
“Toxins that neutralize Mana in the veins,” said the middle-aged blonde Emperor, ‘Ragnar Greenriver.’ He was the first Emperor in history to unify the Continent under his rule.
“The longest toxic effect lasts for a few minutes. For you're. ”
He is close friends with Humanity's first Class 8 Magician, ‘Ian Page.’ Together, the signs of two childhood friends in the world create many songs, plant countless poems, and a number of written epics.
Even though it is still true, at least to this day.
“Stay only, if I try to suck another poison ...”
“Uh, for what reason .....?”
The 8th Grade Witch, Ian, who had returned to his hometown to spend the rest of his life in a silent silence, spoke while swallowing a thick blood in his mouth.
“Do you not know yet?”
The Emperor's voice surprisingly did not care. Even though he had been giving deadly poison to his friend for decades.
“Your power, that power is not helpful for the days after Unification. In times of war it may be different, but right now, it is something that causes anxiety. The words you said at the time. ”
No doubt, it's all true.
An unfathomable force that could easily annihilate a small nation all alone. That was the power of the 8th Witch of the Circle.
“As long as Ian Page lived as an ally of the Empire, that fact alone was enough to ignite the flames of rebellion. Therefore, I will return to my hometown and live the rest of my life with regret. I'm sure you said it with such a sentence. ”
Fear entered the Emperor's eyes.
Of all things, why fear? The one who swallowed the poison was Ian.
“Do you know, Ian? I am not afraid of rebellion. Whatever it is, rebellion is the work of man. It is within the scope of human understanding. ”
“······.”
“But you, what about the power you have? Is this a human job? Do you really see this power as something that exceeds human ability? ”
Ian was eager to respond.
This power makes you Emperor.
That this power formed the Unification of the entire Continent.
The power that maintains peace today.
“Cough!”
Ian could no longer project his voice.
It was the opposite of his blood that was hard to deal with.
“I'm scared. Fear of Ian Page. Fear of Class 8 Magicians. My old friend .... Damn it! Yeah, I'm mad for fear of my old friend! I, my kingdom, you are a ferocious monster that can take everything away from me! How can I let such a monster live? ”
The emperor, who revealed his madness to the world, stopped his soliloquy and looked towards his dying friend, Ian Page. Sorrowfully but contentedly, the Emperor's expression was hard to read.
“After all, don't .. don't forgive my actions. ”
That was the end of the Emperor's words. When he left the cottage, flames erupted all around. Does he think that the poison is not enough?
“Backing.”
Ian, wander in his mind.
Emperors. Transformation of his old friend Ragnar Greenriver. His decision to go to the countryside. He thought if he was invisible, the situation would get better.
Ian could never have imagined that this would happen. He could never imagine the depth of madness that the Emperor was going through.
‘But.’
From his chest, Ian took out an object. At first glance, it looked like an ornate dirk. Decorated starting from the tip of the knife to the handle with jewelry and carvings. Instead of a bladed tool, it looks more like a decorative piece.
Sururain ……
Even so, the voice unsheathed saying otherwise. Only a voice tells his sharpness.
“Looks like I'm not the only one satisfied, Ragnar.”
Engraved letters covered the dirk blades completely. So small were the letters, that they could not be read with the eyes of t3l4nj4ng.
‘This is the repentance I want. ’
With blood on his hands, he wanted to wash the little he could wash with this.
“For many people who died with my magic, for them, I will live my life in regret.”
It's all true. Only his methods are different.
Beyond the first Class 6 Humans, Class 7 and even reaching Grade 8, Arch Mage Ian was unprecedented. Wasting years of prayer was something Ian could not fill.
“Return everything as it used to be.”
By the time he decided to go to the countryside, Ian decided to research ‘Magic Time’ with all his might. If it was possible to change the time back, it was possible to reset everything.
“And make a better choice.”
Of course it's not easy. Instead, it's almost impossible. There are only unproven and unfinished theories.
“This will probably be the first test.”
The time to suffer perfection and refinement has long passed. Even if there was an adverse reaction, what was more than waiting for death? No, in the end, he had to die.
“To save the little Mana I have, there is no other way.”
There's only one place that the poison hasn't affected him. The place that governed all the Mana within the body, the small core within his heart.
‘Mana Heart.’
Puuuk!
In that place, he broke through the formulac dirk, to drain all the resources that might be called Mana.
Uuuuuyaong!
Before long, a brilliant blue light swallowed Ian.
(Rb ……. Husu ...... Ekiro ......
Simultaneously, Ian began his chant. One after another, words gushed painfully. There was absolutely no sound from his voice. This is also not a common bini.
(Ro .... Kuberugato ....).
Dragon commonly known as ‘Magic Initiators.’ They have created an ancient language, ‘Singing Dragon.’
(Zen .. Shenigas ..!)
In the heart of the mountain, when the echoes of the Dragon's chant resounded it would soon be over. The dirk was crushed into dust and scattered. The intense blue light gradually hid the traces of the last remnant. The Great Arch Mage Ian Page.