Drug-Eating Genius Mage

Society (2)

“Ugh uhhhhhhhhh…”

Lennok, who was looking down at the fainting Archwood with tears streaming down his face, stood up.

Although the flow became a mess, the magic power remaining in Archwood’s body did not disappear.

Instead, the movement of that magical power was reduced by half.

Although the words were spoken sadly, Lennok was still an ordinary researcher here.

Apart from experimenting with the area, it was necessary to pay a little attention to the aftercare.

‘Even if I really get rid of all of this guy’s mana, it’ll be a problem.’

If he has enough personal connections to attend such conferences, losing his magical powers becomes difficult.

If Archwood had thought a little deeper, he would have known that Lennok’s assertion was not very realistic… but it

would be difficult for anyone to think deeply if they were in fear of losing their magic.

At the same time as reaping the territory, he shook Archwood, who had fainted, and woke him up.

No matter how much you suppress it with fear, you have to be sure to keep your mouth shut.

What should I do… Lennok thought for a while, then came up with a good idea and grinned.

“Archwood.”

“… Magical magic…”

He tapped him on the shoulder, still not realizing the reality that had come upon him.

“I left about half of my mana. Do you know what this means?”

“……..what?”

“It’s something you don’t know. If you watch your mouth, the remaining half of your lost magic might one day return to your body.”

“……”

No matter how crazy he is, he won’t be able to understand this.

Of course, Lennok didn’t know how to restore his twisted mana, but if he could keep his mouth shut forever with a single lie, wouldn’t it be a surplus business?

I left Archwood, who had fallen down with a miserable expression, and left the dead forest without any regrets.

Lennok decided to settle for the satisfaction of clearing away one annoying distraction from college life.

Rather than that, it was more important to organize the facts that I found out by activating the area now in my head.

‘The magic required to use the magnetic domain is considerable.’

Even though there was a significant increase in horsepower due to this operation, the consumption of horsepower was not small.

Apart from the effectiveness of the area, it is burdensome to use in direct combat.

It’s a burdensome ability to bring out from the beginning, unless it’s a dramatic situation where a decision is made with a single spell, like the battle with Craig.

I think I need to talk to a skilled wizard like Aris about this, but how can I bring it up so the conversation can flow naturally?

Thinking of some plausible excuse, I was walking towards the tent when Darby suddenly opened his mouth in my arms.

[Master.]

“Hmm?”

[Someone is approaching.]

“Someone…?”

What does it mean that Darby, who has never responded in this way to someone else’s approach, suddenly speaks up?

Someone approaching Lennok now has something special.

Or that ‘someone’ is likely to be something similar to Darby.

The answer was the latter.

Whoo!

A soft breeze blows.

I was mistaken that it was Archwood’s magic, and for a moment, the wind that embracing the warm energy of green began to take on a specific shape.

The shape of a sharp hawk.

The spirit, whose eyes were wide open, slowly looked around, fixed his gaze on Lennok, and opened his mouth.

[It’s fortunate that I can tell the story in this way.]

A woman’s dry voice, devoid of any emotion.

Intuitively, Lennok knew that these words were not Mae’s own, but someone else’s voice.

“…..Do I have something to see?”

[A researcher at a seemingly ordinary university. But that phenomenal talent is not entirely hidden. Thanks to you, I was able to identify you.]

“Specific?”

Lennok asked, quietly crossing his arms.

He has a knack for talking vaguely.

I succeeded in eliciting a reaction from Lennok without saying the most important part, whether he knew or not that Lennok was doing freelance work as a class member.

There is no reason to agree right away.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m just a researcher who followed the professor to the conference. Talent is too far away from me.”

It is right to take off the pretension in moderation and observe the reaction of the other person one more time.

In the worst case, you may have to catch the spirit in front of you and trace back its location.

While Lennok was thinking about countermeasures with his cold sanity, the hawk shook his head lightly shaking his beak.

What came out of his mouth was completely different from Lennok’s expectations.

[no. it has to be you Because you are the only one who heard Madrea Falseer’s last will.]

“………”

At that moment, Lennok’s eyes sank into the coldest eyes.