SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

I told Jane everything—up to the last detail.

The first thing I remembered when I awoke from my slumber in the darkness.

The assassin that came for my life, as well as the organization who wanted to eliminate me.

I told her about the Invasion of Kahn—even showing her his current status as one of my Familiars.

I explained how I returned to our base and trained there for three years—or more like a hundred—before returning to end the War.

“Ah, I did get an alert that someone entered the Base. But, since we wanted to hand it over to those belonging to the future generation, I decided to let it go.” Jane retorted after hearing this.

Once I was done revealing everything, the Fairy sighed and collapsed on her sofa.

We were already in a lounge where—to my relief—there were Sofas big enough to sit on.

“And? The goal of those guys after you… is to gather the Arcanas, right? I’m surprised they already have so many already.” Jane shared my sentiment.

It meant that the organization was just that formidable.

“Seeing as how they’re the ones most likely behind this War, It’s best to assume that they have even more power than we can comprehend,” I added.

“And this whole Singularity stuff, it must have something to do with your Reincarnation. Oof, I’ve also never heard of it before. This is quite a peculiar case.”

Regardless, that did not sully Jane’s brilliant smile in the slightest.

No, it was actually the opposite.

“Hehehe! Finally, there’s something fun we can crack together!” She giggled.

“I’m not sure I should be excited about this, though. I mean… these guys want to kill me, you know?”

“Bah! You can’t die, not if I can help it!”

I smiled once my friend basically offered her full support.

“Thanks, Jane. I appreciate the help… and this seat as well. It’s quite comfortable.” I bounced on the sofa with a burst of laughter.

“I get visits from the Dwarves, Beastfolk, and the Elves. Of course, I’ll have decent seats.” Jane sighed in exasperation.

I could tell she just wanted to show off her achievements again.

Apparently, my Fairy friend had lots of connections with almost every nation. The Eastern Kingdom was simply an exception.

The Alliance she established was merely for business transactions, so she was receiving benefits from them and vice versa.

“There’s nothing really beneficial in the Eastern Kingdom.”

She wasn’t completely wrong.

In terms of Technology, Dwarves were better.

In terms of power, Beastfolk were superior.

In terms of Magic Aptitude, Elves were better.

Humans were not the best in any department. So, in order to be efficient in her ventures, Jane excluded them from her partnership.

“How did things even turn out this way, though? I’m surprised by how much this King—sorry, Republic—has changed.”

“Ah, that? It would have happened much earlier if not for that stupid geezer.”

The geezer she was referring to was none other than The Fairy King.

“Ah, that idiotic misogynist! That self-centered bastard. That narcissistic excuse for a ruler! Urgh, just thinking about him makes me want to throw up.”

The only person Jane disliked more than Emilia was the Fairy King—and for good reason.

Even I could not stop her from raining those hardly appropriate words on him.

Beruel wasn’t exactly a bad guy, but his ideals and personality left much to be desired.

He had a close-minded personality, and his philosophy on certain things shaped the Fairy Kingdom into the way it was in the past.

For one, he was a misogynist. He believed women should be relegated to certain roles while men had the dominant positions in the Fairy Society.

The Escorts, Ushers, and Immigration Offers were all females—meant to woo visitors with their charms, or provide entertainment to the males.

Positions of power belonged to males as well. Even though competent people like Jane existed in the Fairy Kingdom, she was never the head of her department until much later.

This was all thanks to Beruel, the Fairy King.

He was also extremely self-centered and selfish.

The decision for an Alliance against the Demons at that time—even though it would affect his subjects greatly—was agreed upon only by Beruel once I was able to satisfy his personal desire.

He wanted certain blueprints and models to create a specific kind of golem… and I delivered.

I provided the answers to certain nerve reactions and movement patterns.

Once Beruel was pleased with this little gift, as well as others to come, he readily agreed to mobilize his troops for war.

While I was happy about his consent, I was also able to see just how much of a terrible monarch he was.

“Many Fairies died in that war—all participating because of that idiot’s selfishness! He should have consulted us first!” Till date, Jane still held the death of a lot of her comrades against him.

After the war was over, Jane was able to secure certain rights for the female Fairies, so life was bearable.

Though she kept telling me how annoying the King could be anytime we spoke, I saw that she was fighting him off in her own way.

Even when I died—though the two were in my room as I drew my last breath—they were still at loggerheads.

“After I was done with my Soul Project, he tried to gain access to it forcefully. That was when I had enough of his annoying antics!” Jane was seething as she spoke.

According to her, she basically caused a rebellion within the Fairy Kingdom and organized a coup.

The Fairy King was dethroned within a week.

Even the males whom Beruel had supported so avidly, with the exception of the few who closely stuck to him, abandoned the Fairy King at that point.

Since he had an unstable and dissociative personality, he was banished from the Fairy Sanctuary along with his close supporters.

“I haven’t seen or heard of him since, and I certainly don’t hope to. I just hope he rots in a corner and dies off.” Jane concluded.

But, I had to wonder if things could be as simple as that.