Mastermind
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Chapter 10
After dealing with the golems,
“Were you hiding your power all this time?”
Evan, who had returned to the area where the carriage was and was preparing for camp, couldn’t suppress his curiosity any longer and asked.
“No, not at all.”
“ ... Then, was that really 2nd Rank magic?”
“Yes.”
Evan wore a look of disbelief at Alon’s response.
“I see.”
However, having realized that no matter how much he asked, he wouldn’t get more answers from Alon, Evan sighed and nodded, signaling he understood. He then continued his preparations for the camp.
Watching Evan, Alon kept his outward expression neutral, though he felt somewhat wronged.
After all, Alon himself had no idea why the magic he had just performed turned out the way it did.
‘I knew that using Constraints would make me stronger to some extent, but... ‘
The combat in Psychedelia, the game Alon had played, was turn-based, not real-time. In the game, the hand signs and incantations were used to enhance magic damage by consuming turns.
Depending on the magic being used, the appropriate hand signs would strengthen the spell itself. By selecting the correct incantations from hundreds of options within a limited time, the attributes of the spell could be enhanced.
For example, in the magic he used this time, known as “Chain Lightning” in Psychedelia, he used four specific incantations:
Refraction, Rebound, Blue Light, and Linear Diffraction.
By using these four incantations and hand signs, he enhanced the spell Chain Lightning. Additionally, he placed a constraint on himself to always use hand signs and incantations when casting magic, thus further strengthening the spell.
In other words, Alon had expected the magic to be more than twice as powerful as usual.
‘But it wasn’t supposed to be this strong.’
In Psychedelia, using a hand sign or incantation consumed one turn each.
So, the spell Alon had used this time would have been prepared over the course of five turns in game terms.
‘Even considering that, is it really enough to overkill the golems...?’
As Alon pondered this, he shrugged his shoulders.
In truth, regardless of the specifics, the outcome had gone well according to his plans, and having the magic be more powerful than expected was a good thing.
In fact, beyond simply being pleased, Alon’s mind was now filled with curiosity.
‘I wish I could experiment a bit if I could.’
The hand signs and incantations Alon used this time were ones commonly employed in Psychedelia when raising the protagonist as a “glass cannon” mage, intended for easily handling large-scale enemy encounters with powerful lightning magic.
This meant that Alon had at least ten more incantations and hand signs still intact in his memory that he hadn’t used today.
Moreover, the reason Alon’s curiosity was particularly piqued was due to the noticeable changes in the magic each time he uttered an incantation.
‘In the game, the incantations merely increased damage by 10% whenever the correct type of incantation was chosen, but here, it’s different.’
Perhaps an ordinary magician wouldn’t have noticed.
But Alon, who had personally performed the magic and possessed a unique talent for mana control, had observed the magic’s attributes changing each time an incantation was added.
It wasn’t just the power increasing; the very nature of the mana itself altered with each incantation.
Therefore,
‘I should conduct some experiments once my mana recovers.’
Alon closed his eyes inside the carriage, feeling good, even if his expression remained neutral.
And at that moment, a girl appeared at the place where Alon had used magic, where only the piles of stones remained that could no longer become golems.
A girl with eyes gleaming in a deep green.
No, the one who might have been called Rine of Greed in the future silently passed by the stone heaps that had once been golems and looked at the door Alon had entered earlier.
The door was cracked and worn, but the carvings on its frame emphasized that it was man-made, not a natural formation.
However, Rine knew that the carvings on this door’s frame weren’t meaningless.
Born with a great mission and the innate ability to access the “Ancient Library” at any time, she could understand what was inscribed on the frame.
‘From the forgotten age of foreign gods, the script of the Alaneph Empire.’
Recognizing this, Rine read the words carved into the frame.
[From Palaon, to the friend left alone.]
“ ... Ha.”
Rine involuntarily let out a hollow laugh as she read the inscription.
She knew that there was only one person who used the name “Palaon” in ancient texts.
The great Palaon.
The one who had repelled the invasions of the “Black Ones” multiple times during the age of foreign gods, and who had defeated the “Alacoulakka,” a being that could make subjects offer their hearts just by looking at it.
The noble, revered, great, and glorious Emperor.
Knowing that Palaon, as written in ancient language, referred to this one person, she couldn’t help but chuckle.
Simultaneously,
-It was made by a fellow named Palaon.
Rine recalled Alon’s voice.
As she gazed at the outer frame of the wall with a blank, somewhat melancholic expression, the image of the great moon silently watching over the frame surfaced in her mind, and a hypothesis began to cloud her thoughts.
Negation and affirmation clashed in her mind, and the scales tipped towards denial.
However, what next came to mind was the magic Alon had demonstrated after emerging from the labyrinth.
His magic hadn’t seemed particularly exceptional.
But the incantations he muttered were different.
The incantations the great moon whispered were things that didn’t even exist in the ancient library.
Recalling this, the scales that had been tipping now came to rest evenly balanced.
‘Even though I knew that anyone the Red Moon would follow must be no ordinary person... ‘
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