The Book Eating Magician - chapter-343
‘Pledge? Transcendent? Furthermore, not allowed in the swamp?’
As words, of which he couldn’t understand the context, poured out,
Theodore inwardly estimated the power of the dragon. The superiority of
power was a great variable in any situation. However, Theodore was soon
forced to gulp. ‘Damn, a monster. He is literally on a different
At first glance, the dragon was far stronger than the hydra. The dragon
wasn’t a Desertio-level presence, but he was at least an ancient
monster. He had stopped Abraxas with simple Dragon Words. If he wanted to
hurt the three people, he would be able to temporarily seal Theodore’s
The dragon hadn’t done this, so Theodore scattered the spell he had
completed. He felt that this could be solved with words rather than
“Huh? Something is strange. Wait a minute.” At this moment, the
dragon looked at Theodore with wide eyes. “You aren’t transcendent?
Your spirit is high, but it isn’t over the limit. It seems you are at
the boundary? It is interesting that you have a transcendental spirit.”
The red dragon didn’t ask for an answer because he could see through
everything. After realizing Theodore’s abilities, the red dragon made a
strange expression and then closed his eyes like he was thinking.
However, there was someone who interfered with his silence.
[Kuaaaaaah! I will get rid of you! Tear you into hundreds of pieces!] The
hydra finally shook off the mud hands.
The snake overturned the ground in a violent manner and was able to smash
the solid clay. Its tail dug into the ground as its six heads roared.
This was an ignorant destructive force. As Theodore’s group regained
his vigilance, the red dragon opened his mouth and spoke in a low voice,
The hydra’s frenzied body stiffened. […Yes?]
“Shut up before you make me angry.”
“I don’t want to say it twice.”
The hydra became aware of the irritation in the voice of the red dragon,
Brasmati, and fell silent. There was a clear hierarchical relationship
between them. Despite the difference in strength, there was a strange
relationship between the dragon and endangered creature. Didn’t it seem
like Red Dragon Brasmati and the hydra were working together?
‘My guess may be right, but let’s put it on hold for the moment.’
There were so many problems before Theodore that he couldn’t afford to
worry about anymore. Theodore had to prioritize his thoughts while
waiting for Brasmati to open his mouth. Randolph and Titania were also
aware of the identity of their opponent and held their breaths.
“Ah,” Brasmati soon spoke. “I just thought of something. Was it
you? Aquilo, she said she has a blood contract with a human magician.”
“I suppose your body odor is familiar because of Aquilo’s blood? It
is mixed in with the smell of another… that I don’t know.”
Theodore remembered the face of his lover. Was Veronica, a quarter dragon
who had inherited the blood of a red dragon, related to Brasmati somehow?
However, Theodore didn’t speak his thoughts.
Even if the dragon before him really was closely related to her, it
wouldn’t be strange if Theodore didn’t know about him. Theodore and
Veronica were lovers, so he knew Veronica had an unhappy childhood
because her grandfather, the dragon, hadn’t taken care of her at all.
‘…Dragons are a species who don’t care about blood relations.’
Theodore knew this, but he couldn’t stop his gaze from becoming colder.
If this dragon was one of those who had made Veronica suffer, then an
unnecessary hostility would emerge.
It was much better to pretend not to know anything.
“Well, good. You wouldn’t have made the pledge since you aren’t a
transcendent,” Brasmati spoke without any consideration toward
Theodore. “There are two options for you. If you were an outsider, I
would’ve driven you out already. But you have Aquilo’s blood, meaning
you are no longer an outsider.”
“What are the choices?”
“One, give up on moving forward and go back in good health. Stop
searching the areas you haven’t reached yet.” Brasmati looked at them
with calm eyes. There was no malice in his gaze, but neither was there a
liking toward them. It was a dull gaze with no interest on whether
Then he shrugged and warned them lightly, “There is no reason to stop
mortals from staying, but I can’t let you act as a variable. If you
dare move forward, I will stop you will be own strength.”
“…Then what is the second choice?”
“Heh, you are wise.”
Theodore didn’t think he would die. However, it was true that the odds
were slim. A dragon approached the area beyond the framework of life and
was almost comparable to a god. The risk for a fight without any merits
was ridiculously huge. It was a situation with a 70% chance of
collapsing, a 20% of getting annihilated, and a 10% chance of having one
or two deaths. In such a situation, there was no reason to fight.
“Secondly, come with me to the middle of the swamp and cooperate with
our work. If you do, I will allow you to move forward and promise a
reward equivalent to your merit.”
“…Can I know the situation before choosing?”
“No. If you were another person, you would’ve been sent back
regardless of your capabilities. Now, make your choice.”
Theodore shut up at Brasmati’s words. Brasmati didn’t want an 8th
circle magician. He wanted a ‘competent magician linked to Aquilo.’
According to the information he’d gathered before heading to the swamp,
there were at least five dragons gathered here. Assuming there were two
or three on the same level as Brasmati, Theodore wouldn’t be able to
endure it. What was the problem that they couldn’t disclose it yet had
to ask for his cooperation?
‘The situation is serious enough that the dragons on the continent have
gathered together. It is also so secret they have to stop the
intervention of other species.’
Even without his super sensitivity, he could tell that the future would
change dramatically depending on the choice he made here. To step back
without obtaining anything or take the risk and move forward… The
greatest magician in this age stood at the crossroads where no magician
* * *
“First, let me explain the pledge related to the swamp.”
Once they started moving, Red Dragon Brasmati explained the history that
they didn’t know.
It was a story that of what happened thousands of years ago.
In the latter half of the Age of Mythology, many superpowers and
high-grade species had existed all over the world, even though it
wasn’t comparable to the peak of the period. During that time, the
swamp didn’t reject civilization like it did now, nor was it a place
where mutated creatures lived. More than 100 demonic energy sites had
been sealed by strong hands, and the southern part of the continent had
once been the most prosperous tourist spot in the continent.
Then the destruction started suddenly one day.
“13 transcendents living on the southern continent died in one day. The
causes of death consisted of heart attack, brain death, respiratory
arrest, and so on. The people who would live even when thrown out into
the universe were wiped out. At first, we thought a demon king had
“…That wasn’t the case?”
“No, it would be easy to kill if a demon king had been summoned.”
For a demon king to be treated as a wild beast from another dimension…
Theodore made a frightened expression.
After all, Nídhöggur was in the category of a demon king. He was a
transcendent who could turn the horizon upside down with a single flap of
the wings and who had induced the onset of darkness with a single
command. Yet, in the Age of Mythology, even demon kings had been subject
to subjugation. They would descend once a century and be defeated.
‘There is something more dangerous and difficult than a demon king? A
great demon king?’ Theodore was mumbling these words in his mind.
It was then when Brasmati stopped walking and looked back. From here on
out, he cut to the chase.
“A grimoire. One grimoire ate more than a dozen transcendents at the
end of the Age of Mythology. When we became aware of its existence, we
sealed it with the help of a safe and over 40 people.”
Theodore’s expression became blank. He knew the power of a grimoire,
but he didn’t know of a grimoire that could eat a dozen transcendents.
He couldn’t help raising his voice, “If the transcendents really died
that way, isn’t it a disaster for the continent? Why wasn’t such a
“There are three major reasons.” The hot and damp air stirred around
Brasmati. “One, only transcendents, not mortals, died. It was a raid
only on transcendents… Although, the word ‘raid’ is also strange.
It is more suitable to say transition.”
“Two, we covered up the history. If someone got their hands on a
grimoire that could threaten transcendents, it could jeopardize the
world. The hydra is a guardian we prepared a long time ago. Transcendents
don’t enter this swamp, and the hydra can easily beat mortals.”
The three people looked at each other with confused faces at this wave of
The unknown land, the southern swamp that had been unexplored for
thousands of years… It was an area where people had once flourished,
and the cause of the swamp’s current state was a grimoire. Any
historians who heard this would have a defining moment of their career.
“Then why doesn’t the hydra have any practical experience?”
“There are rarely any strong people who aren’t transcendents. Most of
them can be defeated with just its poison and body, so it didn’t feel
the need to sharpen its combat skills.”
“Then the third reason?”
Brasmati went silent for a moment. Then he replied with a stiff
expression without looking back, “It is simple.”
Only a dragon could intervene with this seal.
“The grimoire can’t be described by any means other than
The meaning of his words was vague, but Brasmati didn’t explain any
further. No, he arrived at his destination before he could say any more.
“We’re here. I will tell you the rest after the introductions.”
As Brasmati spoke, Theodore felt a shadow over his face. Someone was
approaching from above them. The approach didn’t involve an enemy, so
Theodore’s reaction rate was slightly slow. He barely raised his eyes
when something white and blue pounced on him.
“―Boy!” Theodore’s face was deeply buried in something. “Did
you come to pick me up? I thought you abandoned me after calling a few
times. I’m sorry I misunderstood.”
“Uh, your voice is coming from my chest, not my mind? You have grown
since I last saw you, Boy.”
“Uup, let me go, puhaah!” Theodore barely managed to escape from the
slender beauty, stepping away from Aquilo with a reddened face.
A few years wasn’t a long time for a dragon who lived for thousands of
years, but her welcome was more excited than he had thought it would be.
She’d grabbed his neck and buried his face in her chest. The reddening
of his face was caused by his breath being blocked, not because of
Aquilo’s smell or texture… probably.
“It has been a while. I didn’t know we would be reunited here.”
Aquilo grinned at Theodore’s serious tone. “Really? I knew you would
“What does that mean?”
“From now on, you will know. Our last lord is waiting for you.”
Facing Theodore’s wide eyes, the dragon of the sea laughed at him.
“Yes, the dragon lord. Don’t you know about it?”
That’s right. It was impossible not to know.