Ttogak.
First, I took a few steps toward the audience. The action didnât mean much. Just to find some composure. Did I want to confirm the presence of my trustworthy Grandfell?
Because I know Grandfellâs temperament.
âHis back and posture are still stiff.â
I didnât expect Grandfell to leave on a whim, and thankfully, I was right. He kept his mouth shut. Even in a situation where everything is entrusted to me, it seems like he canât tolerate a bad appearance.
I arrange the brooches neatly.
âIf you really have the spirit to organize your clothesâ¦â¦!â
What the hell am I supposed to do about this situation?!
I, Lee Hoyeol, was panicking like crazy.
I face the gazes that are falling on me with a straight face.
It was the first step of the ãReversal Magic Schoolã.
âAccording to the rules of the Magic Tower, seniors are not allowed to attend.â
Thanks to this, the majority of the audience were apprentice mages.
Adept mages who had just gotten out of their apprenticeship.
At that point, someone might ask.
Well, if itâs just apprentice and adept, why not just skip it? Even if there was something wrong with my lessons, who would dare to question the Chief Mage of the Magic Tower.
I will hold back my patience and answer.
âYou said most, not all.â
Yes, I conceded, it was understandable that Master Marcelo was in the audience. Why, even his handwriting on the parchment weâd exchanged showed his feelings.
âThere is a rule about seniors, but there is no rule about Tower Masterâ¦â¦.â
It doesnât exist in the Magic Towerâs vast rules, and Marcelo would never read my uncomfortable feelings and ask me difficult questions.
âLetâs just say Marcelo understands.â
But why are you all there!
Pure-blooded Mage clan, Twilight Descendants.
The Twilight Descendants, including Mary, occupy the audience, their distinctive violet eyes gleaming with curiosity. I can hear their telepathic whispers in my ear.
âYouâre being reticent, Claudi.â
âHeâs giving me time to prepare, to accept the knowledge.â
âI canât wait! Reversal Magic. What kind of interference process is there?â
Iâm overwhelmed, really.
My gaze traveled the entire length of the Crystal Hall.
My gaze finally stops at the players.
âJesse Heinness.â
Or, more accurately, Jesseâs cone hat. Inside that cone hat is the former Tower Master. A grumpy catâs face comes to mind, and I feel a heat rush through my head.
âIf I have that personality and stutter.â
Through the innocent Jesse, who knows nothing.
Heâs going to ask me a million questions that will embarrass me.
I speak for the last time.
To Grandfell, who was practicing silence inside me.
âI may have been a bit of a jerk, but honestly, youâre a jerk, arenât you?â
Grandfell, youâre the one who started it.
So why donât we make up here?
Letâs be honest about everythingâ¦.
Grandfellâs response to my request?
Instead of answering, the snout suddenly starts moving.
It was no different from a declaration of war.
âWell, letâs begin.â
Begin?
On your terms?
What are you really doing to me?!
*
Hoyeol was uncharacteristically quiet.
Well, Hoyeol paces the podium like an eager puppy.
Hoyeol only cares for his beloved brooch.
It was quite possible for me to notice something different from usual.
Unfortunately.
Marceloâs mind was filled with only one thought.
âI wonder if Iâll ever understand.â
Reversal Magic.
In fact, the interference process couldnât have been simpler.
All you had to do was reverse the process.
However, no one else could properly manifest Reversal Magic, except for Chief Lee. Not even the Twilight Descendants who had exceptional talents, let alone in the Magic Tower.
âBecause they canât keep up with the phenomenal speed of computation.â
In short, the realm of talent.
Those who lacked talent could not be surpassed, which meant that unless one was as talented as Chief Lee, they would not even be able to properly manifest Reversal Magic.
âItâs a magic thatâs like an illusion in a painting.â
One might ask, then.
Even if apprentice or adept mages donât have the knowledge to recognize the truth, why did they attend the event despite knowing everything?
Marcelo raised a small smile.
âItâs just a little bit of expectation.â
Expectations as the founder of Theoretical Magic.
Before Marcelo founded Theoretical Magic, magic was truly a sanctuary for the chosen few.
It was more about following sparks of inspiration than logic.
Even the most exceptionally gifted could spend years manifesting and mastering a single minor magic.
âRegardless of the level, it was no different from Lordâs reversal magic.â
However, after understanding the manifesterâs intention.
And theorizing about that intent.
With the advent of theoretical magic, mages could move toward truth through effort, not talent.
That made Marcelo more nervous than anyone.
âDo I dare to think I can understand the Lordâs intentions?â
Marcelo realized.
It didnât depend on his own efforts.
It depends on his intentions.
Like teaching a child to walk.
It would only be possible, he thought, if the Lord had mercy on him.
The corners of his mouth that had gone up suddenly became distorted bitterly.
ââ¦â¦I feel ridiculous for having expectations.â
The Lord had already shown me great mercy.
It is only my lack of understanding that is lacking.
It was the moment when Marcelo scolded himself.
âThe reversal magic has begun.â
Hoyeolâs words were unexpected.
âThatâs right. From my desperate struggles.â
â â¦â¦! â
Marcelo felt the shock of a slap to the back of his head.
He was sure of it.
Reversal Magic was the most pedantic and beautiful process of interference he knew.
âThat reversal magic started from strugglingâ¦â¦?â
I couldnât believe it, but I didnât pay attention to it.
As I said, theoretical magic begins with understanding the intent of the magic.
The Lord raised a topic.
âFrom then on, Iâll figure out the true intentions of the Lord.â
I thought I had to do it.
From Hoyeolâs mouth.
More unbelievable words pour out of his mouth.
âNo one has unlimited magic power. It is an unchanging common knowledge, and even I am no exception. Reversal Magic was created to produce more efficiency than the amount consumed even with insufficient magic power.â
Even more shocking than before.
âWhy.â
Marcelo muttered to himself.
âWhy would you say that?â
He could feel it in his gut.
Chief Lee is telling âwhite liesâ.
Marcelo had seen Hoyeol magic manifestation many times before.
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Chief Leeâs unrivaled magic power.
Where does it come from?
âChief Lee is a man who never lies.â
And yet, to say that his magic power is lacking.
Marceloâs shoulders trembled slightly.
âNo way, even if you break your convictions.â
Give us a chance to learn.
You mean to show us mercy?
Marceloâs vision blurred for a moment.
He was moved to tears.
Marcelo was not even given time to realize.
âYour mercy will not be in vain, my lord.â
*
Letâs see, if we go back further.
âTechnically, I am the creator of reversal magic.â
Our good sir Grandfell doesnât even need crude reversal magic, right? At the point when Grandfell closed his mouth, there was no way to make a grand package.
Eventually, I began to speak honestly.
âHow long can you keep fooling me?â
Truly a desperate struggleâ¦â¦
A time when there was not even a trace of magical power. Furthermore, it was a time when sword skills were a mess, and due to the limitations of the class called [Demon Hunter], even facing common gnolls struggled.
âTrue reversal begins with recognizing yourself.â
I, Lee Hoyeol, realized the topic early on and persevered. This means that I have been able to survive until now with the reversal magicâ¦â¦!
âThis is more like a confession than a lecture.â
Iâm sorry, Grandfell.
My reverse-magic confession may have just destroyed the image youâve built up of yourself as a prodigious talent. But I snorted shamelessly.
âWell, if you didnât like it, you shouldnât have kept your mouth shut.â
Lack of magic power.
If you look closely, it is an interference process that is nothing special.
Summarized in one word: trick.
When I finished speaking, there was silence in the Crystal Hall.
By the looks on their faces.
Everyone was quite shocked.
âItâs more relaxing than I thought and itâs okay.â
Why, I canât stand it because Iâm embarrassed when others reveal my secrets.
Itâs not a bad feeling to confess to myself.
What should I say, itâs more than pleasant, itâs exhilarating?
âItâs time to let the bubble burst.â
Iâve always said that great expectations lead to great disappointments.
The bigger the expectations I had for myself, the worse it was for me.
Of course, Grandfell has proven underestimation and made overestimation a reality.
âI guess itâs a perspective you donât understand.â
I opened my mouth.
âIâll take questions.â
It was a formal statement.
âWhat questions does everyone have?â
I couldnât think of anything to ask.
I can tell you how much I suffered from a lack of magical power. If someone really asked, I could answer honestly. It was common for me to suffer magical exhaustion from a common mob that was less than level 100.
However.
It looks like everyone is really shocked by this.
How could they be so quiet?
I stare at the Crystal Hall in disbelief.
âMarcelo, are you crying?â
Marcelo was pressing his pale hands to the corners of his eyes!
Are you crying out of sadness because your fantasy about me has been shattered?
Maybe youâre crying because you miss Grandfell, not me.
Wait a minute, if Marcelo is so sad that he wipes the corners of his eyes, what about the others� It was a moment when I, Lee Hoyeol, grasped the situation at an unprecedented speed.
Clap.
From somewhere.
Clap clap clap.
The applause began to erupt. Soon, I was roughly stunned by the sound of applause filling the Crystal Hall. Why is everyone suddenly acting so scary?
âNo, I didnât do anything!â
And that was it.
It stayed still the whole time.
Grandfellâs snout spoke again.
âAs expected.â
Whatâs going on? What are you talking about, really!
âAs expected.â
Not just one ray.
Grandfell stared at the light, now even more brilliant.
And he thought.
The time has come for your light to shine for all, not just me.
So, then.
âJust as you guided me.â
I, too, am just guiding you.
My dear. (ê·¸ëì¬)
That you may recognize your own warmth.
âOne after another.â
The applause died down as he spoke.
Grandfell hid his emotions well beneath his iron skin, and he continued speaking according to his plan. This too, if you are the person I have been watching for so long, you will be able to do it.
âAs of this moment.â
You may think itâs a one way road.
Please understand.
After all.
âWe will hold a special conference hosted by the Chief.â
Because every path is prepared for you.
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tl/n :
ê·¸ëì¬ mean:
1. If the listener is a friend or younger, a formal pronoun for that person.
2. Pronouns that call people intimately, usually in song lyrics or writing.