Genius Gamer Reborn into a Family of Heroes

Chapter 84

Staff, Mityel

Even after Mityel chose Harang as her new partner, he didn’t return to his quarters. Instead, he remained at Avon’s magical tool shop.

As Harang sat there, holding Mityel tightly in both arms and staring blankly into the void, Avon couldn’t help but think, ‘He looks like a painting.’

Harang’s gaze, empty yet so beautiful, was unforgettable—so much so that it was etched into Avon’s memory, looking utterly lovely.

If Avon had brought the finest painter he knew to this place, that artist would kneel and beg to sketch Harang, no matter the cost.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“…It’s fine.”

Harang snapped out of his daze, his eyes returning to their usual sharp focus.

His gaze was clear and confident, just like when he had first arrived.

“Yes, that look suits you. No matter what happens from now on, don’t lose that pure mindset. With that in mind, I have a gift for you.”

“A gift…?”

Even though Harang had already been chosen by Mityel, Avon had prepared a magical tool, expecting him to fail. Avon felt somewhat guilty for doubting him, but he still wanted to give Harang a present.

If not a genius magician who respects the tools he handles as if they were living beings, who else could hold and wield my wonderful masterpiece?

“You already have a staff, so my gift is an accessory.”

Avon handed Harang a small box. Harang carefully opened it.

“This is… a necklace?”

“Accessories are generally known to have less impact compared to staffs, but depending on the magician’s nature, skills, and the way they handle magic, it can exhibit the best effects.”

Avon pointed to Harang’s hand as he explained.

“You seem to be the type of warrior who wields weapons with both hands. Specifically, you favor your right hand, do I have that right?”

“That’s correct.”

“That means, if you ever find yourself with a brief moment of spare time, you could use your left hand separately. This necklace is actually not meant to be worn around your neck—it’s a magical tool designed to be wrapped around your left arm.”

It would’ve been easier to make it into a bracelet, but something that short wouldn’t deliver the desired effect.

“Normally, you’ll wear it around your neck. In a critical moment, you can wrap it around your left hand. You’ve likely been struggling with using both weapons and magic simultaneously. While this won’t solve everything, it will help to some extent.”

“…”

Harang was momentarily speechless.

Avon Carlton.

He was renowned as a master craftsman who tailored magical tools precisely to their users. However, Harang had never imagined that Avon could craft something so perfectly tailored to him, to the point where it sent chills down his spine.

Without realizing it, Harang stood up and bent at a 90-degree angle.

“It is an honor to meet a true master. You deserve to be called the greatest craftsman in the world.”

“Haha, why so suddenly? Now that I know you’re a descendant of the Kaladan family, it does make me a bit uneasy. Your grandfather gives me the chills whenever he shows up.”

“…No. I swear on my honor, there will never be an instance where a craftsman like Master Avon is insulted by someone from Kaladan.”

A knight never pledges their honor lightly.

Especially not the Kaladan family, descendants of heroes and the knights among knights, who must guard their honor carefully.

Thus, Harang’s words, though he was only fourteen years old, carried tremendous weight.

Having lived as a magician, this was the first time Avon had been treated with such respect by a member of a knight family, which felt quite unfamiliar to him.

“Haha, even though I’m an old man tucked away in the backroom, I can tell that you truly mean your respect,” Avon said, smiling as he accepted Harang’s courtesy.

“But you know, your hair seems a bit different.”

“…?”

Avon, observing Harang carefully, pointed to the inside of his hair.

Harang had his long hair loosely let down, and while the outer layer was black, the hair underneath had turned white.

Just like… Kaladan.

‘When did this happen?’ Harang hadn’t noticed. If Avon hadn’t pointed it out, he likely wouldn’t have realized until he took a shower later.

“Oh, I see. You’re trying to hide your identity by masking your hair color, aren’t you? Well, it makes sense. The face of such a young direct descendant, who’s only recently started serving as a Polden Knight, hasn’t been made public yet. Plus, it’s known that no other descendants have black and white mixed hair.”

“…”

However, Avon seemed to have misunderstood something, nodding his head as he spoke.

“I actually have a piece of advice for you, something I wanted to share since you’ve earned my favor.”

“…I will gratefully accept it.”

“Don’t take it too seriously. It’s just some practical issues that I’m pointing out.”

Avon puffed on his pipe with amusement as he spoke.

“As of this moment, the news that ‘Mityel’ has chosen an owner will have spread to all the magical departments around the world. Mityel’s power is simply too immense to keep hidden. Not even my barrier could fully conceal it. The magicians waiting outside have already sensed it… The magic school of Arniel, as well as the Magic Tower, would have sensed it too…”

Avon pointed to the air with his pipe as he listed each group, then finally pointed at Harang.

“And since you’re the only one who’s recently come in and out of here, where do you think their attention will be focused?”

“…”

There was no need to think deeply about it. Even a goldfish could understand the situation.

“You’re trying to hide your identity right now, aren’t you? This is a rather troublesome situation.”

A magician from the Kaladan family who must conceal his identity.

Yet, now, he’s become the owner of Mityel, drawing the attention of every magician in the world?

Avon couldn’t hold back his amusement at the thought.

What kind of chaos would ensue when the world found out that the young descendant of the Kaladan family, who was trying so hard to keep his identity hidden, had become the owner of Mityel, the staff coveted by all magicians?

It was bound to be a troublesome situation.

“Dyeing your hair was a good move, but if you run into a magician of my caliber, it won’t make any difference.”

Although Harang hadn’t actually dyed his hair, he didn’t bother to deny it. After all, what Avon said was largely true.

From the beginning, drawing the attention of those in high places by wielding Mityel was part of Harang’s plan.

Of course, part of it was that he simply enjoyed the attention, given that he was something of a “show-off.” But beyond that, it also served his strategy for getting into Arniel.

Despite using the skill book acquisition system, Harang knew he would be at a slight disadvantage when it came to competing academically against other elite aspirants who had spent their entire lives studying magic.

He was confident that he could make up for any shortcomings in practical tests, but now that he had accumulated some magical knowledge, Harang understood something important.

‘My current knowledge of magic is absurdly shallow.’

Magic was a vast and grand field of study. There was an overwhelming amount of material to learn, and Harang had only delved deeply into a small portion of it.

If he were to take an exam in this state, his grades would undoubtedly be disastrous.

He was sure he could pass the practical tests, but that alone wouldn’t guarantee his success.

‘But if I’m chosen by Mityel… I can easily secure high marks in the entrance exams.’

There were many bizarre magical tools in the world. In terms of legendary swords, the Sacred Sword Terandal selecting its master was considered quite an unusual case; most swords were rather ordinary, and only when one ventured into the realm of “demon swords” did particularly strange or unique weapons appear.

However, magical tools were different. Even something as simple as a staff wouldn’t work properly if it wasn’t compatible with its owner. As such, a magician who resonated with a distinguished “named magical tool” would naturally be seen as more exceptional.

Harang could understand that logic, though he didn’t find it particularly efficient.

No matter how outstanding a staff was, it wouldn’t drastically enhance the magician’s abilities.

Nevertheless, magicians favored named magical tools, and Harang knew the reason behind that mentality very well.

‘It’s the same psychology as RPG gamers yearning for legendary items.’

Those who wielded superior magical tools believed they would become greater magicians!

That RPG-like mindset quietly existed among magicians, and it had even influenced Arniel’s entrance exam system.

Only a handful of young magicians worldwide had successfully resonated with renowned named staffs. Such students were believed to be destined to become exceptional magicians in the future, which earned them high marks during transfer exams!

In Harang’s opinion, this system would likely be abolished in a few years. There hadn’t been many students showing up with such staffs, and complaints about the system’s unfairness were growing.

‘But since it’ll be applied for this entrance exam, it works in my favor.’

Anyway, for that reason, Avon, unaware that Harang had taken hold of Mityel, spoke slyly.

“Hehe, you know. If your secret gets out, the city will descend into chaos. A knight’s family, and the bloodline of Kaladan no less, coming to Worspia to learn magic—what a strange and preposterous situation!”

Roughly interpreted, it meant that something so absurd had happened that the city was bound to be thrown into turmoil.

“The people who love gossip won’t leave you alone, will they? You’re completely isolated in this city, without any help from your family. You’ll certainly spend some perilous days walking a thin line.”

Again, roughly interpreted, it meant that if the rumors spread, people wouldn’t leave Harang alone. His identity would be exposed, and without Kaladan’s help, he would end up in an extremely dangerous situation.

‘There really is someone like this… Someone who hides their true intentions behind overly complicated words when they want to be indirect…’

Harang honestly wanted to say that he didn’t care, but Avon pulled something from his chest and handed it over, preventing him from speaking.

“For someone in your difficult position, I’ve prepared something special.”

“…!”

It was a pair of glasses.

The frame was very thin, utterly plain, with no special flair. There was no detectable magic emanating from it, so at first glance, it seemed like the most common glasses you could find anywhere. But with Harang’s Eyes of Truth, he could see its true nature.

━━━━[Artifact]━━━━
Glasses of Cognitive Dissonance

Description: Glasses specially crafted by magicians to conceal their identity.

Effect: Makes the wearer’s aura appear as magical power and gives them a calm, composed demeanor.

Note: It may not be highly effective on warriors and may be seen through by a magician with exceptional insight.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

It was exactly the kind of item Harang needed right now—glasses that could hide his aura as a warrior!

“I’ve also imbued it with the ability to alter your presence, turning your intense, warrior-like impression into that of a scholarly magician. With this, you’ll be able to pursue your goals freely at the Magic School of Arniel.”

“…”

Harang had no words to say.

This encounter—he dared say it was nothing short of a “fortuitous meeting.” To him, it was a truly meaningful connection.

“How could I ever repay this kindness…?”

“Kindness? Just keep it in your heart!”

“Still, since you’ve gone this far for me, I’ll make sure to repay you someday.”

“Hmph, that part is entirely up to you. Just remember, the reason I’m doing this for you is because you’ve been chosen by Mityel, whom I’ve served my entire life. I have no special feelings for you.”

In other words, be grateful to Mityel.

That was the last thing he said.

It meant that Avon Carlton, too, deeply cherished the staff known as Mityel with great significance.

“Now then, from here on, you’ll need to stay sharp.”

“…”

Avon gazed out the window as he spoke. The barrier prevented anyone outside from seeing in, but it allowed them to look outside from within.

Outside, countless magicians and reporters had already gathered, camping out to get a glimpse. They had come to interview the young magician who had successfully resonated with Mityel.

“You know what you need to do, right?”

Harang nodded, then reached out and opened the door.

The life of the magician known as “Deis” was now about to truly begin.