I Became a Soul Eater

As soon as he came to his senses, he went to the maid Isabelle and informed him that there was a black magician experimenting with humans in the capital. Isabelle informed the Crown Prince again, and the Crown Prince mobilized all the Royal Guards and attacked the warehouse.

However, there were already numerous corpses and traces of the laboratory, but important research facilities and black magicians had disappeared. After that, the investigation revealed that it belonged to a traditional aristocratic family, Viscount Jimnus Klagel, who seemed to have nothing to do with magic.

The Crown Prince put Jimnus Klagel on the wanted list and organized a tracking party. However, most of them speculated that it would be difficult to expect results. It is very difficult to find a hidden wizard.

There was nothing I could do. In the first place, I didn’t even want to meet such a black magician again.

In the meantime, it was comforting that Isabel, who had found a wicked black magician hidden in the royal capital, was recognized for her small contribution.

I forgot the past and continued my academy life again. I didn’t cut down on my night walks. The night was too long and boring for the soul to do nothing.

He occasionally told Isabelle of serious crimes in the back alleys he discovered during night walks, or of noble plots.

During the vacation period that came back, I visited the Mage Tower. Although he only learned basic theories at the academy, magic was a very interesting subject.

There were many times in my life when I thought it would be nice to become a wizard. In the first place, it was because he had no talent for using his body, but the prestige of the high-ranking wizard who came to the manor from time to time was great. It was also one of the few ways to get out of the status of a bastard and get ahead. But I never had such an opportunity to learn.

The Mage Tower also has classes for trained wizards. It wasn’t an education that was taught every day at the right time like the academy, but it was a class that high-ranking wizards gave to young wizards who couldn’t find a teacher from time to time.

Of course, even that much was much more specialized than the classes at the academy. And there was a class that the teachers gave to the students separately. This was the personal knowledge and experience of a high-ranking mage that would not be shared unless it was a direct disciple, and I was able to acquire all of them.

If you only look at the acquisition of knowledge, the Mage Tower was a more fulfilling time than the academy. It was because the purification of the entire knowledge of the Magic Tower was gathering as one.

In the meantime, I spent a lot of time following one of the training wizards in the Mage Tower.

When I first saw this commoner child named Fortega, I was shocked. A soul of enormous size and a dazzling golden glow emanating from that soul.

I have never seen a soul with such abilities and talents. Is this a genius that is born only once in a few hundred years? Despite being a genius with such a soul, Fortega was still a training wizard without a teacher.

Even among the high-ranking wizards, the evaluation was not good. However, following along and watching what Fortega did, this guy was a genius.

I can’t concentrate in class and keep doing other things, but when I go back to my room, I implement it too easily. It’s a difficult class for me to understand, but it’s so easy that I can’t concentrate.

And there was another problem. Many talented children come to the Mage Tower. Similar to the academy, there are overwhelmingly aristocrats. However, among the nobles, there was a guy who recognized the talent of the Porte family.

Of course, knowing that doesn’t make it a problem. But if you envy that talent, a problem arises. The second son of a powerful count family led his own faction among training wizards. Life in the mage tower of the Gouni Fortega was difficult because such a guy openly bullied him.

I thought about asking Isabelle for help. However, even with the crown prince’s help, this situation did not seem to be greatly improved.

Traditionally, the royal family did not interfere much with temples and magic towers. It is an unspoken principle to respect each other and borrow strength in difficult times. But the crown prince makes a request to look after the commoner training wizard? It is nonsense.

I just hoped that Fortega would catch the eye of someone among the high mages and become a disciple or develop strength and overcome on her own.

Vacation is over again, and I’m back at the academy after finishing my life in the Mage Tower. First of all, in terms of mood, I became a sophomore. I listened to the class as much as possible.

When the first semester of the 2nd year ended without any special incident and I went back to the Mage Tower, the Fortega I saw again after half a year was terribly damaged.

His eyes were wide open and blurry, and his parched body looked like it would collapse any moment. What could have been so difficult? Of course, I knew that the count’s son was harassing me. Still, half a year ago I was doing well.

The cause was quickly found. In the meantime, Fortega was able to become a disciple of the Elder of the Mage Tower. Looking at it this far, I could see that it was a good thing.

But this elder wasn’t a good guy either. He was just a guy with a black soul. For an elder of the Mage Tower, the size of his soul was small. Moreover, the son of the count who had been harassing the Fortega also joined as a disciple of the elder.

Forte was doing all the chores by himself. There was no time to eat and the research assignments given by the elders were endless even if you stayed up all night.

The bigger problem was that Fortega’s abilities were unnecessarily good. He was solving problems that even the elders could not solve. Then it gives you a more difficult problem. And the ball was all intercepted by the elders. A genius with the qualities to become a rare wizard was slowly crumbling.

Then things finally exploded. Fortega is down. Fortega, who had been knocked down for more than three days and couldn’t come to his senses, came to his senses and went to see his teacher, the elder, as if he had made a big decision.

“Master, I can’t do this anymore.”

“What? Do you dare to rebel against your master?”

Being a wizard’s priest is not a simple relationship. The Master is an absolute being.

“I am not dissatisfied with Master having the results of my research. But my body can’t stand it any longer. Please give me a little leeway.”

“noisy! I did twice that, but it didn’t matter. Rather, when will the new standard Mana Sim method being studied this time be completed?”

He was truly greedy. For a moment, Fortega’s brow furrowed a little, but returned in an instant. But the elder did not notice it. Even if I had noticed, I wouldn’t have cared. But I wasn’t.

[He will buy something]

It has been almost two years since I observed the soul, and now I have accumulated a lot of knowledge about the soul. The soul has its movements according to emotions. When angry, sad, or lying, they all have their own unique movements.

Now Fortega is very angry and his spirit has moved similarly to when he lied.

“It will be done within a week. It is expected that mana will accumulate more than 50% faster than the existing standard mana sim method, and the quality of mana will be better.”

“Hoo, that’s good”

The elder smiled contentedly.

It was true that Fortega was studying such a manasim method. He was so focused on it that he collapsed. The new mana simbeop created by a rare genius with all his strength must surely be amazing. Looking over my shoulder, even as I was still a newbie in mana research, great improvement was being made.

And after a few days, Fortega finally finished the study of Mana Simbeop. Then he collapsed on the spot and fell asleep.

[Can I help you?]

I lifted up the parchment with the newly created standard manasim method. Having developed my strength, I can now do this much. Of course it’s damn hard.

To the outsider, the parchment moved as if it were being blown by the wind, and slipped through the crack in the door of the lab and entered the lab right next to it. It was the laboratory of the count’s son, a disciple of the same elder.

[After that, it was hard.]

Even though he had absorbed quite a few souls during that time, it was only this much. I had no idea how many souls I would need to absorb if I could shake the house and throw things around like in the ghost stories.

Simply framing the count’s son in the next room as a thief or trying to cause even a little damage, this incident became a big incident out of control.

It wasn’t until lunchtime the next day that Fortega came to his senses and made a fuss when he noticed that the parchment was missing. Even if the entire laboratory was turned upside down, the parchment, of course, did not come out.

As if remembering something, Fortega ran out of the lab and opened the next lab roughly.

“under!”

[uh?]

Fortega let out a sigh and I couldn’t help but be surprised by the unexpected sight.

The count’s son was lying on the ground with his head blown off. It was as if his head had exploded from the inside. In front of the corpse, there was a parchment with the new manasim law written on it.

Fortega quickly grabbed the parchment and got out. And headed to the elder’s lab.

[Did you do this on purpose?]

Fortega may not be able to hear it, but I said as I followed him. Obviously something was strange. There must have been something deliberately created that simulated the mana sim method that would cause the head to explode and die.

Fortega took it and went straight to the elder. As I followed, I watched Fortega’s soul gradually turn black.

Fortega, who went to see the elder, presented it directly to him.

“You have completed your research. Master”

“oh! already? Good work.”

The Elder looked at it frantically and motioned roughly to Fortega to leave.

Upon his return, Fortega began packing briefly. And he came out of the mage tower without any regrets. It seemed that he was going to hide somewhere. As with the black mage, it is difficult to find if the mage is determined and hides. However, she is still a young trainee wizard. If you start chasing it from the magic tower, it will be very difficult to shake it off.

I followed Fortega. It was good to get out of the capital quickly, but the movement speed of Fortega, who could not ride a horse, was not fast.

Although it seemed to use various methods such as strengthening the body using magic, the limits were clear. Still, I didn’t see the pursuit party, and I thought that I could get out of it somehow if I did well.

However, on the 4th day after running away from the Mage Tower, an old man with a white beard appeared in front of Fortega, who was running hard, as if he were coming out of the ground.

“Are you a fortega?”

“under! Is it this far?”

Fortega seemed to have given up on everything. The old man who rose up was not a person that the owner of the mage tower, the archmage, and Fortega could deal with.

“Will you admit to the crime of murdering your teacher, Mage Tower Elder Bane Anales, and your brother-in-law, Delius Cronel?”

“Delius…no, that’s okay. I admit it.”

“I saw the new mana sim method you made, it was a very good method and an attempt.

“thank you.”

Fortega was genuinely delighted. His research was recognized by the Archmage. It was a pure pleasure as a wizard.

“It’s just that it’s not complete, it’s missing an important part, and it’s planted a trap there.”

One corner of Fortega’s mouth went up.

“Actually, the trap was something that couldn’t be considered good. Elder Vane would have recognized it enough if he had improved his skills a little instead of shaming.”

“I didn’t think that would be enough to notice. Because he was greedy and had no skills.”

This time, the head of the mage tower nodded.

“And the missing part of the Simbeop must be in your head, right?”

“of course.”

“Then let me make you a suggestion. Turn over the missing part to me, and I will reduce your punishment.”

Ever since the mage tower lord had been tracking him alone like this, something had been strange. As expected, the owner of the mage tower also had an ulterior motive.

“What is my reduced punishment?”

“Probably in the dungeon for quite some time.”

This is reduced from the death penalty to life imprisonment. Fortega snorted.

“Just kill me here.”

“Then what about this? I’ll let you go from here, but I’ll destroy the Mana Hall.”

It’s a lie. The spirit of the owner of the mage tower said so.

“Why are you old people of the Mage Tower being so sly and telling lies! I would rather die here than be dragged off by you and beaten up.”

Fortega suddenly shouted. And in an instant, my head exploded. He used the trap magic he created himself.

Fortega’s gigantic, radiant spirit escaped from his body. I unknowingly rushed in and absorbed it.