Drug-Eating Genius Mage

“You mean a closed world?”

Aris answered.

Fifth meeting. Always the same seat in the same library.

I was getting used to the amount of sunlight that bit by bit on one end of the glass table.

Of course, in the meantime, the relationship between the two has undergone significant changes.

“Since I was studying on my own, it was sometimes mentioned. Do you know anything?”

Lennok was no longer hesitant to ask questions about magic theories he was curious about, and when he faced a theory that didn’t match his own experience, he responded even more aggressively.

Aris still hasn’t given specific instructions about him, but he continues to listen to Lennok’s words and confirms whether or not he’s wrong.

And with that alone, Lennok’s magic skills were growing rapidly.

Of course, she helped a lot in the process of making the enchantment on the artifact her own.

If possible, I wanted to have a meeting after reading Eden’s research journal… but I couldn’t help it because I had to ask her before that.

However, after hearing Lennok’s words, Aris’ expression became a little sharper than usual.

“I don’t know who heard that story, but you’d better not pay much attention.”

“……yes?”

It was the first time Aris had reacted like this to Lennok.

Naturally, Lennok had to pause.

Perhaps thinking that a simple warning was not enough, Aris hesitated before opening her mouth in earnest.

“It is one of the very old hypotheses that is occasionally mentioned among high-ranking wizards.”

With the development of magic, all possible changes in this world came to an end.

This unconventional yet daring idea that someone proposed quickly spread among wizards, and at one time it was accepted as if it were the truth.

“Multilateral and specific consideration of order and chaos, distinction and understanding of good and evil. The skepticism that the end of the world had already been decided was a very fresh theory for that era.”

“……”

It was the same with Lennok.

Ever since I heard that word from Cheon-Gyeon, I still haven’t forgotten the word, so I’ve been wandering around looking for clues myself like this.

However, Aris continued as if there was no need to worry any longer.

“And it was just the right hypothesis to give birth to extremists.”

What can be done to ensure that the change is really over?

The conclusions reached by those engulfed in such obsession were largely the same.

“It was only after a country was completely destroyed that hypotheses were only proven to be hypotheses, and now they remain as secret stories that are reluctant to mention and are floating around in rumors.”

Aris, who finished talking like you asked me now, looked at his expression blankly.

As if trying to confirm his thoughts.

“……..”

Hypothesis. It’s a hypothesis…

But Lennok didn’t pick up the story from the mouth of an unknown person.

If it was the will left by Madrea Palseir before she died, at least it seemed unlikely that it would be completely unfounded.

What would the landscape of the world look like through the eyes of an ascendant who could see the farthest?

Aris might have wanted to warn Lennok not to chase the illusion, but Lennok, on the other hand, was certain.

‘…..I’ll have to dig up the backs of the warlocks.’

I still don’t forget the words of the black magician of pandemonium I met at the power plant.

A wizard with that level of skill would be a huge figure in the same black magic class.

If so, it was highly likely that someone knew about that bizarre yearning for a closed world.

‘Besides, the factory where I first woke up…’

Wasn’t it a place where black magicians traded goods?

Lennok’s eyes softened naturally at the thought that the secret might be hidden there.

“Are you going to keep holding that weight?”

“……”

Alice’s voice, asking with an absurd expression, resonated hollowly from the 8th floor of the library where only the two of them were left.