There are no Bad Transcendents in the World

“Daniel. What exactly is magic in the scroll?” Frey asked.

 

Daniel answered while casting protection magic so that the scroll’s magic would not be disturbed.

 

“It has Lydia’s control magic. With this much power, he could not only summon the undead monsters but also control most of the knights participating in the battle of the flag.”

 

Before the start of the Battle of the Flag.

 

[“Sir Carlton. What are you doing…Everyone, wake up!”]

 

The strangeness seen in Luke’s future seemed to be caused by Carlton’s use of Lydia’s Scroll.

 

‘That’s why I made Luke hide a small bottle of Fog of Fall, too.’

 

There was one more reason for Daniel’s hard face.

 

“Even if Lydia was a transcendent, it would have been impossible for her to put that much power into a scroll.”

 

“Would it have been too much for her body?”

 

“If she had shared her magic power over ten days, she would have been sick by now…” Daniel paused.

 

But Frey could guess what he had swallowed.

 

‘Did Tahar ask Lydia to make the scroll over several days to avoid straining her body? or—’

 

Frey wanted to deny it, but it was a question she already knew the answer to.

 

Tahar was not a kind father.

 

“However…It’s a health-related problem, so you must have paid attention. Tahar is also good at magic, so he would have known how hard it would be on her body.”

 

She has a small body like Damon and Arsene.

 

I felt bad about seeing Lydia curled up and suffering from body aches.

 

Daniel stopped what he was trying to say when he saw Frey’s darkened complexion.

 

‘Looking at the flow of magical power contained in the scroll, it’s clear that it was made in a hurry in a day or two.’

 

As someone who had cared for a child her own age, Tahar was disqualified as a parent. So were the others who stood by and watched Lydia being exploited.

 

After a moment of confusion, Frey composed herself and spoke up.

 

“First of all, I’ll have to investigate how Gelon put the transcendent’s superpowers into the scroll.”

 

“We can’t rely on the priests of the temple alone, Her Highness.”

 

“When a new research topic arises, salivation… No, many wizards welcome it, so you don’t have to worry.”

 

At the same time, Vikram and the others must have been getting tired of studying the Fog of Fall.

 

The High Priestess graciously asked Frey to take over the research.

 

Daniel took the scroll in place of Frey and caught his eye on the brooch lying next to him.

 

“Is it something from the Duke of Gelon?”

 

“No. Carlton’s belongings.”

 

“It looks like he got it from the Duke of Gelon or borrowed it for a while promising him victory.”

 

Daniel looked at the brooch. It didn’t seem to contain magic power, but the large jewel in the center gave off an indescribable, mysterious scent.

 

‘It’s not the fog of Fall.’

 

‘When had I smelled this scent before?’

 

Daniel picked up the brooch and sniffed it carefully.

 

Frey, who was delighted with his beauty enough to believe it was a perfume advertisement, suddenly remembered something.

 

[“It’s thanks to you for investing a lot of money. I didn’t know Prause owned so much land.”]

 

When she decided to purchase and use the surrounding land that Prause owns instead of just building a sacred tower.

 

[“Because buying land that smells divine is a hobby that Grand Duke Prause has had for generations.”]

 

Daniel clearly explained the secret of investment using the strange word ‘Divine scent’.

 

‘The answer was unique, so I imagined white dragons sniffing for a moment and finding the right land.’

 

This handsome lucky dragon may have smelled money again.

 

Her recently highly developed capitalist radar beeped.

 

‘I don’t know what the Duke of Gelon wanted and made Carlton wear this brooch, but—’

 

“High Priest. It’s hard enough dealing  with the people imprisoned in the detention room and obtaining statements, but Prause will investigate this brooch as well.”

 

“… … .”

 

“Of course, as we did when investigating the Fog of Fall before, all situations are to be shared with the holy knights.”

 

Frey’s eyes twinkled as she looked at the jewels in the brooch.

 

The High Priestess did not fail to recognize the selflessness with which Frey spoke.

 

But.

 

‘Now You are not the same woman who asked me to remove the jewel from my canes.’

 

The high priest’s trust towards Frey was incomparably higher than before.

 

“Then please.”

 

“I will do my best.”

 

Daniel, who received Frey’s wink, also put a protection spell on the brooch.

 

* * *

 

By the time Frey had everything she wanted in her hands.

 

The atmosphere of the Prince’s palace was getting more and more violent.

 

“Then what are you going to do, Your Highness?”

 

Princess Garnett, who would have quietly lowered her head and shut her mouth, hoping that the gloomy time would pass, spoke up.

 

Tahar answered Garnet with a grim face.

 

“Do I seem to stand still before you? I have already called in five competent doctors.”

 

Tahar’s crumpled face and menacing voice seemed to tell her to stop complaining.

 

But Garnett couldn’t.

 

“ugh…uhuk! I am fine…”

 

It was because Lydia’s condition, which had been bedridden for several days, was getting worse.

 

At first, they thought it was just a cold because she was a child.

 

but…

 

[“Oh. Is Lydia’s class over already?”]

 

[“She has a magical high fever. and we can’t let her continue with the class as it could cause permanent damage to her body.”]

 

[“…! She’s going to be fine, right?”]

 

[“Judging from the fact that our conditioning magic doesn’t work at all, it seems that the symptoms are more severe because she is transcendentalist.”]

 

[“We will report to our master.”]

 

Apparently, when Lydia first started to get sick, the wizards in charge of the children’s classes said so.

 

[“The only person who can fully understand Lydia, who was born as a transcendental being, is Gelon, who has reached the high level of his magic, so we can only watch and wait.”]

 

Garnett waited as she had been told. But the child didn’t get better.

 

The members of the duke, including the Duke of Gelon and Carlton, were dragged into the Temple.

 

Only then did Garnet search through the book.

 

Magic-related high fever is more than a condition caused by forcibly using huge magic, and it was characteristic that the stronger the magician, the more severely ill she was.

 

When Garnett found out, she headed for Tahar.

 

The reason Lydia was so sick that she was out of breath was because she continued to use magic forcibly.

 

Even after seeing the exploitation, it was because she was afraid of Gelon, so she didn’t actively stop it.

 

And, it was because of the Empress and the Crown Prince, who only focused on the condition of the Gelon family, not caring whether Lydia was sick or not.

 

When she saw her child gasping for breath, the facts that she already knew but ignored, weighed on her heart.

 

But Tahar could only grit his teeth and say there was nothing he could do.

 

“Your Highness, we need to call in a specialist, someone who can heal people as strong as Lydia.”

 

“Damn it, don’t you know that all the doctors in Gelon were taken to the Temple because of that lowly thing?”

 

“Lydia is a transcendent, so it’s very important. Explain the situation, so they will let you see the doctor for a while.”

 

“Then we are in trouble because we have to reveal why Lydia is sick. Can’t you think of that much, Garnet?”

 

Tahar urged Garnet, who stomped her feet.

 

“Since the entire Magic Tower data was transferred to Prause, the opponent must already know that Lydia’s ability can control the undead monsters.”

 

“….”

 

“In that state, if Lydia is caught using magic again, it’s obvious that they would ask why she used her magic.”

 

“Father mother.…I can stand it for Gelon….”

 

A little girl like that calls him a father even though she has a high fever.

 

‘Even though I pretended I didn’t know you were in pain, you still call me mother.’

 

“I’m sure the Grand Duke Prause’s doctor has experience caring for transcendent people. For now, let’s save Lydia… ”

 

“Garnet. You’ve finally lost your mind.”

 

bang-!

 

Tahar slammed the door so hard that the handle on the drawer swayed and left.

 

Garnett thought, staring blankly at the door that he had closed

 

Garnet was always true to her fears.

 

Every time Lydia was sick, she told Tahar that she was okay, she felt like she was being pricked by thorns.

 

She could no longer stand by and watch what Gelon was doing to achieve his goal.

 

No, maybe it was because circumstances had changed.

 

[Duke of Gelon, detained in the temple.]

 

The Duke of Gelon thought he would stand tall in the highest place until the empire declined.

 

‘It’s because these days, I’m watching with my own two eyes the family being ruined by the half-princess, whom they considered the most lowly.’

 

Garnet made up her mind and said while rubbing Lydia’s cheek.

 

“Lydia, mother will find a way.”

 

It was a sweet but confident voice.

 

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