I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game-Chapter 12

In an era where countless people die every day.

In the cemetery for the elite soldiers of the capital, there is a never-ending procession of people wearing black clothing and the sound of nuns and priests praying.

There, people gathered to put aside their own work for a moment and pay tribute to their families, colleagues, and friends.

The coffins went deep down and the earth quietly covered them.

The sound of people sobbing covered the cemetery for a long time.

All those lying down were someone's parents, siblings, and husbands and wives who had promised to spend their lives together.

I watched their funerals from a distance until the very end.

Some people couldn't leave until dusk, and others left small, nameless flowers on the tombstones and left.

"... ... I heard the story, that you became a black-faced party. Now, I must salute you."

A familiar voice was heard from behind me.

It was Rex, an orc who had lost one arm.

He was wrapped in bandages all over his body and holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand. It seemed that he had come here after receiving only emergency treatment to commemorate the final path of his men.

“Our sacrifice was not in vain. We saved a monster like you.”

“... ... .”

I said nothing.

It would be better to keep my secret from him for the rest of my life.

It would be much better to think that I lost a platoon member while protecting a wizard who would become the future of humanity, rather than dying to protect a worthless level 1 wizard.

I just stared blankly at the empty cemetery and the setting sun beyond it.

With that, Rex carefully climbed up the hill and quietly placed a white flower on each of his men’s graves.

“It seems like you’ve paid your respects enough, but why are you staying here?”

Rex asked me when he returned.

I couldn’t say anything either.

I also didn’t know why I couldn’t leave this place.

“... ... Just, if I hadn’t gotten on the carriage. Those people might all be alive... ... That’s what I thought.”

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I let out my disorganized thoughts.

“The Overlord was moving after you, and if you hadn’t come with us, you would have died.”

“... ... That would have been the case.”

“Don’t feel guilty. It’s our job to protect humanity, and you’re a continental citizen who deserves our protection.”

Rex carefully placed his thick hand on my shoulder and continued.

“We’re proud. The fact that we saved a genius who could change the course of war makes us proud, but more importantly, we’re brave warriors who would risk our lives to protect a boy.”

“... ... .”

“We would have tried to protect you even if you weren’t a genius.”

Rex said that to me, who was sitting on the bench, blankly staring at the cemetery, and then got up from his seat.

“... ... By the way, I don’t plan on retiring. I plan on becoming a stronger warrior by receiving a prosthetic arm from a dwarf.”

“I lost one arm, isn’t that too much?”

“The Black Lord chose to save us instead of killing the Overlord. In order to prove that his choice, the one who saved my life, wasn’t foolish, I have no choice but to become stronger and save more people, right?”

Rex touched the part of his arm where he had been cut off and spoke.

“I can’t stand the person who saved me being treated like a fool. As soon as I receive the prosthetic arm, I plan on returning to the army. I will gain experience, fight stronger opponents... ... and grow into a brave and strong warrior who can protect you someday.”

Unlike me, Rex was a brave, righteous, and proud warrior.

“I’ll have to call you General next time I see you. I’ll salute you first.”

“... ... What’s your platoon name?”

I asked Rex, who was about to leave, one last time.

“6th Platoon, 1st Infantry Regiment, Capital Guards Division.”

Rex nodded his head and left.

6th Platoon.

I owe them my life.

I shouldn’t smear the faces of the dead.

As soon as I confirmed that Rex’s back was gone, I got up from the bench and returned to the carriage.

There was a servant in the carriage who had been waiting for me for hours.

“Can we go on an expedition tomorrow?”

I asked the servant who got out of the carriage and opened the door for me.

“If you’re going on an expedition, where are you going?”

“I’m going to the Enker Plateau.”

“Hana Bin, there... ... .”

“I know. What’s there? We don’t ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) need many soldiers. Just prepare a platoon of infantry.”

As if I didn’t want to drag on any longer, I spoke bluntly, and the young servant didn’t ask me any more questions.

Originally, I had planned to adjust to life in the castle to some extent, gain some more stamina, and then go on an expedition... ... .

I had decided to live as a genius, but I couldn’t let Rex catch up to me, right?

On the way back to my quarters, the dusk had already disappeared, and the night sky was completely dark, with a bright moon and stars.

I got off the carriage and slowly headed toward the castle with another servant who had come to greet me. It was such a large place that I had to walk quite a bit even after getting off the carriage.

“Are you here?”

“Are you here?”

The guards at the castle gate didn’t bow their heads when they saw me, as they would to important guests visiting the castle.

Instead, he saluted me as if he were his superior.

The moment I became a member of the Swordsman’s party. Because I was to serve as a member of the Allied Forces.

His party members who fight alongside the Swordsman, the decisive weapon of humanity and the living continental power... ... are treated as soldiers with a rank equivalent to 3 stars, or maybe 4 stars, in our military.

It was only a week ago when I was an aspiring composer in a corner of the room, and now I’m suddenly a 4 star general.

If you are reading this translation anywhere other than Novelight.net or SilkRoadTL, it has been stolen.

I’ve never been promoted like this.

“I heard you’re leaving tomorrow.”

I said I’d take care of it, but I didn’t think the news would reach me this quickly, so my eyes naturally widened.

“Ah... ... Did you all hear about tomorrow’s schedule?”

“Yes! I heard!”

In fact, since I was much higher up than them in rank, if I wanted to, I could directly give them orders and force them to prepare a few people by tomorrow.

However, I relayed the story through the mouths of servants who had quite a bit of influence in the castle.

I emphasized that they should never forget to say the word ‘please’.

There must be something called ‘experience’ in this world too. Imagine if a parachute guy whose identity you don’t even know suddenly became your boss and directly gave you orders.

Even if they didn’t show it on the outside, they would curse you inside.

It’s not good to incur their resentment. How do you know if they’ll abandon you and run away at a critical moment when your life is in danger? Humans are animals that you never know what they’ll do when their lives are in danger.

Tomorrow, even if it’s not them, I’ll have to entrust my life to my fellow soldiers, so I didn’t want to make them hate me.

You never know. If you treat people rudely just because they’re high-ranking, they might spread rumors on their way back to their quarters after their guard duty tonight, saying, ‘The parachute guy who came in this time is really bad.’

‘If you’re a parachute, you should act like one.’

There’s nothing wrong with being careful, and there’s nothing to lose by building a good reputation with the people around you.

“Thank you. You accepted my sudden request.”

So I decided to be as gentle and kind as possible to all the soldiers I saw.

“No! You’re the future of humanity, and we’re fine! Even though it’s not our platoon that’s being drafted tomorrow, they won’t have any complaints!”

“That’s right! Use us as you please! We’re all soldiers gathered here to protect humanity!”

I bowed my head to the two guards who were shouting at the top of their lungs even though it was late at night, and entered the castle.

“Bin, we have a guest.”

As I opened the main gate of the huge castle and entered, before I could even straighten my back, I heard the voice of the middle-aged servant who had guided me the first day.

“Guest? Ah.”

Perhaps a tutor to give me proper instruction, having never learned magic before.

I thought lightly, “I got it earlier than I thought,” and started walking, guided by the middle-aged servant.

“Ah, finally!”

In the unnecessarily wide reception room on the second floor, a wizard with an impressive white beard and blue robes was standing.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Alter Heindel. I am an 8th circle wizard and the owner of Heter Magic Tower.”

I almost burst out laughing at the sudden appearance of a big shot.

Alter Heindel. A human-born hero who shows up in the latter half of the game and shows his presence.

A lightning school wizard who has reached the level of a high-ranking 7th circle wizard at the age of only 52.

The youngest magic tower master in the history of the Lightning School, who built a magic tower with his own name at the youngest age, and a veteran who did not neglect his training even after building the magic tower and finally reached the 8th circle.

The appearance of a named magician hero who published numerous papers and led the development of the lightning magic academic world.

... ... However, his self-introduction sounded a little grating to my ears.

“Huh? You were the master? Then... ... You are not the magic tower master now... ... ?”

I asked while looking at the tiresome smile of Alter with his white beard.

“I heard that you haven’t even laid the groundwork. I guess I’ll have to leave the magic tower for a long time and live in the capital to teach such an empty person... ... Well, I’ll pass it on to someone useful, so don’t worry too much.”

“... ... .”

Now Alter Heindel said that he had boldly abandoned the magic tower he had built from the ground up just to teach me.

... ... It’s so burdensome.

The end of a great wizard’s career is like this.

This is happening.

“Oh, and let’s say hello. This is my disciple, and I brought him here because I left him at the top. He’s not as good as Bin, but since I brought him here as my disciple, he’s definitely talented.”

Next to Alter stood a young woman with white skin and big eyes.

She had an introverted personality, so she didn’t make eye contact while greeting me in a small voice that was barely audible to me.

Her long blonde hair that reached down to her waist, her fresh appearance that couldn’t be hidden by her puffy robe and shabby hat, had a charm that made anyone who saw her fall for her.

On the outside, she looked like she was about twenty or twenty-one years old.

I was secretly admiring her as a considerable beauty, but then I saw her long, pointed ears hidden under her large hat.

‘... ... ‘Elf?’

In the game I enjoyed, it was common practice to raise elves as archers.

Their innately high agility and excellent senses made them excellent snipers who could accurately target enemies’ heads from hundreds of meters away, and they also boasted outstanding abilities as scouts who could detect threats on the battlefield.

‘Elf... ... wizard?’

There was no merit in raising an elf as a wizard.

I tried researching a few times while locked in my studio, but because the elf’s racial characteristics were too strong, only a few ranger-derived builds were effective, and most of the builds as a wizard were just waste.

However, reality is different from games.

Reality is very cruel. Sometimes, talent is given along with the wrong environment.

Like me, who was born into a family of doctors with musical talent, was kicked out at the age of seventeen and became independent.

An elf has a talent for magic?

Even the named wizard Alter Heindel raised him as his disciple?

Most users of this game would ask, ‘Why on earth?’

However, the first question that popped into my head was, ‘How on earth?’

‘... ... I want to try it too.’

How on earth do you build something like this? If I could meet the creator who created this creature in front of me, I would go and ask him right away.

How did you get your stats?

How many types of magic can you learn, and where did you set your birthplace?

“... ... I’m twenty-one years old, and my name is Lir... ... ... I’m a four-circle wizard.”

While I was seriously contemplating whether I could ask the elf in front of me who my parents were and where they were, her small voice rang in my ears.

... ... Twenty-one years old?

An elf?

The shock of the elf being a wizard was even greater than the fact that she was only twenty-one years old.

Isn’t it a cliché to give an absurd age like 1000 or 2000 years to an ordinary elf to add to the sense of mystery?

Wasn’t the incredible age hidden behind that fresh and beautiful appearance the very identity of the elf race?

When you create an elf character in the game, the tutorial starts at 500 years old by default, or as much as 900 years old.

‘... ... This is crazy.’

I looked at the young elf wizard in front of me and felt a kind of awe.

Up until now, I was nothing more than a frog in a well... ... !

“... ... You said twenty-one years old?”

“Yes? Oh, yes... ... .”

The elf race is a race that shatters the prejudice that there is a significant gap between their face value and their actual age.

A being that broke my common sense that being born as an elf requires riding a ranger-derived build.

A being that breaks the unwritten rules of the medieval fantasy world just by living and breathing.

A being that deserves to be worshipped by all the hipsters in the world just by standing there... ... !

“My name is Bin.”

I grabbed the elf’s hand and shook it forcibly up and down, shaking her hand.

My weak arm muscles screamed at the sudden movement, but it was okay.

An elf whose face value and age are the same. Where in the world would you meet an elf like this?

Even her occupation is not an archer but a wizard.

Imagine this elf being asked questions in an interview.

‘What’s your name?’

‘Lir.’

‘What’s your race?’

‘Elf.’

‘Ugh... ... How old are you?’

‘21 years old.’

‘What?! Then what's your job?'

'Wizard.'

'Kwaaaaak!'

There was no hipster like this hipster.