“Take care of my student. He’s been through a lot, I know it.” Waving goodbye to the oldest wizard, Merlin slowly started to dissipate, a seo his soul running out of its reserved energy.

  “Oh and don’t fet to burn my novel, alright? I don’t want others to know my fantasies.” He said for the st time before closing his eyes and fully fading away as if he had found sod peace with his st words.

  Of course, I’ll honor the old man’s st wish, after all, he gave me his Drag, Tower, tons of magical knowledge and even the book taining the creation of magigs.

  But before doing that, I’ll take a small peak inside, I might be the only oo have known that Merlin wrote his own novel taining his fantasies and read its tents.

  As soon as Merlin is gone, I didn’t have enough time to explore when I find myself also fading away.

  My vision blurred aurned, showihe face of Balthazar, filled with .

  “….ber….Chamber…Chamber, Are you okay?” As soon as I open my eyes, Balthazar sighed in relief while I ask him.

  “How long have I been asleep?”

  “Asleep? You weren’t even unscious for more than 5 seds, much less sleep.” Balthazar chuckled, not knowing my sense of time during the ‘sleep’.

  ‘It was supposed to be 5 hours. This feels like the Astral Form eje teique.’ I muttered under my breath, recalling the teique that Master Kaecilius used on my to demonstrate the said teique.

  “Are you okay though? You just fell down all of a sudden.” Balthazar expressed.

  “It’s a long story. But in short, I met Merlin. Or at least a piece of his soul residing in this tower.” As soon as I dropped the bomb on him, Balthazar froze.

  Well, I ’t bme him. Why would Merlin rather meet someone who doesn’t want to than the one who wants to.

  It’s like giving a pte of food to the rid nothing to the beggar.

  “…Really? I meet him?” Balthazar looked at me with a hopeful look.

  “I’m sorry.” I shook my head much to his disappoi.

  “I see. Did he…say something to me? A message?” Despite his disappoi, Balthazar insisted for at least a small and i iioween them.

  “Yeah. He said that he’s proud of you for aplishing your st mission. You take a rest now.” I see his shoulders slump, as if a huge burden was taken off his shoulders which it really did.

  The hundred years long mission would’ve taken a toll to anyone, even if he’s a great wizard.

  “He also gave me the full access to his tower. So his tower is now mine.” I see him nod his head. However I’m not finished.

  “But aside from his study and library, I don’t think I’ll find myself living here. So I’ll give the tower to you instead.” Of course I did this so Balthazar would at least i something from his master aside from the mission, for closure purposes.

  “This…Are you sure?” He replied in disbelief, he probably knows how valuable the tower is to him, it’s the only thing he’ll get from his deceased master.

  I simply responded by nodding my head.

  “Thank you….truly.” Standing up, Balthazar deeply bowed his head.

  I don’t know if it is out of gratitude or simply because he wao hide his face threatening to release tears.

  “No. I should thank you instead. Not only you gave me a ce to try the Drag, you also accepted me even though you know I’m a devil, despite having every right to deny me of my iance.” I shook my head and thanked him instead, gaining admiration and respect from the other party.

  “Still, thank you. This meant so mue.” He insisted bowing his head, which I didn’t bother myself with anymore.

  Instead, I’m excited to finally get to Merlin’s study, learning everything from the old wizard who said he helped God himself design the Heaven System, in which where he also took inspiration from wheing the magigs, which is the reason why wizards of his capability are able to create life using magic.

  “Anyways, let’s separate and roam around. I’ll go upstairs and check Merlin’s study, he told me to go there first before everything else.” Without waiting for his response, I already left for the stairs.

  “…Okay?” Albeit fused why I was in a hurry, Balthazar decided to search around, preferably to see if there’s anything that would help him unseal his lover who is possessed by Mana Le Fay and separate the two without killing the former.

  He’s been trying to find the answer for this and perhaps, his teacher’s tht help him find the answer.

  ***

  While Balthazar roams downstairs, I finally arrived at the sed floor, which is Merlin’s boratory, where he makes his potions and studies herbs.

  ‘I’ll check this out ter. Maybe there’s some potiohat would help me increase my Demoniergy.’

  I went back to the stairs and proceeded to the floor, which is the smithing and runic area, the pce where fes his equipment and ruhem as an enha.

  ‘This too.’ I whispered.

  The floor was the library, I was excited to rummage through the books here when I remembered my inal destination.

  ‘You’re .’ I growled at the library before leaving for the floor, which I assume is Merlin’s study.

  “This is it.” I said to myself, it was a simple wooden floor.

  But I know it isn’t that simple despite its pathetic look.

  I sehe invisible runes embedded on the wooden door. I uand some of them while the rest looks unfamiliar.

  I assume it must be Merlin’s self-created runes.

  It’s pretty impressive sidering he’s just a huma he mao attain this level of magic mastery.

  I’m going to idolize the old man now.

  Although I know that the door is capable of paralyzing even a High-css devil like me, I’m not afraid.

  Because Merlin himself told me that as long as I wear my Drag, the runes would automatically deactivate upon my touch.

  So I held my hand forward and pushed the door open, watg in amazement as the ruurned off by themselves.

  The door creaked open as I was finally granted access inside Merlin’s study.

  It was filled with books. dles were still lit and the air inside smells good and .

  There were books scattered around his table and the floor. A bunch of papers taining magic circles and written words, it might be the theories he made about magid such.

  Aside from them, I also noticed that Merlin’s study is rger than usual. Like, it expands more thaower’s width.

  ‘Space expansion magic.’ I quickly guessed. Who knew Merlin was such a master of magic that he was able to manipute space itself.

  I looked around the study and without hesitation, searched for the hat Merlin told me to burn.

  It didn’t take me long to find it thanks to Merlin’s detailed description, he must’ve been really determio burn this oo bad for him, I’m the kind of guy who lets curiosity take trol of my as.

  It was a rge book with a red leather cover, there was nothing mu its cover, only words in cursive ‘Nove’.

  Without hesitation, I ope’s first page, expeg a bunch of sissy and deeply hidden desires of Merlin.

  However, I was soon poured with a cold water as I read the single line on the book.

  [Got you! I knew you would try to peek on this!]

  As if on cue, as soon as I finished reading the line, I sensed a huge burst of mana ing on the book.

  I quickly threw it far away from me and thanks to my quick rea, the book exploded into pieces like a firework.

  Thank god I was fast.

  But still, that old man is too ing! He knew I would try to read it so he must’ve pnted some sort of self-destru ruhat would activate o is opened.

  What a smartass.

  Chug at the weird antic of the old wizard, I refocused oable, where tless books written by Merlin himself y oable.

  This is indeed a treasure trove for someone like me.

  Just as I was about to grab a book and read it to my heart’s tent, I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts upon remembering my student and future student that I left ba Great Britain kingdom.

  God dammit, If I wasn’t afraid that Diorno might recruit the kid with a possible sacred gear to his church, I would’ve just left them for a while.

  After sending a quick telepathic message to Balthazar about my iion to leave, I jured a portal back to the slums and jumped inside.

  ***

  “Where is he?” Johann Faust, the kid with the possible sacred gear, looked around in fusion after Diorered alone.

  “He’s gone for a while. But he’ll be back. Before that, let’s have a talk, little Faust.” Sitting on the floor, Diorno looked at Johann’s fad said.

  “Whatever that Father Simon said about you. Fet it, he’s a false priest, who has fallen to his sins. He’s no longer accepted by both the churd the heaven, I’ll make sure of it, okay?” Obviously, the first thing Diorno wao do was to up the church’s mess.

  He knew how much the church’s corruption has affected the popud it would definitely put a rge scar on the church’s back.

  As much as possible, he must retain its reputation, starting from Johann Faust, who might possess a Sacred Gear created by God.

  “….Does that mean everyone iire church is a sinner?” Johann’s big round eyes stared directly back at Diorno’s.

  “The entire church? What do you mean?” Diorno fusedly.

  “Everyone in the church refused to help us, only those nobles who pay are the only ohey helped. But us, they ignored us.” Johann stared on the ground and said with a solemn tone. He’s referring the the slum people, those who doesn’t have any money in their pockets to pay the church for healing.

  “I…Yes.” Although hesitant, Diorno k would be better to tell the truth than to lie, and so he did.

  “But only them and a few. You know, the church where I belong, helps a doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor, male or female, human or animal. As long as you trust our father God, we would extend our help to you.” Diorno tries to cheer him up and elevate the church’s tarnished reputation.

  “…I’m sorry, mister priest, but I know what you’re trying to do. I appreciate it but I don’t think the church will regain my faith that easily. I’d rather put my faith in Mister Magi, who saved my mother’s life.” Despite ht refusing Diorno’s attempts right in front of his face, Johann still politely bowed his head and tinued.

  “But I won’t fet you healing my parents from their disease and people like us. So thank you for that, Mister Priest.”

  “It’s….okay. I uand.” Sighing in disappoi, Diorno nodded his head in disappoi.

  “Chamber, the one whht your mother back to life will arrive soon. I’ll go outside and see if I help those in need. So I’ll see you ter.” Bidding his farewell to the child who just experienced huge trauma, Diorhrough the front door.

  As soon as he stepped on the door step, the warm and soft look on his face dissipated, repced by a cold one.

  ‘Those corrupt bastards. Staining the church’s name! I’ll root all of them out!’ With a ched fist, Diorno started his march towards the city, where the explosion of the church took pce.

  He knows that the explosion didn’t take out everyone in the church, there is definitely some who survived.

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  [ Chapter: Ch. 61 - Merlin’s magic]