"Is that... Is that him?
The old man's curious question, mixed with concern, echoed around the hall.
Everyone in the hall was silent, so the old man's hoarse, wheezing voice echoed around the hall for a few seconds. The old man was thinking aloud, but without realising it, his question echoed around the hall, causing everyone to feel a range of emotions.
In this large circular hall of white marble, there were tables and cabinets containing various books on magic, magical research and ancient scriptures. At the head of these tables were many young people dressed in white robes, doing various research, looking through various spell books and searching for spell scrolls.
In the centre of the hall were 6 white marble columns inlaid with gold, symmetrically arranged in a harmonious circle, and these 6 columns were connected by glass walls in a hexagonal structure, forming a circular room.
On each of the glass walls, restrictive seals were made at the 8th circle level, and due to the dense mana contained in these seals, they emitted a slightly purple-coloured mana around them. The purple mana was a sign that it was dark magic. It was as if the intense purple mana was letting the outside world know how powerful the seals were.
At the corners of this hexagonal room, outside the 4 sides, opposite each glass wall, were 4 rising stands, designed to look into the room. These stands, which resembled a hexagonal amphitheatre from above, were filled with 40 people, mostly elderly, dressed in white robes and carrying white staffs.
In such a large hall and in the midst of such a tense crowd, an unexpected question from one of them suddenly broke the deathly silence that reigned over the entire hall and caused various whispers to fly. For the first time in 200 years, the large ancient hall with its 40 seats was witnessing such a scene. Most of the old wizards in the hall, no matter how old they were, had not even been born the last time the ancient summoning spell had been cast.
200 years was a long time. Even if this spell had been cast centuries ago, the spell itself was much older, going back thousands of years. Not everyone could witness such a spell, so everyone in the hall was excited, from the youngest apprentice to the oldest master wizard.
But when the spell was over, their excitement gave way to fear. The eyes of all the mages, with a mixture of fear and excitement, were fixed on a single person inside the sealed chamber.
Behind the glass walls of the high-level sealed chamber, where the immense pressure of the sealing spell could be felt, was an ancient magic circle on the floor, large enough for about ten people, drawn with pure mana power and filled with mana symbols too detailed and complex for most mages to understand. The circle continued to emanate a mixture of the golden yellow and deep purple mana of great ancient magic cast thousands of years ago, the glowing mana fading erratically as time passed. At the centre of the circle, a blonde boy emitted a golden mana so intense and oppressive that it shook the seal on the glass wall.
The eyes of everyone in the stands were fixed on the boy, who fell to his knees in shock.
Every one of them had mixed emotions.
The excitement of witnessing this magic, the pride, the fear of those who fainted when the spell was over because they had run out of mana, and the fear of feeling the immense pressure emanating from the child.
The complexity of the emotions each of them felt and experienced was overwhelming.
They didn't know what to do, and in the midst of such uncertainty and confusion, they did the only thing they could do, they began to express their thoughts.
Did we... succeed?
He... is... a child, isn't he?
Shouldn't he be a child by now?
"Did the spell fail?
''Since the tower master didn't say anything, I think we succeeded!''
''The mana density is too high, I think something is wrong!''
''Fool, the last time the summoning spell was cast was 200 years ago, no one knows exactly what is right or wrong.''
The wizards expressed their curiosity, but could find no answers to their questions.
The blond boy, too shocked to notice the tension in the air and the whispering people around him, looked around with his eyes wide open, as if he had just lost something in his arms, while he searched his body with his hand. After a while, he began to look at the 2 pairs of wings made of his own blood that were oozing from his other hand, and the brand in the shape of a burning torch in the centre of the wings, to which the wings were attached.
The burning part of the torch in the stamp was really boiling hot, and this caused his hand to burn. However, he didn't feel any pain due to the shock...
''H-How... W-What's happening?
''H-h-hand... it's w-''
He was too shocked to comprehend the situation, but the stinging pain of the burn mark on his hand brought him back to his senses.
Meanwhile, an old man in the front row, wearing a white robe embroidered with gold and blue and decorated with various elemental crystals, stroking his long grey beard, crouched on the ground in the middle of the pillars, watching intently the blond young man who was muttering in shock, unable to understand what was happening. He was in a state of great excitement and confused and worried thoughts.
While the old man was lost in thought, he realised a little too late that his young apprentice had approached and called out to him.
''Master?
''Tower Master?''
The old man, the Tower Master, was able to snap out of his thoughts when he realised that his apprentice was calling him.
''W-what -cough-. Yes, Rona, I'm listening to you?''
Rona, a young apprentice, was relieved that her master, the Tower Master, had finally come to his senses. She was one of the few apprentices who had witnessed the ancient summoning spell. It wasn't everyone's privilege to see such a wonderful spell. It was the first time this spell had been cast in 200 years, so it was unknown if there were any side effects or negative effects other than those mentioned in the scriptures. Therefore, he was worried that his master, the main controller of the spell, might suffer some kind of backlash or side effect.
"M-Master! Are you all right? You seemed to be hypnotised for a moment, you didn't hear me even though I called out to you... I was getting worried. Shall I call the healers?
The tower master put his hand on his apprentice's head with a slight smile and continued to speak.
"Hmm... Thank you for your concern, my little apprentice, but I am fine. Don't worry.''
At that moment, a woman in full body armour and several knights entered the hall, walking hurriedly and looking around. Then the knight in full armour turned his attention to the tower master, who was talking to a young sorceress, and approached her with quick steps. As soon as she was close enough, she joined in the conversation.
"Ogmios, what's going on?
The armoured woman turned her head towards the child inside the sealed room,
''This boy... is he really the summoned hero?''
The Tower Master turned to look at the woman in full armour who had called him. In fact, Tower Master Ogmios had noticed them as soon as they entered the hall, the sound of their armour echoing throughout the hall with every step they took, making them the centre of attention. Looking at the woman in the armour, Ogmios began to study her before answering her question.
Her red braided hair fell to her waist. She looked beautiful in her shiny silver armour with blue stripes and gold embroidery. Her beautiful face, with its shining white skin without a single wrinkle, looked very small in the armour. Despite her small face, she had large blue eyes that shone like diamonds.
This woman had not changed in 30 years. She must be in her late forties now.
She was Morgana le Fay, one of the strongest pillars of the Empire, Captain and First Knight of the Imperial Knights, and her friend and troublemaker of 30 years.
"Oh there you are Ana, how are you, you look beautiful today.
Morgana was disgusted by her old friend's snide compliment and didn't bother to hide it. Ignoring him, she continued.
"Ogmios, I need to know if the boy I saw there is the hero you summoned. Did the spell work? The whole capital saw the light and the tremor coming from the tower! You know we don't have much time, snap out of it. Or else...!''
Without finishing, Morgana made a fist and showed it to the Tower Master, Ogmios. Ogmios stared at the fist, which Morgana had made with an elegant glove of fine armour that fit her small hands perfectly, for a long time, bringing back some unwanted memories.
"Hmph. You won't get out of your virginity with that temperament, my little Ana.
Ogmios moved to the table about ten metres away from him and looked at some ancient inscriptions and records on the table. After a while he cleared his throat and began to speak.
"Hmm, yes. To be clear, based on these records and the living evidence sitting on the circle, it is obvious that the spell was successful. In fact, I would say that it is quite possible that it was even more successful than we expected.''
As Ogmios spoke, he showed Morgana some of the ancient spell records on the table and his own reports.
During the spell, everything went according to the records, but the spell's reactions and mana density were not as recorded, so we reduced the amount of mana transferred to the magic circle to increase the spell's success rate and prevent unwanted effects. However, before the end of the spell, when the summoning took place, the mana density increased by at least 2-3 circles despite the reduced amount of mana transferred to the magic circle. To increase the success rate of the spell, we lowered the mana density to the 5th circle, and if the spell was successful, someone with this mana density would be summoned, so it should be a 5th circle hero. However, for unknown reasons, the mana density increased from the 5th to the 8th circle. Although I do not know what caused this, the summoning was a great success, but the problem we had to deal with later grew with our success.
Morgana listened to Ogmios as she studied the records he showed her.
These ancient records contained a very important summoning spell that the humans had taken from the elves. The purpose of this spell was to summon a being from another dimension that was against the rules of this world.
In fact, the summoning spell was simple. Summoning a being from another dimension was a simple mid-level spell that any master wizard could cast. What was difficult was for these beings to adapt and live in this world. For they came from a dimension that was contrary to the rules and laws of this world, and for this reason the world would immediately assimilate and destroy these beings that did not obey its laws.
But the elves, with the blessing and help of the elven goddess Direa, had created a new magic. This spell was a kind of contract, and the being summoned from another dimension had to obey the rules of the magic circle. As long as it obeyed these rules, it was considered a being subject to the laws of the world.
But this spell took a lot of time and mana. It was too large for a single mage to cast. The spell was cast by repeating a short chant in the ancient Elvish language, with dozens of high-level mages channelling their mana into the magic circle.
The actual summoning was then performed by a wizard of at least circle 8, using the mana accumulated in the magic circle. This process took at least a week, during which time the spell could not be interrupted. Some of the mages who had to transfer mana to the circle during the spell either fainted from excessive mana consumption or died from weakened bodies due to excessive mana loss. In addition to being a risky and lengthy spell, it was not always successful. Most of the time, even if the summoning spell lasted for months, there were records of cases where no being was summoned or the summoned being was summoned lifeless. After a quick glance at the information in the records, Morgana looked at Ogmios in confusion.
"So?" she said. Morgana was a simple thinker, it was enough for her to hear something short and to the point rather than to listen to it at length.
Sighing, lost in Morgana's pensive blue eyes, Ogmios put his hand on Morgana's shoulder and began to explain with a slight smile.
"So, my beautiful little Ana, the summoning spell was successful. However, the summoned heroine, for reasons or factors not recorded in the records, unknown to us and beyond our understanding, exceeded the limits of the summoning spell and was summoned with a much higher mana level than she should have been. I don't think it was an outside intervention, because only the gods or someone of their level could do that. We don't know how powerful the madman is who has single-handedly invaded the Empire, but we are certain that he is not a god or a divine being. It is impossible for the gods to interfere in our affairs. So, those possibilities aside, the fact remains that this is a supernatural case. We expected a summoning of the 5th Circle as a result of the spell we cast, because the mana density transferred to the magic circle was at the level of the 5th Circle. However, due to this unknown supernatural effect, an 8th Circle hero was summoned.
In other words, in a language that a muscle-bound knight like you can understand, this hero is a much more powerful being than we want or can handle.
As soon as Ogmios had finished, he slowly slid his hand from Morgana's shoulder to her waist.
His target was mainly the buttocks, but the last time he had touched Morgana's thigh, his hand had been bandaged for two weeks despite the healing spell. So this time he was determined to take it slowly. Quitting or giving up was not in Ogmios' vocabulary. He was the kind of guy who always got what he wanted.
As Morgana thoughtfully considered what Ogmios had said, she pulled his hand away from her waist and twisted his arm, causing him to fall to his knees in pain...
Morgana was already thinking in her head about what might happen and looking for a solution. She was limited in what she could do, and her time was even more limited than what she could do. She didn't have much time, and even if she did, she wasn't sure what she could do with a Hero with the 8th Circle. Before drowning in negative thoughts, he looked up and saw the blond boy trapped in the mana circle in the centre of the hall.
His eyes were filled with a deep darkness, as if he were looking not at a child but at an uncontrollable monster of the highest order, worried and afraid that his mission might fail.
Yet it was also true that he needed the power of that monster. The weight on his shoulders was too much, and at that moment he felt as if he would be crushed under it. If only he were stronger... But he could not give up, he had to fulfil his responsibility. The fate of the entire realm depended on it.
Morgana shook off the negative thoughts and fixed her gaze firmly and confidently on Ogmios.
I will explain this to the Emperor personally, and you must take care of the hero as soon as possible, explain the situation to him and report back to the Emperor with him... And also, Ogmios... If you ever call me your little Ana again or dare to touch me, you may relive the tragedy that was left unfinished 7 years ago.''
Ogmios swallowed for a moment, remembering that day 7 years ago with Morgana. Then he sighed and looked calmly into the eyes of his childhood sweetheart,
"Very well, my dear Lord Knight. You will remain a virgin until death...''
Morgana turned to leave the hall without waiting for the old man to finish his words, realising that he would ramble on again. Ogmios watched her braided red hair sway behind her as she walked away without waiting for him to finish.
For a moment, his eyes slipped down to rest on Morgana's buttocks. Ogmios gazed at Morgana's buttocks with a gleam in his eye, as if they were a castle he would one day conquer. Ogmios was not really an old pervert, but at that moment he looked like one.
And, forgotten in all the talk and tension, Rona, one of the new genius apprentices of the White Magic Tower, coughed slightly, trying to get the Tower Master's attention.
Ogmios came to himself, realising that his young apprentice was looking at him with a flushed face. He should have reprimanded him for ruining such an important moment, but as a master he had to be forgiving and merciful. Ogmios, acting as if nothing had happened, had asked Rona to summon all the tower elders and all the other wizards to leave the hall.
Rona's high potential had allowed her to enter the Tower, and her talents had attracted the attention of the Tower Master. Thanks to her constant perseverance and talent, she was able to become the Tower Master's apprentice at the age of 20, form her 4th circle and be recognised as a genius throughout the Tower.
Rona, acting on the Tower Master's orders, went first to summon the three elders closest to him. Meanwhile, Ogmios studied the seal of the glass wall. The mana density of the summoned hero was so high that the wall shook and the seal would not last long. Not only was the seal very strong, it was also very old, having been made some 200 years ago, and it was time to renew it.
Ogmios called to his other apprentices and assistants who were standing by the desk with the records, waiting for his orders, and asked them to watch the seal and help Rona.
Ogmios raised his hand, cast a spell, and a white staff of unknown material appeared from nowhere. As soon as he picked it up, he created a door in the glass wall wide enough for him to pass through and removed the seal on the door. When Ogmios saw that a small part of the seal had been lifted and almost broken, he hurried inside and resealed the entrance.
The mana inside the pillars was so dense that for a moment Ogmios, even as a genius mage who had formed his 8th Circle, felt as if he could not breathe because of the dense mana. But within a few seconds, he managed to recover. There were not many places in this world with such a high mana density, so it took him a few seconds to get used to it.
In addition to its high mana capacity, the mana core also had a very large reservoir, so he concentrated for a few seconds and absorbed the uncontrolled mana spreading inside. It took him about 20-30 seconds to absorb the mana, and when he was done, he continued to step towards the boy, shocked and frightened.
Even though he felt the side effects of absorbing too much mana at once, he could not back down now.
The boy was still on the ground, one hand pressed tightly against some kind of brand in the other. His hand didn't hurt, but it itched badly. So much so that if he had the strength to move, he would have cut off his branded hand to save it from the itching. Still, he was so confused, it was a miracle he hadn't lost consciousness in all the confusion.
''Wh-what's going on... My H-Hand...''
"Where am I?" "Dad?... DAD?
The boy remembered his father and began to think about him, for a moment he forgot all about the shock and pain. He didn't know what had happened or where he was, the last thing he remembered was his father in his arms. But now he was gone, where had he gone? It was incomprehensible...
The sudden disappearance of his father's body and the sudden flash of lightning made him feel as if he was falling into some kind of well of water he couldn't understand, glowing with blue, purple and black colours. As he fell into this well, his body was in pain, as if his body was being torn apart, as if his veins were bursting and new organs were forming. It was as if his muscles were torn, he couldn't move. He closed his eyes because of the pain, but when he opened them a moment later, it was all over.
All his pain was gone and he was no longer falling from the colourful fountain...
By reflex he looked around, but he couldn't understand where he was, all he could see were high, purple glowing glass walls and vague silhouettes on the other side of the glass. The thing that caught his eye most was a strange circle of shapes on the floor, with symbols he had never seen before and shapes written in a language he did not understand.
There was some kind of golden and purple vapour coming out of these strange shapes, but he was sure it was not vapour. It was a strange situation he had never seen before. But before he could realise what was going on, he suddenly had a severe pain in his head, he remembered the incident that had ruined his whole life before he came here...
Ch. 1 - End
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