Drug-Eating Genius Mage

The day after I exchanged greetings with Aris, who returned from the first day of the conference with an exhausted face.

Unlike the first day, where only theoretical discussions were held, today is the day when practical verification is directly conducted.

Naturally, Lennok also followed Aris to the demonstration site.

“Take a good look.”

She whispered softly so that no one else could hear.

“Luckily, the topic of discussion at this conference is also related to the application of fairly high-level magic, so there must be something to learn theoretically.”

“I also heard what the theme of the conference was.”

Demonstration and verification of techniques to maximize the ability to dominate the battlefield.

That was the theme of this conference.

When he first heard it, he had no idea, but after meeting the new lighthouse keeper in Phillenom yesterday, Lenok’s view of the conference was a little different.

Of course, the place where the conference was held was between the Balkans and the Dominion.

And if that theme is also the implementation of a magic formula based on control of the battlefield.

Wouldn’t it be correct to think that this is a kind of signal sent by the Balkans and their friendly forces to the Dominion?

“By the way, Professor Richellen is also a big deal.”

While they were lost in thought, the wizard who was walking next to Lennok and Aris spoke to them.

A middle-aged woman with a sharp impression. The mana emanating from the body is also unusual.

Wizard of at least 5th level. It was a level that was overflowing to listen to the voice of an expert in one field.

She looked at Lennok, who was quietly walking behind Aris, with sharp eyes.

“To say that the one you brought to this conference is a young friend who seems to have just awakened his magic… Do you mean something else?”

“…..Director of the Bayla Lab. I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“I understand Professor Richellen’s feelings, but I’d like to stop giving him useless hope by taking his hopeless friend with him.”

Aris’s eyes sank coldly at the opponent’s words without hesitation.

“………”

“I heard that it’s already been two years since you haven’t hired a new researcher into your lab… You should stop showing useless mercy to the students.”

The other person is also a person who has risen in a family in a similar position to Aris, so his words and actions are unstoppable.

From pointing out Aris’ actions, every word she spoke was very straightforward.

It seems that he knows that Aris is a pretty good person, having known her for a while.

At first glance, he seems bruised, but if you think about it backwards, he seems to be worried about Aris.

“It is such a waste of time for that talent to be consumed in mind. I heard that they keep calling you even at Sinclair’s Magic Tower. Why don’t you stop being stubborn and return?”

“Thank you for your words, but…”

“I hope the friend who is standing in the back behind you will understand in moderation.”

Silence fell in the middle of the room at Bayla’s direct, piercing words.

The momentum of her words made it seem like she wanted to kick Lennok out of this place right away.

“………”

Lennok, instead of replying, passed away Bayla’s stare at him.

It can be a good person for some people, but it can also be a bad person for others.

She may have said this out of concern for Aris, but in Lennok’s eyes it was just a low-key argument.

Rather, Lennok became interested in the very alien magic flowing through her body.

An erratic flow, as if the nodes were cut here and there, distinctly different from other mages.

It is a flow of magical power that is impossible unless someone is somehow broken as a magician unless he has a unique constitution that he was born with.

While thinking about this and that, Aris slowly opened her mouth.

“Research Director. Evan is a researcher who I noticed his ability and invited him to enter my lab.”

“Are you a researcher?”

“The talent to be interested in and study magic is not necessarily given only to high-level wizards.”

“But that’s-”

“And I will never let my chosen one be insulted.”