Chapter 239 : Chapter 239

Chapter 239

The ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍moment she entered the Magic Tower’s hidden space, memories surged in like a flood.

It ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍was the reality Violet had hidden for Sharle’s sake.

‘I ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍was researching a mage marked by the Curse of Oblivion.’

The ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Curse of Oblivion, which had cracked under Killian Eurasia’s words, shattered like a spiderweb.

The ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍reality she had forgotten rose to the surface.

Her ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍uncle, Kiel Cornelia, had died in the war.

Her devotion to researching the power of Transcendents had not been solely because of guilt.

‘It was to understand the Empire’s forces in detail.’

They were people who sought to secure their rule over the world with the power of Transcendents. Before opposing them, she had to understand the cards they held.

The Emperor’s ‘Formula of Reincarnation.’

She needed to understand the principles behind that Formula.

The Holy Nation and Killian Eurasia seemed to be approaching it with their own interest, but it was research that no one in Cornelia was conducting.

One of the world’s foremost Magic Towers.

Blind faith in the Violet Magic Tower was also a weakness of the mages who belonged to Cornelia.

Even after losing Cornelia’s pillar, they were trying to repeat the same mistake.

She was certain that could not be allowed.

‘Otherwise, the same things will merely repeat.’

Just as Kiel Cornelia died before her eyes, someone else would die in the next war.

After receiving permission from Hegel and Celot, Sharle moved immediately.

She secretly gathered fragments of Gods and Grotesqueries, bribed Chief Priests to borrow Divine Objects.

She also used Absinthe to kidnap a mage of the Black Magic Tower, and as one of the kingdom’s pillars, synchronized with the Violet Magic Tower whenever she could to conduct research.

But meaningful results did not come easily.

Then Russell McMahon, whom she had sent to join the Joint Investigation Team on the northern Frontier, returned.

He told her about what he had learned from the investigation team.

“There is a high possibility that the Emperor can already use the Authorities of multiple Gods.”

An Emperor capable of using at least ten Authorities.

“The Curses of Grotesqueries that correspond to the Gods’ Authorities must be the same.”

An equal number of Curses corresponding to those Authorities.

“I think so as well.”

It was what she had suspected.

“How was your journey?”

“Thanks to you, I had a rare experience.”

The report naturally turned into casual conversation.

When mentioning what had happened in the investigation team, there was no way tales of Killian Eurasia’s feats could be left out.

“When the avalanche occurred, I truly thought that something had gone wrong.”

The climate was harsh and the space vast enough that, even for a Superhuman, survival would be difficult to guarantee.

He said that in an avalanche occurring in such a place, even an Arch Mage would seem to have no answer.

“I see.”

“And when we suddenly returned, Sir Killian had already formed a Hollyheart.”

“...”

“It is unbelievable enough that he is an 8-Star knight at that age, yet he was named an Apostle of a God as well. Is this not truly unprecedented in the continent’s history?”

Despite his title as the leader of the Illusion Magic Order and an Arch Mage, Russell McMahon looked excited like a child.

It seemed that the past few months he had spent with Killian Eurasia had greatly influenced his life.

“That is true.”

Smile.

She listened to the middle-aged mage’s stories with her characteristic gentle smile.

For her, whose research had yielded no results, the investigation team’s stories also had their interesting aspects.

“There is something mysterious about Sir Killian’s sword.”

“I agree.”

“Perhaps...”

“...?”

“Could Sir Killian have reincarnated as well?”

“...”

“I do not know the principles of the Formula of Reincarnation, but otherwise, there is much about Sir Killian that I cannot understand.”

Reaching 8-Star at a young age, and his casual manner toward information even Superhumans did not readily know.

They were things easily understood if one assumed he had reincarnated. The current Emperor himself had built up his rank that way, after all.

Before they knew the Emperor used the Formula of Reincarnation, it would have been dismissed as nonsense, but now it was an assumption worth considering at least once.

“Reincarnation... I should ask him next time we meet.”

“...”

“To accumulate that much experience, he would have had to live for at least hundreds of years.”

Come to think of it, Killian Eurasia occasionally behaved in ways that did not suit his age.

‘If I think he has lived for hundreds of years, his characteristic composure makes sense.’

“Oh dear, it seems I have said something nonsensical, unlike a mage.”

“...?”

“Please forget what I just said.”

Remembering belatedly that the two had exchanged an engagement, Russell hurriedly changed the subject.

She did not deliberately correct his misunderstanding.

“If you ever need my help with your research, please call me.”

“Thank you for saying that.”

Russell left, and daily life repeated itself.

During the day, she handled the duties she had as a pillar of the kingdom, and at night, she conducted research.

Her conversation with Russell helped in many ways.

The parts of her research in which she needed to think creatively, which had remained unresolved all along.

‘They said that Sir Killian freely uses Authorities without memorizing Divine Objects or divine techniques.’

It gave her a clear point of reference for them.

‘Lokia de Styx is one of the foremost among Chief Priests.’

Focusing on the fact that Killian had synchronized Authorities with such a person, she looked at the two materials before her.

The Divine Object of the God Roto and a fragment of a Grotesquery’s Curse.

And the Violet Magic Tower, which could draw up infinite Mana, along with a creation mage who could synchronize with it.

The Chief Priest of the Temple of Boundary had peered into the user’s memories through a Divine Object. Killian must have made up for the insufficient strength.

‘The missing part is me, who could not substitute for two Superhumans.’

Cornelia had three Superhumans.

If she asked one of them for help, she could secure the minimum capability to carry out the hypothesis.

‘No.’

She shook her head.

She could not use an Arch Mage’s precious time for a personal experiment.

Sharle drew a deep breath.

As someone who had learned creation magic, her capabilities did not fall far behind even against an Arch Mage.

If she synchronized with the Magic Tower, she was confident she could perform the computations of five Arch Mages.

‘I will have to substitute creation magic for Divine Power.’

They were powers with different natures, but if she used transformation magic, even temporary synchronization was not impossible.

It was something she had confirmed through several experiments already.

“Shall I try it?”

She gripped the pendant she carried.

It was not a pendant formally granted to direct descendants, but a magical tool she had made herself.

Synchronization that would not have been permitted to any other bearer of the Cornelia surname proceeded smoothly.

[Synchronizing with the ‘Violet Magic Tower.’]

After accepting immense Mana, she placed her hand on the fragment of the God.

[The ‘Key that Protects the World’ responds.]

The Divine Object responded as she wished.

This time, she placed her hand on the mage holding the fragment of the Grotesquery.

[The ‘Curse of ??’ responds.]

Radiance emitted from the mage’s body.

The Magic Tower’s Mana activated dozens of Formulas prepared for any contingency.

“I am a mage.”

Violet Mana surged from Sharle, who had become a medium accepting the three powers.

“I wish to reach the truth.”

Fwoooosh.

Pure white light colored her vision.

It was the white unique to Divine Power.

The light that occupied her sight filled her mind.

It was a dazzling brightness worthy of the name Radiance.

Violet Mana took all of it in as though harmonizing with it.

[‘We’ are one.]

[Did you commit Godslaying with such trifling tricks?]

A low voice whose gender could not be determined, like metal being scraped.

A boy’s voice brimming with arrogance.

‘More...’

Concentrating on the voices that had begun to pour in, she drew up Mana.

[‘You’ cannot escape ‘us.’]

[A God-Slayer’s fate is obvious.]

Her body trembled at the voices of the Transcendents.

She tried not to care, focusing her mind through Mana.

[The ‘Violet Magic Tower’ strengthens its synchronization with ‘Sharle Cornelia.’]

[The ‘Violet Magic Tower’ strengthens the Existence Force of ‘Sharle Cornelia.’]

The Magic Tower was protecting her.

[The ‘part’ will not vanish and will return.]

[A ‘God’ will not vanish as easily as you wish.]

Merely enduring a few words made it seem as though her mind would fill up.

The Violet Magic Tower constantly eased the burden.

It translated the Transcendents’ language, lessened the power carried by their words, and expanded the space in her mind so that it would not collapse.

Their words accumulated one by one.

Her resistance to Godheads was building along with them.

“Cornelia’s little brat has touched power beyond her means.”

“...!!”

A Human voice echoed in her mind.

[The ‘Violet Magic Tower’ searches for the intruder’s presence.]

[The ‘White Magic Tower’ strengthens its synchronization with ‘Rastian Arken.’]

[The ‘Black Magic Tower’ strengthens its synchronization with ‘Rastian Arken.’]

[The ‘two Magic Towers’ strengthen the Existence Force of ‘Rastian Arken.’]

[The ‘three Magic Towers’ mingle.]

Fwoooosh.

The Transcendents’ words vanished, and what stood before her was an old mage wearing white robes.

“There is a price for learning the truth.”

“White Duke.”

“Sharle Cornelia, thanks to you, I can now quench His Majesty the Emperor’s thirst.”

“You are a mental body.”

She recognized that the body of the old mage who had come into contact with her was not his true body.

White and black Mana erupted.

Violet Mana pushed back the two Manas as though resisting them.

‘If I hold out like this, Father or Uncle will come...’

“Wrong.”

As though her thoughts were obvious, the White Duke took a piece of stone from inside his robes.

“Fragments of the Transcendents.”

Divine Power and Radiance mixed with the Mana, and the surrounding space, which had been settling down, began to split.

Divine Power and Radiance seeped into every part of the split space.

“Open the door into the Magic Tower.”

“...!!”

The White Duke calmly watched as he blocked Sharle’s resistance.

[The ‘Violet Magic Tower’ forcibly activates the inscribed Formulas.]

[Forcibly transporting an unauthorized intruder.]

“My, 8-Star magic.”

The White Duke waved a hand as he examined the nine 8-Star spells restraining his body.

Only then.

Thump.

Sharle’s body crumpled after using excessive magic.

Violet, who had gathered the collapsed Sharle in her arms, disappeared.

***

“So this is how I broke.”

The Magic Tower left her, who had begun to deny reality, alone.

So as not to disturb the rest it had permitted her, it blocked the parts of the Transcendents that had entered with the White Duke all by itself.

And now, Killian Eurasia was blocking the parts of the Transcendents that the White Duke had sent into a rampage.

[Sharle, there is no time.]

Even Killian Eurasia could not block them forever.

[At this rate, the Seed left by Diana will break down.]

“I am sorry, Violet.”

[...]

“I want to accept the Seed right away as well. But...”

Sharle opened her hand before her.

“I cannot feel Mana.”

[...!!]

All of her memories had returned.

“I do not remember how to use Mana.”

Only one memory would not come back to her.

“How Formulas are constructed... how to wield the Magic Tower’s power...”

The God Roto had opened her Mind Image with the Authority of Keys, and the Curse of Oblivion that made up the Grotesquery had made her forget how to handle Mana.

“As I am now, I cannot accept the Seed.”