Great Wizard Transcending with Mythology

Episode 32

I stared at the gloves on the table with an indescribable expression.

Just gloves, literally.

They were thin yet covered my entire hand, with magic formulas inscribed all over.

“I’ve never seen this form before…”

“It’s not from this world.”

Abel, who had been watching me closely, cautiously spoke up.

“It’s a combination of Denver’s sacred magic and my skills.”

“Hmm.”

“I won’t regret using it. But… it’s undeniable that the form has changed somewhat.”

“…”

While I thought that might be the most important thing, I didn’t voice it.

Instead, I tried on the gloves.

Originally, I felt sad that there was no trace of the Abyss Slayer, but Abel wouldn’t have made it like this for no reason.

“Light. It feels like I’m not wearing gloves at all.”

It was as if I was just using my hands. I didn’t feel like I had something on them at all.

Additionally, just as an experiment, I raised mana and cast a spell.

Hmm.

The gloves reacted to the magic.

Magical runes appeared naturally on the sides of the gloves and soon began to glow.

But that wasn’t all.

The stigma on the back of my hand also reacted to the gloves and began to harmonize with mana.

“Oh.”

There was an immediate response.

The burden was greatly reduced.

“Interesting.”

Should I try using some strength? With that thought, I clenched my fist and pulled my right arm with all my strength.

At that moment, four transparent sword forms appeared and rotated around my fist.

They resembled the previous Abyss Slayer greatly.

Magic sword.

“No way.”

I extended my right arm, which I had pulled back.

Then, I heard a rotating sound from the four swords.

Swoosh!

In an instant, they didn’t fly towards the wall.

Despite the wall being reinforced against impacts, it crumbled easily.

Crash!

“Wait, what the hell?”

I looked at the collapsed wall, surrounded by thick dust.

“What kind of power is this?”

While quite a bit of mana was consumed, considering the power, it was an incredibly small amount.

That’s because what had just left there was the Magic Sword.

To be precise, it would be more accurate to say it was a replica of the Magic Sword.

Anyway, the important thing is…

“It completely embodies the characteristics of the Abyss Slayer.”

Not only the power opposite to Jormungand but also the destructive power has been improved.

“What do you think?”

Abel, who was watching it, said.

“I told you that the functions have been improved, right?”

“No, what came out of the gloves just now wasn’t the issue. What is this? It’s fundamentally different from normal magic.”

“Of course.”

Abel shrugged again, regaining her composure.

“I interpreted the nature of your ‘Abyss Slayer’ and put it into those gloves.”

“Huh.”

“It’s to deal fatal damage to anything related to Jormungand, right? That’s why I put it in.”

She didn’t leave out anything essential.

She said that and added.

“So, wouldn’t it be better to test it right away rather than explaining?”

“Hmm…”

I sighed softly and scratched my head.

It’s all good. It’s all fine, but…

I looked at the broken wall and said to Abel.

“Can this be restored?”

“Ah, it’s impossible.”

Abel immediately waved her hand at my words.

When I stared at her in disbelief, she confidently replied.

“If you use Denver’s power too much, it’s not good, Kyle.”

“No, this happened because of you. Clean up the mess and go.”

“I didn’t know you were going to swing your fist right there without any precautions. I didn’t expect that.”

“…”

After saying that, Abel avoided my gaze while sweating nervously.

“Well, I didn’t tell you on purpose, did I? Because I wanted to see the power.”

“…”

Abel avoided my gaze even more after I said that.

That’s right.

It’s obvious that she intentionally didn’t explain the power of the item she made.

A moment later, after glancing at me, Abel spoke up.

“I mentioned that the functionality has been improved, didn’t I?”

“No, what came out of the gloves just now wasn’t the issue. What is this? It’s fundamentally different from normal magic.”

“Of course.”

Abel shrugged again, regaining her composure.

“I interpreted the nature of your ‘Abyss Slayer’ and put it into those gloves.”

“Huh.”

“It’s to deal fatal damage to anything related to Jormungand, right? That’s why I put it in.”

She didn’t leave out anything essential.

She said that and added.

“So, wouldn’t it be better to test it right away rather than explaining?”

“Hmm…”

I sighed softly and scratched my head.

It’s all good. It’s all fine, but…

I looked at the broken wall and said to Abel.

“Can this be restored?”

“Ah, it’s impossible.”

Abel immediately waved her hand at my words.

When I stared at her in disbelief, she confidently replied.

“If you use Denver’s power too much, it’s not good, Kyle.”

“No, this happened because of you. Clean up the mess and go.”

“I didn’t know you were going to swing your fist right there without any precautions. I didn’t expect that.”

“…”

After saying that, Abel avoided my gaze while sweating nervously.

“Well, I didn’t tell you on purpose, did I? Because I wanted to see the power.”

“…”

Abel avoided my gaze even more after I said that.

That’s right.

It’s obvious that she intentionally didn’t explain the power of the item she made.

A moment later, after glancing at me, Abel spoke up.

“I mentioned that the functionality has been improved, didn’t I?”

“No, what came out of the gloves just now wasn’t the issue. What is this? It’s fundamentally different from normal magic.”

“Of course.”

Abel shrugged again, regaining her composure.

“I interpreted the nature of your ‘Abyss Slayer’ and put it into those gloves.”

“Huh.”

“It’s to deal fatal damage to anything related to Jormungand, right? That’s why I put it in.”

She didn’t leave out anything essential.

She said that and added.

“So, wouldn’t it be better to test it right away rather than explaining?”

“Hmm…”

I sighed softly and scratched my head.

It’s all good. It’s all fine, but…

I looked at the broken wall and said to Abel.

“Can this be restored?”

“Ah, it’s impossible.”

Abel immediately waved her hand at my words.

When I stared at her in disbelief, she confidently replied.

“If you use Denver’s power too much, it’s not good, Kyle.”

“No, this happened because of you. Clean up the mess and go.”

“I didn’t know you were going to swing your fist right there without any precautions. I didn’t expect that.”

“…”

After saying that, Abel avoided my gaze while sweating nervously.

“Well, I didn’t tell you on purpose, did I? Because I wanted to see the power.”

“…”

Abel avoided my gaze even more after I said that.

That’s right.

It’s obvious that she intentionally didn’t explain the power of the item she made.
I took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling, which had a hole in it.

“Oh, right. Since I’m already here, I might as well patch up this hole in the ceiling and also fix the wall here,” I said.

Theta gave me a subtle look and then came over, starting to clear away the debris.

But that wasn’t the end of it.

Bang!

“Your Highness, what in the world…!”

Lepentier rushed in behind.

Seeing him, I spoke as if I had been waiting, “Oh, right. You’re here. Help Theta here patch up the hole.”

“Uh, yes?”

Ignoring Lepentier’s puzzled expression, I turned my gaze towards the ‘Abyss Slayer’ I was wearing.

Its form had changed, but there was no doubt that its essence was still that of an Abyss Slayer.

“Perhaps it’s because it’s a material after all, but I’ll have plenty of use for it in the future.”

It was certainly more practical than a sword or a staff in this form.

The reason I hadn’t used something like this before was because I didn’t have the skill to force a complex spell into such a thin layer.

Thinking that way, this could be seen as a chance to get a tremendous weapon.

Well, it’s a good thing, but…

“Why does it feel so disgusting?”

It was definitely a gain, but strangely, it felt a bit disgusting.

A few days later, I scratched my head as I listened to Celestia’s report through the crystal ball.

After receiving the herb from me, she immediately returned to the Holy Kingdom to continue her role as a nun.

Of course, she didn’t even mention the addiction, let alone the fact that she could suppress it.

She simply said that the reason she had come to my territory was to investigate and rectify the corruption within the Graves Church.

“The elders within the church still seem suspicious. Well, it’s not like there hasn’t been any suspicion before.”

“If it’s suspicious?”

“Small-scale corruption at best. On a larger scale…”

Celestia frowned.

“There’s no evidence, but it could be related to heresy or something.”

“…”

“Of course, at this stage of suspicion, we can’t pressure those elders. It would be difficult unless evidence is found.”

“It’s not easy right now.”

Of course not.

Celestia, before her regression, wasn’t a fool or too naive to prevent the corruption of the Holy Kingdom.

It was already far too late for her efforts alone to be enough.

Now, we need to use more radical and proactive methods, even if it means being aggressive.

“Is there anyone among those ‘elders’ that you’re particularly concerned about?”

“Archbishop Conwell.”

“Praise Conwell.”

The nickname of the Archbishop, given to the prominent believers within the Holy Kingdom.

Each Archbishop is given a nickname that symbolizes themselves.

In Conwell’s case, it’s ‘Praise.’

It could truly be said to be a nickname befitting a believer.

But is this Conwell truly a believer worthy of the nickname ‘Praise’?

“I doubt it.”

If he had been a believer worthy of such a name, the disaster wouldn’t have happened before the regression.

“Conwell, Conwell… Ah.”

“Do you know that ‘elder’?”

“Of course I’ve heard of him. He’s the Archbishop of the Holy Kingdom, after all.”

I spoke of the Archbishop Conwell that I knew.

“The one who receives the grace of Denver and maintains the appearance of a beautiful boy?”

“That’s right. Although he’s an old man twisted in many ways, there’s no one as innocent as he looks. But…”

Celestia glanced at me cautiously and said, “Are you okay? Your expression just now… It was really stigmay.”

“It’s nothing.”

I decided to end the conversation at this point.

It would be too burdensome for her to talk for too long.

“Then, I’ll leave the rest to you in the future.”
I’m Tuk-Tuk,” he said, tapping his finger against the armrest.

“I’ve had suspicions about the inner workings of the church for a long time. From my perspective, you’re the only reliable source I have.”

“Got it.”

Celestia replied cautiously.

“But why are you so interested in the affairs of the church when you’re an imperial duke? You don’t seem like a devout believer.”

“It’s personal. I’ve been asked to do so.”

Before my return, it was a request from many colleagues.

“Hmm…”

“Well, I’ll continue to rely on you in the future. Don’t worry about the potion side; the situation is smooth.”

“I’ll trust you with that.”

With that, Celestia spoke with a hint of unease.

“…I, too, have no one to trust except you.”

“Okay.”

Even if I didn’t ask her to, I would find a way to deal with her.

After all, that’s why I sent her that message in the first place.

“Don’t worry.”

I assured her.

“I keep my promises.”

Yes, no matter what happens.

After the conversation with Celestia, I thought about what to do next.

Jormungand is still clearly moving his forces, about to cause chaos in the world.

I had already contacted Celestia in advance, and I had also quickly cut off any potential problems within my territory.

But is that enough?

“No way.”

I still have a long way to go.

The key to minimizing Jormungand’s options is to reduce them as much as possible, regardless of the time or place.

Then, Jormungand’s next move.

“It’s time to start baiting and reeling…”

Muttering those words, I slowly got up.

Of course, I don’t need to contact them. It’s their job to be suspicious.

While thinking that way.

Thump.

For a moment, an unfamiliar sensation enveloped my whole body. Whether it should be familiar or unfamiliar.

“Hmm.”

I slowly turned my body and looked at the source of the sensation I had just felt.

There was a boy of small stature sitting there with a casual expression.

Silver hair and silver eyes.

But there was something a little unusual.

The boy had a complex pattern attached to his forehead.

Maybe in ordinary circumstances, I would have been surprised by that sight.

But I wasn’t.

“Oh, have you come?”

I greeted the boy casually.

“I sent a message and was wondering if you were pondering over it, but it seems that wasn’t the case. Am I right?”

I said, keeping the boy’s identity to myself.

“Owner of Babel magic tower Tower.”

The only one holding the leash of the madmen in the tower, the Sage.

That was the true identity of the boy who had just appeared before me.