The Cute Master Was Actually the Black Demon King

68 – Circle 8

Circle 8.

In other words, it is the minimum level to be recognized as a great mage.

Excluding the 9th Circle Grand Mage, which is an outsider, it is in fact the last step that a normal mage can climb in reality.

…… If you ask me, is it easy to climb it?

Anyone would immediately say no.

I don’t know until the 7th circle.

If you make painstaking efforts and vomit blood and devote yourself to magic, you may not even know if you can reach it.

However, reaching the level of the 8th circle and even the 9th circle was not simply a matter of hard work.

Unless you are born with overwhelming talent and brilliant mana, you will not be able to reach it even if you die and wake up.

It was such a realm, the high mountain range called the 8th circle.

…… But.

It was like that.

White was confident.

He said that he would be able to climb to the level of the 8th circle without much difficulty.

If you ask me why, I have nothing to answer.

‘Because I climbed it once.’

That’s all.

That’s why you might look a little lower than others.

That high mountain range called the 8th circle, that is.

And.

That thought, that promise.

After the true meaning of training with Asherah began, it was shattered in just one day.

“…… It was cooked.”

“Uh huh, pretty words.”

Perfect!

“… ….”

White frowned at him, not paying attention to the sudden death of his master flying at him.

…… 8 Circles.

Maybe I was ignoring it a little.

Isn’t he like that too?

He is not even the 9th circle, which is the level he should ultimately look at, if he is a step below that.

Even more so if it’s a level you’ve climbed once before.

There is no reason not to climb it, even if it is difficult to climb it, it has to be climbed in any form…….

…… I thought so.

And that thought was wrong.

It’s okay to say I underestimated it.

White decided to concede.

‘…… Based on my past experience, the level that I could easily climb was limited to the 7th circle.’

His blue eyes, as if they contained the sea, emitted a bitter light once.

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“I have enough talent. The disciple is a mage who was born with the most brilliant mana of light I’ve ever seen.”

Kwaaang!

“But, I guess I was looking at the 8th circle too lightly.”

Quaaang!

White Guy clenched his teeth and waved his hand, calmly accepting the explosion that rang in his ears.

The magic circle was drawn, the spell was engraved, and eventually mana was granted.

In an instant, a magic was born.

「Hell Flare」

The flames of Hell revealed themselves in reality and pushed Ashera roughly as if to devour them.

However.

“First, there is a lack of earnestness.”

「Icicle Blade」

Qua Gaga Gagagak!

The flames of hell were extinguished in an instant by the ice blade that Ashera cast with a short mutter.

Even though she annihilated ‘Hell Flare’, which was said to have the most destructive power among the magic of the 7th circle, with just one blow, Ashera remained calm.

With her golden eyes dimly shining, she continued her words carefully.

“The second is earnestness, and the third is earnestness.”

“… ….”

Looking down at White, who was breathing heavily, she raised her mana again.

Ugh-

A magic circle was drawn at a speed that was incomparable to that of White, and a single magic was created in an instant.

Charleuk, charreuk-

A metallic sound resounded quietly, as if a chain were being pulled, and a crack in the shimmering space was created in front of Ashera.

And right after that.

Charrr!

“…… Ugh!”

The chains of blue light that flew from the cracks in the extremely dark space reached White in an instant.

Thump!

Without even a chance to resist, Ashera’s chains brought White to his knees.

“… ….”

With a slight bewilderment, White put her blank expression on her face.

Didn’t I know that I could be subdued this much in an instant?

A look of resentment, or a sense of absurdity came out from his expression.

‘Rather than that, why do I feel like I’m always being restrained?’

White had doubts once, but her thoughts did not lead to the end.

“That sounds strange. If it’s the potential that exists within the disciple, it shouldn’t be that difficult to rise to the 8th circle. Oh, of course it won’t be easy.”

Ashera muttered, resting her chin on her chin, at which White could only keep her mouth shut.

Because I knew the reason.

She didn’t know at first, but after she mixed her magic with her and listened to her explanation, she seemed to know why.

‘…… Desperate.’

Ashera told herself that it was not enough.

Why is that?

Desperately.

Desperate for revenge, desperate for salvation.

I thought that the earnestness to kill the 12 demon kings and protect Ashera would be far deeper than the earnestness of anyone else in the world.

So, wasn’t that the case?

‘That’s probably not it.’

White’s eyes narrowed.

Yeah, that wasn’t it.

It wasn’t that she lacked her own earnestness.

If you want the annihilation of the 12 demon lords more than anyone else, and want Ashera to be safe more than anyone else.

If he had wanted to rise to the 8th circle based on that earnestness, he would have been called the Archmage in less than a day.

“… ….”

…… However, if so.

Why can’t she make it to the 8th circle?

No, at least I have to find at least a clue.

If that doesn’t work, if it doesn’t work.

The problem must be with you.

At that point, White was able to draw a conclusion.

‘…… My earnestness is not lacking.’

That was for sure.

You can say that I am proud of myself.

Deeper than anyone’s earnestness, and extremely high.

With this earnestness, if the conditions are met, she will easily lead herself to the level she once ascended to, the 9th circle.

…… But.

“… ….”

White’s eyes slowly began to take on a dark light.

The eyebrows are narrowed, and the expression is slightly distorted.

What was the conclusion that White, who had pursed his lips, came to?

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‘Am I serious about climbing the 8th circle?’

…… Go back to the beginning, just like Ashera said.

He was wondering if his earnestness was lacking, at least in this state.

‘It’s a level I’ve climbed once, so I didn’t look down on it.’

It could be.

No, that’s clear.

It’s not the 9th circle, it’s the 8th circle.

You might have thought that it was just a passing stage.

‘Did I truly engage in training with earnestness?’

It’s only been a day since she started training, but it was enough time for her to confirm her own earnestness.

Now I can be sure.

I wasn’t serious about getting to the 8th circle.

I looked down on him, and he didn’t show his earnestness.

Did it look funny?

Currently, I know that his own father, Tei Khan Qliphoth, also reached the level of the 8th circle in the crossroads of his life and death.

That’s what the 8th circle is.

At least at this point in time, he is not in a state where he can be ignored as he is only a mere 7th circle.

“…… Ha.”

White let out a shallow sigh.

Looking very tired, still bound by Ashera’s blue chains.

But he doesn’t care about those things, just immersed in his thoughts.

—Let’s admit it.

The level of the 8th circle, in other words, the level of the archmage.

In order to get there, it seemed necessary to completely change this attitude.

‘Forget yourself in the past, at least for now.’

The continent’s strongest master mage, who had even glimpsed the edge of the 9th circle and beyond, is no longer there.

When the continent was heading towards destruction, the [White Wizard] Who played an active role as the head of the Qliphort family is not here.

The only thing here now is a young boy standing at the end of the 7th circle and knocking on the door of the 8th circle.

“…… Master.”

White lowered her voice and called out to Ashera, and she could have noticed the unusual expression in her voice.

Ashera calmly replied, narrowing her eyes.

“Why are you calling me, disciple?”

“… ….”

And in response, to the figure of her teacher Ashera, who was staring right in front of her.

White bit his lip once, as if biting hard.

Kwajik!

Of course, blood leaked from the corners of his mouth.

“…… Uh?”

Ashera’s eyes widened in embarrassment.

“My, disciple? Are you still sleeping? Suddenly, this teacher doesn’t understand what’s going on? Gwa, are you okay?”

“… ….”

Seeing Ashera stomping her feet as soon as her blood was poured into her eyes and hurriedly freeing her from her restraints, White let out a chuckle.

A very nostalgic, but somehow serious.

With that kind of expression, he let out a laugh, and soon.

“I fell short.”

“Yes?”

In an instant, his expression changed to a serious light, and White began to speak in a steady voice.

“I ignored it and looked down on it again. You may have thought that maybe it was a simple thing in the middle of the day.”

“… ….”

Ashera looked at her white, hastily stopping her hand from unchaining her.

Similarly, with very serious eyes.

“The training to get to the 8th circle seems to be taking a little longer.”

“…… Is that so.”

Nodding her head lightly at White’s words, Ashera put a fresh smile on her lips.

‘What kind of thoughts did he have during that brief moment?’

She let out her laugh as if she was a bit dumbfounded.

But soon, she changed her expression seriously again.

She held out her hand cautiously to White.

“Then, it can be said that helping a disciple with training is the natural duty of a teacher.”

“…… hahahaha, is that so?”

“Sure, of course.”

“… ….”

White kept his mouth shut once at Ashera’s unwavering reply.

However, Ashera grabbed her outstretched hand and grabbed her.

White smiled brightly over her face.

“Thank you very much, Master.”

“You mean that, isn’t it natural? Disciple.”