The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

9;t possibly referring to the monster in Kelton Mountain, right?”

“We are, kid.”

Han smiled and pointed somewhere.

The heart of Kelton Mountain towering in the distance.
The flat top which seemed artificially cut.

The great volcano which was active until a thousand years ago and turned into a mountain range.

Just the other day, Siegfried told the story.

“… did you know that it was real?”

“As if.”

Siegfried too seemed surprised.

Although there were a few theories, it was something the Magic World was dealing with.
And no plausible evidence was found about it.

So how did the Frontier know about it?

“A definite source?”

Siegfried knew that these people weren’t making things up.
However, he had to confirm.

“Yes.”

Han said in a confident voice.

“Because it is a monster that Frontier had sealed a thousand years ago.”

“Frontier?”

“To be precise, one of the founders of Frontier.”

Braha answered.

She continued speaking but tucking her mint colored hair behind her ear.

“And my grandmother.”

She smiled proudly.

‘Indeed an elf.’

The elf had to be a 9th class magician to seal it, since no human had reached that state till now, so it had to be an elf or dragon.

But another question rose.

‘Why the hell was such a monster at the bottom of Kelton Mountain?’

Why was there such a monster under the Kelton Mountain for so long that a 9th class great magician had to step in?

If the monster was that strong, it could have just escaped.

‘Wait!’

Looking back, they didn’t say they killed it, they said it was sealed.
Sealed.

And now they plan to touch the seal.
Do they really need to go and put their hands in that place again?

Whether these people had the ability or not, the volcano was going to be active again.

If that happens, Saint-Dermain is in trouble.

Those who said they had no hostility for Seldam Kingdom wouldn’t mind destroying the Saint-Dermain city which represented the kingdom?

Siegfried spoke.

“I have a question.”

“Question?”

“Why are you unlocking the seal? If you do that, the monster will be active… so, do you not realize Saint-Dermain will disappear?”

Siegfried spoke as if he could understand Jamie’s thoughts.

“If not, did something happen a thousand years back?”

And hit the core.

Han smiled and said nothing, it was Izaya who answered.

“To keep the promise.”

“… promise?”

“There is no reason for us to tell you that and you don’t have to worry either.
The monster won’t explode like the past.”

“What is that monster?”

Izaya looked at Jamie.

He pondered if it was okay answering the kid’s question.

“Behemoth.”

Jamie doubted his ears for a second.

Behemoth.

A huge beast which is said to reach the sky.

‘Why is it coming from there?’

It was one of Diablo’s creatures.

“… Behemoth?”

Siegfried didn’t know what it was.

Behemoth was a beast which existed in Diablo’s time.

Which meant it existed before 60,000 years.
So why did it exist now?

‘It didn’t die?’

Jamie, who was a dark magician, had numerous familiars under him.
It was because he needed tools to fight, not comrades.

Among them, there were three special ones.

One was black, the other was the Serpent Jormungand and the last was Behemoth which reached the sky.

Naturally, he thought that they too died after he was sealed.

“Young lord? What is it?”

As Jamie stood shocked, Siegfried shook his shoulders.
Jamie came back to his senses.

“I am fine.”

“It is weird.
It is a name I have never heard of.”

Of course, it was normal for people to not know of it.
The fact that they knew the name would make no sense.

‘But it wasn’t just Behemoth.’

Canon had the Perfect Cell.
Zenith church used the Leviathan book.

And the Gehenna Auction knew the name of All Might.

And now Frontier knew of Behemoth.

‘My marks….’

Four traces of Diablo Volfir, which should have been lost 66,666 years back were all found in Seldam Kingdom.

Was it coincidence or fate?

He wasn’t sure, but he knew that there had to be a lot more going on.

It seemed like there were people following the traces of Diablo Volfir, and Frontier was one of them.

‘Isis.’

The name Beryl spoke of.

A being who led Frontier from 700 years ago.
She must know the truth to some extent.

He thought he would meet her one day, but never that he would want to meet her right away.

But he held back.

‘It isn’t time yet.’

He wanted to see the Behemoth right away, but he was sure that he could see it when Frontier moved.

Endure it till then.

“We have indulged you enough, now is your chance.”

“…”

“I hope you ask nothing more and let us go since we returned your items too.”

Han's words made sense.

Siegfried had no intention of asking more.
He too received what he wanted.

“Then I’ll see you next time along with Beryl, Jamie Welton!”

Han said and waved his bell.

It was then.

“All in one place.”

Kung!

The ground shook as if there was an earthquake.

Siegfried moved into the air with Jamie in his arms and Han, shook the bell to create a shield.

Kwak!

The ground they were standing on rose.

Huge cracks appeared in all the directions.

Kwak!

It was as if a bomb exploded, the mountain Han created exploded.

Large and small pieces flew everywhere.
Siegfried opened subspace and sent them all there without much difficulty.

Han’s shield took no damage.

A few minutes passed and things calmed down.
A thick layer of dust was lifted with Braha’s wind spirit.

There was a man standing there.

A man in a neat black suit which couldn’t cover his muscles.
His skin was dark.

And black sunglasses.

The man in black.

The man looked at Siegfried and Han as he fixed his glasses.
And mumbled.

“1.2 around 1.47.”

And then looked at Jamie.

“Hm.
0.93.
he’s small, but a handicap too?”

At that, Jamie frowned.

“What is with you? You don’t even recognize a kid?”

“Kid?”

At Jamie’s question.
The man frowned.

“Hm.
Kid.
0.93? Too high,”

“What are the numbers?”

As he continued, Han couldn’t help but ask.

The man, called Darius, smiled and answered.

“Your skills.”

“… what?”

“If this is your level, then I can catch you.”

“Crazy talk… who are you?”

“Me?”

This time he looked at Siegfried and then pointed his thumb to himself and said.

“Darius.
About 2.01”

Pop-!!

Han’s body flew away and crashed into something.
No one even noticed the movement of the man called Darius.