On the country that spread wide, adjoined with Azolias kingdom in the west, >
The place where Balder, the game that created to train sorcerer’s mind, born, and the place where their holiday was used to held tournament for that game.
Also, the sorcerer’s position in Rizetta, just like how knight is in the Azolias Kingdom. Were held high unrelated to their birth or their social status, it is truly a country made for sorcerers.
In the middle of that country, there was a single building that not even a n.o.ble could carelessly enter.
The outside appearance is not all splendor like a royal palace or n.o.ble’s mansion, but still a high grade item.
It had modest design that still tolerated to be a simple building, but... that was also the reason that this white building could emit it’s mysterious aura akin to a sacred place.
The name of that building is >
Just like it name implied, that building was only used for meeting between the present existed four sorcery king.
And even at this moment, it’s function still never diverted from its origin, as the Rizetta country Sorcery king meeting hall was about to serve its function.
In one room inside the meeting hall, where could be seen several Rizetta’s army encircle the building in guard.
In the middle of room that remarkably huge... four solemn armchair encircle a big round white table that was made from marble, the chair placed equally splitting the table in a four.
Three of that chair, already have person sat on it.
An old man with strong body, red eyes, brownish red hair. With navy blue robe that seems to be easy to move in.
An old man with blonde hair that already turned white on it’s tip, with golden eyes.With slender brownish robe, and round gla.s.ses that gave him an intellectual impression.
And old woman with hair that smeared in white and grey eyes, her back is slightly bend forward, what she wear was white robe with embroidery st.i.tched on it.
That’s right, they were the person that people who walk the road of magic wouldn’t not knew of. They were the people, except royalty, who were freely enter or exit royal palace as they want... The >
They were person who left an achievement that other couldn"t follow, related to war, research or development that related to magic.
Those achievement was praised, and so they were people who were recognized as the people who stand at the summit of sorcery, and so they praised as the sorcerer king.
[... Slow]
In the meeting hall that was wrapped in silence, one male voice resounded.
[ What did that dusk guy doing right now? It’s not like I have some urgent matter right now, but I don’t like to wait. Also, it’s boring here. Oi, Alchemist, let’s just leave that guy alone, and have one match with me?]
The one who mutter so with an expression of displeasure as if blaming the owner of the empty seat, was the red haired stout old man as he spoke to the gla.s.ses wearing blonde old man.
His name is Volga=Karuga, the >
A sorcery king with sorcery trait of flame, and magic apt.i.tude that out of norm, he is a sorcery king that adept in close range battle.
From his another t.i.tle, different from his t.i.tle as >, but the t.i.tle >, could be seen that he was a person that posses different battle style than the other sorcerer have.
While he is a sorcerer, he is also a knight. With a weapon that he create from his own flame, he run around the battlefield and murder his enemy with his martial arts.
The thing that made that possible, was because his magic apt.i.tude is so high out of the norm, and his unique way to deploy his sorcery trait.
He able to create a combusted flame that possess its own ma.s.s.
Of course, the only one who were able to do this up to this point, was only him. And so, he is the >
Hearing the invitation for one match... in balder from Volger, the blonde old man answered.
[No way. You already understand, that I’m weak in Balder right? I don’t have any intention on playing a match that I already know how the outcome is. You just need to wait until he come, right? I’m sure he will come soon]
Without changing his expression, the gla.s.ses blonde old man answered in monotone.
Of course, he is also one of the sorcery king.
< sorcery="" king="" of="" alchemy="">> Terret=Seeker. That is the name of the old man who wear gla.s.ses.
His age is 61 years old. At the present, he was the youngest sorcerer king.
He... Terret, have a little to none battle power. Even to the extent that if he fight on one on one battle with a knight, said knight will overwhelm him in battle.
But, it wasn’t like one could easily become sorcery king just because they had a high battle power.
For those who had keen sense, they will quickly understood when they heard his second name.
> < the="" true="" alchemist="">> < hand="" of="" midas="">>
That’s right, Terret is the only sorcery that was capable of creating gold.
Because of his achievement, he able to get the seat among the sorcery king, its even said that alchemist was the the sorcery trait that only created for his sake.
That is Terret=Seeker.
Volga resting his chin on his hand making bored expression as he heard the answer from Terret.
[ Gah! You wouldn’t become good if you keep rejecting to play like that, you fool. Also, you said that he will arrive soon? Did you forget that that person is three hours late on the previous meeting, oi, alchemist, are you finally started to become senile, huh?]- Volga
[ The time he late for three hours was the meeting previous to that meeting. It seems, that the one who finally become senile is the other sorcery king, heh]- Terret
[ You’re guy full of sarcasm like always, hah!]- Volga
Volga and Terret who started a quarrel because of some silly reason.
Looking at that spectacle, their respective attendant were avoiding each other’s eyes didn’t know what should they do.
Before long, a voice come out reprimanding the two of them, from the white haired old lady.
[Stop, you gramps. You should be ashamed in your age... rather, you’re noisy. I just able to comfortably doze off, because you guys, now I’m completely awake, didn"t I]
The white haired old woman with slightly bent back, pointed her ashen gray pupil, glaring at Volga and Terret.
She, is also the one of the sorcery king. > Christina=Teaser.
In some meaning, she was a special existence, different from another sorcery king.
Not because that she was the oldest Sorcery king ever existed, or that she was the only woman who became sorcery king.
Those speciality, could be sensed hearing her second name < sorcery="" king="" of="" sorcery="">>
She... was the only sorcery king who didn"t had special sorcery trait among the sorcery king.
Just like >, Christina’s achievement is the that majority... or rather, almost all the research regarding sorcery that ever existed was thanks to her.
Those magic spell that noted in education book, from beginner to the expert, the spell that seems like everyone know about, almost all of those spell were developed by Christina.
She was also invented item that could examine sorcery trait and magic apt.i.tude. Investigating the trait of sorcery from it’s colour and on, she was the person who build common sense that had relation with the present magic.
>< mother="" of="" sorcery="">>>>
Her erratic achievement that people praise for that the sorcerer wouldn’t reach the same stage as the present sorcerer without her.
A sorcery king that deemed that her achievement in sorcery itself was could be called as sorcery and so she became one of the sorcery king.
Not little who thought that she was the true sorcery king, and so she was the true sorcery top with her second name, >
Volga and Terret who were reprimanded by Christina, all together stopped their quarrel----
[Haaah, an old granny who is older than me by eight years don’t have right to call me gramps! You, Granny!! Eh? I see your wrinkle grow again, am I right?] –Volga
[I’m still 61, wouldn’t it be too fast if I called gramps, right? Rather, it’s still high noon, and you already dozing off? So it’s true that you cannot stay awake at noon when you become old, huh, seventy five years old Christinsan. You’re already a complete granny, so please take care of your body more, the one who is fourteen years older than me, Grann... oops, Christinsan]- Terett
(TL: You guys are so childis.h.!.+)
They had started to mock Christina.
Hearing those remark from the two, the corner of Christina’s eyes elevated even more, a vein started to popped on her temple, she started to enraged to those to, and finally she shouted in refute.
[It’ll not change the fact that you guys are d.a.m.ned old gramps even if I am older than you old b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Also, the wrinkle didn’t increased! You stupid fool!! Sixty years old is plenty old enough! Finally don’t emphasising on the age! You’re impolite to a lady!!]- Christina
[Eh, did you just call yourself a lady? Terett, ain’t that too much?]- Volga
[It’s indeed quite dangerous, Volgsan. From my eyes, it’s more of a witch rather than a lady. Perhaps, Christinsan never looked at mirror... no, perhaps she didn’t even know what mirror is? A mirro was not exist at the time she lived after all]- Terret
[ It exist! A mirror already there the time I born, you fool!!]- Christina
To Volga and Terett started alliance to mock her, unthinkable when looking back at how they quarrel before, Christina"s voltage start to raise.
I say it once again, they were the sorcery king. The one who stand on the top of sorcerer.
Even though they were at the age that could be appropriate to be called senior, they were now insulting each other, but still, they were the one who admired by everyone who learn about sorcery.
Thought they were doing some stupid war of insult, but they had an achievement that would made no one protest if they called as sage.
Perhaps today their condition were just bad. Surely it’s just the day. Yep.
At the time when their quarrel reached its peak, that made one worried if they would started to throw a punch on each other’s face, suddenly a sound of double leaf door that connect to the room opened could be heard.
Looking at the sudden appearance of the person in the middle of their quarrel, the three sorcery king hold their tongue.
The one who enter the room, with black robe and black hair that become red on it’s tip, a glare that seems like a bird that look on it’s prey.
Accompanied by a girl with bluish grey hair on his side, his staff sway as he walked, an old man with oppressive looks.
That’s right. He is the owner of the last empty seat inside the room.
A rare person that had a rare < sorcery="" trait="" of="" shadow="">> that in the present only two person who posses such trait.
The fourth sorcery king that create many achievement on the previous wars, and create a lot of legend on the battlefield.
Diebold=Ractos >
In the room that returned to silence by the entrance of Diebold, the clacking sound of the staff collided with the floor echoed inside the room.
Diebold who stopped right beside the seat where he should sat, started to weave his word.
[ Let me apologize for my lateness, o kings who attain the crown of sorcery. But my lateness this time is something unavoidable. The heat that the sunlight bring, make my thought sluggish... that right, my mind were captivated inside the white realm that could be called as heaven, or paradise. You guys are understand, right?]- Diebold
Hearing the unintelligible word that come from Diebold’s mouth, the three sorcery king started to look at each other.
And then, they started to looked at the woman who stand beside Diebold.
Received those stare, the girl didn’t change her expression a bit, and spoke with clear voice that resounded within the room.
[... Diebold-sama wanted to say, [[ Sorry, I’m late because I oversleep. But the sunlight today is so comfortable, it can’t helped, right?]], that’s it]- Rinna
The three sorcery king looked at Diebold with a disgusted look.
[... There’re no truest word that I could utter]- Diebold
[Diebold sama said [[ I’m very sorry, seriously]] ]- Rinna
And so, the four sorcery king a.s.sembled at Rizzeta Country.
All of them are those who raise their sorcery to perfection, the sorcery king to its essence.
The meeting that held by those people, will be started soon.