Chapter 318: True Magic Users!
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"Yes, that’s me. A pleasure to meet you, young fellow." Kischur grinned, a cheerful smile appearing on his aged face.
The mages, with the exception of Haru, felt their hearts clench.
Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg—the super-monster known by titles such as Wizard Marshal, Jewel Mage, and Kaleidoscope.
Wielding the Second Magic, which allowed him to travel freely between parallel worlds, this undying old geezer roamed the various timelines. The probability of encountering this ancient being in any given parallel world was infinitesimally small.
Yes, undying old geezer...
That’s what these mages called Kischur.
As one of the Type-Moon world’s strongest combatants, he frequently meddled in mortal affairs, stirring up conflict and disaster. In the minds of mages, he was practically a walking natural catastrophe.
Meeting him meant trouble—that was the common consensus among all who knew of Kischur’s existence. And now, this trouble-maker had appeared here.
The elder Barthomeloi felt a sense of foreboding; the prospects for these negotiations looked bleak.