The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

br>To the extent where it was more difficult to even understand it.

‘But… he already learned the basics.’

A single sword which cuts everything.

In other words, it could cut down the space too by default.

It was very little, but it was good.
This was a sign that this child could master it.

It took the Count two years to learn the basics.
But his son only needed 4 months.

He already knew that his son was gifted with the sword.
The Sea of Hundred which he thought was perfect was developed further by his son.

Even so, he thought learning the family sword would be tough…

“This father of yours cannot help but admire you each time you grow.”

“All thanks to my father’s teaching.”

“Humble.”

The Count smiled at his son who was praising him.

“I have nothing more to teach you.”

“Huh? I thought we were just getting started?”

“You have mastered the basics of it.
From now on, it will be a battle of enlightenment.”

“Enlightenment….”

“As you know, Futility Divide is different from other swordsmanship.”

Jamie nodded.

He wasn’t sure until he learned it, but as he did, Jamie realized how different it was.

A sword with no form.
Which meant there was no technique.

And the replacement for that was ‘Welton version 10’.

Version 10.
That was the essence of the current swordsmanship of the Welton family.

As the basics were learnt, the space could be cut down.
The higher the level, the bigger the shape and later even non-material things will be cut.

With Jamie’s current skills, he could only scratch it, but the more he realizes about the sword, the more ghastly the technique would become.

‘It is quite an odd swordsmanship.’

In his past life, he never came across anyone who used their swordsmanship as such.

“If there are questions you have, you can ask them at any time.”

“Yes.”

“My kid.”

Count Welton patted Jamie’s head.

And then came a servant.

“Lord.
A guest has arrived.”

“Guest? I don’t remember being informed.”

“That is…”

The servant glanced at Jamie.

The Count frowned.

“Who is it?”

“The 7th elder of the Magic world has come,”

The Count’s expression took a subtle change at the word Magic world.

It has been just a few days since the new year.

And there was only one reason for a magician to visit the Welton family.

“I think they are here for me.”

Jamie turned 8 this year.

He was old enough to enter the Magic world.

And the Magic world had always been paying attention to Jamie’s growth.

There was no way Jamie or Count Welton didn’t know that.

“Must be here to make me a disciple.”

There were rumors going around that Jamie had reached the 6th class.
Most of them didn’t believe it, but the others believed that Jamie managed to break past the 5th class.

And if he was taken in as a disciple while he was under 5th class, another magician couldn’t snatch him.

“They must want me.”

“Looks like that.”

The Count replied with a smile.
But the only thing smiling was his mouth.
His eyes were cold.

Jamie didn’t know why the Count didn’t like the Magic world, but if they were here to take him away, then Jamie would have to make a choice.

Count Welton was a caring father who put his children above everything else.

‘7th elder?’

Jamie didn’t have much interest in Magic world, but 7th had to be an exception.

‘Wasn’t the 7th elder said to be a genius?’

Space magic.

Name had to be Siegfried.

‘I want to see him.’

He wanted to ask Count Welton if he could, but Jamie could see his father’s expression.

‘I think he is quite angry?’

He couldn’t understand the reason, but he knew that even the greatest magician wouldn’t be able to handle the Count.

“You can leave.
I will wait for you.”

“I thought you were going to ask to come with me.”

“Well, you will say no anyway.”

“Has your insight grown?”

The Count stroked Jamie’s head.

“Rest in your room.”

“I’ll be swinging my sword more.”

“Such an attitude is a good thing.”

The Count then left with the servant.

Jamie looked at his back and shrugged his shoulders as he went back to swinging his sword.

Siegfried was looking at the room.

No matter what anyone says, the mansion of a great noble is different.

As was the case with vast estates, the huge mansion was well maintained.
Above all, there were artifacts disguised as ornaments scattered everywhere.

And it was the artifacts which would bombard any intruder ruthlessly.

And diverse kinds too.

“Nobles are truly different.”

Of course, these artifacts weren’t comparable to those in the Magic world.

Still, after seeing the room, Seigfried felt comfortable in this place, and looked at the teacup which was closer to an art piece than a utensil.

And he wasn’t going to be able to deal with the person he meets from now on comfortably.

Just then, the door opened.

Siegfried put down the teacup he was holding.

‘Oh-ho.’

The man who came in with his attendant looked at him with cold eyes.

At that cold gaze, Siegfried could feel a chill run down his spine.

The Sword Master Count Welton, the most skilled person in the Kingdom.

The Count opened his mouth.

“Nice to meet you.
I am Count Welton.”

“I am Siegfried, the 7th elder who came out as a representative of the Magic world.”

“I am familiar with the reputation you have.
And so…”

The Count who took his place, spoke in a low voice.

“Tell me your purpose for coming to the Welton's home without informing us beforehand.”

Siegfried, who was sitting there, thought he was trapped in front of a lion.