The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

it was a growth rate that couldn’t be compared with others.
However, his understanding of the sword was low.

It was difficult to even answer Darius’ question.
He had only learned the sword from Hamilton and Count Welton, and never thought about his own sword.

He wasn’t that proficient yet.

So he answered.

“I don’t know.”

“Right…”

“I don’t know, but I think I know.”

Darius tried to nod but then frowned at Jamie’s words.

The blind man couldn’t see Jamie’s expression, but there was confidence in the child’s voice.

“What?”

“If I keep learning the sword, I know that one day I will reach the realm that grandfather reached.”

A firm voice with no doubt.

Darius couldn’t understand how this child was sure.
It could be because he was a child.

But whatever it was, Jamie Welton was going to be the next Welton head.
Welton blood was flowing in this child’s body.

In addition, Chervil had left the technique for his grandson he never saw.

‘He never told me the reason.’

He asked the question several times.
Why the grandchild? What if I can’t meet your grandchild?

Each time Chervil said,

-Fate will lead you.

‘Is this the fate you spoke of?’

They met as enemies, but now he was passing down the legacy.

Darius felt like he was riding on a mighty current.

Fate.

‘Is that what is leading the child?’

The flow of the world was turning murky.

It had been half a year since the Zenith church locked its doors.
The world was moving faster after that.
Several countries took an aggressive stance and the darkness was getting darker.

It seemed like the war was fast approaching.
No one knew when the signal would blow.
It could be tomorrow or decades from now.

But war would happen.

What about this child when that time comes?

“I hope to see you next time kid, not as a kid.”

Darius said and turned around.

Han looked at that and asked.

“What? Is this the end?”

“What more do you want?”

“… didn’t you come to catch us?”

“Ah.”

Darius said as if he remembered it only then.

“Right.
You people were the thieves in the auction house, right?”

Siegfried frowned and cursed at Han.

“Are you crazy? Why would…”

“Know that you are lucky.”

Without looking back, Darius said.

“You were lucky that you had Chervil’s grandson with you.”

With that, Darius disappeared.

The three watched it happen silently and wondered if that was a trick.

But Darius never returned.

“Sigh.
We are alive.”

Han said and sat down.

Siegfried looked at him and clicked his tongue.

“What was that? We were lucky and you almost made him come at us again.”

“Well, we survived.”

“The image of Frontier in my head just got worse.”

“What?”

“Everyone stop.”

As the two of them were raising their voices, Jamie stopped them.

“Now isn’t the time for this.
And didn’t that side say that Behemoth would be woken up?”

“Ah, right.”

Han jumped and ran to the place where his colleagues were laid.

All three of them fell with one hit from Darius.

“Izaya.”

“Euk.”

As Han shook Izaya, he frowned in pain.

Jamie prevented them from falling, but their bodies must have been shaken.
Ramu too was in agony.

Braha was struck in the back of her neck and passed out, thankfully she wasn't seriously injured.

“Let me take a look.”

“Hmm?”

Jamie pushed him aside and spread out his left hand.

Han looked at the golden light which came from Jamie’s hand with a shocked look.

“You, that power.”

“Healing.”

Pyro’s holy power surrounded them.
Most of it was absorbed by Izaya and Ramu.

Jamie wasn’t an official Saint, so he didn’t have strong power, but what he had was enough to ease the pain.

Unsurprisingly, Braha, who had the least injuries, got up.

“Hmm… h-how?”

She barely opened eyes and looked around.
Han approached her and asked.

“Better now?”

“Mr.
Han?”

“Yes.
It is me.”

“What happened? I was sure that…”

She looked to the side to see Izaya and Ramu to her side, she jumped up remembering what happened.

“W-what about that monster? Even Mr.
Han was….”

“Calm down, calm down.
That monster is gone.”

“… gone?”

“Right.
Instead, thank the one who healed you.”

Han looked and pointed to Jamie.

The scale of justice on his left hand which symbolized Pyro Goddess.
A sign for Saints.

He didn’t even hear from Beryl that this kid was a saint.

“..
thanks.”

Jamie nodded at her words.

“They both will be conscious soon.”

“Kid, I lived.
The left hand… I don’t know what happened, but I won’t ask for more.
Since I was helped today.”

“I am sorry, but I don’t think of answering it.
And even if you ask, I have no intention of telling you, it’s private.”

“Maybe the news from the Frontier side is slowing down? It was already announced by the Pyro church.”

“… really?”

It was the first time Han heard of it.

As Braha whispered something, Han mumbled with a curious expression.

“Why would you give something so important…
Anyway, fine.
But, do you want something from us?”

“Behemoth.”

“… what?”

“I want to see it too.
So show me.”

Han’s expression became distorted at Jamie's words.