Fled Without Realizing I Had Prevented the Apocalypse

Guooooo.
A strange sound emanates from the pure white disc floating in the air and the black hole in its center that sucks in everything.
The circular hole, as if punched in the sky, is so bizarre that it’s hard to believe it’s happening in reality.
However, what surprised Beatrice wasn’t simply the influence of the sphere Kyle had created.
Rather, in terms of influence, her manipulation techniques spread through magic threads could have more impact.
Although Kyle’s technique could suck in everything, it didn’t move at all and was very small in size.
Therefore, what Beatrice focused on was the process of unfolding the technique itself.
Magic threads that scatter while consuming immeasurable magic power overlap and intertwine, manipulating space.

Creating a kind of trash can that can suck in everything by manipulating space among the laws of the world that are in place everywhere.
The ultimate form of manipulation technique that forms a distortion point by twisting the form of non-material rather than material by utilizing magic threads emitted from the hand to the extreme.
Seeing that distortion point created by Kyle’s hand, which was hard to believe even after seeing it with her own eyes, Beatrice swallowed.
“Such a thing, is possible…”
Being able to manipulate and distort non-material, especially space, is a bigger issue than one might think.

If one’s technique could reach something that was utterly unreachable before, it meant the next thing could be reached too.
Beyond simply manipulating space, one could reach the level of completely transforming it.
In other words, it meant that one could rewrite the laws of the world.
“That’s not allowed.”
As if knowing what kind of fantasy Beatrice was having, Kyle dispersed the technique he had just created and said.
“…How do you know what I was thinking?”
“It’s obvious you were thinking about transforming the laws themselves with manipulation techniques.”
“……”
“Transforming laws means reconstructing the world itself. And that’s something even constellations or gods drifting in the outer sea can’t do.”
Transforming and reconstructing the laws of the world.
That might not be much different from recreating the world again.
When even the constellations fixed in those constellations and the outer gods swimming beyond them can’t completely escape the laws of the world, there’s no way someone who can do such a thing could exist.
If such a being existed, it would be at a level that could no longer be called a being.
Beatrice, realizing that her thoughts were at an unreasonable level, nodded as if she understood, and Kyle continued.
“What I can do is manipulate some of the laws, especially those that have been subdivided and almost forgotten. If I go beyond this, I’d have to confront the laws head-on, so the cost doesn’t match up.”
As if to prove Kyle’s explanation correct, his hand trembles faintly.
The fact that he’s showing such a state when not even 10 seconds have passed since maintaining that hole means that the very act of touching the laws already demands tremendous strain.
If the visible recoil was already like this, Beatrice couldn’t even imagine what state the internal magic circuit that actually touched the laws would be in.
However, at the same time, Beatrice understood what Kyle was trying to teach her now.
“Beyond simply manipulating human bodies or substances… Control magic techniques or sword strikes spread by magicians with magic threads. Is that it?”
“You understood right away.”
“There’s no way such a thing is possible…”
Beatrice, who was about to cry out impossibility, soon closed her mouth.
After all, she had already seen a manipulation technique superior to that once before.

If she had just heard the theory without seeing anything, it might be different, but having seen a higher-level concept than the given theory, it’s impossible to cry out impossibility.

If she said it was impossible, it would be admitting her own lack of capability.
“…I have no choice but to do it.”

And for Beatrice, there’s no greater humiliation than admitting her own lack of capability.
If she hadn’t started at all, it might be different, but Beatrice herself couldn’t accept crying out that her talent was insufficient to follow such teachings in the tutoring she had initiated herself.
Moreover, if she achieved the theory Kyle mentioned, it would be a good weapon to prepare for assassinations, which was the original purpose of the tutoring.
Of course, it would be good if rank advancement was achieved as well, but aiming for rank advancement through tutoring is unconscionable even for Beatrice.
“Let’s try it.”
Therefore, she clenched her fist in front of Kyle.
One month of tutoring.
It was the moment its purpose was determined.
“By the way, you were complaining a lot, but you knew how to do this too.”
“Once I’ve started tutoring, I’ve received enough money, so I should teach properly.”
“Ooh.”
“Fortunately, I have experience seeing a manipulation magician up close.”
Experience seeing a manipulation magician up close?
At Kyle’s words, Beatrice’s hand movement, which was brushing off the dust on her body, pauses.
There are many types of magic systems, but among them, the manipulation system is particularly rare.
The concept of manipulating something is not as clear as elemental magic, and even if utilized, high-ranking magicians are significantly fewer compared to other magics, so the system is not passed down.
Instead, when a manipulation magician rises to the position of a superhuman, their name inevitably becomes known.
Beatrice’s name had also been widely known as a manipulation superhuman for a long time.
So if Kyle had met a manipulation magician before, she should also know that person, but she hadn’t heard of anyone who had risen to the position of a superhuman as a manipulation magician in the recent few decades.
“What kind of person was that manipulation magician?”
Beatrice, unable to contain her curiosity, threw a question at Kyle, but.
“The second craziest person I’ve seen.”
That was the only answer she got.

Clatter clatter.
A carriage with luxurious golden decorations runs on the paved road.
Arlea de Raziel looked out the window with sparkling eyes at the scenery outside.
The well-paved road allowing the carriage to run smoothly and the large trees grown in rows beside it as if standing guard.
The occasional guards seen and landscapers spraying water to maintain the beautiful natural scenery, along with antique yet splendid buildings that blend well with such natural scenery.
It was the scenery of the Imperial Palace, located at the very center of the Empire’s capital.
Although it puzzled Arlea that they had to use a carriage to move between buildings inside the Imperial Palace, not even in the city, that was nothing compared to what Lieutenant Colonel Karla told her next.
“His Majesty the Emperor has granted an immediate audience.”
“Imme… diate? Right now?”
“Yes, you and I, Princess, must move to the audience room immediately. Let’s get on quickly.”
After boarding the carriage like that, Arlea cursed her master who had put her in this Imperial Palace several times.
She had heard that normally it takes at least a week, at most months to years to enter the Imperial Palace and meet the Emperor, but having to have an immediate audience with the Empire’s Emperor as soon as they arrived in the capital.
It was such an urgent situation that even a superhuman’s head would spin.
To the extent that she felt it was better when she was shooting arrows in battle.
“We’ve arrived.”
Just as she was trying to straighten out her complicated thoughts and had cursed Kyle countless times, the coachman stopped the carriage.
Arlea got off the carriage and followed the guidance of Karla and the head chamberlain who oversees the entire Imperial Household to move to the audience room where the Emperor was waiting.
Unlike the glittering patterns seen from the outside, the audience room where the Emperor mainly stays, although spacious, wasn’t very luxurious, probably because it was mostly made of wood.

The faint flower fragrance that comes along with the light scent of wood gently relaxes Arlea’s mind.
What tightened Arlea’s mind again was Karla’s advice.
“I recommend not mentioning Kyle when you go in. Even if you do mention him, keep it as brief as possible.”
Arlea nodded at Karla’s advice.
The first information she confirmed after falling in the southern Empire was Kyle Amillan’s wanted order.
He must have committed such a tremendous crime to put up such a large amount of money as a bounty, so the Emperor himself probably doesn’t have any good feelings towards Kyle Amillan.
Therefore, she had to be extremely careful with her conduct.
“Then, I’m opening it.”
Karla, who had placed her hand on the wooden door, slowly pulled it open.
Then, with a bright light, a woman sitting on the throne comes into view.
A woman looking down on everyone with her chin resting on one arm, sitting in a chair made with bright red cushions and backrest.
With long jet-black hair flowing down and scarlet eyes watching those who have entered her domain, her appearance seems to overlook the world while feigning boredom.
However, what Arlea felt was not such a simple impression.
‘Insane…’
She was overwhelmed.
The moment she saw her existence with her naked eyes, Arlea thought her brain would burn up.
Beyond simply the outward appearance seen from the outside, the moment she faced the amount of information existing within, her brain instinctively refused to absorb it.
A massive impact as if her head was being struck hard.
At the same time as recognizing the Emperor’s existence, the powerful magic power emanating from her body fills the entire audience room and begins to reach Arlea.
The mana sensitivity and eyes that allowed her to reach the position of a superhuman became a poison instead.
Moreover, for just a moment, as the Emperor’s gaze met hers, Arlea felt her body being captured by something.
As if being ‘manipulated’.
However, the Emperor, as if not caring about such an Arlea, slowly opened her mouth.
[I sense the manifestation of a technique.]
“…?”
[Were you there. My First Star.]