found it somewhat novel from my perspective.
The ghosts had always tried to give me something, but they rarely asked for help.
In other words, was this matter serious enough that even I was being asked for assistance?
Such thoughts naturally arose.
As I regarded the ghosts with this in mind.
I sensed such desperation in them that I examined them more carefully.
They were all dressed in the garb of knights.
There were roughly five of them.
Yet judging by their uniformly aggrieved expressions.
‘What happened to them?’
Usually in such cases, it was connected to a Hidden Quest.
From my perspective, there was no reason to refuse.
Above all.
-My lord, we heard from ghosts who drifted in from other cities… that you had helped other ghosts.
-We feel ashamed that we cannot give you something in return as is only proper.
-But if you would help us, we shall give you everything we know!
Ghosts asking for help with such fervent enthusiasm.
This unfamiliar sight only strengthened my desire to help them.
I extended my hand to listen to them, absorbing their memories and experiences.
All of them took on expressions of joy.
As if they understood I was willing to help.
[‘Unknown Power’ displayed abilities beyond current stats.]×5
[Strength +2, Agility +2, Stamina +2 permanently increased.]×5
My Strength, Agility, and Stamina each rose by 10.
Given the total of 6, they were all excellent knights.
Their experience was certainly outstanding as well.
After reading their memories, I could recall a single phrase.
“Equinox Knights…”
And I murmured as I spoke the name Equinox Knights.
Perhaps.
‘Combined with Hindel’s memories, I might be able to handle everything.’
Realizing an excellent opportunity had arrived, I smiled with satisfaction.
And seeing me like that, Helena beside me asked.
“What are you going to do?”
“First, let’s find Leon Banzar.”
0.
Among the dilapidated buildings located on the outskirts of Sysvalt.
From a shabby house, a man who seemed to have once been muscular emerged with unsteady steps and furrowed his brow.
He wasn’t particularly trying to do anything.
‘Damn it.’
In a state where even moving was difficult, the man felt his pride deeply wounded by having to venture out and purchase food due to hunger.
Yet he could not endure the gnawing emptiness in his stomach, so he pulled his hood low over his face, went to a nearby shop to buy simple ingredients, and attempted to return home with a limping gait.
The thought of whether life was worth living under such circumstances weighed heavily upon him.
But because injustice had left him unable even to die.
The mere fact of merely prolonging his existence felt utterly wretched.
If he were to perish, everything would inevitably be buried with him.
Waiting for the moment, waiting for the day when he could wield the blade of vengeance.
He continued to eke out his existence.
‘…Will that day ever truly come?’
But had even the blade of vengeance itself grown dull by now?
Or had despair at this wretched life made everything feel futile?
With such thoughts, he made his way home with labored movements.
From his awkward gait alone, one could see that the firm musculature and vitality he once possessed had withered away.
Had it not been for that incident, he would never have fallen to such a state.
Above all, the fact that his own subordinates had also suffered because of it filled him with unbearable resentment.
He desperately wished to exact his revenge by any means.
But was such a thing possible with this debilitated body?
To be honest.
‘…Even if my body were whole, that opponent would not be easy.’
He needed to find someone who could deal with that creature in his stead.
But could he truly find anyone willing to aid him in this wretched state?
Despair compounding upon despair.
Even the thought of ending it all had begun to cross his mind.
With a sigh escaping unbidden, the man lifted his gaze to the heavens above.
In his honest heart, he wished to end everything.
But caught between the obligation to seek vengeance and a will broken by his debilitated form, he resented this ironic predicament in which he could do neither.
And as he made his way home.
Four figures in black robes, their hoods pulled deep over their faces, appeared before him.
Though the accident had left his body impaired.
The man’s senses remained as sharp as they once were.
He could feel the formidable power emanating from those who blocked his path.
Each one was a powerhouse.
Together, they possessed strength that surpassed even his former self.
One might have wondered where such beings had emerged from, but the man did not.
‘So they’ve finally come.’
They had still been hunting him all this time.
Though only this debilitated body remained after the accident.
Did they mean to take even that from him?
Such a torrent of emotion transformed into power and radiated outward into the surrounding space.
Not what he once was, they say.
After all, this man had been one of the formidable powers that once commanded this city.
His momentum alone could not be easily dismissed.
As if determined to proclaim that he remained a force to be reckoned with, the man drew upon his full strength.
Unable to conceal his displeasure, he yanked off the hood he’d pulled down deeply and shouted.
“Did Ragna Ecrion send you?”
That displeased voice.
Yet the one who appeared to be the leader among the four blocking his path stepped forward readily, removed his robe, and took off the black mask revealed beneath as he spoke.
“No.”
“….”
He denied it.
But the man did not believe him.
How could he easily trust in such circumstances?
Yet the one who had removed his mask stepped closer and spoke.
“Wehad. I came seeking you to fulfill a request he made before his death.”
“…We, Wehad… you say?”
“Yes. To stop Ragna Ecrion of the Equinox Knights, I have come. I am Leon Banzar, former commander of the Equinox Knights.”
“…!!!”
At those words, the man’s eyes widened.
The fact that he had come seeking him while speaking the name of his own subordinate.
Yet suspicion must not be abandoned.
It could merely be emotional manipulation, an attempt to ensnare him in a trap.
Though such thoughts crossed his mind, the man—no, Leon—looked at the young man before him and considered.
If this were a trap.
A sweet trap meant to deceive him by selling out Wehad’s name, someone who had suffered alongside him.
Then perhaps it would not be so bad to fall for it and have it end, he thought, and answered.
“Fine. Follow me.”
As Leon spoke those words.
“I am Yoo Sung-hyun. I look forward to your cooperation.”
1.
Once they entered Leon’s shabby and dilapidated home.
Yoo Sung-hyun regarded Leon with somewhat pitying eyes.
Once the commander of the Equinox Knights, which had been called one of the three great Knights Orders of this city.
To think he had fallen to such a state.
Leon, conscious of this as well, looked around with a somewhat forlorn expression and spoke.
“Just sit anywhere.”
There were only two chairs at the table, so Yoo Sung-hyun, as the leader, sat in the chair across from Leon, while Helena, Fiora, and Silvanor stood behind him.
Leon looked at them, let out a small sigh, nodded, and spoke.
“So Wehad asked you to take revenge?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“…Wehad survived back then…?”
It was a situation where that should have been impossible.
I couldn’t fathom how he could have survived such circumstances.
Leon regarded Yoo Sung-hyun with the faintest seed of doubt taking root.
Yoo Sung-hyun nodded as if he already knew what Leon was thinking.
And he handed something to Leon.
It was a notebook no larger than a palm, and the moment Leon saw it, his eyes widened in astonishment.
“That… is Wehad’s diary.”
“Yes. If you look at what’s written at the end, you’ll understand.”
Leon opened the final page as Yoo Sung-hyun suggested.
There, inscribed with the bitterness of an untimely death, was a dying wish pleading with Leon Banzar to stop Ragna Ecrion—that man who had defiled the Equinox Knights alongside him.
The handwriting was unmistakably Wehad’s.
As Leon lifted his gaze from the diary.
Yoo Sung-hyun continued.
“I happened to discover it while hunting near the Cliff.”
It was genuine.
After reading the memories from Wehad’s ghost, I went to that Cliff and retrieved the diary.
With it, I was able to obtain the beginning of a Quest.
But expecting Leon to fully believe this was almost a gamble.
So I waited with a slightly anxious expression.
Leon closed his eyes tightly for a moment, then nodded.
“Very well, I’ll place my trust in you. But Ragna Ecrion is no trivial opponent.”
“I’m aware. That’s why I intend to infiltrate the Equinox Knights. Could you provide me with a letter of recommendation?”
At those words, Leon’s expression darkened considerably.
From Leon’s perspective, Yoo Sung-hyun was a foreigner.
A letter of recommendation for such a foreigner?
It was absurd.
Even if a letter of recommendation were written, only knights could use it.
Strong though he might be, there was no way a foreigner could utilize such a letter.
“Even if I write a letter of recommendation, only knights can use it. Without a knightly title….”
“I possess a knightly title.”
“…?”
A foreigner with a knightly title?
How could a foreigner possibly have that?
Leon regarded Yoo Sung-hyun with an expression of bewilderment.
Yoo Sung-hyun simply offered a knowing smile.

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