Chapter 70

“Why did he burn it? I just can’t seem to understand his actions.”

“Wouldn’t he have a meaning in his own way?”

Judges Rose Rio, Gindalf, and the Chairman were in the waiting room, having a discussion. Their topic was still Deculein’s sudden action.

“The runes that Deculein muttered were three sentences, right? Does that mean he used a total of eighteen runes? Did you clearly feel the surge of magic?”

Of course, 48 might be an exaggeration from Deculein, but the interpretation of 18 new runes was a sufficient achievement.

Deculein burned that achievement himself.

It was strange.

The Deculein, known to Rose Rio, no, the magic world, became a “fair wizard” who didn’t boast of his own research.

Not empathic, but fair.

“Isn’t it because he thought there would be a problem if the rune interpretation were revealed to the Ashes?!”

Rose Rio was taken aback by the chairman’s unfiltered words.

“I mean… Well, I heard those bastards had implanted spies even in the Isle of Wizard’s Wealth these days.”

“I know! Those mean bastards! Because of them, the runes had to be burned!”

“… Ahem. Oh, yes. That’s right, chairman. Your words are too precipitous…”

Among them amid a conversation, Louina kept to herself, deep in serious thoughts.

“…”

Why did Deculein destroy his own research with his own hands?

She reconstructed the case with her own wisdom and intelligence.

“Perhaps…”

Perhaps he was trying to find a cure or even just a clue to his disease in the runic language, hoping for an ancient power that transcended modern magic.

However, he found no healing miracles in the rune language, unlike the ‘possibility of misuse,’ which he found innumerable.

Hence, he destroyed it on his own, without any regrets.

No achievement would be able to give him any glory right now…

At that moment…

Slam—

The door opened, and Deculein appeared. Startled, Rose Rio and the chairman immediately changed the subject of their conversation.

Deculein looked at Gindalf among them.

“Elder Gindalf.”

“Hm? Deculein, did you just call me?” Gindalf’s wrinkled eyes became round.

“Yes. There’s something I want to ask you.”

“Me?”

“Is it possible?”