Chapter 13: The Secret of the Grand Sorcerer (Please continue reading! Please leave a review!)

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The moment Ron laid eyes on Wigfart, he was absolutely certain she had fused with the remnants of the Demon Lord’s soul. And not just one fragment. She might have concealed it well, but there was no escaping Ron’s gaze—after all, these remnants were his domain.

[“Vivian fell silent for a moment after hearing what you said.”]

[“What now? Still trust your teacher?” You stride gracefully, weaving between the bookshelves.]

[Vivian responds firmly, “Unless there’s clear evidence.”]

Is she really that stubborn?

Yet Ron refrains from mocking Vivian. He understands the significance Wigfart holds for her. Without Wigfart, Vivian wouldn’t have had the chance to embark on the path of magic cultivation. The empire today is nothing like it was when first founded; opportunities to become an extraordinary being are no longer available to all. The academies for magic and warriors, originally established to nurture the extraordinary, have long since become exclusive to the nobility. Even with Vivian’s unparalleled magical talent, she couldn’t afford the exorbitant tuition—unless she took on student loans and worked for the elite after graduation.

Unfortunately, Vivian’s talent isn’t exceptional, and without Wigfart’s guidance, she’d likely be a typical village wife by now. Wigfart is a classic traditionalist mage, advocating the apprentice model of magical inheritance. Still, even under this system, the cost of magical education is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Vivian was persuaded by Wigfart to graduate early because she couldn’t continue paying tuition and her performance was poor.

[You walk through the library, analyzing this great mage through her collection.]

[Many of the books are sealed with magical restrictions, but these are meaningless to you, the possessor of the Demon Lord’s Eye.]

[Through these books, you learn about the changes this world has undergone in the past five thousand years.]

[Your death fundamentally altered the world’s balance.]

[After you died, humanity, once waning in the competition, rapidly rose and, in the wars following your demise, successfully drove the immortal extraordinary races to the far corners of the world.]

[What’s hard for you to accept is that humanity’s rise was fueled by sheer numbers and many morally corrupt individuals willing to do anything to achieve their goals.]

[They cold-bloodedly sacrificed their own kind to fuse with more Demon Lord soul remnants.]

[This allowed them to become super-strong in a short time and sweep away their enemies.]

[Although history criticizes these brutal, terrifying warlords, from your perspective, they are undeniably the architects of humanity’s rise—even if their strength came at the cost of countless sacrifices of their own people.]

[Because of the Demon Lord soul remnants, the world’s extraordinary system has been shattered.]

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[Whether one fuses with a soul remnant greatly impacts an extraordinary being’s power.]

[Each remnant has unique abilities, making precise ranking impossible.]

[Nevertheless, the current ordinary extraordinary system is still based on the framework you originally established.]

[Above apprentice level, extraordinary beings are simply classified from levels one to nine.]

[Of course, many empires assign different titles to these nine ranks.]

[For example, Wigfart’s title of Great Mage corresponds to a level six mage.]

[“Ron, want to look at these books?” Vivian crouches, stroking your body. “These are my teacher’s treasures, all sealed with restrictions.”]

[You yawn, having already skimmed through all these books earlier. “I don’t like reading. Your human languages give me headaches.”]

With that, you leap onto Vivian’s shoulder.

Most of the books sealed by Wigfart relate to the Demon Lord’s soul remnants—rituals for containing these remnants and histories documenting their appearances. Wigfart marked many books with the last known time and place each remnant appeared. In this regard, the great mage is actively gathering intelligence on the remnants.

You find this quite delicate—people trying so hard to obtain fragments of your soul. However, Wigfart is not the true owner of these remnants, so inevitably, some details are missing from her vast archives. Through these documents, you’ve already discovered several remnants Wigfart hasn’t noticed, one of which isn’t far from here. You need to find an excuse to send Vivian there.

As you ponder this, a girl’s voice sounds nearby: “Isn’t that country bumpkin Vivian? What are you doing back here? Scared off by those bandits?” You and Vivian simultaneously turn toward the voice. A tall girl stands not far off, smirking with a fan held near her mouth. “You’re such a coward, Vivian.”

Ron, who had been drowsy from many sleepless nights, instantly perks up at these words. Here it comes—the moment to show off and turn the tables! He straightens up and stretches. When the time is right, he plans to provoke Vivian into challenging the girl and then humiliate her thoroughly. With this in mind, Ron can’t help but cheer on the newcomer.

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Quick! Come on, mock Vivian mercilessly! Humiliate her with words! That will stir her emotions!

[Vivian is momentarily stunned upon seeing the newcomer, then looks down. “You got a new dress, Grella.”]

[Hearing this, Grella blushes. “Shut up! It’s all your fault for burning my dress!”]

[“You insisted on challenging me! It wasn’t all my fault that day...” Vivian scratches her head awkwardly. “Besides, I saved you, didn’t I?”]

[Vivian’s words send Grella into a frenzy. “Ahhhhh! Don’t bring that up again! Pervert! Pervert!”]

With that, Grella lifts her dress and runs off, blushing.

“???” Ron is dumbfounded by the scene. What happened to the grand showdown? Why run off blushing?

[You look at Vivian with some confusion. “Can your magic accurately hit your target?”]

[“No.”]

[“Then how did you burn her dress?”]

[“I reflected her fireball back with my staff.” Vivian shrugs.]

[“You can reflect that?” You widen your eyes.]

[“Yes, if guided by magic missiles.” Vivian grins.]

Because of her constitution, she developed numerous magic missile techniques. It seems Vivian’s talent isn’t entirely useless.

[“Then why does she call you a pervert?”]

[Vivian is puzzled. “Maybe because I stripped her to save her from the fire...”]

At that moment, Grella returns and tosses a coin pouch into Vivian’s hand. “Here, this should cover your tuition for a while. I tried to ask the teacher not to assign you such dangerous graduation tasks.”

Vivian is momentarily stunned. “Thank you…”

Watching Grella prepare to leave, Vivian finally responds, “I’ll pay you back someday!”

“No need,” Grella waves her hands nervously. “I never lend money. This is a gift.”