"A day seventeen years in the making, huh?"
A shiver of excitent moved up Theo's spine as he looked down from the window of the archmage's office.
Located all the way at the top of the mage's tower's main spire, it gave him a perfect view and quite the unique angle at all the festivities happening in the town below.
The streets were bustling with people and filled with all sorts of lights, from candles lighting up the houses in the less prosperous areas of the settlent, to the lampions lining up the streets all the way to the grand chandeliers taken directly from the archmage's tower to decorate the town's main road.
Today was a big day, after all. A dignitary from a forrly undiscovered continent was about to visit the town and likely stay the night to take a rest on his way to the imperial capital!
And if one were to give so credit to the rumors that spread even faster than the man's caravan could march, what that man brought with him was an entirely new look into the frigid and unchanging world of magic!
By all ans, today was a historic event, one that could easily be comparable to when Heron the Great changed how everyone wielded magic by introducing the concept of glyphs, becoming the first officiated archmage since the era of the ancients, even if his peak power ultimately fell short of the title's official requirents.
Which is why, Cornelius - the Empire's crowned Archmage - was down on the street, standing atop the stage with a fully-fledged orchestra behind his back, ready to receive the important guest.
"Just a little longer, you damned rat," Theo's expression sank a little as his eyes locked in on the distant figure, the dim light of the single active candle in Cornelius's office making it pretty much impossible for anyone to spot Theo's figure within the window's fra.
Theo moved his hand up, gently pressing it against his solar plexus as five rings on his fingers - each adorned with a differently colored crystal - reflected the dim light of the candle's dancing fla.
"Just a little longer," Theo's expression turned soft, the sparks of excitent in his eyes lting through the mont of deeply rooted anger.
For seventeen years he endured the bullying of a monster that he created, in a situation he himself was the architect of. Ever since the day he learned of his disability, Theo worked hard to make today happen.
His hand pressed a bit harder low on his chest, as if to mark with pain the one part of his body that caused him so much grief.
Theo's disability was in the form of an extrely narrow mana-gate, putting a near unbreakable limit on how much mana he could absorb or expel at once. No matter how hard he studied, regardless of how much of a genius he was when it ca to magic theory...
Theo could never break through beyond the fifth realm of magic, barely qualifying as a diocre mage.
A truth that he knew about since he was fifteen. A truth that forced him to decide between accepting his limits and living the life knowing full well he would never experience the grand arcana...
Or doing what he actually did, and rebelling against his own fate.
Giving one's own fate a middle finger never ca cheap, easy, or smoothly.
Which is why, Theo had to cheat.
It was because of his stolen contributions that Cornelius rose to prominence. It was because of Theo's silent sches that the forr archmage, a true powerhouse of a combat mage, ended up replaced by the young, rising star in the field of magic theorems - Cornelius himself.
The sa Cornelius that 'just so happened' to stumble upon Theo's research results whenever he needed a political boost, or happily spearheaded Theo's mana-lanes project only to then take most of the credit and nearly all of the rewards for it.
All of it, strictly according to Theo's plan.
With his disability? He could never get the funding for the project of infrastructure that connected all the mage's towers in the empire - the mana-lanes. Neither would he get a shot at ever getting anywhere near the archmage's authority, especially not with an actual competent person holding it.
And finally, with his disability, he could never steal it from a competent archmage.
Cornelius, on the other hand...
Deep down below, the orchestra started to play, with several rows of drumrs beating out the rhythm as the town's gates opened and the dignitary's ceremonial guard crossed through.
Just from their clothes alone anyone could tell they weren't coming from the empire. Their fabrics appeared to flow in the air itself, tensing up and then relaxing at seemingly random intervals, making it hard to even tell what shape they were originally supposed to be.
Their weapons looked like sothing of the last era, an era that the empire's military has long forgone in favor of the only weapons that gave mortals a fighting chance against second-era mages - guns. And yet, while to the eyes of many the emissary guards ca ard with glorified poking sticks and elongated knives...
Even from all the way up in the headmaster's office, Theo could feel the deep, almost primordial mana brimming in each of those blades, ready to unleash pain and suffering upon all those who dared to underestimate them.
And then, as all the instrunts of the orchestra started to play and the cheers of the crowd reached their maximum, the dignitary's carriage passed through the gates, revealing itself to the crowd.
For but a single mont, Theo locked his eyes on the vehicle and then the man sitting on the seat of honor. For but one instant, Theo's face tensed up.
Then, his body all relaxed as a wave of giddy exhilaration filled his soul, his heart pumping adrenaline into his veins in preparation for what was to co.
"Welco!"
Even up in the archmage's office, Theo could hear Cornelius's voice as he raised his hands high, eager to be the first to officially welco the emissary into the empire and, once the dust of the celebration would settle, be the first to peer into the secrets of the unknown magic that the man brought with himself.
Incompetent or not, once he beca the beacon of the new magic, his na would be forever engraved side-by-side with the likes of Heron the Great and the emperors themselves!
'Oh, how sweet it feels to deprive you of it, right as you think you are at your peak!'
Theo's eyes flared up... And so did the yellow crystal in the ring he wore on his pinky.
The crystal cracked, and from within, yellow chains shot out. Unbothered by sothing as trifling as laws of physics, those chains cut straight through the space itself, wrapping themselves around Cornelius's elbows and knees, only to yank the man backwards before he could utter another word.
Just like that, the archmage vanished from the center of the welco stage mid-sentence, dragged by Theo's chains through the broken space.
With a thump, the middle-aged man landed straight back into his office.
And to give credit where it is due, his ability to respond right away was nothing to scoff at. Even when suddenly kidnapped right as his guard was at its lowest, within a second he was already standing up, mana gushing out of his mana-gate and forming glyphs in the air around him...
But for how fast the archmage was, Theo was faster. Contrary to the man, he ca prepared. And he had seventeen years to perfect every tiniest detail of his preparation, leaving absolutely nothing to chance.
"You...!"
Two more of Theo's crystals broke, releasing the glyphs long since stored and charged within.
The first, brown crystal placed upon Cornelius a restriction that robbed him of his ability to use mana up to the sixth realm - exactly the realm he was at.
By all ans, Theo could prepare an even heavier binding spell... But what would be the use of it?
Being the fake and a fraud, Cornelius never managed to break beyond the sixth realm of magic!
The other spell, one born out of the white-colored crystal, was much simpler. All it did was gag the man, stopping whatever drivel that he wanted to spout from ever leaving his mouth, leaving Theo free to gloat all he wanted.
Which is exactly why he remained perfectly silent, ready to proceed to the next step of the process.
Cornelius's eyes lit up as he realized he couldn't even curse the man he bullied and stole from for years. In his head, Theo had to be just an insignificant, naive worm, shackled by his disability and thus forced to be satisfied with whatever scraps he threw at him after stealing his credits and achievents.
And after getting the feel of Theo's binding spell, the archmage's gagged mouth twisted into a wicked smile.
'Sure, you took off guard, kid, but...' his face appeared to be saying as an intense shine started to glow around his wrist.
For how much of a failure and fraud he was, Cornelius was still an archmage. The re act of rubbing shoulders on the daily with the actual geniuses of the empire allowed him to sowhat compensate for his own faults. At the very least, though, he knew perfectly well how to use the one power Theo, his disability or not, could never hope to counter.
The power of the archmage's authority, giving him full and unrestrained access to all the mana flowing through the empire-spanning mana-lanes.
Or so he thought.
"Thanks," Theo finally spoke, the fourth of his rings breaking apart as a thick, red light shot out from his wrist and overlapped with the shine on Cornelius's hand, connecting the two n for but a second before vanishing into nothingness. Theo then finally raised his left hand, dropping a fragntation grenade he kept on the ready while showcasing how the fifth of his five rings cracked into pieces, manifesting a small portal a single step behind his back.
"Consider this my resignation."
Then, the grenade slipped out of his hand, its spoon ejecting before it could even hit the floor while Theo stepped back, falling through the portal the second before it dispersed into the thin air.
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