I will be crowned king

[Dear Brother Anson Bach, when you read this letter, I hope you are sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, with a cup of coffee and a pipe in hand, because it is very likely that I wrote this to you. ’s longest letter. 】

[Because of my heart, my emotions, my rapid breathing and my heartbeat that is about to burst out of my chest...I...immediately rewrite or revise a letter, it is impossible for me at this moment. 】

[Auguste... is one of the oldest blood magic families that has existed for thousands of years, dating back to the era of the Three Old Gods! 】

Under the dim gas light, Anson, holding a cup of hand-ground coffee, raised his eyebrows in surprise as he looked at the exclamation point that almost cut through the paper.

Well, this is indeed big news and a very remarkable discovery, but... is it worth exciting a black mage to the point of losing his temper?

[Dear Anson, I know you must be as excited as me now. We are unveiling the mystery of a certain period of history; a family that was still influential around 300 BC and related to the oldest family in the Kingdom of Clovis. Rune's rival family was completely wiped out - there must be something unknown about it. 】

[But the real key lies not in the historical truth, but in the surname itself. 】

[What I am going to talk about next involves the deepest core secrets of the Old God Sect world. It is an area that most people in the world will never come into contact with. It is something that only a small part of us and our mortal enemies know. . 】

Deadly enemy?

Anson, who was stunned for a moment, immediately realized that he was talking about the Church of Order.

[Among the followers of the old gods, spellcasters are divided into three levels - yes, I believe that you who are serious and studious must still remember our lesson in the cafe and took notes, especially the five stages and missions. part. 】

After flipping through the letter with his right hand, Anson immediately took out the somewhat worn diary from his arms.

[When you understand what the path you are pursuing is, truly master the power of magic rather than simply using it, and understand the meaning of life and your mission, you... will at some point in time you will definitely feel that you have transcended the insurmountable. boundary and enter the next stage. 】

[You will transcend the category of 'human' and all known life forms and become another kind of 'existence'. 】

Another existence?

Anson put down the coffee cup he was holding. Listening to what the black mage meant, it seemed that "not a human being" was not just a patent of the blood mage?

[Even among the group of spellcasters, they are extremely rare existences, and because of their appearance, appearance... everything seen with the naked eye is meaningless to them; no one can determine their identity unless they actively admit it. 】

[Thousands of years ago, these spellcasters had the title of ‘Tutor’, which means ‘elder’ or ‘mentor’; now, they are called ‘blasphemous mages’ by our mortal enemies]

Anson's pupils shrank when he saw this, and he immediately remembered the image of the black mage wearing a top hat and monocle.

He can reveal his identity as a spellcaster in public, and can also lurk among the levies of Thunder Keep without leaving a trace under the name John Ness.

Does this prove that Mace Honard is also a "blasphemous mage"?

As Sophia Franz calls "the most famous and best spell caster in Clovis City", this is indeed not impossible; and the strength he has shown several times has clearly surpassed that of "ordinary spell casters" level; if he really "becomes another existence", it would not be a surprise.

After taking a sip of coffee, Anson continued reading:

[What even the blasphemous Church of Order may not understand is that there is another level above the 'blasphemy mage', a level that is extremely close to the three old gods, and may even have replaced the 'god'. 】

[They...are called 'apostles'. 】

[There are various legends about their existence. Most believe that they are the end of the Three Old Gods system, the incarnation of the will of the Three Old Gods, and possess the power of immortality, because there has never been a record of an apostle being killed. 】

[All records about the 'apostles' predate 600 BC, are few in number, and even if they exist, they are only in the form of fragments of testimony; the only thing that can accurately prove their existence is that these 'apostles' Almost every one of them has a very close connection with a certain 'family'. 】

[Yes, my dear Anson, I think you must have guessed it after seeing this... August, or the first generation August who founded this family, is an apostle of blood magic! 】

The excited text rushed out of the edge, leaving a huge ink spot on the letter paper; Anson could almost see Mace Honnard sitting at the desk trying his best to calm himself down, and the scrawled handwriting became again Neat and elegant:

[I can't describe my feelings at this moment in words. This is an unprecedented discovery - if all this is true, then 'August' will be the first fallen apostle in history. 】

[In the ancient dark ages, all groups of spellcasters existed in the form of families; then this blood magic family would hide secrets beyond our imagination. 】

[Dear Anson, this secret may open a door for us, a door to the top of magic! 】

Um? !

The moment his eyes fell on the last word, Anson suddenly felt a chill coming from the back of his neck.

Someone is in his study, directly behind him.

The alert Anson immediately tensed up, and with his clear mind, he began to think about the identity of the other party.

It was now half past ten in the evening, and Mrs. Bogner and Lisa had already gone back to the bedroom to sleep; a thief or robber would not be stupid enough to walk into a room where someone was occupied, let alone a study where the lights were still on.

Then the only people who would sneak in at this time are those who want to kill themselves.

Will it be the Guards?

Feeling the faint footsteps getting closer and closer behind him, the motionless Anson pretended to be natural and slowly put down the coffee cup in his right hand. His left thumb reached into the cuff and pressed the bayonet handle close to his wrist. .

Three steps, two steps, one step...

"Snapped!"

A cup of coffee was placed on Anson's table.

"Yo, Anson."

Anson, who looked stunned, turned his head, and Lisa, who was holding a tray in her arms, was smiling at him.

Before he could ask, the little girl with wide eyes explained first: "I just found out that you were not sleeping yet, so I went to the kitchen and poured you a cup of coffee."

"Mrs. Bogner said that a good girl must learn to make coffee."

make coffee?

After looking at the glass of dark cold water on the table, Anson tried to pick up the glass and put it in front of him to smell it, and then tried to shake the liquid in the glass, but remained completely motionless.

Well, this is a very thick cup of coffee.

Gently putting down the glass of liquid that looked like black mud, Anson looked at Lisa with a smile: "Well, it looks delicious, but it's a bit cold."

"Really?" Lisa smiled and narrowed her eyes:

“Then Lisa will heat it up for you?”

"No, no need!" Anson stopped her quickly and smiled stiffly:

"I haven't finished the cup in my hand yet. I'll just heat it up later."

"okay."

Lisa, who was a little disappointed, nodded towards Anson, turned around and walked out of the study with the tray in her arms.

"Lisa!"

Just when the little girl was about to step out of the room, she suddenly heard a call from behind her, her eyes lit up and she turned around:

"What's wrong?"

"...No, it's nothing." After a pause, Anson's face changed slightly and he raised the corner of his mouth:

"Good night."

"...Oh, good night Anson too."

The little girl was stunned for a moment and looked at him inexplicably, then turned and left silently.

Looking at Lisa's back, Anson, who felt a little complicated, decided that it would be better not to tell her about the "August" family for the time being.

Why did Mace Honard appear in Thunder Castle? Why was he so interested in the name August? Why did he search for the whereabouts of the Great Magic Book in Clovis City? Why was he so obsessed with the so-called 'The Big Plan', why as a spellcaster, why would you take risks and stay at St. Isaac's College as a professor of history...

Looking at the letter in my hand and the diary beside me, many things that I couldn't understand or didn't understand were finally explained.

Mace Honnard, what he desires is not the 'big plan' or the 'truth of history', he has been looking for a way to become an 'apostle'!

Of course, all this is just Anson's own speculation, and there is no concrete or even completely convincing evidence; even if it is true, he has no intention of intervening.

For the Church of Order and the Inquisition, their greatest "use value" at present is to hold clues about the "Black Mage"; letting the Black Mage reveal a certain degree of threat before the Storm Group truly has a certain combat effectiveness can slightly improve His own importance in the eyes of the Church of Order.

The only problem is that according to the Tribunal, the "Great Magic Book" records all magic from ancient times to the present and the truth about the fall of the three old gods.

If this is true, then what use does this thing have to a black mage?

The expressionless Anson sighed deeply, picked up the coffee cup on the table and took a big sip; then he accidentally picked up the cup sent by Lisa.

"puff--!!!!"

………………

"I never thought that as a descendant of Dorian the Executioner, you would ask such a question?"

In the living room of the Truth-Seeking Club, Serra was sitting on the sofa by the window, holding a copy of "The Life of Isaac Rand" in her hands; the female inquisitor with a contemptuous smile on her lips did not even bother to look up to look at a certain question. Colleagues for "silly questions."

"I'm not my great-grandfather, and I haven't cut off the heads of two hundred spellcasters. How can I know this?" Cole rolled his eyes next to the bookshelf:

"And I think just asking when you don't understand is a very good quality. It's better than pretending to understand when you don't understand - and I didn't ask, why are you reading minds again?!"

"Do you want to know?"

"……Speaking."

Secretly glancing at Cole who had a "sad" face, Sierra lowered her head and hummed softly, and continued to flip through the pages:

"The earliest record of the "Great Magic Book" by the Church of Order was in 58 BC, when a church scholar who was not a spellcaster compiled the current "Great Magic Book" through some unknown means. It records all magic from ancient times to the present and the truth about the fall of the three old gods."

"From 20 years BC to the first year of the Saints' Calendar, Isaac Rand accidentally obtained the "Great Magic Book", which led to the pursuit of the church, and died in an explosion in the first year of the Saints' Calendar. ,after……"

"Wait, wait a minute!" Cole Dorian quickly raised his hand to interrupt the female judge:

"You are saying that Saint Isaac once obtained the complete "Great Magic Book", and that his death was not only because he developed the earliest steam engine, but also because he was an old god sect - the Ring of Order is above, It would be surprising if this were true!”

"No, what's really surprising is that you don't even know that."

Looking at his stunned colleagues, Sera said expressionlessly: "Dear Cole Dorian, I have always believed that a good background can bring a good education. Thank you for correcting this mistake of mine."

"Oh, it's nothing, Sierra, you are too polite... No, that's not what I want to say!"

Cole, who was blushing, took a deep breath to calm down: "And what I want to ask is not the popular science about the "Great Magic Book", but why the black mage wants to get it so much?!"

"If the Black Mage was just a history professor or an ordinary spellcaster who was interested in the Old Gods, maybe he would really be interested in the "Great Magic Book", but it is obvious that he is not; he has either reached the fifth stage The spell casters have either been promoted to 'blasphemous mage'."

"Why would a spellcaster of this level be interested in an Encyclopedia from the Old God Sect?"

To her ignorant colleagues, the female judge thoughtfully gave "hints":

"Because of Isaac Rand."

"Saint Isaac?"

Cole's expression became even more confused.

Sierra rolled her eyes and once again set a new limit on her ignorance of her colleagues:

"Because Isaac Rand was not only a believer in the Circle of Order, the inventor of the steam engine and the designer of the Difference Engine, a believer in the Old Gods, but he was also the first or only one to master the three major magics at the same time. The caster of the spell."

"What?!"

"Cole Dorian, your expression now is like a baby born on the first day of this world."

Sighing, Sierra closed the book in her hand, looked at Cole with an expressionless face, who was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped, and asked softly in a very "intimate" voice:

"Do you need me to tell you again why Isaac Rand became such an 'amazing' spellcaster?"

"...No, no need...really no need."

The young judge shook his head repeatedly with an overly frightened expression on his face. He sat down on the sofa in a daze and took a long, deep breath to calm down:

"So...how many people know about this?"

"Which thing?"

"...It's a matter of whether Saint Isaac is an Old God or a spellcaster."

"I'm not sure." Sierra thought for a moment:

"Ten minutes ago I thought this was something everyone knew, but that doesn't seem to be the case."

"...Okay, let me ask another way." Cole tried to use a less embarrassing way:

"What else don't I know about this matter?"

"I don't know." Sierra shook her head again:

"I don't know what else you don't know."

"..." Cole Dorian.