The situation progressed smoothly as Dezium was impressed by me.
It was to be expected.
He is among the elite responsible for the future of Babel.
Even if he were to leave Babel and enter any other kingdom, he could still receive the position of a viscount.
It means he is a talent who has achieved a lot socially.
In other words, he is useful in many ways.
"My lord, oh, my lord!"
The only drawback is that he seems to have become fanatic of me since showing him magic…
"It's okay. It's within the range of prediction."
It feels strange to receive such looks from him, but what can I do?
After all, magicians are those kinds of people.
Dezium bowed his head and shouted, "My lord, please give guidance to this scum when the time comes!"
"…scum?"
"It's a relative term. The difference in understanding of magic between you and me is so great that if I'm not a scum, what am I!"
"…."
Anyway, magicians.
Even though our family is on that side, I'm not familiar with their blind thirst for knowledge.
"Stop self-deprecating and let's clarify the contract terms first."
"Oh, yes, that's right."
He seemed to not think much about it, and Dezium nodded his head.
"What should I do? Should I just leave the tower when I'm done?"
"No, no. Don't do that."
He's so impatient.
It's better for Dezium to keep his position as the head of the tower's academy for me.
The fact that the head of the magic tower's academy is my person will give strength to the family.
"Let's keep the position of the head of the magic tower's academy but have it in the form of a dispatch to our family."
"If it's in the form of a dispatch… what exactly would be the position?"
"Consultant for the Magic Corps."
That should be enough, right?
"As you know, our family currently lacks talents to form a Magic Corps."
"That certainly seems to be the case."
Suddenly, Dezium 's expression slightly twisted.
"That… I heard Alonso is the commander of the Magic Corps."
"That's right. So, although you will raise many points for the newly established Magic Corps, your potential is certain."
Along with those words, I handed Dezium the magic sword made by Alonso.
He accepted it with a puzzled expression, looked around, and…
"Um…?"
He looked quite confused.
"My lord, this sword…"
"Yes, it absorbs mana better than expected, right? I was a bit picky, but I thought you would appreciate its value."
"Of course, it seems to lack versatility, but… certainly… who made this?"
"Alonso."
"Did that guy make it?"
Again, Dezium 's expression twisted and then relaxed.
"That, device, well… well, I see. That guy… made this…"
"Alonso may be eccentric, but his ability is reliable."
"I have no choice but to admit it… yes."
Reluctantly, Dezium nodded his head with a sour expression.
"But, my lord… although there may be magicians who use a 'sword' even a hundred times, it is not right to overly emphasize the knight's way."
"I understand that."
With Alonso around, I could definitely use the sword to stab Jormungand, but it wouldn't be good to be too extreme.
So, a minimum of 'restraint' is necessary, and it's not good for me to do it directly.
"That's why I need you."
"…Ah."
As if realizing that, Dezium nodded his head.
"I understand. It seems that someone is needed to suppress the direction of the Magic Corps to some extent."
"That's right."
It's good that he understands quickly.
He's truly an elite magician of the 7th rank.
"As a bonus, those newbies who came with us. It would be nice if they could help too."
"Oh, that's fine, but…"
Dezium said to me with a subtle expression.
"Unlike me, who has relatively freedom of action, those kids are not easy to get out of the tower. So…"
"It's okay."
"…Yes?"
Of course, Dezium 's concern is valid. The tower would never allow all the sprouts of the tower to leave.
They are talents that they have raised with money and time.
But did I say such an obvious thing without knowing it?
"Show this and they will understand and send them back themselves."
I said that and handed him a sealed letter.
"This is…"
"Show it to the sage of the tower. He'll take care of it."
Dezium 's expression became even more strange at my words.
"Do you mean the sage? Of course, I have the ability to deliver a letter to the sage, but…"
Would it work with just this much?
That's the expression.
"Once it's delivered, he'll understand. I'm sure he'll respond right away."
"Yes, I'll do as you command."
Soon, Dezium set out for magic tower, holding the note in his arms.
"There's no need to wait long."
Once it's delivered, a response will come quickly.
It's because the contents are worth it.
And the next day.
"My lord… how on earth…?"
Dezium returned from the tower with an expression of disbelief.
"The sage has accepted your proposal immediately after reading the note. He also asked me to give you what you want as much as possible."
"That's what I expected."
It was a message worth delivering.
Dezium didn't ask about the contents of the note.
He must have instinctively felt that it was something he didn't need to know.
"Since the sage has given permission, there should be no problem with the children I brought joining the Magic Corps. However, I'm not sure about their intentions…"
"Oh, that's fine too."
"…Really?"
"When they went to the tower, I asked them all. They all said it was okay."
From the perspective of the young magicians in the tower, there is no reason to refuse. They're still at an age where the world and society are good. They're just stuck in the tower because they owe a lot to the tower.
If they stay like that, they'll eventually become magicians who are crazy about magic, and… well, you know.
Anyway, while Dezium was briefly away at the tower, he got all the agreements.
"But, isn't the direction of the Magic Corps different from that of ordinary magicians? Will those kids be able to follow that direction?"
"Oh, that's fine too."
"Is that really okay…?"
"Half of it has been confirmed by aptitude, and the other half is a bit regrettable…"
Although he had plenty of potential as a wizard, he only had about half of the aptitude to follow Alonso's ways.
"Of course, even that is quite a lot."
Anyway, the remaining half of the aptitude is regrettable.
So, what about this half?
"If you let me help, I can make it work somehow."
"Huh…"
Dezium looked at me with a troubled expression at the clear answer.
But soon nodded.
"Well, if you say so, it must be true."
He quickly became a believer in me, and Dezium quickly understood my words.
The appearance of the magical brigade itself has been somewhat adjusted.
It's just the beginning, but we should continue to watch over it in the future…
Of course, just matching the appearance is a remarkable achievement.
It usually takes a few years to match the appearance of a nobleman's magical brigade.
It's almost miraculous to solve it in just a week.
Of course, if you want to proceed steadily, you can take more time and do it slowly…
"But there's no time for that."
This is just the beginning.
A situation where a monster that devours 72 worlds is waiting to be resurrected in the future.
Whatever it is, it had to be done quickly.
Quickly and decisively.
At this point, the best option is to cut off those who serve as the hands and feet of Jormungandr as much as possible.
For example.
"…The Cult of Chaos."
Yes, them.
At this moment, the followers of Chaos are likely continuing to increase.
Whether by their own will or by the coercion of other believers.
Some lunatic might worship Jormungandr voluntarily, or someone else might have been forced to sacrifice themselves to overcome the threats of other believers.
Or perhaps…
"The bait prepared by the believers."
Cyril belongs to that category.
They offer strength or promise immense wealth.
In this way, the followers of Jormungandr spread rapidly like a virus, invading all corners of the world.
The difference between them and other cults is that they truly had the ability to realize all of that.
"…Of course, I know how they will come out, so the response itself won't be difficult."
Therefore, the conclusion is that I need to improve my own abilities for that response.
Although I easily eliminated Cyril because he knew his weaknesses and I was in a superior position, it's not the same for others.
However, that doesn't mean I need to unconditionally raise my rank quickly.
I decided to grow in a slightly different way than before the regression.
To put it bluntly.
"My current level is much higher than a normal identical rank."
That's the power of <
Although the growth rate may be slower, my rank has a higher efficiency and potential than a normal rank.
Of course, it's still necessary to increase mana through potions and various blessings.
"…Wait, mana?"
At that moment, I remembered the fragment of Andrea's cross that I received some time ago.
Come to think of it, there was an option to directly dedicate relics to Denver.
Since I know the ancient ritual that directly dedicates relics to Denver, there should be no problem.
"Although it's just a fragment, it's still a relic, right? Of course, it's meaningless in itself."
If I directly dedicate this relic to Denver, it changes things.
I don't just have Andrea's cross fragment.
"Well, there's also the soul stone."
The essence of the Chaos Cult, which is the problem Denver is struggling with.
This is clearly a great offering.
Denver, who accepts the offering, will gain power and will surely give me a suitable reward.
Because Denver is such a god.
The deliberation was short.
"Shall we start right away?"
Originally, things like this should be done immediately when they come to mind.
"What was the ancient ritual for drawing Denver's symbol again?"
I slowly recalled the ancient ritual that directly connects to Denver.
It's an ancient ritual that has been in practice for a long time. Apart from me, it's safe to say that no one knows about it, except perhaps for relics from ancient times.
Even the glory of the holy Church doesn't know about it.
"…I found it quite accidentally."
I groped through my memory and carved the ink into the ground.
Hmm.
Having carved it, I placed the relic at the center.
"I've never used this myself, but…"
I wondered if it would work somehow.
Honestly, I'm curious about how Denver, who didn't move at all until the world was smashed before the regression, would react.
Thinking so, I slowly poured mana into the relic.
It's not divine power, but since the purpose is to activate the relic, it should be fine.
"Although it may not work properly, it's as true as it is full of strong divine power."
Surely it will be helpful.
And I waited a little.
Hmm.
Light began to enter the ink carved into the ground, and the surroundings began to brighten.
It's not just light. It's a smooth color combining white and golden light.
holy God, Denver's symbol.
When light entered the scale carved into the ink, it began to move vigorously from side to side.
Thud.
It quickly balanced out.
And then, with a bang, the light exploded and shot up like a pillar through the ceiling.
"It's louder than I thought…"
It'll be noisy around here later.
Thinking so, while the light column gradually dimmed, a figure in a robe descended.
"It's been a thousand years since my voice reached a child, and now I've come down."
"…"
I glared at the descending figure with a frown.
There's nothing I can do.
As long as I have memories from before the regression, I naturally felt a sense of hostility.
"Ho."
The figure smiled at my hostile gaze.
"You seem worthy of being impolite."
Seems very interesting.