SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar-Novel



Light Magic was a very useful type of magic.

Thanks to its properties, everything about me became faster—including my physical and cognitive abilities.

I could engage in my thoughts for a long while, yet only a moment would have passed in real-time. With this ability activated, it made sense that the world around me would slow down when I wanted it to.

Nevertheless…

'This Automaton is too slow.'

Was this the stuff that gave Neron and the Outgroup trouble? No, it was probably because they were exhausted.

I had no right to judge them since I was unaware of just how much they had pushed themselves before reaching this point.

As the only line of defence against Jared's tyrannical rule, I had to give them props. Even if Neron was nerfed and the other members aren't as strong as before… it should still stand to reason that they can handle themselves in a fight.

Something as mundane as this Automaton shouldn't have been a problem for them.

'Should I try it? It's been a while since I used it…'

As a Mage—a candidate for the Grand Mage title—there were many Spells in my arsenal. However, I really liked using one in particular.

'It'll be great for clearing out the other Golems that are standing in my way. Then, I'll take my time to thoroughly examine this Gawain once I'm done.'

As soon as Gawain, The Platinum Knight Of Carnage, got within range, I used the back of my hand to hit it.

>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!<

The impact sent him flying straight in the direction of the massive factory beneath me. There was barely any resistance at all.

'It seems to be coated with Defensive Magic, but…' The defence felt so paper thin that it barely registered as one.

Then again, it was operating on Mana, while I had used Aether. Despite this, I was currently limiting my Aether usage, while giving part of my attention to replenishing my supply.

'It'll take some time to get used to condensing and purifying in the middle of battle. Thankfully, this can't really be called one.

The thousands of Golems beneath me whirred to life and would charge at me at any time. Unfortunately for them, I planned on ending their lives pretty quickly.

'The barrier I'm using to protect the Outers should hold up. Ah, it seems Ciel is already done concentrating. They'll be teleporting soon, eh?'

"Go on without me. I'll meet you guys back at the base!" I yelled at them, yet they proved unresponsive.

It appeared that they were frozen in some kind of trance—one I couldn't quite decipher at the moment.

'Oh, well… let's focus on the targets.'

Golden flashes of lightning burst forth from my fingertips, and a surge of power coursed through me—causing the lightning to swell in size.

This was an original Spell I had developed by merging light properties with lightning. It was quick, precise, and highly destructive. It was…

"[Grand Blitz]"

>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!< Noᴠel Fɪre.net

… More than enough to take care of the rest of the small fries.

"Ah, it seems they've teleported already." Once I was done with the Spell and looked in the direction of the dome, the Outers were no longer present.

I really needed them to teach me more about this world—especially for the sake of accessing my Arcanas. Ciel was the answer, so I would have to talk to her after all this.

But first… I suppose I had to deal with Gawain.

'Let's see what else it can do.'

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'W-what is going on here…?!'

Amid the rubble and dark crevices of the partially destroyed factory was Gawain, The Platinum Knight Of Carnage.

Yes, his name was dreaded by all of Lord Jared's enemies, and only a few individuals who were his allies could be called his match—or his superiors.

That was how Lord Jared had designed him.

'Other than Hugo, who is my match, there's also the Four Generals.' Apart from them, Gawain could see no one else whom he wasn't confident about defeating.

Yet… with a mere backhanded hit, he had been sent flying to the ground? How highly improbable was this?

"Unexpected. This is unexpe—"

Before Gawain could utter another word, he heard a loud explosion, like the roar of a very fearsome storm. The intensity of the energy chilled him to his very wires, and he shivered like a frightened child.

'N-no way! T-this is…!!!'

In a flash, all of the fine Golems under his control had been annihilated. A single Spell had wiped them out!

How was any of this possible? Gawain found his circuit getting hot as he tried to process something completely inconceivable. It was too much for his logic to handle.

'I can't sense the Outers as well. Did they get away? I… let them get away?' Throughout his years of dedication, Gawain had never let anyone escape his hands.

The only ones who had managed to do so had been Neron and Beruel—and that was simply because he hadn't been perfected then.

'I'm different now. I'm the ultimate!'

Yet, he had failed. He had shamed his creator, as well as their cause. Gawain couldn't really feel emotions, since he was an Automaton. However, based on how he was programmed, his failure brought him great anguish.

"Glad to see you're still alright." A voice suddenly greeted the confused Automaton, causing him to freeze in his position.

The stranger that just attacked him suddenly appeared in front of him, looking as casual as one could be in their current situation. It didn't even seem like he was taking any of this seriously at all.

"Ah, wait! Your jaw is a little… you know, crooked." The blue-haired young man said.

Logically speaking, Gawain already knew he couldn't fight against this person. The only and best option would be to escape. He had to escape and inform his master of his wrongdoing… as well as the danger this man posed to their plans.

"Tch!" As much as it hurt him to say… this was his final farewell.

'Self Destruct Sequence… Activate!'

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