The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 45, Section 43: Ten Years Later

The spring of the 10th year of the Empire.

"Your Majesty, the fifth higher magic school and the forty-secondary magic school will both be completed within this month!"

"The new higher magic school will be named after Chief Emancipation Gutt in recognition of his enormous, unconditional contribution to the establishment of the school."

"Cassandra's divination mage reconnaissance team has just reported: As His Majesty previously instructed us to be wary of, the ancient green dragon lord in the Emerald Mountains to the south has not made any unusual moves."

"The ancient dragon Emerald seems not yet to have awakened from its long slumber. His dragonblood legions have made no move either..."

"In Windbreak Town, a brother and sister awakened at the same time as second-ring storm mages."

"The resident teacher noticed the frenzied whirlwind that was stirred up when the warlock awakened and immediately reported it to us."

"Currently, it is speculated that the reason for the warlocks' awakening is that the twins encountered a supernatural storm at birth. Thanks to the human race's good compatibility with external magical sources, they gained the potential to control wind and lightning, and then awakened when they encountered related scenarios."

"These are the 11th and 12th warlocks to awaken this year on the land of Eldoron. Warlock awakenings are happening more frequently than last year!"

"His Majesty's theory has been proven: intensive exposure to magical knowledge and close observation of mages casting spells can indeed significantly increase the probability of warlocks awakening. This is definitely another positive aspect of the magical education cause."

"..."

Listening to the young female mage's report, Elion nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good. Magic education has progressed quite smoothly over the years."

"Over the past seven or eight years, in addition to the existing hundreds of elementary magic schools, we have established intermediate magic schools with mid-level mages as instructors, and advanced magic schools with high-level mages as instructors."

"Furthermore, we have established an annual examination and selection system for secondary and higher magic schools—referred to as the middle school entrance examination and the college entrance examination."

"These exams can select the best students from various villages and towns."

"Hiluca, your group of outstanding mages from the surface world are proof of this achievement!"

The young girl, Shiluka, smiled with the same gentle and obedient smile as her younger brother, Gretel:
"Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty. This is all thanks to Your Majesty's reforms."

Five years ago, Siluca, who had finally become a mid-level third-circle mage, was one of the genius student representatives from the surface magic school. She spent two months exchanging and learning with the mages of the floating city and took the opportunity to apply for a position as His Majesty Elion's secretary.

With this new identity, Shiluka was finally able to see her younger brother Grete every day.

"Your Majesty, and my sister too..."

The boy knocked gently on the door, then politely pushed it open and entered.

"May I ask, Your Majesty El-Erian, what will our training consist of today?"

Although many years have passed, little Greta's appearance has not changed much; he looks only a year or two older.

Perhaps it's because the dragon bloodline that has awakened within him has slowed down the aging process.

Just like a few years ago, Gretel waited somewhat cautiously for his teacher, Elian's, reply.

His reserved and obedient appearance makes it impossible to tell that he is now a powerful ninth-ring peak warlock.

—After ten years and with Elian's guidance, the number of ninth-ring spellcasters in Eldoron has increased from two, Gut and Helen, to six.

Among them, Guter, Helen, and Grete are the pinnacle of the nine rings, and can be called half legends!

"Today's training?"

Elian waved his hand and smiled at his only disciple:
"no need."

“Grete, you have reached the limit of normal warlock training. No further training will allow you to make a qualitative leap.”

"To step into the realm of legends, no amount of training is meaningful; a suitable opportunity is more important."

"That's true for both you and the mages..."

Elion knew that even when the Abyss invaded 20 years later, the original owner of this body had not become a legendary mage, which showed how difficult it was to advance to a higher level.

Over the years, Gretel has been training in magic diligently with Elian.

As a warlock, Gretel couldn't learn new spells or construct new spell models from books like a normal mage.

However, by repeatedly watching mages cast spells, he was still able to try to follow his intuition and master new arcane magic.

The current Grete is no longer the stationary glass cannon he once was; he now possesses a variety of spells for mobility, teleportation, defense, counter-attacks, and breaking the deadlock.

Its overall strength has improved significantly, enough to temporarily restrain the weaker [Elementary Legendary].

Of course, as a warlock, his efficiency in learning new spells and the total number of spells he could master were far inferior to those of a mage. He also couldn't master complex and obscure magical rituals. However, the dragon vein warlock Grete also had his own advantages—

His magical power is far greater than that of mages of the same level, and the power of his spells is far more terrifying!
It's as if they were born to serve in battle.

Gretel nodded slightly:
"Thank you for your guidance, Your Majesty El-Erian! What should I do next?"

“You don’t need to do anything for now. You can relax a bit. For example, you can go home with your sister,” Elian said casually.

"Oh, are you going home to visit?"

Little Grete was somewhat surprised by the answer.

“Sure, Gretel, let’s go back to Rolling Stone together.”

“Let’s go see Mom, Dad, and our little sister Anna,” Shiluka said with a smile.

Watching the siblings leave through the door, Elian leaned back in her chair.

He sipped his hot tea, gazing out the window to the west, and murmured to himself:

"Ten years have passed, and the old fogies of the Elven Kingdom still haven't noticed the rise of the human kingdom?"

"Hopefully, those arrogant pointy-eared demons will notice the terrifying speed of human development a little later..."

The campaign to expel the three orc clans bought Eldoron ten years of peaceful development.

Knowing the fate of the three great orc clans, the goblin and kobold settlements near the empire dared not approach human lands.

The past 10 years have been the most peaceful 10 years since the birth of humankind!

In this perfectly peaceful environment, the birth rate and survival rate of babies increased dramatically.

The accidental death rate among civilians on the ground has also dropped to a historic low.

With the large-scale reclamation of wasteland and the surge in production efficiency brought about by undead farming, the food supply in the surface world is more abundant than ever before!
This led to a significant increase in the human population.

Not to mention, the surface magic school has trained tens of thousands of mages!
Compared to the original mages on the floating city, the newly formed mage group is younger, more energetic, and free from the factionalism and infighting of academic cliques.

It is foreseeable that they will achieve even greater success in the future.

The entire country presents a youthful, vibrant, and upward-looking development trend.

Eldoron's national strength is growing at an extremely terrifying rate!

However, El-Erian was convinced that such growth was not permanent.

Compared to the ruthless and cunning Green Dragon Lords of the South, Elian was more concerned about the seemingly civilized Elven Royal Court of the West.

"The elves have dozens of legends, including a mid-level legend who is difficult even for me to deal with, thousands of high-level professionals, and terrifyingly powerful elven high-level magic rituals. Their strength is a hundred times that of Eldoron, making them a terrifying opponent."

"Over the past decade, I, along with other chiefs, have set up a barrier on the western side of Eldoron to interfere with prophecies, in order to prevent the mages of the Elven Royal Court from inadvertently learning the secret of humanity's rapid development during their daily astrological divination."

"But once they make a special trip to the river valleys in the east, the secret will be impossible to hide."

"If those elves realized that the human kingdom was growing at a rate far beyond their imagination, and even posed a future threat to them..."

"Then they certainly won't just sit here and wait to die!"

Elves are the supreme of all intelligent races, and all other races are inferior to them.

This was the consensus of all elves in the ancient Eldorian era!

El-Erian turned to look at the western sky outside the window, his gaze piercing through the clouds as he fell into deep thought.

That's the direction of the Elven Royal Court.

Da da da.

Just then, a crisp knock came at the door.

“It’s me, Guter, Chief Engineer of Plastic Energy.”

"come in."

El-Erian waved casually.

(End of this chapter)