Chapter 66

It wasn't difficult to inform Evelyn Marcia about the cooperation of the black mages.

The collaboration between the black mages of the practical school and the terrorist organization Falcion was a tricky issue for her as well, and in such a situation, the cooperation of the beneficent school could be an unexpected breakthrough.

However, it was unknown how they, who had been under the protection of Kroken, would obtain the permission of that tricky crocodile...

'That's not my concern.'

While stroking the ring hidden inside his coat collar, Renock thought.

Renock had been cooperating with Raoul solely to obtain clues about the onyx brooch and other legacies.

The well-being of the beneficent school black mages was something they had to find for themselves.

The tug-of-war between the agent and the demon hunter was strictly their responsibility.

'A very old wizard family's legacy...'

From the fact that Raoul readily handed over this item, which he had kept so carefully, one could guess the extent of his will to calm the situation.

If the deal was done, at least doing his best for what Raoul wished for was something Renock could do.

Renock immediately returned home and began examining the ring in his laboratory.

He extracted and struck, pressed, scratched, and squeezed all kinds of elemental magic.

As expected, the ring continued to emit only its characteristic, solid magic, showing no change at all.

"......"

But Renock did not give up and continued to control his magic, projecting it towards the ring.

'I can't stop here.'

He knew the magic flowing through this ring was special.

If the magic was this heterogeneous, it must be a precious item created through a transformation by a highly skilled wizard, or a trace of someone born with a different innate talent.

It also made sense that other wizards had not discovered anything special about this ring.

But Renock did not think his talent was the same as theirs.

He was not the type to lose his way just because of such a minor obstacle.

If he couldn't create it, he would just follow it.

The magical touch extending from Renock's hands thoroughly analyzed and absorbed the flow of magic surrounding the ring.

Transformation of magic's nature.

Hadn't he already succeeded once while reading Eden's research diary?

Although he hadn't yet fully integrated its power into his magic, it was sufficient as a foundation for attempting a new transformation.

Crack...!!!

Solid and intricate, yet without a single gap in the threads forming the flow of magic.

In an instant, a design of magical particles connecting to each other was drawn in Renock's mind.

His fingers naturally twitched and adjusted the magic according to the design.

Like flowing water that can change into any form, Renock's flexible magic gradually hardened and began to emit a red glow.

In response, the ring on the desk started to vibrate slightly.

Carefully adjusting the particles as if tuning a radio frequency, he attempted the transformation.

The moment his magical touch found the invisible keyhole, Renock's magic rapidly solidified.

The ring, directly exposed to that magic, emitted a bright red light and projected an unknown illusion into the air.

Whoosh!!

"....It's done."

If Raoul were to see this scene now, what expression would he have?

Could someone who could replicate the pattern and characteristics of magic just by a brief observation be called a wizard?

Even if the level of magic itself was one thing, the ability to adjust magic at the particle level was increasingly surpassing Renock's expectations and limits.

Considering that such a feat was only possible for grand mages of at least level 8, it meant that in terms of magic manipulation, Renock was on par with them.

In this city where one cannot see even a step ahead, only this could serve as a guiding light for Renock.

He could become stronger.

He could rise even higher.

Renock's face, rarely seen excited, suddenly cooled when he turned his head to confirm the illusion projected by the ring.

"......"

The illusion floating above the ring was the shape of a giant tree root.

Although it was unfamiliar, like something he had never seen before, Renock recognized this emblem.

He remembered that it was the same pattern as the tattoo under Craig's eye, the leader of the practical school black mages, whom he had first encountered on TV.

Since the word "legacy" was something he learned through black mages, he knew he had to delve into that side, but he didn't expect the connection to extend to the leader of another school.

It seemed that to find a clear clue about the legacy, he would have to seek answers from Craig.

"Ha...."

The road ahead is long, but at least it doesn't seem like he will wander aimlessly for too long.

After organizing what he needed to do in his mind, Renock sighed and sank into his chair.

His thin body, visible through his T-shirt, was particularly irksome today.

He felt he should do something more to take care of his health, but he was too busy fighting the fatigue that poured in every day when he returned home.

In the end, Renock, who had risen with a groan, poured two sleeping pills into his mouth and lay down.

Although there was still time before the next operation that Evelyn mentioned, he had no intention of staying cooped up at home.