The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years - Chapter 4

: Who set foot on my land? (One)

After morning, the sun rose in the middle of the sky.

Almost ten hours had passed, but Jamie's concentration remained intact.

Above his head, Black closed his eyes and was actively assisting in splitting mana.

We have found a way to compensate for the shortcomings, but it is difficult to apply them all at once.

But that will soon be over.

It's only ten hours.

It was not an easy task for even the greatest genius of all time to fix the systematic magic in ten hours.

What Jamie is doing now is a miraculous act.

'I feel fine.'

To compensate for the second shortcoming, the absorbed mana was shared throughout the five organs.

Furthermore, he used his entire body as a vessel for mana.

Since humans are not magical creatures, the space they can hold mana is limited, but Jamie's consciousness transcends humans.

Even so, this small body obviously had limitations.

'Let's do it as much as we can.'

opened my eyes

got up

It was not easy to move in a highly concentrated state, but he did not stop splitting mana.

At first, it was difficult to classify mana by grain, but now he has become proficient enough to do it while moving.

took one step forward

The mana that was regularly split was shaken for a moment.

giggling-

Black nags, telling him to be careful.

Take one step forward again.

This time, Mana did not move at all.

It is successful.

I walked two or three times in a row, but the shaking didn't happen like the first time.

Anything is difficult the first time.

"Whoa-"

Jamie contemplated the inside of her body while maintaining a full-body breathing technique.

The current state is perfect.

The smile spread wildly.

But it's still too early to like it.

"After all, your body has its limits."

Snuggle-

okay. I can't help it. Because this body is young and weak."

After starting the full-body breathing method in earnest, mana of the 4th class level has already been accumulated in the body.

If the Marquis Linmer, who gave the spellbook, saw it, it was an achievement that would have caused him to collapse with bubbles, but there was regret on Jamie's face.

It was 5th class with just one step.

But the seven-year-old's body did not allow that.

At the very least, you can't get 5th class.

'Can't get mods.'

Even a child could acquire a body stronger than an adult if he received physical remodeling.

However, in the very present world that Jamie found out separately, there were no physical alterations.

'I don't know if I look around the dark side.'

No matter how the heir to the best family in the kingdom, a 7-year-old cannot go to the dark side at will.

Kissing-

Black came down from his head to his shoulder and rubbed the cheek against his face.

Perhaps this guy was also accustomed to splitting mana, and he began to move freely.

I need Black's help now, but once I get used to this, I'll be able to breathe on my own.

"It's all just a matter of time. Let's not be in a hurry."

They don't run away anywhere.

So, relax and build your skills.

'The road I walked once, twice is not difficult.'

He clenched his little hand tightly.

Anyway, it was already past lunch time.

"Black, Invisible."

Queek!

Black's small body turned transparent.

"Hide your mana tightly."

From now on, I am going to meet my father, Argeno Welton.

However, knowing Black's existence could cause a bit of a headache.

Black is a workhorse made with great care during the Diablo Volfir days, and almost no remnants of black magic remain.

However, Earl Wellton is a sword master called a superman.

The sword master has also reached the extreme of mana.

Although the way he handles it is different from that of a wizard, his cognitive abilities will be beyond imagination.

You may not notice Black's existence, but there's nothing wrong with being careful.

hey!

Black smiled and flapped his wings.

I couldn't see him because he was wearing the Invisible, but I could hear him flapping above his head.

Jamie took a breath and headed to the Count's office.

* * *

The pale-skinned old priest in his dark blue robes smiled at the Earl of Wellton sitting in front of him.

"Thank you, Count. Thanks to this, our Zenith Church was able to take root in the Highs estate."

It was nothing. You must be very busy, but I did not know that the bishop would come."

Earl Wellton took a sip of tea with a polite smile.

The old man called Bishop shook his head.

"I see the Count, of course I have to come."

Heath estate is the land of Earl Welton.

He gave me a place like that, but it was only natural for the highest authority in the denomination to come.

"By the way, I was quite surprised at the corps when the Count allowed it."

Bishop Lincoln looked back on that day and smiled kindly.

"Religion has never entered the Highness estate, because Zenith was allowed."

"I just thought it was necessary."

Count Wellton did not believe in God from generation to generation, so he did not bring religion to the estate, but the current Count had a different idea.

Whether the lord has religion or not, religion has a positive effect on the people of the lord.

One way or another, life is a very difficult life.

If religion becomes a resting place for the minds of such people, the vitality of the territory will increase several times more than it is now.

In the end, it was a business approach.

"It is the right choice. Religion is a haven for the mind, and for some people it is a bond of salvation. The land will be enriched by the blessings of the god Zenith."

"I hope so."

"It will definitely happen. Where the Zenithism took root, it was always booming. If the people's faith is sufficient, then blessings are a fact."

Lincoln nodded his head confidently, as if he would.

Seeing such a bishop, the count raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"In this Welton land, the Zenith can do what they want."

" Yes?

"Mine always seeks the best, so the Zenith Church under my ground will also be the best."

The bishop's eyes fluttered slightly at the count's words.

Lincoln cleared his throat for no reason and spoke in a cautious tone.

"The Count. That seems a bit dangerous."

what?

"It sounds as if the Count is above the god Zenith."

Hahaha.

Earl Wellton smiled broadly and looked at the bishop with a slightly chilly smile.

"Please. Would a mere man dare to put a god under him?"

The bishop understood the meaning of those words.

This is a sequencing

It was also a warning against what he had said earlier.

A warning not to recklessly treat his territories as the people of the god Zenith.

Even so, the count's words were quite exaggerated.

'I, too, made a speech mistake because of excitement.'

Knowing the impact of the 12 gods on this land, even the Sword Master of the Seldam Kingdom could not speak much.

In particular, the god Zenith is the god of 'war' and 'peace'.

Zenith, which worships such a god, was a religion with a handful of influences not only in the Kingdom of Seldam, but also in the entire continent.

'Is it guts?'

The bishop judged the Earl of Wellton to be an ungrateful person.

I knew the rumors.

I also did my own research.

A genius swordsman of the century produced by the Kingdom of Seldam.

However, due to his young age, he is evaluated as lacking in political acumen.

So, was it a call?

'It wasn't an easy opponent to look at.'

I thought it was a pity

The bishop decided that he should proceed with caution.

"Then you are lucky."

Lincoln smiled as kindly as the first time.

Earl Wellton's pretentious smile was funny, but he roughly expected it at the time of introducing a huge religion to the estate.

What.

Not a single thing will go their way.

"Stop getting up. You must be very busy."

"Heh heh heh. Thank you for your consideration."

"Today was fun."

it was fun

Lincoln grinned on the inside, and outwardly sympathized with them.

"I had a good time too."

"Please take a look."

"May God's blessing be with you."

He made a sign for the Count and left the office.

Earl Welton, who was left alone, withdrew the smile on his lips and sent a cold gaze toward the door.

* * *

Jamie was hiding in the corner, secretly watching the old man moving away.

He had come to his office to report the achievements to his father, Earl Wellton.

However, I found an unexpected person.

'That guy .'

He frowned at the old man's attire.

A crescent moon drawn on a dark blue priest's uniform, and a pattern as if the crescent moon embraces a yellow sphere.

I know that pattern.

It's not just the text.

The 'divine power' I felt in that old man.

'Jenice!'

Zenith, the god of war and peace, occupies one of the 12 thrones!

'Peace is a horn, you garbage child.'

Among the 12 gods, he had the deepest affair with Zenith.

His servant came out of the Count's office.

Judging by the amount of divine power, he seemed to be a high priest.

A high priest visited the count.

It wasn't difficult to guess what the situation was.

'The Zenith Church takes root in Highs.'

There has never been any religion in Heis.

'Why?'

Why did Earl Wellton suddenly introduce religion to the estate?

And out of many religions, I must have adopted the religion of Janice's son, who was trash!

A bumpy bump came up on the delicate skin.

Just thinking about it, I had a strong allergic reaction.

'Jenice!'

When I think of him, I get sick from my throat.

'I dare you to enter my territory What a sanctuary for such a scumbag!'

can never tolerate

I'd rather sell my soul to the Demon King, and I couldn't just watch the denomination where his influence was exercised in this land.

It's not that we're going to attack without countermeasures.

It wasn't that he had been living in vain for a long time.

'There are few things I can do, so there is only one way.'

Religion was allowed to enter the Countess because Earl Wellton gave permission.

So, if the Count kicked them out, they had to be kicked out without a word.

Zenithism is not the state religion of the kingdom, so there was no problem with kicking it out.

A long smile spread across Jamie's lips.

Janice is impatient and angry, so his followers will also inherit the divine tendencies.

'It starts with the investigation.'

Tonight, it's been a long time since I went out.

Before that, I met my father, Earl Wellton.

* * *

okay. Are you done with your work?"

Yeah.

Jamie nodded at the Count's soft voice.

The Count looked at his son with a little arrogance and a look of concern.

"Do you like magic?"

Yeah. good.

At the son's bold reply, the Count sighed briefly.

It's good to have great talent, but life as a genius wasn't that good.

Even the Count himself had a pretty difficult life right now.

Called the sword genius, he received a lot of burdensome gazes.

Images rise in an instant and fall in another instant.

When they do well, they support them, but when their growth is slow, those who praised them turned around and were busy slandering them.

That was worse than rigorous swordsmanship training.

Some say it sounds full, but it is something that you cannot empathize with unless you have experienced it.

So I just wanted Jamie to grow up normally.

"If you want to quit magic, you can stop at any time. But if you wish, this father will give you unlimited support."

"I'm not going to quit."

At Jamie's resolute words, the Count smiled and nodded.

"So that's my son."

Hehe.

Seeing his brightly smiling son, those worries eased a bit.

okay. whose bloodline

'By the way, is this enough mana for a 7-year-old?'

The energy of mana is felt full in the whole body.

No, even now, mana was being absorbed through his body.

awhile. whole body?

The Count frowned slightly.

Even though he wasn't a wizard, he knew how to breathe as much as he could handle mana.

And he knew that wizards couldn't store mana anywhere other than the heart.

But Jamie broke those two common senses.

" Jamie. Did you learn the magic book that the Marquis Linmer gave you yesterday?"

Jamie nodded indifferently.

Yeah!

I didn't just learn it, I supplemented all the shortcomings, but I didn't say that.

If the truth is known, the Count will be black.

I wanted to see that as well, but I didn't really want to see the Count's disheveled appearance.

The Count rubbed his forehead in a fresh shock.

'marquis. What the hell did you make?'

It was a new breathing method that was not disclosed to the public.

From what the Marquis hasn't revealed so far, it's probably arcane magic.

He gave it to his son.

He said he couldn't teach, and he left behind such a great gift.

And even more surprising was Jamie, who mastered the arcane magic of the Marquis in just one day.

'Is the 9th class myth really coming true?'

Earl Wellton was called the greatest sword genius ever since childhood.

In fact, the fact that he became a sword master at the age of thirty-five was one of the few in the history of the continent.

However, his talent faded in front of his children.

'When the father-in-law hears this news, he will be happy to run around.'

The count smiled as he saw his son staring at him blankly.

"Great."

Then he gently stroked his little hair.

That was enough.

sure,

'Ugh stop!'

Jamie suffered from his father's love.

- Continued on next episode -