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Chapter 71
Swoosh.
"So, this is the place where the owner of the S-class Mana Suit resides."
"Yes, Princess Violet is the owner of the S-class Mana Suit, Glacia."
Standing beside the white knight as he flipped through the report, Krundal maintained a respectful posture.
"The number of magic towers is considerable."
"The preservation of the territory is quite advanced."
"The number and activity of the Civil Squads are also decent."
The white knight nodded repeatedly, offering continuous positive assessnts.
‘Does this an it’s worth saving?’
Just as Krundal breathed a quiet sigh of relief—
"Wait."
The white knight’s hand paused as he turned a page.
"The Fairy Tower?"
"Yes, it’s a magic tower primarily run by elves."
"Non-human species hold this much influence?"
"Yes, their elental magic is essential for crafting high-grade Mana Suits, so…"
"That’s the problem."
"Excuse ?"
"Why are they allowed to amass power as a faction instead of being directly managed under the tower?"
The white knight shook his head in disapproval.
It seed to be a significant mark against the evaluation of the Bormian Kingdom.
‘Why is this a problem?’
Krundal felt a sense of unjust grievance.
Though the Fairy Tower belonged to a different race, it had greatly contributed to the power of the Bormian Kingdom…
Why is this considered a derit?
“This one thing really doesn’t sit well with .”
Rip!
The White Knight tore out the report concerning the Fairy Tower and set it aside, as if to isolate it.
Then, while reviewing the subsequent reports, the knight suddenly paused again.
“A talent of the Sixth Circle, is it?”
At those words, Krundal’s face lit up.
“Yes. This kingdom has a ister with Sixth Circle talent!”
“But they are affiliated with the Fairy Tower, correct?”
“…Yes.”
The White Knight, frowning as they stared at the report, asked again.
“Are they a native of this kingdom?”
“Yes.”
“Then, this kingdom is worth saving.”
The White Knight, who had hesitated earlier due to the Fairy Tower, finally decided to spare the kingdom upon hearing about the Sixth Circle ister.
‘Thank goodness.’
Just as Krundal breathed a quiet sigh of relief—
Fwaaaaaa!
The White Knight’s armor shone brilliantly white before vanishing entirely.
In its place stood a silver-haired woman, dressed in a pure-white priestess’s robe.
‘What…’
A stunningly beautiful woman with doll-like features.
Her petite fra and youthful appearance made her seem like a young girl, but Krundal couldn’t help but associate her with soone.
“L-Lady Saintess…”
The Saintess, Theresia.
The most prominent figure listed at the very top of the investigative records Krundal had received.
He hadn’t expected the White Knight, who arrived first, to turn out to be the Saintess herself.
“Branch Chief, I must et this kingdom’s king.”
As she removed the armor, even her tone softened.
Saintess Theresia smiled warmly at Krundal, a smile that embodied the very image of the Saintess as the world perceived her.
Myorn’s Laboratory
“Eldir, you were also a Sword Master?”
Myorn, her voice filled with surprise, looked at Eldir standing before her.
She had known him as a skilled Spirit Swordsman in his pri, but a Sword Master?
“Yes. Lord Kaylen told to assist you.”
“Lord Kaylen? It’s strange to see you speak so respectfully to a human.”
“Since I’m learning the sword from him.”
“Even though you’re both Sword Masters?”
As Myorn raised an eyebrow in confusion, Eldir gave a wry smile.
Both Sword Masters?
The gap between them was far too vast to be considered equal, even under the sa title of Sword Master.
“There are levels even among Sword Masters.”
“Is that so? Well, Kaylen is certainly strong—so much so that he doesn’t even seem human.”
“That’s why I’m learning from him. But… what exactly do I need to help with?”
Eldir looked around the room. The cluttered ss surrounding him felt strangely familiar.
‘It’s just like my own ho.’
If the clutter were replaced with bottles of liquor, it would perfectly resemble Eldir’s place.
As he glanced around, Myorn’s fur subtly extended, retrieving sothing from the pile of junk.
“There’s nothing pressing right now, though.”
What Myorn pulled out was a brown glass bottle.
Gulp.
At the sight of the long bottle, Eldir unconsciously swallowed.
It was unmistakably alcohol.
“Want so? It’s a drink I received a while back. I don’t like alcohol much myself.”
“A dwarf who doesn’t like alcohol? That’s unusual.”
“Bad mories, that’s all.”
It was a drink Myorn hadn’t touched since starting to follow Kaylen. While training with the sword, the thought of alcohol never crossed her mind.
But now, seeing it before her, her resolve wavered montarily.
Still…
“No, I’ll pass.”
“Really? You’re sure you don’t want it?”
“Yes. So get rid of it imdiately.”
“Well, this is a surprise. You’ve really changed, haven’t you? Then…”
Whoosh.
Myorn casually tossed the bottle away and showed Eldir sothing else instead.
It was an object Eldir recognized—Mana Suit: Normal.
“This is… the Mana Suit: Normal?”
“Yep. For standard magic, it has about 1x efficiency. For aura, it’s roughly 2x.”
“Aura efficiency? I heard from Alkas the other day that it was 3x.”
“That’s the maximum. The average is 2x.”
The Mana Suit: Normal had seen significant performance improvents compared to its prototype.
‘This is all thanks to Kaylen.’
Despite Myorn’s years of developnt, the results had previously been diocre and stagnant. Now, it was a major leap forward.
However, even with improved performance, there were limits.
“It’s entirely tailored for knights. For mages, it’s practically useless.”
“…True.”
“Regular mages can’t even perform reloads. Their starting point is entirely different, and they can’t produce sufficient output.”
isters.
Both mages and knights could beco isters, but their paths diverged.
Knights beca isters to wield mana suits optimized for their specific elental affinity.
Mages, on the other hand, had to go a step further—they perford reloads to enhance their magic.
Reloading involved reversing the flow of their mana circle to amplify the power of their spells.
This unique technique was exclusive to mage isters.
With reloads, the destructive power of their magic increased by at least twofold, and when combined with the output boost from mana suits, it created overwhelming force.
However, regular mages couldn’t perform reloads. Additionally, the Mana Suit: Normal’s magical efficiency was even weaker than lower-grade mana suits.
“It’s not exactly a product fit to sell to mages.”
“We’ll sell the Mana Suit: Normal to knights first.”
“With double the efficiency, it’ll be in demand among knights. Especially since even non-elental experts can use it.”
“Right. It’s not strong enough to break dungeon cores yet, but it’s sufficient for escort knights.”
While the Normal model was practically useless for mages, the story was different for knights.
A non-elental mana suit tailored for knights.
Compared to typical knight mana suits, which provided around 0.5x output, the Normal offered superior performance and could even be used by non-isters, such as experts.
Even though knights were in decline, these advantages ant there would still be demand.
“I’ll eventually make one for mages too, but for now, I’m focusing on enhancing the aura output for knights.”
“Until it can break dungeon cores?”
“Exactly. Speaking of which…”
Whoosh.
Myorn pulled out another gauntlet.
Unlike the Normal, this one was black, inscribed with intricate and chaotic magic circles.
“This is a newly developed mana suit. I’ve nad it Expert.”
“From Normal to Expert, huh?”
“Yeah. After studying Drake’s magic circles, I had an epiphany and decided to incorporate the concept.”
She developed the Expert right after gaining insight from those magic circles?
‘Impressive.’
She’d been criticized endlessly for only producing junk, yet…
Eldir was reminded once again that Myorn was the Dwarf Queen.
“But even I feel like this one might be a bit dangerous. I was hesitant to let Alkas test it.”
Eldir’s expression turned incredulous.
“And yet, you think it’s fine for ?”
“You’re a Sword Master, aren’t you?”
“Unbelievable. You said there was nothing to do, but clearly, you had sothing in mind all along.”
“There are tasks that even the drunken Eldir can’t handle, after all.”
So that’s why she dangled the alcohol in front of him—to test his resolve.
Eldir smirked bitterly.
“Fine. I’ll repay the lessons I’ve received from Lord Kaylen.”
At the highest tower of the Magic Academy, in the conference room.
All eight Superior Mages of this term were gathered.
“Let’s begin the Eight Mages’ Assembly.”
The assembly, hosted by Superior Mages, was less a formal eting and more of a social gathering—a networking event for successful graduates.
That had always been its purpose—until this year.
Present were Princess Violet, the Supre Mage and a key figure in the faction of the first prince, and Lioness, the heir of the Oblaine Ducal House, which backed the second prince’s faction.
With major players from the increasingly hostile factions present, the atmosphere in the conference room was far from the usual friendly gathering.
“What brings you to host this assembly, Supre Mage?”
“Hehe. Since when did we need a reason to hold the Eight Mages’ Assembly? It’s just an opportunity for the Superior Mages of this term to strengthen their camaraderie.”
“Oh? Does that an you want to get closer to as well?”
“No. I expected you to take the hint and not show up.”
“Apologies. I must’ve missed that.”
“Indeed. Don’t attend next ti.”
From the mont they t, Princess Violet and Lioness exchanged sharp words, setting a tense tone for the eting.
At Violet's remark, the remaining Superior Mages exchanged uneasy glances, the tension in the room palpable.
‘Judging by the atmosphere, this cohort is a lost cause. Building connections here will be tough.’
‘Other cohorts used these etings to form networks and thrive afterward… but this one?’
‘Why on earth are those two in the sa year? What bad luck.’
To make matters worse, this cohort had an additional complication.
“Princess, are you telling to leave? Kaylen, should I go?” Lioness said with feigned innocence.
“If you’re going to leave, do so alone. Don’t drag Lord Kaylen into it,” Violet snapped.
“I was just planning to leave with a close junior. Isn’t that right, Kaylen?”
“Our relationship is far closer than yours,” Violet countered, her voice laced with determination.
The room’s focus shifted to Kaylen, a prodigious mage known for his natural aptitude with the Sixth Circle. Both major figures in the room had set their sights on him, leaving the rest of the attendees to awkwardly spectate.
If Kaylen weren’t present, the rivalry might have spurred a more heated competition for influence. Instead, the other Superior Mages felt like idle bystanders.
‘What a ss.’
Kaylen smirked internally, observing their behavior with quiet amusent.
‘Seriously, what are they doing? This isn’t a playground.’
He finally broke the standoff. “Enough. Let’s take our seats.”
As the tension between Violet and Lioness montarily eased, Kaylen raised his hand to address Violet.
“Princess, does this an there’s no set agenda for today’s eting?”
“No, there is a topic,” Violet replied, her sharp gaze sweeping across the room. She paused for effect before continuing.
“You’re all aware that the Dungeon Guild has recently suspended the Civil Squad’s activities, correct?”
“Yes,” the group responded in unison.
“And here’s sothing new I’ve just learned: the Saintess has made an appearance at the Dungeon Guild.”
The room stirred at this unexpected revelation.
The Saintess?
Kaylen’s eyes widened at the ntion of the na, clearly caught off guard.
“This eting’s topic,” Violet declared, her voice clear and commanding, “will begin with the Saintess and her connection to the Dungeon Guild.”
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