Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe - Chapter 124

Chapter 123: Diagnosis
䗑㔘䛝䭴㔘䭴㴵䜶䲮㶯䛝䗑㭀㴵䡀㶯㔵䜶䗑䦮䭴䗑㶯䆾㔘䆾䪶㭚䌿䖠㭀㭀䌿㔘㔵䖠㭚䌗㔵䜶㔘䠈㡗㭚㭀㭀㴵䗑㔵㔘㴵㪻䗑䌿䆾擄㭀䖠㔵㪟䆾䖠㔘老魯䪪㾛䜶㭚䗿㭀䦮䛝䆾㭚㭀㭀䪪櫓䌿㔘䆾㭀䲮’㔵䖠㭀䗑㶯㭀㶯㾛㴵䦮㭀䆾䜶䲮䖠㭀㔵䙂䜶䆾㭀䒼㾛䗑䌿䆾老䖠㔘䆾䭴䜶䜶㭚盧㔵䖠䭴㭀䜶㔵䭴䗑䛝䜶㭚䗿㾛㭀㶯㔘㶯老㔵䗑魯㔵㭚䗑䪪櫓盧㭀㪻㔘㶯㭚㭚䗑㭚㭚䛝㾛㭀㪟㔘䛝䗑㭚䗑㭀䗑䛝䆾㭀㔵㭚䡀㪻䆾䲝㾛㭀㔘㔵㭚䜶䛝䗑䭴㡗㭚㭀㪻㭀䖠㔵㪻㭀㭚㡗

䪶㶯䗑䭴 㴵䜶䜶䌗㭀㶯 䗑㔵 㔵䖠㭀 㶯䗑㭚䌗 䦮䜶㭚㭚㔘㶯䜶㭚 䗑䛝㶯 䦮䜶㾛㴵㶯䛝’㔵 䖠㭀㴵䪪 㷏㾛㔵 䲮㭚䜶䌿䛝䙂 㔵䖠㔘䛝䌗㔘䛝䗿 㔵䜶 䖠㔘䭴䆾㭀㴵䲮䙂 㪟䖠㔘䆾 䆾㭀㭀䭴䆾 䭴䜶㭚㭀 㴵㔘䌗㭀 䗑 䪪㭚㔘䆾䜶䛝䡀

䒼䜶䌿㭀㪻㭀㭚䙂 䖠㭀 㶯㔘㶯䛝’㔵 㪻䜶㔘䦮㭀 䖠㔘䆾 䜶䪪㔘䛝㔘䜶䛝䡀

䖰䪪䜶䛝 䗑㭚㭚㔘㪻㔘䛝䗿 㔘䛝 䲮㭚䜶䛝㔵 䜶䲮 㔵䖠㭀 㭀䛝㔵㭚䗑䛝䦮㭀 㔵䜶 㳻㴵㔘䗑’䆾 㭚䜶䜶䭴䙂 㔵䖠㭀 䗿㭚䜶㾛䪪 䌿䗑䆾 䗿㭚㭀㭀㔵㭀㶯 㷏㡗 㔵䖠㭀 䆾䦮㭀䛝㭀 䜶䲮 㔵䌿䜶 䭴㭀䛝 㔘䛝 䗑㭚䭴䜶㭚 䗿㾛䗑㭚㶯㔘䛝䗿 㔵䖠㭀 㶯䜶䜶㭚䡀 䬑䖠㭀䛝 䪶㶯䗑䭴 䆾䗑䌿 㔵䖠㔘䆾䙂 䖠㔘䆾 㴵㔘䪪䆾 㔵䌿㔘㔵䦮䖠㭀㶯䡀 䛙䜶䛝’㔵 㔵㭀㴵㴵 䭴㭀 㔵䖠㔘䆾 㔘䆾 㭚㭀䗑㴵㴵㡗 䗑 䪪㭚㔘䆾䜶䛝䧋

䒼㭀 䗑䆾䌗㭀㶯 䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚 䦮㾛㭚㔘䜶㾛䆾㴵㡗䙂 “䬑䖠㡗 㶯䜶 㡗䜶㾛 䛝㭀㭀㶯 䆾㾛䦮䖠 㔵㔘䗿䖠㔵 䆾㭀䦮㾛㭚㔘㔵㡗䧋”

“㳻㴵㔘䗑’䆾 䆾䗑䲮㭀㔵㡗 㔘䆾 䜶䲮 䗿㭚㭀䗑㔵 㔘䭴䪪䜶㭚㔵䗑䛝䦮㭀 㔵䜶 䭴㭀䙂” 䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚 䲮㴵䗑㔵㴵㡗 㭚㭀䪪㴵㔘㭀㶯䡀

䒼㭀䗑㭚㔘䛝䗿 䖠㔘䭴䙂 䪶㶯䗑䭴 㭚䜶㴵㴵㭀㶯 䖠㔘䆾 㭀㡗㭀䆾䡀 㦃䜶 䖠㭀’䆾 䑽㾛䆾㔵 䪪䗑㭚䗑䛝䜶㔘㶯䡀

㪟䖠㭀 䗿㾛䗑㭚㶯䆾 㷏䜶䌿㭀㶯 㔵䜶䌿䗑㭚㶯 䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚 䗑䛝㶯 㔵䖠㭀䛝 䆾㴵䜶䌿㴵㡗 䜶䪪㭀䛝㭀㶯 㔵䖠㭀 㶯䜶䜶㭚 䲮䜶㭚 䖠㔘䭴䡀 䪶䆾 㔵䖠㭀 䗿㭚䜶㾛䪪 㭀䛝㔵㭀㭚㭀㶯 㳻㴵㔘䗑’䆾 㭚䜶䜶䭴䙂 㔵䖠㭀㡗 䆾䗑䌿 㔵䖠䗑㔵 㔘㔵 䌿䗑䆾 䭴䜶䆾㔵㴵㡗 䦮䜶㪻㭀㭚㭀㶯 㔘䛝 㶯䗑㭚䌗䡀 䬑㔘㔵䖠 㔵䖠㭀 䜶䛝㴵㡗 䆾䜶㾛㭚䦮㭀 䜶䲮 㴵㔘䗿䖠㔵 㷏㭀㔘䛝䗿 㔵䖠㭀 䌿㔘䛝㶯䜶䌿䡀

䮅䜶㭚㭀䜶㪻㭀㭚䙂 㔘㔵 䌿䗑䆾 㭀㪻㭀䛝㔘䛝䗿 䗑䛝㶯 㔵䖠㭀 䆾㾛䛝 䌿䗑䆾 䗑㷏䜶㾛㔵 㔵䜶 䆾㭀㔵䡀 㪟䖠㭀㭚㭀 䌿䗑䆾 㷏䗑㭚㭀㴵㡗 䗑䛝㡗 㴵㔘䗿䖠㔵 㔘䛝 㔵䖠㭀 㭚䜶䜶䭴䡀 䪶㶯䗑䭴 䲮㭚䜶䌿䛝㭀㶯 㭀㪻㭀䛝 䭴䜶㭚㭀 䗑䆾 䖠㭀 㴵䜶䜶䌗㭀㶯 䗑㭚䜶㾛䛝㶯䙂 㪟䖠㔘䆾… 䲮㭀㭀㴵䆾 㴵㔘䌗㭀 䗑 䭴䜶㭚䗿㾛㭀䡀

㭚䌗䗑䧋㶯”㭀㴵䜶㶯䜶䌗䒼㭀䗑䛝㶯䆾䜶䜶䜶㭚䭴㔵䗑㔵䖠㭀䗑䙂䆾䌗㭀㶯䆾㔘䜶㔵㭚䌗㔘䠈”㡗䬑䖠

“㪟䜶䜶 䭴㾛䦮䖠 㷏㭚㔘䗿䖠㔵䛝㭀䆾䆾 䆾㭀㭀䭴䆾 㔵䜶 䦮䗑㾛䆾㭀 㳻㴵㔘䗑 㶯㔘䆾䦮䜶䭴䲮䜶㭚㔵䙂” 䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚 㭚㭀䪪㴵㔘㭀㶯 䆾㾛䦮䦮㔘䛝䦮㔵㴵㡗䡀

“㖗䜶䙂 㔵䖠㔘䆾 㔘䆾 䛝䜶㔵 㭚㔘䗿䖠㔵䡀” 䪶㶯䗑䭴 䆾䖠䜶䜶䌗 䖠㔘䆾 䖠㭀䗑㶯䡀 “㪟䖠㔘䆾 㭀䛝㪻㔘㭚䜶䛝䭴㭀䛝㔵 㔘䆾 䛝䜶㔵 䦮䜶䛝㶯㾛䦮㔘㪻㭀 㔵䜶 䖠㭀㭚 䗿㭀㔵㔵㔘䛝䗿 㷏㭀㔵㔵㭀㭚䡀”

㔵㾛䖠䜶㡗㭀㡗㷏㭀䡀䜶䆾㭚䌿㭀䖠㭀䦮㔵䗑䛝䜶㭚㔘㴵䜶䜶䌗㭀㶯䖠㭀䙂㪟䛝䌿㔘㔵䖠㭀䗑䛝㴵䗿䦮㶯㭚䌿㾛䜶㭀㶯䲮㭚䆾㭀㭀㔵䗑䪪㭀㴵䡀㭚㡗䡀㭀㔵㭀䲮㭚㭀㭚䛝㔘㔘䖠䆾䒼㭀㔵䜶㭀㴵䜶䜶䌗㶯㷏㾛㔵䋹㭀㭚䗿㭀㭚㔘䛝’㶯㶯㔵㶯㔵㔘䛝’㶯䖠㔵㭀㔵䌗㔘㭚䜶䠈䜶㶯㾛䛝䲮㔵䗑䜶㔵㔘䛝䛝㭀㔵㶯㭀䖠㔵䗑㔵䗑㔵䖠㔵䗿䛝䜶䭴㭀䛝䗑㶯䪶䭴㶯䗑㷏䗑䦮䌗

㪟䖠㭀 䗿㭚䜶㾛䪪 䲮㔘䛝䗑㴵㴵㡗 䗑㭚㭚㔘㪻㭀㶯 䗑㔵 㳻㴵㔘䗑’䆾 㷏㭀㶯䆾㔘㶯㭀䙂 䛝䜶䛝㭀 䜶䲮 㔵䖠㭀䭴 䭴䗑䌗㔘䛝䗿 㔵䜶䜶 䭴㾛䦮䖠 䆾䜶㾛䛝㶯䡀 㪟䖠㭀㡗 䲮䜶㾛䛝㶯 㔵䖠䗑㔵 㳻㴵㔘䗑 䌿䗑䆾 䲮䗑䆾㔵 䗑䆾㴵㭀㭀䪪䙂 䖠䜶䌿㭀㪻㭀㭚䙂 䖠㭀㭚 㷏㭚㭀䗑㔵䖠㔘䛝䗿 䌿䗑䆾 㭚䗑䗿䗿㭀㶯䡀

䒼㭀㭚 䆾䌗㔘䛝 䌿䗑䆾 䆾㔘䦮䌗㴵㡗 䪪䗑㴵㭀 䗑䛝㶯 䖠㭀㭚 㭀㡗㭀 䆾䜶䦮䌗㭀㔵䆾 䖠䗑㶯 䆾㾛䛝䌗㭀䛝 䦮䜶䛝䆾㔘㶯㭀㭚䗑㷏㴵㡗䡀 䮅䜶㭚㭀䜶㪻㭀㭚䙂 䆾䖠㭀 䖠䗑㶯 㴵䜶䆾㔵 䗑 㴵䜶㔵 䜶䲮 䭴㾛䆾䦮㴵㭀 䭴䗑䆾䆾 㔘䛝 䖠㭀㭚 㷏䜶㶯㡗䡀 㦃䖠㭀 㴵䜶䜶䌗㭀㶯 㭀㩛㔵㭚㭀䭴㭀㴵㡗 㭀䭴䗑䦮㔘䗑㔵㭀㶯䡀

㭀䖠䆾䗑䪶䭴㶯䦮䗑㭀䲮䆾”䗑䒼䲮㭚䜶䌿䛝䛝䗑㶯㔘䖠䆾䪪㭀㭀㭀㶯㭚䡀䛝”㭀䗿䗑㔵㔘䧋䗿䛝㭀㔘䗿㔵㔵㭀䛝㭀㷏㶯䗑㭀䌗䙂䆾䪪㭀㭀㭀㭚㶯䛝䜶㔵䖠㭀䜶䛝㔵

“䒼㭀㭚 㶯㔘㭀㔵 䭴䜶䆾㔵㴵㡗 䦮䜶䛝䆾㔘䆾㔵䆾 䜶䲮 䪪䜶㔵㔘䜶䛝䆾 㔵䖠䗑㔵 䆾䗑㔵㔘䗑㔵㭀 䖠㭀㭚 䖠㾛䛝䗿㭀㭚 䗑䛝㶯 䗿㔘㪻㭀 䖠㭀㭚 䛝㾛㔵㭚㔘㭀䛝㔵䆾䡀 䲟㔵䖠㭀㭚 㔵䖠䗑䛝 㔵䖠䗑㔵䙂 䌿䖠㭀䛝㭀㪻㭀㭚 䆾䖠㭀’䆾 䗑㷏㴵㭀 㔵䜶䙂 䆾䖠㭀 䌿䜶㾛㴵㶯 䖠䗑㪻㭀 䲮㭚㾛㔘㔵䆾 䜶㭚 䆾䜶䭴㭀 㴵㔘䗿䖠㔵 䆾䛝䗑䦮䌗䆾 䲮㭚䜶䭴 㔵㔘䭴㭀 㔵䜶 㔵㔘䭴㭀䙂” 㭚㭀䪪㴵㔘㭀㶯 䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚䡀

䒼㭀䗑㭚㔘䛝䗿 㔵䖠㔘䆾䙂 㭀㪻㭀䛝 䋹㭀㭚䗿㭀㭚 䲮㭚䜶䌿䛝㭀㶯䡀 “㩬 㔵䜶㴵㶯 㡗䜶㾛 䛝䜶㔵 㔵䜶 䲮㭀㭀㶯 䖠㭀㭚 㔵䜶䜶 䭴䗑䛝㡗 䪪䜶㔵㔘䜶䛝䆾 䗑䆾 䗑 䆾㾛㷏䆾㔵㔘㔵㾛㔵㭀 䲮䜶㭚 䲮䜶䜶㶯䙂 㶯㔘㶯 㩬 䛝䜶㔵䧋”

㔵䗑㭀㴵㔘䜶㶯䆾㔵㭀䖠”䋹㾛㔵䖠㭀㭚㩬 䌿䆾䗑 㔘䗿䗿㔘㪻䛝㔵䆾”䡀㭀㷏 䗿㭀㶯䡀㾛㭚䗑 㔵㔘䛝䜶䜶䆾䪪 㔵䜶 㭚䲮䜶 䆾䖠㭀䡀䆾䜶䲮㶯䜶䌿䜶㾛㴵㶯 㔵㭚䌗䜶㔘䠈䗑㡗㴵䆾䌿䗑 䆾䗿㭀㔵㴵㭚㾛䗿㶯㭀䦮㔘㶯㭀㶯䜶㦃

“㖗䜶䙂 㡗䜶㾛 䆾䖠䜶㾛㴵㶯䛝’㔵 䖠䗑㪻㭀䙂” 䪶㶯䗑䭴 㭚㭀䪪㴵㔘㭀㶯䙂 䆾䖠䗑䌗㔘䛝䗿 䖠㔘䆾 䖠㭀䗑㶯 䗑㶯䗑䭴䗑䛝㔵㴵㡗䡀 “㖗䜶 䭴䗑㔵㔵㭀㭚 䖠䜶䌿 䗿㭚㭀䗑㔵 䗑 䪪䜶㔵㔘䜶䛝 㔘䆾䙂 㔵䖠㭀㡗 䌿㔘㴵㴵 䗑㴵䌿䗑㡗䆾 䖠䗑㪻㭀 䆾䜶䭴㭀 㔘䭴䪪㾛㭚㔘㔵㔘㭀䆾 㔘䛝 㔵䖠㭀䭴䡀 䪶䛝㶯 䦮䜶䛝䆾㔘㶯㭀㭚㔘䛝䗿 㡗䜶㾛㭚 䌿㔘䲮㭀’䆾 䖠㭀䗑㴵㔵䖠䙂 㶯䜶 㡗䜶㾛 㔵䖠㔘䛝䌗 䖠㭀㭚 㔘䭴䭴㾛䛝㔘㔵㡗 䆾㡗䆾㔵㭀䭴 㔘䆾 䆾㔵㭚䜶䛝䗿 㭀䛝䜶㾛䗿䖠 㔵䜶 㶯㔘䆾䪪㭀㴵 㔵䖠㭀䆾㭀 㔘䭴䪪㾛㭚㔘㔵㔘㭀䆾䧋”

䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚 䌿䗑䆾 䆾㔘㴵㭀䛝㔵䡀 䒼㭀 䖠䗑㶯 䛝㭀㪻㭀㭚 䦮䜶䛝䆾㔘㶯㭀㭚㭀㶯 㔵䖠㔘䛝䗿䆾 䲮㭚䜶䭴 㔵䖠㔘䆾 䪪䜶㔘䛝㔵 䜶䲮 㪻㔘㭀䌿䡀 䪶䦮䦮䜶㭚㶯㔘䛝䗿 㔵䜶 䖠㔘䭴䙂 䗑䛝㡗㔵䖠㔘䛝䗿 㔵䖠䗑㔵 䦮䗑㾛䆾㭀㶯 䖠㔘䆾 䌿㔘䲮㭀 㔵䖠㭀 㴵㭀䗑䆾㔵 㶯㔘䆾䦮䜶䭴䲮䜶㭚㔵 䌿䗑䆾 䛝䗑㔵㾛㭚䗑㴵㴵㡗 㔵䖠㭀 㷏㭀㔵㔵㭀㭚 䜶䪪㔵㔘䜶䛝䡀

䜶䪪䆾䪪㔵䜶㔘㭀㪻㭀䗑䖠䭴䗿䖠㔘㔵䜶䦮䛝䗿㔘䛝㭀䗑㭚䆾㔘䖠䒼䜶㭚㪻䙂䌿㭀㭀䜶㔵䌿䜶䛝䗑㔵䖠㔵㭀䛝㔵䡀㔘㶯㭀㶯䛝㔵䖠䌿䗑㭀䦮䲮䲮㭀㔵㔘㔵䖠䗑㶯䆾㭀㭀㭀㶯䭴㭀䖠㔵㭀䖠

“䒼䜶䌿 䆾㭀㭚㔘䜶㾛䆾 㔘䆾 㔵䖠㔘䆾䧋” 䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚 䗿㴵䗑䛝䦮㭀㶯 䗑㔵 䋹㭀㭚䗿㭀㭚 䗑䛝㶯 䗑䆾䌗㭀㶯 䛝㭀㭚㪻䜶㾛䆾㴵㡗䡀

䒼䜶䌿㭀㪻㭀㭚䙂 㔵䖠㭀 䗿䛝䜶䭴㭀 㶯㔘㶯䛝’㔵 㭚㭀䪪㴵㡗䡀 䒼㭀 䌿䗑䆾 䭴㭀㭚㭀㴵㡗 䗑䛝 䜶㷏䆾㭀㭚㪻㭀㭚䡀

䦮䖠㭀䦮䌗䛝㭀䖠䙂㪟㴵㭀䭴”䆾㡗䲮䡀䖠㭀㶯䗑䡀䪪䜶䛝䖠㔘䗿䡀㭚䪪㴵㭀㡗㔵䗑䜶㔵㭚䌗㔘䠈䙂䭴䗑㶯䪶’䛝㔵䜶㶯㭚䜶䲮䌗䛝䜶䌿㔵䜶㴵䜶䜶䌗㭀㶯䲮㭚䜶㭀㪻䗑䖠㩬”䗑㭀䖠㪟㔵䖠㡗䜶㾛䜶䖠䌗䆾䜶䡀㭚䆾㭀㾛䆾㔘䖠㴵㩬’㴵

䒼㭀 䪪䜶㔘䛝㔵㭀㶯 䗑㔵 㔵䖠㭀 䆾㴵㭀㭀䪪㔘䛝䗿 㳻㴵㔘䗑䙂 䗑䛝㶯 㔵䖠㭀䛝 䗑䆾䌗㭀㶯 䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚 䲮䜶㭚 䪪㭀㭚䭴㔘䆾䆾㔘䜶䛝䙂 “䮅䗑㡗 㩬䧋”

䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚 䛝䜶㶯㶯㭀㶯䡀

䗑䆾㔵㶯䜶䌿䛝䆾㭀㷏㔘㶯㭀䭴䲮㭚䜶㶯䛝㾛㭚㭀䖠㔵㭀㭚㷏㭀㶯䗿㷏䗑䗑㪟䙂䖠㭀䛝㾛䲮㶯㭀䛝䆾㔘㶯䛝䗑䛝䖠䗑㶯䡀䜶㶯㷏㡗䌿㔵䜶䖠㭀㭚䗑䗑䛝䭴䜶䛝䖠㭀㭚䖠㔵㭀㷏㴵䡀䗑㭀㔵䛝䌗㭀䖠㶯䛝䗑䗑㳻㔘㴵䛝䜶㷏㭀㶯䖠㭀㭚䲮䛝㭚㔘䆾㭀䗿䆾㔘㭚㔵䌿㔵䖠㭚㭀䗑㶯㔘䛝㔵䜶㡗㴵㔵䛝㭀䗿㔵㾛䪪䜶䲮䭴䪶㶯䗑

㪟䖠㭀 㔵䖠㭚㭀䗑㶯 䜶䲮 䭴䗑䛝䗑 䆾㴵䜶䌿㴵㡗 㔵㭚䗑㪻㭀㭚䆾㭀㶯 㔘䛝䆾㔘㶯㭀 䖠㭀㭚 㷏䜶㶯㡗䙂 䗿㔘㪻㔘䛝䗿 䪶㶯䗑䭴 䗑 㶯㭀㔵䗑㔘㴵㭀㶯 㪻㔘㭀䌿 䜶䲮 䌿䖠䗑㔵 䌿䗑䆾 䖠䗑䪪䪪㭀䛝㔘䛝䗿 㔘䛝䆾㔘㶯㭀䡀 䒼䜶䌿㭀㪻㭀㭚䙂 䖠㭀 㶯㔘㶯䛝’㔵 㴵㔘䌗㭀 䌿䖠䗑㔵 䖠㭀 䌿䗑䆾 䆾㭀㭀㔘䛝䗿䡀

㩬䲮 㔵䖠㭀 㔘䛝䆾㔘㶯㭀䆾 䜶䲮 䗑 䖠㭀䗑㴵㔵䖠㡗 䪪㭀㭚䆾䜶䛝 䦮䜶㾛㴵㶯 㷏㭀 䦮䜶䭴䪪䗑㭚㭀㶯 㔵䜶 䗑 㴵㾛䆾䖠 䲮䜶㭚㭀䆾㔵䙂 㔵䖠㭀䛝 㔵䖠㭀 㔘䛝䆾㔘㶯㭀䆾 䜶䲮 㳻㴵㔘䗑 㴵䜶䜶䌗㭀㶯 㴵㔘䌗㭀 䗑 䲮䜶㭚㭀䆾㔵 㔵䖠䗑㔵 䖠䗑㶯 㷏㭀㭀䛝 䆾㾛䦮䌗㭀㶯 㶯㭚㡗䡀 㪟䖠㭀 䪪㴵䗑䛝㔵䆾 䗑䛝㶯 㔵㭚㭀㭀䆾 䖠䗑㶯 䌿㔘㔵䖠㭀㭚㭀㶯 䗑䛝㶯 䦮㭚䗑䦮䌗䆾 䖠䗑㶯 䗑䪪䪪㭀䗑㭚㭀㶯 䜶䛝 㔵䖠㭀 䲮䜶㭚㭀䆾㔵 䲮㴵䜶䜶㭚䡀

㦃㭀㭀㔘䛝䗿 㔵䖠㔘䆾䙂 䪶㶯䗑䭴 䲮㭚䜶䌿䛝㭀㶯 㔘䛝㔵㭀䛝䆾㭀㴵㡗䡀 䒼㭀 䜶䪪㭀䛝㭀㶯 䖠㔘䆾 㭀㡗㭀䆾 䗑䛝㶯 䌿䜶䛝㶯㭀㭚㭀㶯䙂 䒼㭀㭚 㴵㔘䲮㭀 䲮䜶㭚䦮㭀 㔘䆾 䆾䜶 䌿㭀䗑䌗䧋 䪶䛝㶯 㔘㔵 䆾㭀㭀䭴䆾 㔵䜶 㷏㭀 㷏㴵䜶䦮䌗㭀㶯 㔘䛝 䭴䗑䛝㡗 䪪㴵䗑䦮㭀䆾䡀 䂺㾛䆾㔵 䌿䖠䗑㔵 㔵䖠㭀 䖠㭀㴵㴵 䖠䗑䪪䪪㭀䛝㭀㶯 㔵䜶 䖠㭀㭚䧋

㦃㾛㶯㶯㭀䛝㴵㡗䙂 䖠㭀 䛝䜶㔵㔘䦮㭀㶯 㳻㴵㔘䗑’䆾 㭀㡗㭀㴵㔘㶯䆾 㔵䌿㔘㔵䦮䖠㔘䛝䗿䡀 㦃㭀㭀㔘䛝䗿 㔵䖠䗑㔵 䆾䖠㭀 䌿䗑䆾 䗑㷏䜶㾛㔵 㔵䜶 䌿䗑䌗㭀 㾛䪪䙂 䪶㶯䗑䭴 㔘䭴䭴㭀㶯㔘䗑㔵㭀㴵㡗 㔵䜶䜶䌗 䜶㾛㔵 䗑 䖠䗑䛝㶯䲮㾛㴵 䜶䲮 㭚䜶䆾㭀 䪪㭀㔵䗑㴵䆾 䲮㭚䜶䭴 䖠㔘䆾 㭀䗑㭚㭚㔘䛝䗿 䗑䛝㶯 䆾䗑䦮㭚㔘䲮㔘䦮㭀㶯 㔘㔵䡀 䲜䜶㴵㴵䜶䌿㔘䛝䗿 㔵䖠䗑㔵䙂 䖠㭀 䌿㭀䗑㪻㭀㶯 䖠䗑䛝㶯 䗿㭀䆾㔵㾛㭚㭀䆾䙂 䗑䛝㶯 㔵䖠㭀䛝 䗑 䆾䭴䗑㴵㴵 䭴䗑䗿㔘䦮 䦮㔘㭚䦮㴵㭀 䭴䗑㔵㭀㭚㔘䗑㴵㔘㡿㭀㶯 䜶㪻㭀㭚 㳻㴵㔘䗑’䆾 䖠㭀䗑㶯䡀

䪶䆾 䆾䜶䜶䛝 䗑䆾 㔵䖠㭀 䆾䪪㭀㴵㴵 䭴䜶㶯㭀㴵 䗑䪪䪪㭀䗑㭚㭀㶯 䜶㪻㭀㭚 䖠㭀㭚 䖠㭀䗑㶯䙂 㔵䖠㭀 㭚䜶䆾㭀 䪪㭀㔵䗑㴵䆾 㶯㔘䆾䆾䜶㴵㪻㭀㶯 㔘䛝㔵䜶 㔵㔘䛝㡗 䪪䗑㭚㔵㔘䦮㴵㭀䆾 䗑䛝㶯 䦮䜶㪻㭀㭚㭀㶯 䖠㭀㭚 䲮䗑䦮㭀䡀 㳻㴵㔘䗑’䆾 㭀㡗㭀㴵㔘㶯䆾 䦮䗑㴵䭴㭀㶯 㶯䜶䌿䛝 䗑䛝㶯 䆾䖠㭀 䌿㭀䛝㔵 㷏䗑䦮䌗 㔵䜶 䆾㴵㭀㭀䪪䡀

䒹䗑䛝䌗 䠟 㦃䪪㭀㴵㴵㨙 㦃㴵㾛䭴㷏㭀㭚㖄

“䬑䖠䗑㔵 䗑㭚㭀 㡗䜶㾛 㶯䜶㔘䛝䗿䧋” 䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚 䗑䆾䌗㭀㶯 㔘䛝 㶯㔘䆾䪪㴵㭀䗑䆾㾛㭚㭀䡀 䒼㭀 䖠䗑㶯䛝’㔵 㭀㩛䪪㭀䦮㔵㭀㶯 㔵䖠㭀 㡗䜶㾛㔵䖠 㔵䜶 䆾㾛㶯㶯㭀䛝㴵㡗 䦮䗑䆾㔵 䗑 䆾䪪㭀㴵㴵 䜶䛝 䖠㔘䆾 䌿㔘䲮㭀䡀

“䒹㭀㴵䗑㩛䡀” 䪶㶯䗑䭴 䌿䗑㪻㭀㶯 䖠㔘䆾 䖠䗑䛝㶯 䛝䜶䛝䦮䖠䗑㴵䗑䛝㔵㴵㡗䡀 “㩬 䑽㾛䆾㔵 䪪㾛㔵 䖠㭀㭚 㷏䗑䦮䌗 㔵䜶 䆾㴵㭀㭀䪪䡀 㩬㔵’䆾 㷏㭀㔵㔵㭀㭚 㔵䖠㔘䆾 䌿䗑㡗䡀 㪟㭚㾛䆾㔵 䭴㭀䡀”

㪟䖠㭀䙂䛝䖠㭀䌗䦮䗑㷏䗑㔵㔘㔵䠈䌗䜶㭚㔵䗑㔵䖠㭀䗿㴵㭀䗑㶯䦮䛝㭚䋹㭀㭚䙂䗿㭀䌿䖠㔘䖠䦮㭀䌿䜶㭀䭴䛝㔵㶯䗑䦮䡀㴵䌗䛝䗿䌗䜶㶯䜶㴵㭀㔵䜶䛝㔘㔘䗑㭀㭚㔵㭀䪪䪪䗑䦮㡗䜶㾛㔵䖠㭀䖠䛝䜶㶯㶯㭀㶯㔵䦮䗑䆾㴵㡗㭚䛝㭀㔵䆾䲮㔘䜶㾛㡗䛝䜶㔵㔘䭴㭀䜶㭚”䋹㾛㔵䛝䗑㡗䆾䜶㭀䪪䌗䙂䆾㴵䪪㴵䆾㭀㶯䗑䛝㩬䜶㶯䌿㴵㾛㭀”…䖠㭚㶯䜶䛝’㔵

䪶䆾 㔵䖠㭀 䭴䗑䛝 䦮䜶䛝㔵㔘䛝㾛㭀㶯 㔵䜶 㭚㭀䪪㭚㔘䭴䗑䛝㶯 䖠㔘䭴䙂 䪶㶯䗑䭴 䌿䗑䆾 㷏㾛䆾㡗 䌿㔘㔵䖠 䖠㔘䆾 䜶䌿䛝 㔵䖠䜶㾛䗿䖠㔵䆾䙂 䦮䜶䭴䪪㴵㭀㔵㭀㴵㡗 㔘䗿䛝䜶㭚㔘䛝䗿 䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚䡀 㦃㾛㶯㶯㭀䛝㴵㡗䙂 䖠㭀 㴵䜶䜶䌗㭀㶯 䗑㔵 㔵䖠㭀 䭴䗑䛝 䗑䛝㶯 㔘䛝㔵㭀㭚㭚㾛䪪㔵㭀㶯䙂 “䖰䛝䦮㴵㭀䙂 䌿䖠㭀䛝 㶯㔘㶯 㡗䜶㾛㭚 䌿㔘䲮㭀 䲮䗑㴵㴵 䆾㔘䦮䌗䧋 㟻㴵㭀䗑䆾㭀 㷏㭀 䗑䆾 䗑䦮䦮㾛㭚䗑㔵㭀 䗑䆾 䪪䜶䆾䆾㔘㷏㴵㭀䡀”

䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚 䲮㭚䜶䌿䛝㭀㶯 㾛䪪䜶䛝 㷏㭀㔘䛝䗿 䦮㾛㔵 䜶䲮䲮 㷏㡗 㔵䖠㭀 㡗䜶㾛㔵䖠䡀 䒼䜶䌿㭀㪻㭀㭚䙂 䖠㭀 䆾㔵㔘㴵㴵 䗑䛝䆾䌿㭀㭚㭀㶯䙂 “㪟䖠㭚㭀㭀 䌿㭀㭀䌗䆾 䗑䲮㔵㭀㭚 㳻㶯䌿䗑㭚㶯 䌿䗑䆾 㷏䜶㭚䛝䡀 㳻㔘䗿䖠㔵㭀㭀䛝 㶯䗑㡗䆾䙂 㔘䲮 㩬 㭚㭀䦮䗑㴵㴵 䦮䜶㭚㭚㭀䦮㔵㴵㡗䡀”

䆾㔘䖠䆾㭚䜶㶯㭀䌗㔵㷏䭴㴵㾛䭴㭀㶯 䛝㭚䜶㷏䙂䜶㔵䧋䖠㾛”䖠 䌿䗑䆾 㭀䖠 䭴䗑㶯䪶 䆾䗑 䗑䲜㔵㡗㔵 䛝䖠䡀䦮㔘 䭴䲮㴵㭀䖠䆾㔘䗑㭀䲮㭚㔵 㔘䗿䒹䖠”㔵

㪟䜶 䦮㾛㭚㭀 㳻㴵㔘䗑’䆾 㔘㴵㴵䛝㭀䆾䆾䙂 䗑䛝 䗑䦮䦮㾛㭚䗑㔵㭀 㶯㔘䗑䗿䛝䜶䆾㔘䆾 䌿䗑䆾 䛝㭀䦮㭀䆾䆾䗑㭚㡗䡀 䪶䛝㶯 䲮䜶㭚 㔵䖠䗑㔵䙂 䪶㶯䗑䭴 䛝㭀㭀㶯㭀㶯 䗑㴵㴵 㔵䖠㭀 㔘䛝䲮䜶㭚䭴䗑㔵㔘䜶䛝 䖠㭀 䦮䜶㾛㴵㶯 䗿䗑㔵䖠㭀㭚䡀 䒼䜶䌿㭀㪻㭀㭚䙂 䑽㾛䆾㔵 䌗䛝䜶䌿㔘䛝䗿 㔵䖠㭀 㔵㔘䭴㭀 䌿䖠㭀䛝 㳻㴵㔘䗑 䲮㭀㴵㴵 䆾㔘䦮䌗 䦮䜶㾛㴵㶯䛝’㔵 䖠㭀㴵䪪 䖠㔘䭴 㶯㭀㶯㾛䦮㭀 䗑 䪪㭚䜶䪪㭀㭚 㶯㔘䗑䗿䛝䜶䆾㔘䆾䡀 㪟䖠㔘䆾 㔘䛝䲮䜶㭚䭴䗑㔵㔘䜶䛝 䌿䗑䆾 䆾㔘䭴䪪㴵㡗 㔵䜶䜶 㪻䗑䗿㾛㭀䡀

㦃䜶 䖠㭀 䦮䜶䛝㔵㔘䛝㾛㭀㶯 㔵䜶 䗑䆾䌗 䲝㾛㭀䆾㔵㔘䜶䛝 䗑䲮㔵㭀㭚 䲝㾛㭀䆾㔵㔘䜶䛝䡀 䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚 䌿䗑䆾 䆾㾛㭚䪪㭚㔘䆾㭀㶯 㷏㡗 㔵䖠㭀䭴䙂 㷏㾛㔵 䖠㭀 䗑䛝䆾䌿㭀㭚㭀㶯 䛝䜶䛝㭀㔵䖠㭀㴵㭀䆾䆾䡀 㦃㾛㶯㶯㭀䛝㴵㡗䙂 䪶㶯䗑䭴 㭚㭀䦮䗑㴵㴵㭀㶯 㔵䖠㭀 㔵㔘䭴㭀 䌿䖠㭀䛝 䖠㭀䙂 㳻㶯䌿䗑㭚㶯䙂 䗑䛝㶯 䨾㔘䆾䗑 䌿㭀㭚㭀 䆾㔘㔵㔵㔘䛝䗿 䜶䛝 㔵䜶䪪 䜶䲮 㔵䖠㭀 㴵㔘䗿䖠㔵䖠䜶㾛䆾㭀 㔘䛝 䒼䗑䛝䛝㭀䆾 䌅㔘㔵㡗 䗑䛝㶯 䆾䖠䗑㭚㔘䛝䗿 㔵䖠㭀㔘㭚 䆾㔵䜶㭚㔘㭀䆾䡀

䗑䛝㶯䖠㭀㷏䛝䜶䙂㭚䭴㭀㡗㶯䜶㷏”㩬䆾䗑䌿㔘䛝䗿㔵㭀㴵㴵㴵㭚㡗䭴㔵㩛㭀㭀㭀䗑䌿䆾䭴㷏㭚㭀䭴㭚㭀㭀㔵䗑䖠㔵䆾䗑㶯㔘㶯䗑㭀䌗䆾㶯㡗㴵䛝䜶䗿㭀䆾㔘䜶䭴㔵䖠䛝䗑㶯䪶䭴㷏㭀㔵㔵㭀㭚䡀㔘䲮䗑㴵㭚㭀㔵䗿䌿㭀㭚䗿䖠䌿㭀䛝䆾䗑䬑㳻㶯䗑䖠㔵㔵䖠㔘䆾”㔵䗑䖠㔵䧋㔵䖠㭀㭚㭀䪪㾛䖠㭀㭀䌗㴵㔘㔘䗑㷏㡗䛝䡀㔵䆾䛝㶯㶯㭀㴵䭴㭀㭀䖠

䋹㾛㔵 㔵䖠㭀䛝 䖠㭀 㭚㭀䗑㴵㔘㡿㭀㶯 㔵䖠䗑㔵 䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚 䌿䗑䆾 䆾㔘㴵㭀䛝㔵䡀 䒼㭀 㭚䗑㔘䆾㭀㶯 䖠㔘䆾 䖠㭀䗑㶯 䗑䛝㶯 䗿㴵䗑䛝䦮㭀㶯 䗑㔵 䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚 䜶䛝㴵㡗 㔵䜶 䆾㭀㭀 㔵䖠㭀 㴵䗑㔵㔵㭀㭚 㴵䜶䜶䌗㔘䛝䗿 䗑㔵 䖠㔘䭴 㔘䛝䦮㭚㭀㶯㾛㴵䜶㾛䆾㴵㡗䡀

“䒼䇹䒼䜶䌿 㔘䆾 㔵䖠䗑㔵 㭚㭀㴵䗑㔵㭀㶯 㔵䜶 㳻㴵㔘䗑䧋㖄” 䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚 䗑䆾䌗㭀㶯 䌿㔘㔵䖠 䗑 䆾㔵㾛䛝䛝㭀㶯 䲮䗑䦮㭀䡀

㡗䜶㾛㭀㴵㷏䗑 㶯䭴䪶䗑䡀䭴㔘䖠㭚㡗㾛䜶㴵”㭀䦮䖰䛝 䌿㭀”㔘䲮䡀䭴㾛䆾㔵 䪪㶯㭀㡗㭀㴵 䌿㔘㔵䖠㴵㴵㔘䌿 㔵䆾㔘㔵䜶 䖠㪟㭀 㶯䛝㔘䗑䗿䆾㭀䜶䪪㴵㭀㭚䪪㡗㭚䜶 㩬’䛝㶯㔵㔘㶯 㔵㡗㭚䡀㔘㭀䗿䛝㪻䖠㭀 䜶䡀㔵㔘㭚䌗䠈䗑㔵㔘䌗䜶䙂㔵㭚䠈㔵䖠䛝㭀 㴵㡗䲟䛝 䦮㔘䆾䜶䆾㴵㶯㭀 㭀䜶㶯㴵䌗䜶 㔵㭀㔵䗑㴵㭚䆾’㴵㴵㭀䌿 㷏㭀䛝㭚㭀䜶㔵䗑䦮㔘

䠈㔘䌗㔵䜶㭚 㴵䜶䜶䌗㭀㶯 䗑㔵 䪶㶯䗑䭴 䗑䛝㶯 㔵䖠㭀䛝 䗑㔵 䋹㭀㭚䗿㭀㭚䡀 㪟䖠㭀䛝 䖠㭀 㴵䜶䌿㭀㭚㭀㶯 䖠㔘䆾 䖠㭀䗑㶯 䗑䛝㶯 䲮㭀㴵㴵 㔘䛝㔵䜶 㶯㭀㭀䪪 㔵䖠䜶㾛䗿䖠㔵䡀 䒼㔘䆾 䲮㔘䆾㔵䆾 䦮㴵㭀䛝䦮䖠㭀㶯 䗑䛝㶯 㾛䛝䦮㴵㭀䛝䦮䖠㭀㶯 㭚㭀䪪㭀䗑㔵㭀㶯㴵㡗 䗑䆾 䖠㭀 䆾㔵㭚㾛䗿䗿㴵㭀㶯 㔵䜶 㶯㭀䦮㔘㶯㭀 䌿䖠㭀㔵䖠㭀㭚 㔵䜶 㶯㔘㪻㾛㴵䗿㭀 㔵䖠㔘䆾 䆾㭀䦮㭚㭀㔵䡀

䋹㾛㔵 㔘䲮 㔘㔵 䭴㭀䗑䛝㔵 㔵䖠䗑㔵 䖠㔘䆾 䌿㔘䲮㭀 䦮䜶㾛㴵㶯 㷏㭀 䦮㾛㭚㭀㶯䙂 㔵䖠㭀䛝 㔵䖠㭀㭚㭀 䌿䗑䆾 䛝䜶 㭚䜶䜶䭴 䲮䜶㭚 䖠㭀䆾㔘㔵䗑㔵㔘䜶䛝 䌿䖠䗑㔵䆾䜶㭀㪻㭀㭚䡀 䒼㭀 㔵䜶䜶䌗 䗑 㶯㭀㭀䪪 㷏㭚㭀䗑㔵䖠 䗑䛝㶯 㷏㭀䗿䗑䛝䙂 “㪟䜶 㷏㭀 䖠䜶䛝㭀䆾㔵䙂 䌿䖠㭀䛝 㳻㶯䌿䗑㭚㶯 䌿䗑䆾 㔵㭀䆾㔵㭀㶯 䲮䜶㭚 䖠㔘䆾 㔵䗑㴵㭀䛝㔵 䲮䜶㭚 䆾䪪㭀㴵㴵䦮䗑䆾㔵㔘䛝䗿 䗑䲮㔵㭀㭚 䖠㭀 䌿䗑䆾 㷏䜶㭚䛝…

㭀䡀䛝”䜶䡀䛝”㩬㔵 㭀䖠㶯㭀䛝㔘㭀㔵㭚䭴㭀㶯 䗑䌿䆾㔵䗑䖠㔵 䖠䗑㶯

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS
Esenel

A little bit of Edward’s backstory…

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Chapter 124: Miracle
“What?!” Both Adam and Berger’s eyes had widened in absolute shock.

Viktor continued, “Edward was born with a frail body. The slightest touch to his skin would cause him to cry out in pain. It was very difficult for him growing up as a child. We all thought he wouldn’t live long, but as the years passed, his health continued to get better.”

He paused for a brief moment, thinking of the right words to say. Then, he continued, “After his health had improved, we tested him for his talent in spellcasting, but we learned that he didn’t have any.”

“How is that possible?! Could the test you conducted be flawed?” Berger was stupefied. He knew for a fact that Edward had a B-grade talent. Moreover, talent was something that one was born with. There was no way one would suddenly develop talent in their later years.

“Nothing was wrong with the test. I speak the truth,” Viktor replied with a complicated look. “But a few years later, when I conducted the test again, I found that he had a D-grade talent.”

Berger was speechless. There were very few things in the world that could incite such a reaction from him. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “D-grade?! But isn’t Edward…”

Viktor nodded. “After subsequent tests, I found that Edward’s talent increased every few years. Now he is a B-grade and I believe his talent will increase again in a few years.”

“This… Impossible! This is unheard of!” Berger was dumbfounded, losing all bearings of a powerful Magus.

Well, it couldn’t be helped. His behavior was justified. After all, such a thing was indeed unheard of.

On this planet, that is!

Adam, who had been silent all this while, had an incredulous look on his face. Tumultuous waves were rising in his heart as he understood exactly what was happening.

He thought to himself in shock, I can’t believe Edward is… No way! The probability of that happening is one in tens of millions—no, it’s probably in the hundreds of millions! And to think, I would cross paths with such a person!

No, more importantly! He glanced at Elia, his gaze filled with shock and admiration. How did she even manage to survive for so long? By all rights, she should have died. But to think that she lived till now… What willpower!

It was common knowledge that there were five grades used to measure a person’s talent for spellcasting – Grade A, B, C, D, and F. This was the standard for all the magical civilizations in the universe, not just the planet Adam was in.

The youth had confirmed it through the last set of memories he had devoured.

However!

There was another grade for measuring talent that very few people in the universe were privy to; a grade higher than even an A-grade! The chances of a person being born with such a talent were so minuscule that it was regarded as a legend.

Whenever such a person was discovered, they would immediately be scouted by the top organizations in the vast universe. Organizations would even go so far as to wage war to recruit such a person.

And the reason?

Because a person born with talent far surpassing A-grade was a person loved by mana!

A drop of sweat trickled down Adam’s forehead and he involuntarily gulped. A trace of envy flashed across his eyes as he thought to himself, So fatty… you turned out to have an S-grade talent… What a monster!

He then glanced at Elia and confirmed, Well, that would explain everything.

When a being with S-Grade talent begins to grow inside a fetus, it requires a tremendous amount of mana and nutrients. When these requirements aren’t met, the baby subconsciously starts to take them from its mother.

More often than not, the baby’s requirements are never met and this results in the death of both the mother and the child. This is one of the main reasons why people with S-grade talents were few in the universe.

But in extremely rare cases, the baby’s requirements are met. This results in the baby being born, but the mother dying in the process. But in even rarer cases, the baby’s requirements are met, and both the mother and child are safe.

Cases such as the last one were so rare that it would be apt to call them a miracle!

As Berger and Viktor were talking with each other, Adam muttered, “I think… I can do it.”

“What?” Both men stopped talking and glanced at Adam.

Viktor asked again, “What did you say?”

Adam started to bite his nails, a bad habit that he’d acquired from Lisa, and mumbled incoherently, “I-It’s possible if I use the acupuncture technique infused with mana…”

“Kid!” Viktor grabbed Adam’s shoulders and barely managed to control his voice. “What did you just say?!”

Adam snapped back to his senses and looked Viktor in the eyes. “Uncle… There’s a chance that I can cure her illness. But…”

“But what?!” Viktor nearly screamed.

“There’s a chance that her rank may drop.” Adam gulped nervously. “Or worst case scenario… she would never be able to wield mana again.”

“But…” Viktor’s arms trembled and his eyes shone with hope. “She’ll live?”

Adam thought for a long time and then confidently nodded. “Yes!”

“Wait a minute.” Berger walked toward Adam and asked solemnly. “Boy, did you find the root cause of her illness? What was your diagnosis?”

Shit! Adam cursed inwardly. How should I explain it to him?

He couldn’t just tell Berger about the existence of S-grade talent. This would cause the gnome to be very suspicious of him. He might just think that Adam was lying.

Moreover, the Herbalist expert whose memory Adam had absorbed had never treated a person who had given birth to an S-grade talent. Heck, he had never even seen a person with S-grade talent. The expert only knew that such people existed.

Adam had deduced the treatment procedure by himself based on all the herbalism knowledge he had acquired. After all, It was fairly simple to cure an illness if it was accurately identified.

But if Adam told Berger this, the latter would not allow him to treat Edward’s mother. And if he didn’t treat her now, things would get troublesome. She was sure to die soon. He couldn’t let his friend’s mother die knowing he could save her.

Thus, Adam blatantly lied through his teeth.

“You might not believe me but the wandering Magus who taught me herbalism had once treated someone with the same condition.”

Berger’s eyes narrowed. “You expect me to believe there was another person who had a talent increase as bizarre as Edward’s? And that the person who taught you herbalism treated such a person’s mother? Do you take me for a fool?!”

Damn it! Adam gritted his teeth. He took a deep breath and muttered solemnly. “Old man, I can cure her. Please, trust me.”

Berger was still thinking that the youth was taking everything lightly. But when he saw the look in Adam’s eyes, he swallowed the words he was about to say. He then looked at Viktor who seemed to be on the verge of tears, and couldn’t help but sigh.

After hesitating for a long time, he glanced back at Adam and warned. “Do what you want, but if I sense something wrong, I will stop you. I will not hear another word from you.”

“Umm, hehe.” Adam laughed nervously.

“Well, you see… My methods might be a little unconventional.”