Advent Of The Archmage の小説・ストーリー

I said. "It'll take time to learn control, but I see what will be. You will master it." Thea's voice chimed almost like a bell. "Enough stalling, let's see this power of yours," Nathan snapped. I stood again, letting my father steady me when I swayed a little on my feet. I was a Necromancer. I was a Summoner. I could do this and I would.

said Mar, “but you need to finish a school year to advance to the next class – if you got enough units.” “Oh... a year? Meaning 12 months?” Dorin asked. [Just 10 months, really. You take 2 months to cool off on vacation.] “And you said It would take three years at least to become an archmage?” Dorin faced Mar. [Less if you can raise your mage class in the proficiency exam. You can also take additional lessons during summer vacation.] “Good. I can finish this in a year, then.” Dorin grinned confidently. [Unless you take all the classes you want to take in the Military and Sciences and Technology department.]

“I wish. But it’s true… or as much as the report says it is. It is impossible that he hasn’t tapped into his magick or he hasn’t felt it because he is powerful. We’ve been having reports of surges of elemental activities where he is located. Could also be the reason why he lives so isolated, is because he’s been trying to manage this alone for a long time and you know magick manifests at fourteen. So he’s been at this too long alone.” My heart constricts inside my chest at what my mother is saying. A powerful Warlock, living in the Mundane world alone, without any knowledge about the Magickals. And he is isolated here as he is from his roots. I don’t know how he could have gone this long wit

Eden Noldorasga brushed off the splashes of water clinging to the outside of his baggy brown bear hoodie as he grumbled. “Do you see how your grumbling looks like Abyss? Also, magic items are in the store over there.” "Abyss is like me, and don't be mean, I'm not interested in souvenirs." Well, all members of the magic community in this city knew that the charm shop next to "Svartalf Pastries" was a trickster. The shop owner - a demigod guy - would rather flirt with young girls than really focus on magic research (of course, research would not get much better, but at least he tried to do something right?)

I said to Arlom who was still kneeling. “But Your Majesty, I am still an S rank adventurer,” he said. "Neither S nor U it's still a risk, you saw my previous fate!" I started to get irritated again as I sensed someone would be stubborn again. "Yes Your Majesty, but allow me to use long-range magic." Arlom apparently did not give up easily. "Okay!" ____

The temple sending Archmages was no joke; it would mean nothing but a threat that would come; a big threat to Glacia. “Forgive us for having you wait, Your Highness. I am Arch Garaman and with me is my apprentice, Pallet,” said the one with the silver chains. “We carry some disturbing news from the Elder Magus himself.” Arth had to swallow the lump in his throat, to brace himself, while trying to maintain his calm expression. “I’m hoping it’s not as big as it would seem.” The two mages exchanged glances, and that just made Arth more worried, his one heel bouncing on the floor.

But at this moment, I’m still in denial just the thought of being fated with a nightwalker. I merely let out a sigh and carried on reading; this time, it was about the archmages. It is stated that archmages can cast spells with or without their wands. They are identical to humans, with the exception that they are immortal and possess abilities. Archmages, like vampires and werewolves, have an enemy: the ‘dark magicians’. The individuals who use dark magic, which is extremely harmful for both the caster and everyone. Something that nature is opposed to.

“Are you from Drara?” A kind smile appeared on the Arch-Mage’s face. “Yes, I am originally from there, but Nordmar became my home over sixty years ago. I think you met a member of my family. Hewe, one of the King’s Paladins. My older sister is his great-grandmother.” Ayla’s eyebrows shot up. That’s why the Arch-Mage’s eyes seemed so familiar to her—they were the same as those of Hewe. “I didn’t know Hewe was related to you.”

M’gethir stayed at a distance, supporting them both by hurling nearby planets at the creature’s face. They seemed to be working perfectly in sync with each other, but I had a feeling that it wouldn’t last, and soon my fears were confirmed. In an instant, the large figure imploded in on itself. I thought it was weakened in some way until there was a bright purple flash and a shockwave tore through the area. Almost immediately, the bodies of all the remaining Arch-mages and gods fell to the ground.

She knew Oceana had received the highest mage rank, Archmage, at a very young age of 35; no one had reached the same rank ever since. It was written that to reach the highest rank Archmage, the mage had to obtain three elemental rings — one for every element — and the same person should also be able to cast the highest tier spell for the element. Oceana was also appointed as Arcanus' principal as the other races also believed in her skills. Needless to say, the Archmage in front of Mariana achieved it all. Her only weakness was talking to crowds. Mariana, however, didn't mind, even though it was getting more irritating for the majority of the students as they listened to her speak.