With many great plans ahead, it is finally ti to focus on the past goals that has been left to gather dust.
Establishing my Sorcerer Society as a true powerhouse in the world.
During the battle against the Devils, thousands of magicians and wizards alike rose out of nowhere to help the Sorcerer Society fend off against the Devil’s invasion.
And now, according to Balthazar, most if not all of those who helped were now gathering at rlin’s tower, making the territory surrounded by either old people or middle-aged ones.
All seeking to join our cause, seeing us as so sort of safe haven for the likes of them.
Combined with the fact that our goal is to protect humanity and the proof being our actions during the invasion, it’s like the biggest yet free promotion that a company could’ve ever had.
And as the leader and the Sorcerer Supre, I should go there and welco them with open arms.
Right now, what the Sorcerer Society needed the most is population and manpower.
Without those things, an organization cannot function properly.
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Arriving at the property of the Tower, I was greeted with an abundant amount of mana energy around , almost ten tis more than mine.
‘Damn! Just how many magicians wanted to join!’ I couldn’t help but hiss in surprise.
Thankfully, my arrival didn’t catch any kind of attention, it’s not like they know what the Sorcerer Supre looks like except for my probably iconic smooth white mask.
I road around the open area around the tower and witnessed many interactions from the newcors.
“I can’t believe I’ve finally seen the greatest Magician’s tower, rlin! I’ve only read it through the magic books that my teacher provided!”
“Could it be that the Sorcerer Supre is rlin? But isn’t that guy dead though?”
“Idiot! Don’t say things like that in here! Who knows a lingering spirit of Master rlin might hear you and deem you unworthy of stepping foot in his tower!”
“Y-You’re right! I’m so sorry Master rlin!” The middle-aged magician with long greasy hair bowed his head and cupped his hands together in a prayer form before silently apologizing.
“Yeah that’s right. Ask for forgiveness.” On the other hand, the other magician he was talking to looks like he was holding his laugh from leaking.
Unfortunately for the greasy haired man, he failed to notice this and continued to pray for himself.
Watching this, I couldn’t help but ntally laugh at their interaction. If this is how dieval-age people converse then historians wouldn’t believe this.
‘Balthazar. How many magicians wanted to join us?’ Sensing the familiar aura among the crowd of mana energy, I quickly established connection with it and telepathically talked.
‘Ah! Sorcerer Supre! You’re finally here!’ I can imagine Balthazar’s face bead up by saying this.
‘From what I counted, it’s almost ten thousand who wanted to join us though so of them aren’t sincere and only wanted an umbrella to protect them from those who wanted to harm them.
‘Actually, so of them weren’t even in the battle against the invasion, they simply heard of us and decided to join. While I also detected a small number of dark wizards, they’re probably thinking they can use us as so sort of hideout to do their evil experints without being disturbed and caught by the dark wizard hunters.’
As Balthazar continues to explain, I have already formulated a plan to ensure that everyone who goes in are only those who truly embody the principles of the Sorcerer Society.
First things first, I’ll eliminate the dark wizards, obviously, they’re bad on and brings disaster everywhere they go. Second, there would be an entry evaluation in which it would put everyone who wanted to get in into a test to see whether they wanted to join out of the goodness of their heart or have malice intentions.
Last but not the least, it’s ti to expand our influence and by doing that, we’ll need to address the issue of residence for the upcoming mbers of the Sorcerer Society.
I only need a few days to prepare the Sanctum Sanctorum back in the village, it could house at most, a thousand people inside considering how many rooms it has thanks to a spell that could enlarge small spaces that completely defy logic.
Then there’s also new locations that I marked to where I will establish more Sanctum Sanctorums.
And then finally, last but not the least. My own Kamar-Taj. A place where and many Masters would take in their students to be trained there and honed to perfection.
It would also serve as so sort of educational institution for Magicians, Sorcerers and such.
Maybe rena it from Kamar-Taj to Magic Academy or sothing.
I can already imagine countless magical clans in their own rights sending their heirs and children to the magic school to learn from the greatest Sorcerer Supre, which is , of course!
Maybe just na it Hogwarts or sothing? That would be a wonderful thing to do, though if I do go down that route, I’ll have to make sure it’s flawless and better than the original Hogwarts that is dictated by a bunch of dark wizards or racists.
‘So many things to do. So many things to do…’ I humd to myself as I strode forward, heading towards Balthazar’s way.
A few seconds passed and it didn’t take that long for to find him.
He was inside the tower, overseeing through the window, gazing down towards the crowd of excited newcors.
“Balthazar.” With a raise of my hand, I greeted him.
“Sorcerer Supre!” His face bead up and he bowed his head towards .
I gave him a short nod as a return and proceeded with why I ca to him.
“Balthazar. I have a plan to mitigate all of those who wants to join. We can’t take everyone in, it would strain our resources and destabilize our foundation.” After that, I continued, this ti, telling him about my plan.
Opening more Sanctum Sanctorums, establishing a school for magicians and sorcerers and then finally, eliminating those deed unnecessary for our cause.
Balthazar of course, didn’t show any hesitation and quickly agreed with my plan.
“So when do we start?” He asked.
“Give them a temporary ho to stay at first. We’ll test their determination. Leave them on their own and then wait for a few weeks without telling them anything. If they leave then that’s all on them.”
After stating the first test for the newcors, I prepared for the second one.
Actually, one of the main reason I ca up with the first step was because I was unprepared for the real one.
I need ti obviously.
“Then I’ll settle it.” Balthazar took the initiative and said before standing up.
Instead of answering, I simply nodded my head in return.
With that being said, we both part our ways, with Balthazar on his way to implent the plan.
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[??? PoV]
I’m excited. Finally, after years of trying to find myself the safe haven for people like , they erged.
They call themselves the Sorcerer Society, a band of Sorcerers under the leadership of a very powerful sorcerer nad Sorcerer Supre.
I haven’t seen him yet but I’ve heard of him. His tales of defeating the devils alongside the Angels, despite a few days having passed, is still fresh to everyone.
Though the majority of humanity’s mories were for so reason, erased about the event, with the only evidence being the written texts and stone carves that introduces the Sorcerer Supre to those who are seeking him.
“When do you think the Sorcerer Supre is going to arrive? I can’t wait to et him in person.” A fellow magician beside spoke, I didn’t bother to look at him and simply nodded my head while my eyes glued on the enormous tower in the distance.
“Hey you. Don’t you look quite a bit young for this? Where are your parents?” Another voice, but this ti manly and gruff, spoke behind .
Even though he didn’t ntion any na, I can already tell he’s talking about .
But I ignored him. I already know what he’s about to say next about . After all, I’ve already experienced this kind of thing thousands of tis.
“This place is not for children like you. Go ho.” As I expected.
Due to my young age of becoming a magician thanks to my talent—according to my teacher and also his teachings.
“No thank you. I’d like to stay.” Without saying anything else, I ignored him and kept my eyes straight into the tower.
“Hmph. Good luck getting accepted then.” The man snorted in arrogance before leaving.
Thank god. I don’t feel like dealing with low-brain beings like him. It’s too much of a hassle.
Just as I sighed in relief, the tower’s doors opened.
Walking out was a middle aged man with black hair.
“He looks familiar!” One of the magician pointed out with surprise in his voice.
“He must be Balthazar! rlin’s first student!”
“Woah! I knew he was also here! I saw him on the battlefield! He was massacring devils left and right!”
“Amazing! He must be stronger than his master, rlin then?”
“Maybe?”
“Is he the Sorcerer Supre?”
“Must be?”
As everyone was contemplating about the man being the Sorcerer Supre or not, my mind was in a different place elsewhere.
For so reason, I was brought to another place, or was it?
I was in a white space with a watery-like floor, up above was a cloudy blue sky.
Where am I? I asked to myself.
Suddenly, he appeared in front of . Wrapped by an orange robe, the man or boy in front of stood with a serene smile on his face.
“Good morning, Nostradamus.”
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