Chapter 113 - Release of Magic

Azriel thought for a moment and answered him plainly. It was not a secret and she did not intend to hide it. “It’s mana interference. I suppressed Sophinea’s, Lady Rudimna’s mana with my mana.”

“Are you saying that’s possible? How? Good gracious! Do you know what kind of miracle you’ve made now? The magic academia will be flipped!” thrilled, the old man thrusted his face close to Azriel. Feeling uncomfortable, Azriel responded as she leaned back her upper body.

“Its basic fundamentals are the same as the release of magic. The properties of mana…,” she momentarily paused. After that was the domain of ‘magic.’-assigning gravitation to mana. She had merely interfered with another person’s mana the same way as she interfered with mana in nature. It was basic knowledge in the ancient magic civilization, but  it was a content that was bound to be shocking for wizards of today.

‘Rhema never said I should keep it a secret… but can I just say this thoughtlessly?’

What could be the reason that the true ‘magic’ had become extinct? As Azriel fell into deep thought, Pendelok became anxious. “The properties of mana, what? How can you interfere with other’s mana? Please explain its fundamentals! That might change the paradigm of magic!”

“…I’m sorry. This is a little difficult to understand. I, I just did it and it worked,” Azriel decided to put off telling him, thinking that she needed to speak with Rhema first. Hearing her remarks, Pendelok’s face turned as if the sky fell. The Duchess, who had been quiet, lifted her head. “You said your name is Azriel Esthera.”

“Yes,” Azriel answered.

“Who are you?” the Duchess asked.

Azriel took out two letters of introduction that Charles wrote and held them out to them.

“This is…?” the Duchess looked at Azriel.

“It is the letter of introduction King Charlene wrote. I am a wizard who came to join the Aurora Society,” Azriel explained.

The Duchess opened the envelope and began to read the letter. Pendelok put it in his chest pocket, not even reading it.

“I heard about who you are already. Moreover, you and I have communicated before, nine years ago. Isn’t that right?” he asked.

“You are right,” Azriel replied.

Pendelok looked at her with deepened eyes. The old man abruptly said. “The Wizard of the Horizon.”

Azriel barely managed not to show her surprised face. Pendelok continued. “At the time, when the rebel forces were annihilated out of nowhere by a natural disaster.”

“…”

“Everyone made a fuss, saying that it was God’s will, but I thought it did not make sense unless the Wizard of the Horizon had appeared,” he brushed his beard several times as if to calm his excitement. “His Majesty only said that he could escape because of the master of the girl who was kidnapped with him. He hasn’t told me the details, but…”

His effort to subdue his excitement was of no avail. Pendelok involuntarily plucked out a few strands of his beard. At last, his voice was raised. “That, that, person who was your master! Your master! He must be the Wizard of the Horizon! Right? Isn’t it? Only a person of such degree can raise a wizard like you! You are a pupil of the Horizon, right?”

Azriel sighed in a small voice. It was not something she needed to hide by making up a lie.

“Yes,” she answered.

“…What does that answer mean?” Pendeok urged her.

“It means that the person who’s called the Wizard of the Horizon taught me magic,” she explained