137 Fig. 45. Big Picture (2)

Kidad Hall's residence was solitaryly located in the woods far from the main street.

A decent brick house seems to be no different from a family house, but it is a hideout for a wizard with all kinds of magical research facilities in the basement research facilities.

It is the first time that Kidd has allowed others to visit here.

With the gin sitting on the living room table, the kiddard trumpeted the tea leaves.

'What the hell is going on here, Hister! Besides, if you've even had to take over the mana, this child must be the owner of a complete mana...…!’

Pit-a-pat, Kidad's hand holding the teapot was shaking slightly. Jean, on the other hand, sat with her back straight and calmly waited for him.

A heaster.

A rare magical family that once threatened a jipple as a magic trick in the 1400-1500s.

And, as always, the name that was eventually defeated by the Jipple and erased from history. Now they can't even find related books, and their brilliant magic is completely lost.

Kidd knew the name and the great magic they had achieved.

'When I was serving as the higher education magic institution of the Giffle, it was a secret book that I had only been to once. The short history of the Hester family that we saw there......it was no different from the dreams of all the wizards.’

Since then, Kidd has been studying the Heaster for a while. He traveled to academies and auction houses around the world to buy traces of the heaster that Gipple had not recovered.

Artifacts, magic books, and even the little things believed to have been used by the hysterics.

It was all rubbish. The real exhausts with high magical value or their minds were all contained in the Zipple's classified material.

But a few years ago, there was only one magic book miraculously obtained in the small country of Hufester.

It perfected Kidd's unique magic, which he himself called the "reverse world." It was filled with a piece of the magic essence of the counter-current world that had not been found even after reaching nine stars.

'Kidad, how will you prove that I'm a hysteric now, and if you prove it, how will you coax me into being your disciple? He's in a hurry, he's going crazy. Just as I did to my teacher.'

Jean nodded lightly as Kidd brought out the teacup.

"Thank you, Mr. Amel."

"If I had known you were the last survivor of the Heaster......you wouldn't have been so rough. At first, I thought you were the bastard of Kellyak, or a student of another sorcerer.”

"To be honest, I didn't want to reveal my last name. I was going to hide it for the rest of my life. It's very likely that you'll die a dog. You know about my family, so I don't have to tell you why.….”

"Ah, yes. I'm well......as soon as your presence is known to the Zipple, you will never survive."

"......but you won't hand me over to the Zipple. If that were the case, I wouldn't have had to offer you such a fragrant tea. I don't know much about tea, but it's a great scent to feel."

Kidd smiled gently.

"Hoo-hoo, I don't think it's long since you learned the secret of birth. Do you know how much your ransom is set by Gipple?"

"I don't know."

"At least a million gold coins. Besides, you've been handed down to mana, which will be ten times as much.”

Pooh!

Jean spewed out the tea she was deliberately holding.

"Huh... ..I'm sorry. It doesn't even feel real. If it's ten million... it'll be a long way off if I'm done with the storage of the Queen Meltador."

It was really amazing. That means the reward for the teacher in his previous life was that much.

"10 million gold coins. Hard money to spend until this old man dies. It's not a brick house, it's a good money to buy an island and turn it into a lab. So there's no reason not to sell you off."

"Um."

"I mean, your destiny is completely within my grasp. My real name was Kidad Hall, and I was notoriously famous for being on nine before you were born."

"You're the Kiddard of the Backflow......You mean a hall?"

Kidard smiled contentedly.

"Do you know my name? I've never been very active in your time."

The kidad showed a lump of mana in his grasp.

Keying, Keying! It was the starting form of a back-flow system magic symbolizing the mana that rotates like a whirlpool and causes sharp noise, and the kidad in its heyday.

"Since I became a magician, it was Kidd who I respected the most in my heart. You don't know how many times I've read the books related to Kiddad while I was studying."

"Why?"

"Kidad, unlike me, did not hide his abilities or hide from the jipple."

"Ooho."

"Even though I realized my strength and potential, I had graduated from the magic school in Meltador and decided to live the life of an ordinary low-level wizard. I didn't think anyone would recognize my talent there.”

a fifth class, not even a third class Kiddard's assessment of the Meltador Magic School was cool and accurate. It is a school where faculty members stay only four or five years.

"Certainly... ...the scum of the Meltador didn't recognize you. You were going to keep your breath. Yeah, I get it. I, too, had such worries at one point for fear that my talent would be trampled on by the jipple, so you, a hysteric, would have been more so."

Jean swallowed a laugh in her heart.

Kiddard was a man who somehow managed to beg the jipple until he achieved the "reverse world" magic. It was only after establishing the counter-current magic that he began to distance himself from the jipple.

"But Kidd ended up with a nine-star mission. Without the support of the Gipple. By comparison, I...... you're telling me everything. It's not enough to hide my personal information somehow. Actually, I'm a little thrilled right now."

"What is touching?"

"Think about it. While I was on my way to hide from the jipple, I literally happened to meet Kidd. And Kidd is doing me a favor."

"Goodwill! Why do you think so? I could knock you out in three seconds and sell you to the Jeeple. Ten million, ten million."

"If Kiddard had been blinded by money, he would have already had a spot in Jipple or Beaumont. You must have been their authority, enjoying the wealth and honor of all the wizards.”

Jean, who had chosen a word for a while, opened her mouth again.

"But you didn't, you've always kept a certain distance from them for your comfort. The character I felt in the book, Kidad Hall, is a strong man who has kept his focus and belief in magic without a strong background. That's it."

From one to ten.

There was nothing I didn't like. As the conversation continued, Kiddad was becoming more and more fascinated by Jean.

Not because he's good at flattery. His eyes are not intimidated even in front of his life-threatening opponent, and his eyes are somewhat dignified look.

Such things were captivating Kidd's heart. To be exact, he was captivating his desire for 'posterity'.

'Melta-Door Magic School? It's a world-class entry that can't be left to rot in such a fifth class! And that imposing gaze of a strong, firm inner man, a boy who has what I dreamed of in my youth...….’

There was a long silence.

It was because Kidd needed time to suppress his emotions.

'I've never dreamed of dreaming of a magical family of my own. However, how many years did he waste in searching for a successor?’

If this is a coincidence, the sky has given a gift to a human life called Kidad.

It was a fate that would never happen again.

Kidd, who thought so, was already convinced that Jin was the last winner of the Hysterics, but there was nothing wrong with being sure.

Kei...!

Kidd looked straight at Jean, raising the mana he had formed in his grasp.

"From now on, you must prove to me that you are a real heaster. And then you'll have to make one choice."

"......what choice is it?"

"I'll prove it and let you know. Show me, proof that you're a heaster. Good supplies, good abilities."

I took a book out of a worn leather bag.

"This is a magic book that the mercenary leader who raised me told me the secret of my birth. He's one of my ancestors, Schuester. But we don't know exactly who."

"Give it to me!"

When Kiddad reached out his hand reflexively, Jean shook her head.

"I can show you, but not touch."

"What?"

"I swore an oath to myself. This book, even if I die, won't let anyone else touch it without my permission. Take a look from afar. Unless you're going to kill me."

The prearranged lines touched Kidd's chest. I couldn't even think of myself as impudent. The leadership of the conversation had already been handed over to Jin.

"Okay... ...you open it up and show it yourself, then."

Sreuk, sreuk, sreuk......... Kiddad's mouth was opening little by little every time Jean turned the page by page.

'This cryptosystem, it's a real Heaster's magic book!’

Soon after Jean covered the wizard, she heard the sound of her appetite again.

"I'm sixteen years old, and you know, I have seven-star horsepower. The mana from the battleground is only available to pure blood hysterics with a full horsepower.”

"You said you were raised in the hands of the mercenary general, do you know what a total horsepower is? It's a lost word, even in history."

"I went to the battlefield and found out. As soon as I got in there, all kinds of recording magic unfolded and taught me what a complete magical body is. And he said the qualifications were met, and he passed on the horse power. I can't prove it."

"Gi, record magic! I've even experienced that.…!?”

The reason why the Jipple destroyed the Hysterics was because their potential was threatening the Jipple.

The biggest was due to the unique 'record magic' of the heaster. Giflor, who is good at manipulating history as he wishes, had no choice but to be a thorn in Hyster's recording magic.

It's a novelty itself that is more like a brilliant civilization than magic, which even the geniuses of Jipple cannot imitate.

"Is this enough proof? Mr. Kidard."

"Who's the mercenary leader who raised you?"

"This is a mercenary named Oakley Ben in the southern part of the kingdom of Shucheron. He ran a small mercenary group called the Grey Owl, all of which...... murdered by a Zipple. He died trying to save me, so I came to Meltador so that their sacrifice would not be in vain."

Jean, who smiles bitterly and puts her eyes down.

All the lies he was telling, were what his teacher had actually been through. The teacher, who would now be 14, would probably be crying every night, missing the grey owls by now.

'You're taking advantage of your pain for my revenge, I'm sorry. Master, when I see you again, I will repay my debt until the day I die.’

Kidd let out a sigh.

"......okay, it's been proven that you're a heaster. Then make a choice."

"Speak."

"Do you want to live a meaningless life as an ordinary wizard of Meltador, or do you want to leave that name in history after the name of the countercurrent?"

When Jean whispered back, Kiddad shook his clenched fist.