The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years Chapter 102

“So cool.”

Rebecca watched the boy dance on the floor as she hugged Undine.

Endairon looked at the contractor, smiled and turned back to Jamie.

'A human younger than my contractor. But with great talent.'

It was only a few words and this kid understood it perfectly.

But that was it.

There are many such types of geniuses in this world.

Even Rebecca didn't get to sign a contract despite her power until she turned 10.

There would be many talented ones like the boy if people could start searching.

Endairon thought so. For 10 seconds.

Bang!!

The change happened in an instant.

“Young lord!”

A tremendous amount of light which filled the hall burst out.

Endairon came out to the real world and built a giant water wall to protect Rebecca.

The water wall which shook violently was about to collapse.

-What amazing power!

Shhhh!

It was so powerful that everything around resonated with it.

Endairon took a fighting stance with his blue mane.

The power of a high spirit exceeded that of an Expert Knight, so his existence was the same as a small-scale disaster.

A power which Rebecca wasn't ready to wield yet.

Normally, he should have been counter summoned, but the present Endairon stayed in the real world because of the will of the Spirit King.

There was no problem as the Spirit King could handle anything.

However, that didn't mean that Endairon could walk into a battle.

“… wow.”

Rebecca let out a sigh.

Endairon too calmed himself, who was too focused on the kid.

Pure white mana surrounded Jamie, scattering out beautiful light particles.

Jamie, who finished it, exhaled a little and mumbled.

“Maybe I overdid it?”

At the same time, three people came there.

It was Count Welton, Viscount Balle and Hamilton.

After them came the knights of Welton.

The Viscount Balle immediately summoned two high spirits to protect his daughter.

“Are you okay?”

“I am fine.”

“Thank God.”

Seeing Rebecca all right, the Viscount sighed. And he looked at Count Welton.

“Jamie!”

The Count found his son standing in the middle of the hall.

A cloud of dust which hadn't settled was floating around.

The floor didn't seem to be able to have been able to handle what happened.

The material the floor of the hall was made of could handle any kind of training.

A special alloy of 'Elinium' which could withstand the aura. It was a metal which boasted ten times harder than steel.

What could have happened which caused even the Elinium to become like this?

“What happened…”

Jamie scratched his hair at the bewildered look on the Count's face.

Hamilton who was beside the Count had a similar face and the knights behind had drawn out their swords.

“Ah, that…”

“Are you okay?”

The Count approached Jamie with a worried expression on his face.

He raised his energy and looked around, he seemed to be under the impression that an enemy was closeby.

Jamie corrected the misunderstanding.

“I-I was the one who did it.”

“… what?”

“I did this.”

The Count who was approaching, went stiff.

Jamie looked around.

The hall was a mess. He didn't mean to do this. He just thought he had used enough power.

'I didn't think it would be like this.'

A new magic he made.

Actually, could it be called magic?

It was created using the flow of mana which resonated with the Sea of Hundred.

Unless he unfolded the Sea of Hundred, he couldn't cast this.

The problem was, the power was too strong.

The Sea of Hundred was a technique which resonates with the mana around and seizes the space. The magic which Jamie made was to focus that mana on the tip of his toes.

It was to further increase the grasp of power, but it showed power beyond his imagination and collapsed an entire place.

'If it wasn't for this hard place, I would have been in trouble.'

He could see the cracks on the floor, but in reality the impact was huge.

“You did it?”

“Yes.”

The Count couldn't believe it.

“I was unfolding the Sea of Hundred and I stopped without knowing…”

“S-sea of Hundred?”

The Sea of Hundred was a gait created by the former Lord and boasted a high level of difficulty. It was definitely not something a beginner could learn.

When the Count saw Hamilton standing behind him, he bowed his head as if he could say nothing more.

It meant that Jamie's words were true.

The Count, who turned his head, asked Jamie.

“Did you really unfold the Sea of Hundred?”

“Yes.”

“Hu…”

The Count looked around again.

Did it mean this happened after the Sea of Hundred?

Rather, it was more credible if he heard that this happened because of magic.

In the first place, the Sea of Hundred wasn't such a thing.

It didn't have destructive power.

Count Welton was an expert in it, superior to anyone among the knights of the family.

“What on earth happened, for the Sea of Hundred to be used and the hall becoming like this?”

“That… I used magic.”

“What?!”

“I concentrated the mana which took over the space onto one point… I am sorry it turned out like this. I'm sorry!”

Jamie sincerely apologized.

The Count was at a loss of words at his son's explanation.

Could magic be applied to the Sea of Hundred?

'The Sea of Hundred was complete.'

It wasn't as if the Count didn't try.

He tried to upgrade the Sea of Hundred using several methods.

But he couldn't add or subtract anything. He tried many things, and learnt that the Sea of Hundreds was complete in itself.

But Jamie did. By maximizing the advantage of it, he changed it to an aggressive style.

'Because he is a magician.'

The mana used for warriors and magicians was the same. But the way they were used was different.

Jamie succeeded in merging completely different theories into one.

Was it possible because he was a child loved by magic?

'No. this…'

The Count looked at his son, who seemed a bit sad.

Only one thing was certain.

'He is a child loved by all'

Not just magic, but even martial arts loved him.

The Welton family was always loved by martial arts.

Hamilton walked over to the Count who was speechless.

“Lord.”

The Count didn't answer.

But Hamilton continued.

“As of now, it is clear. No, I was sure of it before, but I wanted to check it out one more time because of my greed. And I was able to see it.”

The Count's gaze turned to Hamilton.

“Teach the young master the Futility Divide Sword.”

Futility Divide.

The swordsmanship of the Welton family.

A great swordsmanship which only those who inherited the blood of Welton could learn.

In proportion to its greatness, it couldn't be challenged if the foundations weren't established properly.

So, the Count asked Hamilton, and now Hamilton was saying he could no longer teach the child.

“Jamie, did you know it?”

“What…”

“Sea of Hundred, the gait method which was made by my father, Cherbyl Welton, the former Lord.”

“The instructor told me.”

“Then do you know this?”

“What?”

“Sea of Hundred is a gait which only two or three of ten knights can learn?”

The reason why all the knights of Welton could learn it was simple. Those who couldn't were sent away.

The Sea of Hundred was a test which defined their qualification as knights. Which was why the knights of Welton were strong.

'The words changed?'

Jamie looked at Hamilton with wide eyes.

Hamilton said that all the knights appointed by the Welton family had to learn this. He didn't say that it was so difficult that only two or three of ten could learn.

'It isn't easy to learn the steps which senior knights are taught.'

No wonder.

No matter how much he wanted to learn, Jamie thought the difficulty of this was unreasonable.

If it hadn't been for Endairon's advice, Jamie would have needed more time to figure it out.

If someone else could overhear Jamie's thoughts, they would be shocked. Still, he was confident that he could learn it in a few days.

Some people say that it takes an entire life to learn them, but it wouldn't be enough.

The Count looked at the training hall.

The sight was made by his son. A hall made by paying a high price and carefully selecting the top-notch people.

Worth a lot of money and never messed up.

It was hard to believe that his son destroyed it.

'Two great talents.'

The Count thought.

Is it a coincidence that a child with such great talent was born?

The world was moving in an unsettling direction.

Some nations even started to prepare for war. The Zenith church had closed their doors and mouths, and the only option was war.

In a few years, war will come.

A world war, and countless lives would be lost.

So, was this a coincidence?

Was it really a coincidence that such a gifted child was born in Welton?

He doesn't know. The Count was no prophet. And there was no such prophecy either.

But before all that, this had to be a moment to rejoice.

Blessings on his son. And the child had to be congratulated.

“Jamie.”

“Yes.”

The Count called Jamie and he answered.

The two looked at each other without a word.

It was the Count who opened his mouth. He smiled and touched his son's head.

“You did good.”

For the first time, his son, who would have a shaky expression when his hair was stroked.

“Thank you!”

Smiled brightly.

“From tomorrow father will teach you.'

“Really?”

“Right. Before that, say thanks to Hamilton. It has been a few days, but he still taught you.”

“It is fine.”

At Count's instructions, Jamie approached Hamilton.

Hamilton looked at the young master and smiled. And soon took the posture of the instructor.

“Trainee!”

“Yes!”

“This instructor's training will be completed as of today!”

“Yes!”

Everyone's attention focused on them as they shouted.

The Count watched it with delighted eyes.

“The trainee performed the instructor's training diligently and perfectly.”

“Yes!”

“So the trainee is eligible.”

“Yes… eligible?”

“The trainee is still a trainee to the instructor! Why did you speak?!”

“Yes!”

Jamie exclaimed vigorously.

Hamilton smiled and took off his red hat and glasses and put them on Jamie.

“This is a gift from the instructor to the trainee who successfully completed the training.”

“Thank you.”

“Even the instructor isn't familiar with the sword of Futility Divide, but it will definitely be a more difficult course than this.”

“There will be no problem!”

“Good posture!”

“Yes!”

“I hope you grow into a good knight in the future!”

“I learned a lot from you!”

“I learned a lot too, young master.”

Hamilton, who always had a stiff expression, smiled softly at Jamie.

“Please be well in the future, Sir Leonardo.”

And they held each other's hands and waved.

Short but intense three days.

These three days were very special to Jamie, who had many experiences since his previous life. He would keep this memory engraved in his heart for the rest of his lie.

Hamilton smiled and announced the end of training.

“Disperse!”

Chapter end