Wizard:Start as a Potion Master

After collecting the hearts of the five church knights, Sunan made his way to the lakebed and stood before the circle of roses. Previously, the Forgotten Ones had violently broken the magical barrier at this entrance, but now it had self-repaired.

The damaged section of the rose circle had regrown its roses.

Sunan remarked, "As expected of a formal wizard, a spell that has endured over two thousand years still functions today."

"But no worries, since it's self-repaired, I'll just open it again." Sunan's eyes, filled with high-energy magical power, turned azure.

This was a small technique he acquired after becoming a first-rank wizard apprentice.

It's not even considered magic.

Similar to how ordinary people adjust their way of observation to see objects more clearly, this ability naturally emerged.

This might be a common ability among first-rank wizard apprentices, granting them a different observational capability than ordinary humans.

With high-energy magical power coursing through his eyes, Sunan could now easily perceive objects and entities causing magical fluctuations.

He termed this ability "Spiritual Vision."

Through his eyes, Sunan saw the roses enveloped in a type of magical energy he hadn't encountered before, which must be plant magic.

Despite the passage of time, this magical barrier had been affected; otherwise, it wouldn't have been forcibly opened by a Forgotten One.

Two thousand years ago, this magical barrier would likely have been much stronger.

Sunan pointed to a magical breach in the barrier caused by the passage of time. "Vasilian, strike there with your black blade."

Vasilian immediately stepped forward, stood before the rose circle, and raised his black blade, concentrating potent death and frost magic energies. As the blade's shadow fell, it pierced a rose.

Instantly, the rose withered, and a fierce wind blew toward Sunan and the others, a gust resulting from the magical energy clash.

Sunan's clothes flapped in the wind, but he focused solely on the rose circle, observing as more than half of the roses withered.

The magical barrier was opened!

First, ten gargoyles circled in the sky before swarming in, disappearing through the barrier's entrance.

Then came the two obsidian bull statues, followed by Angel Statue Soldier One, and then a mixed werewolf unit of messengers and stewards.

Sunan and Warwick entered together.

Finally, Vasilian withdrew his black sword and strode in.

The Four Seasons Garden awaited them.

...

In the Simon Barony, within the Simon family castle, today was a day of many guests.

Chesia, her face veiled in black to maintain the guise of a young maiden, stepped down from the carriage.

A servant carefully took her hand, avoiding her luxurious gemstone rings and the gold ring bearing the noble family crest.

Baron Simon greeted Chesia with a bow, his gaze wandering around. "Lovely Lady Chesia, I didn't expect you to grace such a rural place as ours."

"Is the Othello family guild coming to my territory too? Ah, how fortunate. You wouldn't know, I've been having quite a time... First those Bulgar people, and then the troublesome Baron Sunan, not to mention the church army pillaging my lands."

"It's truly difficult to ensure one's territory remains independent."

Baron Simon, pragmatic as ever, subtly expressed his current predicament.

After all, the Othello family was a renowned commercial dynasty from the great Western Platinum Republic, monopolizing almost all spice trade in the Eastern Mediterranean.

The Othello family was also one of the fifty commercial noble families of the Platinum Republic. The current monopoly merchant, Pietro Othello, was the governor of the Platinum Commercial Republic, and under his governance, the Republic had secured trade privileges with the Storm Kingdom, increasingly resembling a maritime empire.

The Othello family excelled at investment; any territory they invested in quickly gained wealth and honor, along with military power.

Baron Simon couldn't understand why such a powerful monopoly merchant family would support him, but given the chance, he hoped to leverage it to counter the Peter Territory's influence and maybe even surpass Sunan.

Chesia glanced deeply at Baron Simon, a meaningful look in her eyes, but her lips quickly curled into a mocking smile. "The Othello family wishes to bolster our business in the Storm Kingdom. The Duke of Salonica and your kingdom, wary of us, refuse to grant us land for commerce or settlement."

"Your king and duke have forgotten that fifty-eight years ago, their ancestors were mere mercenaries. It was my uncle, a member of the Othello family, who convinced them to seize the Eastern Empire's capital and form a new nation."

"So, our arrival only benefits you. We, the people of the Platinum Republic, desire only trade privileges here, nothing more."

Chesia assured him, "Lord Simon, there's no need to worry about what you mentioned. A mere Maple Leaf Town is nothing before our monopoly merchant family. Our funds alone could easily bankrupt it."

"Trust us, and the Othello family's army will ensure the Simon family's eternal prosperity in the former Southern Thrace Military District."

"You might even gain some personal benefits."

Chesia leaned closer, whispering, "The Othello family has some secret rituals that might ease the pain of your severed arm."

Her seductive gaze lingered on Baron Simon's left arm stump.

Breathing heavily, Baron Simon exclaimed, "This... this... hahaha, there's no such thing as supernatural power in the world."

Despite his words, he was swayed, his eyes betraying his thoughts.

Baron Simon invited Chesia, "Lady Chesia, please enter my castle. The Simon family is willing to be your guide in the Storm Kingdom!"

As Baron Simon moved away, the maid beside the carriage whispered to Chesia, "Lady Chesia, do we, noble wizards, really need to cooperate with this disgusting knight noble? I find these humans and knights revolting."

Chesia's expression turned cold, her voice icy, "To know one is to know all."

"My approach is to always look far ahead."

"While I have confidence in Rachel Komnenos, she's a relatively capable wizard with talent. She should succeed in acquiring the Four Seasons Garden and killing Sunan Peter."

"But I must prepare for her potential failure. Supporting this fool can help us establish a foothold nearby, producing a steady stream of followers and conducting possession rituals."

"This way, we'll firmly establish ourselves in Southern Thrace, making it much easier to deal with Sunan Peter."

"Moreover... from the beginning, we need to infiltrate various regions of the Storm Kingdom silently, like a gentle spring breeze, difficult to detect, corrupting most lords without drawing attention from the Western Order God Church and the Holy United Empire's emperor."

Chesia glanced westward, "The divine authority in the air is still too strong."

"We must reduce it again."

"If we aim to slay a god, from my perspective, the easiest target is the Storm God."

"I won't let a native wizard disrupt my carefully laid plans. But he's merely a baron, so it's not a major issue."

The maid whispered, "I didn't expect a native wizard to cause us such trouble. But no matter the hidden power here, victory will be ours."

"These humans... they have no idea what they're facing or where we come from."

"If they knew, most would lose their will to resist."

Chesia chuckled, then headed toward Simon Castle, murmuring, "In the name of the Blind King, humans, remain indifferent, oblivious, unsympathetic."

A peculiar energy enveloped the entire Simon Castle.

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