The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

I'm a wizard.

“You're the Great Wizard. Nice to meet you!”

It's not just a wizard, it's a great wizard.

It seemed very strange, but it wasn't quite right.

Unlike other wizards, I used a Winchester Staff.

That's not a staff, that's a gun? No, it's a staff. Anyway, when a flame splashes from a shotgun, it triggers a similar magic and destroys the enemy.

“Can't you just show me that cane once? ”

“Uh-huh, this guy. What have you done to the Great Wizard? ”

“Oops, I'm sorry! ”

This is the Blue Horse Tower, one of the largest in the Empire. However, even in the Blue Tower where such prestigious wizards gathered, my staff seemed to be puckering.

It was worth it. The Viviantha Empire was a much more developed world than here, but I was mistaken for a Mega Shooter with a staff before it was upgraded, but I can't help but be mistaken for a Winchester that could enchant magic.

For that reason, I became quite famous after registering as a Wizard in the Blue Tower for just over a week.

It is because he relentlessly performed destructive magic with Winchester.

I am currently working as a maid of the Allerdon family.

A message from Araceli at dawn on the second day after arriving in this world. I don't know why I fell on a blue horse tower far away, and I don't know if I fell on the Duchess of Araceli alone, but there must be a reason.

Perhaps, this is the highest ‘fatalistic probability’ of hunting the protagonist.

Today, I'm still enchanting Winchester with new magic (with the help of pots) to test its magical value, and an old wizard came to me with five young wizards.

“The Wizard of the Old Testament. I heard you're participating in this seminar. ”

“Yes.”

“Isn't that rude? ”

“Yes?”

“It's been just over a week since I came to the Horse Tower and I wanted to participate in the seminar. ”

“I am qualified to participate. ”

“Huh, do you think the other wizards don't get involved because they don't deserve it? You're giving up so the Senior Wizard can get involved first! Apparently, I believe in special staff installations.I think I'll be expelled from the lab soon enough to live like that. Even now, cancel your participation in the seminar and pledge your junior year. ”

I see the young wizards standing behind the old man. One of the five wizards stares at me. That's all I understood. He was supposed to be in the seminar. But I took my place because I wanted to participate.

The old wizard replied like a knife because I wanted to answer because I knew what I didn't know about the world, but I didn't care what I was doing in the lab and got kicked out.

“I don't like it.”

“· · · What? ”

“Talk to the guy behind there. Be a better wizard when you flirt with me. If you don't have the ability, you have to get out of the seminar. What do you do if you're a senior wizard? You were worse than a junior wizard. ”

“Hey, this guy's got a punctured mouth! How dare you blaspheme the senior wizard? ”

The hierarchy among the wizards was considered to be of considerable importance, and it was more than just a dizzy army. However, is this the hierarchy that is necessary? It can't be. Rather, because I know that more creative ideas come from a liberal atmosphere, that hierarchy is just a culture of folly.

However, this old wizard was quite sensitive to hierarchy and did not intend to move on.

“I, I will tell the Lord of the Buma Tower right away! ”

“You did.”

Then, as the old wizard went up the stairs banging to dedicate to the deputy owner, I boarded the elevator to meet the deputy owner. A superb elevator that can only ride the VIP inside the stable tower.

"Oh, here we are!"

When I opened the Matopist office, a mid-30s woman with red wavy hair stretched to her waist welcomed me. Even if it looked like that, it was the great wizard Lannacelle, who achieved the rank of 7th Circle, the SS rank.

By the way, I'm in my seventies.

"You didn't think it was weird, did you?"

Twinkling, it seems that the special character of the Martial Arts is a mental type. I heard that I am very good at reading the other person's mind. Fortunately, I have a strong sanctuary for mental barriers, including [Concentration of Mind], which means that Ranyasel can't read my mind properly. But because I'm a little low, I'd like to think of an important word like age to break through.

"I didn't think of anything."

"Yes? You're strangely ill-read! But I don't care!"

"Thank God."

"But what happened to your face? What's going on?"

"No."

"Huhu, you can always talk to this sister if you're worried!"

I have some concerns. That old wizard, he must be pouring my curse on the deputy lord by now. But, well, it's not bad. The wizard just wants to defend the ancient culture of the Tower of Demons. It bothers me to step up and trample on that culture.

"By the way, did you find the wizard you were looking for?"

"· · · · · ·."

To explain my concept, I am an heretic interrogator who hunts down heretical wizards from other continents.

However, this concept of 'other continents' has led to a considerable interest in horse topping. Unlike the Earth, the world's oceans are full of all sorts of beasts and disasters, making intercontinental interaction almost impossible, and their contact with the next continent was completely cut off 100 years ago.

In the meantime, interest arose because I said I had come from the next continent. Honestly, I just kept thinking about it, but I didn't think this story would be hidden. Fortunately, the unique magic system of canes (rifles) and pots that I use was completely magical on this side of the continent, and proved that they came from other continents.

"I haven't found it yet. But that wizard must be harmful to the world! We must find it."

I lowered my voice while playing a storied pupil.

"Once we find him, we'll deal with him quietly and leave."

It's fucking charismatic.

*

The first seminar started with very few people. The first seminar brought together less than twenty wizards from the College of Magic to discuss the truth of magic, and it was problematic that more than half of the wizards at that time were brilliant wizards.

Their seminars have spread their fame globally, and since the 2nd and 3rd seminars, the number has tripled, and now, at 30, the number of participating wizards has reached 300.

So many people come together to discuss what the hell they want to do and what they want to do, but they don't actually get together in this place to study something. Rather, it was close to where it boasted a year of research achievements.

"This time, the eldest son of Baron Terrace achieved a three-circle, right?"

"Huh, you've done a great job at a young age. Even if our son only followed his half."

"Uh-huh. This guy. Your son is low on circles, but didn't he go to college already when he was a teenager with a new theory of differential calculus?"

A place where magicians gather to praise each other's achievements and increase their self-esteem by being praised. That was the identity of the seminar.

Among those, there were those whose attention was focused on poisonous people.

The first was Magellion Alleroden, the third son of Duke Alleroden.

Even though he was only twenty years younger, he was not at all humble in this place where the middle-class and elderly wizards gathered. But no one pointed out his arrogant attitude.

Magellion was the world's most prestigious magician, Alerdon, and a genius wizard who achieved twenty-four circles. Don't you even say that the moment you played Mannani to protect yourself, the person turned into a twenty-three?

'There will be a ridge in it.'

'Scary guy.'

'The family of Aleroden family will also have a lot of questions about who to pass it on to.'

The first to achieve a six-circle in his thirties was certainly great, but he had no spiritual talent in politics. Man is practical and childish, whereas his youngest talent is brilliant, and he has even overturned the line from the beginning, so people have been thinking about who to line up with.

Are you the oldest brother who has the temperament of a great wizard already? Are you the youngest son who looks like an eight-year-old, though he is still a fresh sprout!

Magellion Alleroden was deeply moved by their superiority. Then I glanced at Araceli.

The seminar was a seminar, but it was like a banquet hall where food and alcohol were placed. It was a place where blackboards and pens were not needed at all, so it was changed to this format 10 years ago. He served Araceli the most expensive menus and drinks. A noble food you can't even taste as a regular maid.

'I'm sure you're very grateful.'

As expected, Araceli stuffed the steak with a knife and put it in his mouth a little.

"Araceli. You can eat a lot. I can eat as much more as I say."

"Nee · · ·."

"How about it. It's delicious, right? If you say Blancau, I don't know.It's only one precious cow in three years. There's only 500 grams on that one, and you're not even jealous of heaven if you taste it?"

Magellion felt so proud after explaining it. I can't help but hope that the common people will not cross over. I have tasted food that is rare and not easily touched by myself to ordinary people.

"I see. · · ·"

However, Araceli sighed and felt the taste of beef coming into his tongue.

Yeah, it's definitely delicious. But she was the greatest magician in the world who ever achieved the Nine Circles, and she was able to eat about a dozen pieces of beef. I didn't want to do it, so I just ate it cheaply.

"Oh, can you wait here for a second? I need to see my father."

"Yee."

After hearing Araceli's answer, Magellion quickly got up and headed to the top balcony where his father was.

The Great Wizard of the Seven Circles, Duke of Allerdon, with fewer than 10 people on the continent. He had a slightly loosened expression as to whether he had just met his first brother.

'Unfortunate old man.'

Magelion didn't like that father. I was born into a good family, and since I have only learned good magic, I will be called a great wizard. If he had been born of such a family from the beginning, he would have been a better wizard than his father.

'· · · Yes. I will hold that family in my hand.'

In order to do so, I had to inherit the family.

"You've been doing a lot better lately."

"Yes, all thanks to my father's teaching."

"There's nothing I've taught you. They all just woke you up and learned. One, I'm proud of you for that."

"· · · · · ·!"

Magellion opens his eyes wide without me knowing. That writer, Father, does not easily put the word 'proud' in his mouth. I never even do it to my oldest brother.

'No way, I mean!'

"Don't look forward to it."

Duke Allerdon tugs on Magellion's shoulder, then suddenly disappears. It was rude to leave during the seminar, but it would be an exception for Duke Allerdon.

Magellion squeezes his fist and trembles. I wanted to cheer right away, but I couldn't wait. I saw the obvious evidence that my father's heart was slowly leaning toward me, but I am also tolerant.

'Yes, just a little more!'

He returned to the seminar with a hiccup of joy hidden. Somehow the chairman was disturbed.

"The Blue Tower Lord and the Wizard are here, aren't they?"

"Amazing. I heard you're from another continent. You speak very unique magic, don't you?"

"Did the alias' Great Wizard '?"

The Great Wizard? The Wizard remembers Magelli Temperature. Araceli was the only magician who showed curiosity. Yes, Araceli will be pleased to tell you that the wizard is here. With that in mind, Majelion toured the chairman to find Araceli.

'· · · Huh?'

However, Araceli had already met the Great Wizard.

"How?"

She entered as one of the maids, so she can't dare to talk to the wizard. But even that question quickly flew away.

The face of Araceli, who talks to that wizard with the name of the Book of Resurrection.

It was because he looked so happy and bright.

What? '

Even when I ate rare steak with myself that only one came out in three years, I didn't make that look. He only picked one tangerine from Araceli and put it in his mouth. The current season is the winter season. It's uncommon. It's tangerine rolling on the ground.

Well, I'm just eating some common fruit.

How can you make such a happy face?

'Something, something.'

I filled my head with unpleasant thoughts, but I pressed.

So, in the end, he was just a street wandering wizard, and he was the next allergic to the Duke's family. I'm sorry even to compare myself to that rattlesnake.

'· · · Later, I'll have to take care of it.'

Magelion grinds his teeth and infuses the wine roughly. It was a noble 59-year-old wine, but it was just used.

Ends