The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

veryone else, but Sears asked him to be clear.

“You know that Jamie learned magic right? Didn’t you deliberately provoke him after hearing the rumors about Jamie?”

Sears stressed on the world ‘provoke’ and looked at him with a cold gaze.

Beiryl looked at her and answered.

“I know that.
I am actually surprised.
But apart from that…”

He glanced at Jamie’s tiny body.

He knew the kid was 7-years-old.
However, muscularly and physically, the kid looked more like 10 years old.

Above all, the kid was strong.
It might be difficult for the naked eye to figure it as the kid had a gentle face and generous clothing, but he was born with the physique of a great swordsman.

Of course, that wasn’t innate.
Jamie’s current body had undergone a change after he was absorbed from the Orb of Life.

“If you learn the sword, you will be able to achieve great success.”

Beiryl turned to Marquis Bell and said.

“He seems to have inherited the blood of his father, Count Welton.”

Jamie had the same hair and eye color as Count Welton.

7 was a good age to start swordsmanship.

Beiryl was convinced that if he practised, Jamie could be the next great Sword Master.

“Jamie is going to have a tough schedule with magic.”

Marquis Bell didn’t seem to agree.

Even if a Sword Master said it, the Marquis wasn’t sure if Jamie could pick up the sword.

“Looking back at the history of the continent, how many people do you think were born with talent in magic like Jamie?”

“I know that.
The child who will one day challenge the 9th class.
But I also know this.
That this child will one day become a Great Magician without much effort.”

Jamie Welton will continue to rise.

A rumor that Marquis Linmel started.

It wasn’t a false rumor.
Magic wasn’t difficult for Jamie, who had been a dark magician in his past life and stood above all.

So he calmly focused on Beiryl’s words.

“But the sword is different.
If the timing is missed, it will be difficult to catch up with others again.”

“… what do you think Jamie?”

Sears, who has been silent, asked what her son thought.

As she said before, she wanted Jamie to do what he wanted to do.

Marquis Bell looked at his grandson too.

‘Sword.’

It wasn’t that he didn’t think about it.

Born as the eldest son of the Welton family, he had a Sword Master as his father.

If Jamie held the sword, he would be able to stand strong enough, like Beiryl said.

‘But now isn’t the right time.’

His magic would grow even if he didn’t do anything, but Jamie had no intention of staying still.

The enemies he would have to deal with were so powerful that they couldn’t be confronted with his current power.

Therefore, it was necessary for him to recover his original strength as soon as possible.

If he would hold the sword, it would be after that.

“For now, I want to focus on magic.”

“I see.”

Beiryl nodded his head at those words.

He sure had talent, but he wasn’t going to urge the kid if he didn’t want it.

All he did was make a suggestion.

“I understand what you mean.”

Beiryl left the room with a brief bow.

The other three just looked at each other.

Late at night, the Marquis sat back at his office.

“I expected that much, but their meeting after a long time didn’t seem to turn out well.”

The two had known each other since childhood.

Not only that, but he also knew that Sears used to follow Beiryl by calling him Oppa.

It was no exaggeration to say they were siblings.

In fact, Sears had two older brothers, but due to the huge age difference, she was closer to Beiryl.

And those two were now acting like strangers.

‘Is it because she is a mother now?’

Sears was now the mother of two children.

And if it was Sears, she would be loving to her kids too.

The fact that she was able to show an angry side to Beiryl showed her maternal love.

‘No.
Maybe the 7 year separation weathered their relationship.’

The child who called him Oppa was now calling him Sir Beiryl.

An ‘Old fiancé.’

Marquis Bell recalled the memory of that day.

The day when two men fought for his daughter.

‘I will make Sears happy.’

‘Don’t spew what you can't do.’

A duel so fierce that the sky split.

A bloody battle that seemed never to end until one was dead.

And who stood last.

In the Marquis’ eyes, Count Welton, who was standing proudly, was good.

A secret of the two Sword Masters which was unknown to others.

After that, Beiryl left Apton.
A few years later, he joined some organization.

‘Tch, what the hell was he thinking, joining that dangerous place?’

The Marquis was utterly dissatisfied with Beiryl’s behaviour, but he couldn’t stop him.

Well, that was what happened.

‘Still, I wanted them to be like how they were when they were kids.’

A parent’s desire.

He didn’t think wrong of Sears.

She was being a faithful parent.

She was now the wife of Count Welton, and the mother of two children.

“Marquis.
Can I come in?”

A person waiting outside the door.

Marquis Bell’s expression turned hard.

“Come in.”

The door opened, and a man with dazzling silver hair and sharp features stood there.

The Marquis asked.

“Sable.
Any progress?”

The man called Sable, shook his head at the question.

“I found a group of presumably [Daemons], but I missed them.”

[Daemons]

The followers of the Demon King, who had been destroyed by Ispli Bell, the former head of the Bell family and the father of the current Marquis.

The demons were crawling out again.