Great Wizard Transcending with Mythology

Episode 44

– Ah, um, ah…

A girl was sobbing sorrowfully, wandering around.

– Where are you, Pramel… Where on earth are you…

A girl sobbing sorrowfully, wandering around looking for Pramel.

Just watching her made one feel pity, a pitiful sight.

But no one who saw that sight felt sorry for the girl.

And for good reason.

“Sa… Save me… Save me…”

“Ah, um, ah…”

That ‘pitiful girl’ was none other than the criminal who devastated the northeast of the empire.

And before the return, I was standing in that desolate scene.

“Damn it.”

Pramel was a legendary alchemist.

Known as a superhuman who saved many people and imparted valuable knowledge to many scholars.

However, despite such stories, at this moment, there was nothing but resentment towards Pramel.

For good reason…

“What have you created?”

After thousands of years, the ‘greatest creation’ Pramel made had returned as a disaster.

And shortly after, the ‘pitiful girl’ who cried out for Pramel was eliminated by the hands of the rapidly declining masters of the empire.

…Calling out Pramel’s name until the end.

—

The brilliant alchemist, Pramel.

His stories are legendary, and debates still rage among scholars about his existence.

According to records, he appeared godlike using alchemy, and everything he created was considered a ‘miracle.’

“…So, I’m thinking of going to the workshop here and there to bring back some things.”

“And you’re saying that the workshop is nearby.”

Lepentier stared blankly ahead with a distracted expression.

We had arrived at a city.

One of the cities belonging to Count Pileon, who wields considerable power in the northeast of the empire.

“Regreem…”

Lepentier looked around the city and said.

“It’s not a well-known city. It’s not even a representative city of the Pileon county.”

“I know that too.”

Rachel nodded in agreement with Lepentier ‘s words.

“I’ve met Count Pileon before. We talked about the county at that time, but I didn’t hear about Regreem.”

“What’s important is this.”

Before finding Pramel’s workshop, something that might be more important.

“Don’t let Count Pileon know that Pramel’s workshop is here.”

“…Ah.”

“If a legendary workshop is in his territory, would any noble let it be accessible to anyone?”

Pramel’s workshop is of immense value itself.

Not only historically, but also practically.

The workshop contains all sorts of research materials Pramel studied. There might even be potions he made himself.

For example, an elixir.

It’s a priceless treasure.

Naturally, if it is known that such a thing is buried in his land, Count Pileon will not sit idly by.

“Quietly, just take what we need and leave.”

“Well, we can’t do anything about the workshop, but the most important thing is… probably the potion recipe that will be in the workshop. I understand.”

“…Hmm?”

What is am i saying is?

“Just take what we need? Of course, that would include the potion recipe.”

“No.”

It seems Lepentier didn’t quite understand. What I meant by ‘take what we need’ here is…

“The entire workshop.”

“….”

“It’s a shame. Leaving a perfectly good workshop in a place like this fiefdom. They wouldn’t find it in the future anyway.”

Lepentier chuckled at my words.

He seemed to scratch his head, trying to understand, and asked me cautiously.

“Your Majesty… I don’t quite understand, so I’m asking, are you saying that we are moving the entire workshop?”

“That’s right.”

“Is Pramel’s workshop not that big in scale? Even if it’s small in scale, is it possible to move a ‘workshop’…?”

Lepentier continued to mutter, trying to understand somehow, but it seemed he couldn’t understand it.

“…No, what are you talking about?”

And ultimately, without understanding, he asked again.

“Even if it’s Your Majesty, it’s impossible to move the workshop without Count Pileon knowing…”

“Right, it’s normally impossible.”

Lepentier ‘s doubt is quite sensible.

But why should the world always revolve around common sense?

Sometimes there is a reality that outright rejects such obvious common sense.

For example…

‘Pramel himself.’

Praised as the ‘brilliant alchemist,’ leaving behind countless stories. Pramel is not a being that can be simply cut off by ‘common sense.’

“But Pramel’s workshop is a mobile workshop.”

“…Is that so?”

“Yes, surprisingly. If I were to give a similar example…”

I slowly uttered the word that came to mind.

“Ego Sword.”
“……!”

” Ego Swords are fundamentally not just swords, but more like artificial life forms centered around a ‘Core’.”

So, high-level Ego Swords often move on their own or choose their own masters.

“Oh, right!”

Rachel nodded as if she had remembered something.

“Come to think of it, I think I heard that your father also received an Ego Sword, the , when he was young…”

“Yeah, that’s the feeling.”

The owners of Ego Swords don’t necessarily need to carry swords around.

Since the core is the main body, you only need to carry one core stone that can be easily detached on the back of your hand.

Here, the greatness of Pramel is once again emphasized.

“Pramel used that Ego Stone to create his workshop.”

“…. Excuse me?”

“In simple terms, he created a portable workshop.”

….”

The shocking words left Lepentier and even Rachel speechless.

Of course, it’s a natural reaction.

Although the forms of core stones are diverse, there are no core stones in the form of a workshop.

No, it’s a common sense that such things cannot exist.

Therefore, what I was saying directly denied that common sense.

“Well, Your Majesty, if the workshop is still active, how should we approach it?”

“Ah, well…”

I know the location of the workshop.

And I have no intention of letting the Phileon family know the location of the workshop.

Since they had the precedent of the workshop going out of control before, there is no intention to cooperate with them.

Then how should we approach the workshop?

If there is a way to stabilize the workshop and prevent the Ego from going out of control, how should we approach the workshop?

“Hmm.”

There’s nothing remarkable about it.

After all, there is no great connection between the Ego of Pramel’s workshop and me.

If there is any belief, it is that.

“Rachel.”

“Yes!”

Rachel nodded enthusiastically at my words.

Yeah, because she’s here next to me. That’s why I brought her along.

“To safely acquire that workshop, it seems like we’ll need your ‘truth.'”

“I see!”

Rachel nodded vigorously at my words again.

“Is it what you requested last time?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Rachel smiled brightly and began to rummage through her bag.

What she pulled out was…

“A hand drill!”

It was a drill.

A small drill that looked perfect for digging.

Lepentier looked puzzled.

“….Is it a digging tool?”

“Yes, that’s right!”

“Your Majesty, I understand what it is, but why does this seem so ordinary and…?”

Instead of answering Lepentier ‘ question, I decided to answer. Actually, Rachel herself probably doesn’t know exactly what she made.

“As you can see from the hardness, it’s a digging tool. It’s used for digging.”

“Yes, I understand that. But it doesn’t seem particularly special, so why…?”

Instead of answering Lepentier , I moved to a secluded place and picked up the drill in question.

Then I pressed the button with a click.

And then, in that moment.

Vvvvrrrmmmm!

“… What?”
From the drill, without any warning, a powerful gust of wind suddenly surged up, not just spinning around.

Lepentier looked at me with a bewildered expression and asked, “My lord, did you inject oar into this excavation tool?”

“No?”

“Then why is the oar…”

“Exactly.”

I don’t know either.

Not only me, but no one will know how Rachel’s invention came about.

“We should analyze it from now on.”

“…Yes?”

“Anyway, what’s important to us right now is not that.”

I said that and brought the drill and pressed it against the ground.

With a loud noise, the drill dug into the ground.

“Hmm, here it is.”

“…Yes?”

Lepentier made a face that seemed to say she couldn’t understand what I was saying. I operated the drill at a steady rhythm and said, “Shall we make a snowman together?”

And at that moment.

Thud!

Wasn’t it the ‘something’ inside that responded, making a thud sound from underground?

“…Huh?”

Lepentier , who had been watching quietly, scratched her head again. There seemed to be tens of thousands of question marks floating above Lepentier ‘s head.

“Just… what was that?”

“Workshop.”

I said that and chuckled, taking a slow step back.

“Get ready.”

“…Yes?”

“Because it’ll come out soon.”

I stimulated her appropriately. Just enough not to go wild and rampage immediately.

And then.

Kwaaaah!

With a loud noise, something popped out. A girl who looked about the same age as me.

She shouted with an annoyed face, “Stop making so much noise, you bastards!”

Pramel’s workshop.

In short, that ego finally revealed its form.