CH 107

It was hundreds of years ago that Wiz grasped reality.

[“What can a spirit of knowledge do in a world inhabited by undead monsters?”]

[“From what I’ve heard, he hasn’t met a strong master yet, so he’s never given a blessing.”]

[“Knowledge? A powerful master would have his servants find out all that stuff. You don’t have to sign a contract with the spirit…”]

When the four spirits, who have contracted with high-ranking nobles for generations, asked such a question, Wiz answered in a slightly arrogant tone.

[“Knowledge and wisdom are the greatest power. Those who receive my blessing will be able to win victory and respect without slaughter.”]

However, none of those with high authority wanted to make a contract with him.

‘If you have knowledge, you will have more than if you have strength. Tsk.’

In the meantime, his wise masters were forced to give away many things to those with more power.

First the specialties of the mansion.

Then parts of the territory and power.

Watching his master lose so much, even their lives, Wiz finally realized.

knowledge and wisdom. That it is an absurdly difficult tool for the powerless to use.

[“The reason why high-ranking nobles choose the four spirits…It’s simple: when you have the power to smash everything, you don’t have to think.”]

[“ah…”]

[“In the first place, knowledge and wisdom are for weaklings to maximize efficiency at a minimal cost.”]

[“….”]

[“If you don’t want to become slaves, you need a lot of strength, that’s why people of high status choose us from generation to generation.”]

The words of the fire spirit, who spoke in an arrogant voice, were true without an inch of lies.

Wiz lost all confidence after that.

‘It would be better if the blessings I gave could strengthen the owners.’

The wise masters Wiz served avoided fighting for many reasons.

[“I protected my family by staying out of the capital’s politics.”]

[“Fighting and trampling was bad and it was also stupid.”]

So were the tendencies of the owners.

However, Wiz seemed to think it was his fault that the masters were increasingly being pushed from the center to the borders.

‘I hope that someone who will rule with wisdom and knowledge as a weapon will appear, not a tyrant who seizes everyone with great power and fear.’

It was with this hope that Wiz entered Baron Holt’s library.

The inquisitive bloodlines of the Baron Holt family delighted him.

Wiz waited a long time defending the family with a small amount of power.

And at the end of the wait…

* * *

“Wiz! What happened? I heard a voice while putting the children to sleep, so I came here.”

It was the voice of his master, Frey.

Wiz, who had been locked in the spirit world for days to bless Frey, finally returned to reality.

He was able to read information about her even though his vision was blurry due to the practice which made him run out of breath.

Frey Prause. A member of the imperial family with strong divine power.

Daughter of the emperor and wife of Grand Duke Daniel Prause, the Transcendentalist.

And… a person who has received his first blessing.

“Master, can you feel it?”

“Hmm, what Wiz says echoes softly in my head as well.”

“Other than that?”

Wiz asked with a face full of expectations more than ever.

Frey was a little embarrassed.

‘If you’re so excited, it’s like I’m supposed to be able to see something right now!’

When Frey hesitated, Wiz took off his glasses and wiped them off, making a sad face.

“It’s okay, master. They say it takes several months for those who have received the blessings of the spirits to master the blessings.”

“Shall we go to a place with a lot of people and try it for now?”

Frey left the room with Wiz, who was acting like the main character of a broken-hearted cartoon.

While the castle’s employees and knights were busy moving, there was Daniel who just returned from watching the knights’ training.

Frey opened her eyes lightly.

‘The blessing I was able to receive from Wiz in the game is definitely….’

As she concentrated, Wiz’s magic swept around her once.

Frey muttered an incantation.

‘Accept the power of Wiz, the spirit of knowledge that I have contracted with, and order <Alignment>.’

In an instant, something like a game special effect caught her eye.

Wiz’s magic seemed to overflow in every vein.

‘alignment’, I was able to align the objects according to the criteria I wanted.’

In the game, it was a blessing that was very useful when classifying items.

Frey also wanted to see how she could use that blessing in real life.

‘I want to know which of these things people crave the most.’

Wiz’s magical power swept all over the place once more.

This time, Frey found what she was looking for.

“Frey, why are you looking at me like that?”

The Wiz’s magic shimmered over Daniel Prause’s face.

Even over his body, Wiz’s magic shone brightly.

‘As expected, everyone is crazy about Daniel’s face and body.’

What was amazing was that even a nice sword he was wearing shone.

Frey was able to draw conclusions.

‘The criteria for alignment doesn’t have to be objective.’

The range of the alignment is within the field of vision.

It didn’t seem to matter if the target was a thing or a person.

‘Considering Wiz’s magical power, I can use the blessing about once a day.’

After grasping, she gently closed her eyes and opened them.

Wiz’s magical power, which had been floating like fireflies, quickly disappeared, and only Daniel’s face was visible.

She answered him with a question.

“Do you know how many people desire your face and body, Daniel?”

“….!”

Then, his cheeks, which had been calm even during swordsmanship sparring, were instantly flushed with blood.

Frey rolled her eyes and smiled as she approached him.

Daniel had obviously been training for the battles of the flag in a few days, so she thought she’d ask him a few questions.

“….”

Wiz watched Frey’s back as she moved away, and calmed his heart.

‘To use a blessing that other masters couldn’t even accept properly, and to use it so naturally from the start…..’

In addition, she didn’t seem to feel any constraints after using ‘alignment’.

Rather, she seemed to be thinking of using her new ability in her next move.

‘Finally…’

Wiz seemed to know why his heart was suddenly sinking.

He suddenly remembered a thought he had buried deep in his heart a long time ago.

[I hope that someone who will rule with wisdom and knowledge as a weapon will appear, not a tyrant who dominates everyone with great power and fear.]

* * *

“The battle for the flag is no joke, so take it seriously.”

On the morning of the battle for the flag.

From early in the morning, Luke put on his uniform and inspected the knights.

“Oh, my god. Sir Luke looked so serious.”

“I don’t think he looked like that when he went out to fight undead monsters.”

“It’s the first time I’ve ever seen Sir Luke wear a cloak.”

Luke smiled as he watched the knights talking about him.

“Sounds natural. When dealing with undead monsters, it’s either I get hurt or I get killed.”

“If you think so, isn’t the Battle of the Flag better? If you use a wooden sword, you won’t die.”

“In the Battle of the Flag, whether we win or lose, they will use it as a yardstick to judge us, So get ready quickly.”

“yes!”

Luke urged the knights to participate in the skirmish, wielding a wooden sword that had been supplied in advance.

There is another reason why Luke is more serious than usual.

‘To make up for the points lost to Her Highness the Grand Duchess…!’

It didn’t take long for Prause’s elite knights to line up in the lobby mansion.

“Has everyone gathered?”

Daniel was also dressed in uniform to observe the battle of the flag.

He calmly examined Prause’s condition.

Half of them were elite knights he’d trained by hand whenever he had time.

The other half were wizards who had been recruited in response to Frey’s plan.

Luke and Vikram stood at the front of the line.

Receiving his master’s gaze, Luke bowed his head politely and said,

“I will do my best not to damage the honor of Prause, my future master.”

“Good.”

Daniel naturally tried to reach Luke’s head.

The wizards who saw the scene for the first time tilted their heads and whispered.

“Is it a Prause tradition to stroke the heads of knights who are about to go to war?”

“No, His Highness is trying to see Sir Luke’s future, and Luke said earlier that he is the master of the future.”

It was Prause’s tradition that the Grand Duke looked into the future of his subordinates.

Wizards came to a simple conclusion.

“Then shouldn’t sir Vikram also show the future?”

“We belong to Prause anyway.”

“is that so?”

Vikram, whose back was pushed, bowed his head as Luke did.

“I come for the money. I would be grateful if you could look into my future as well.”

But why.

“Yes. I’ll take a look at your future….first to make sure you don’t do anything disloyal.”

As if the Grand duke had been waiting, he reached out his hand to Vikram first.