In a sense, the arrival of Isabella and Seviala was a good thing for Rorschach.
They brought news from afar, so at least he didn't have to worry about that side. The arrival of the two mages also eased Rorschach's tense lack of manpower.
"Ha, you're that idiot who challenged a grade-8 archmage when he was just grade-5?"
Seviala laughed out loud directly, not giving Rorschach any face at all.
"… Don't say that, I should say that he's very courageous …"
His girlfriend gave him a little face, yep, a little.
"… A very courageous warrior. Yep, failure is success's mother anyway, so it's okay to fail a few more times. Anyway, the one who died is your apprentice, not you, and the embarrassing thing is your fake identity."
Morton, who was trying his best to reduce his presence as a bystander, couldn't sit still anymore. Hey, hey, hey, this isn't right.
"Sit down, adults are talking, children should shut up!"
Rorschach glared at him and suppressed him. After teaching some things in this half a month, Rorschach seemed to have some authority as a teacher.
"Rorschach, don't tell me you don't know the gap between grade-8 and grade-5. Grade-5 mages are indeed powerful, but grade-8 mages are ruthless characters who can be the pillars of power in the Outer Realms and other worlds. The combat power of existences at this level can indeed be looked at by research results rather than by rank, but that's because they can simply take out something that can cause a crushing defeat to those below them."
Rorschach certainly understood that. Rorschach didn't have the opportunity to know how powerful high-level mages were, but Lori didn't either.
Rorschach already knew from Lori that she had learned magic under the tutelage of two archmages since she was a child. The so-called magic genius was only accumulated enough, and his parents seemed to have once been the world's most powerful spellcasters.
In his long years as a Descender, Rorschach, who was on the other end of the phone call 24/7, had already lost count of how many times Lori nagged and lectured him. What he heard most was probably, "If I hadn't been so reckless back then and listened to my parents, I wouldn't have ended up in this situation."
While feeling his sister's regret, Rorschach also indirectly obtained his parents' magic knowledge and inheritance from her. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to decipher the Divine Equipment Magic Book (Book of Ten Thousand Souls) so smoothly.
Rorschach was well aware of how powerful an Advanced Magician was.
It was really a different world where you could do whatever you wanted with money — you could do whatever you wanted with magic power.
Mages were a scholarly job class that analyzed the rules and pursued the truth. The difference between mages and scientists was that mages were able to use magic to transform their research results into actual threats. Scientists and scientists had to be limited by industrial technology and money (mages had their limits as well).
In comparison, mages were like scientists with no limits. They could create atomic bombs and spread biochemical viruses with their bare hands. They also had magic power and divine power, these incredible universal energy sources. It was impossible to estimate what kind of tricks they could play.
Even if Irwin didn't have any outrageous research results, a grade-8 existence must have some results to successfully advance. It was impossible to count on him being useless.
"… Yeah, I know. In a normal duel, I can't compare to a grade-8 mage. The gap between the two of us is even greater than that between a dragon and a baby. But this isn't a normal duel either. The ones on the field are this kid and the apprentice on the opposite side. No matter how shameless he is, he wouldn't send a grade-5 mage. Then, I have a chance of winning."
Rorschach looked back at Morton. He was stuck in a flower pot, his whole body twitching non-stop. There seemed to be strips shuttling back and forth under his skin. The eyes of his skin were green, yellow, and red. Most of the hair on his head had fallen off and was beginning to grow green leaves.
"… This little brother is a little disgusting."
Seviala's words made Morton glare at her, but then he could only smile helplessly.
He knew that this was the truth, and coming to this point was only his own choice.
His current appearance was already very far from that of a human. Rorschach didn't have any means of relieving pain, and his healing ability was also greatly reduced at this time. Morton himself didn't know how he was holding on.
"Hatred is really an interesting thing. Morton, your apprentice trial period is over. You are now an official apprentice of I, Rorschach L. Harloys. "
Hearing the words he had dreamed of all of a sudden, Morton didn't react.
He was stunned, and in the next moment, two lines of tears silently fell.
As Rorschach said, hatred was really an interesting thing. Morton clearly knew that he was just a passer-by, and this apprentice trial on account of feelings had a 99% chance of failure … No matter how good Morton's performance was, as long as a foreign grade-5 mage was rational, he wouldn't make an enemy of a grade-8 mage for an outsider.
And Morton also knew that even if Rorschach, a grade-5 mage, was stupid enough to make an enemy of the grade-8 Erwin, the possibility of being crushed by the other party was more than 99%, and he still had no chance of revenge.
In theory, the smoothest development for himself was to drag the other party down with him and die together.
"… I … bastard, master …"
Morton felt that he was despicable, selfish, and stupid, but … he had no other choice, no other possibility, and it was even more impossible for him to watch his enemy live in front of him like this.
"… Sorry … Thank you … I mean … the corpse."
The reckless words didn't form into words, but Rorschach could understand the meaning behind them.
The pain of losing a loved one, the hatred that was painstakingly etched in the heart, the despair of seeing the enemy in front of you, but unable, daring, and unable to take revenge, made people live like walking corpses, and it was better to just end it like this.
The fire of hatred in the chest couldn't be extinguished by time, it would only burn deeper and deeper with time, and the more it burned, the more painful it would be. In the end, the whole head would be filled with raging flames, and the whole person would be dizzy from the fire of hatred, unable to think at all.
Perhaps, Morton was able to endure this transformation that was enough to kill a living person because he was already a living dead.
The bones were burned to ashes by hatred, and the body was already a walking corpse with only instincts.
At this moment, Rorschach smiled.
He never thought of himself as a good person, and used Morton more than sympathized with him.
His real enemy was far stronger than that grade-8 mage, so he would just treat this as a prelude and rehearsal for revenge.
Lori and the others thought that he didn't find out? Hehe, how could that be, it was just that there was no possibility of revenge before, but now, he could start thinking about it …
"Alright, kid, just use this hatred as the motivation to live, the next transformation will be even harder. Damn it, if only the laboratory was bigger, there are many transformations that can't be carried out here. "
And as a bystander, Seviala was a little frightened, it was the first time she saw such a terrifying side of the youth, and subconsciously hugged the blanket and shrank into the corner.
But Isabella suddenly smiled, there was pride and satisfaction in that smile that came from who knows where.
"Rorschach, you still lack a laboratory? Didn't you receive a gift from that lord? "
"… You know, oh, right, you came from that side, it would be strange if you didn't know. Don't mention it, the key from 20 years ago has long lost its magic power. "
"You don't know how to charge it."
Rorschach pursed his lips, he also wanted to charge it, but he didn't have any money to play with.
He was just about to turn around and explain to them, but the moment he turned his head, he was stunned.
In Isabella's open hands, two huge magic crystals were shining brightly. The magic power contained in them could easily blow up the entire street into the sky.
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