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[The greatest alchemist of our time, the creator and owner of the Philosopher's Stone, the master of the Philosopher's Stone, the Mage's Association's 'Stone of Sustainability', and a Grand Magus—Nicholas Flamel]

The ravens flying north brought news of his death.

Chapter 51 Joan of Arc's Visit (Major Revision)

Nicolas Flamel is dead.

When you first saw this message, you also thought you must have misread it.

Although the greatest alchemist of that era had shown signs of abnormal aging before this, and that decaying appearance was not merely outward but a depletion that touched upon the very essence of life, you don't think such a master of the mystical side would die so quickly, so swiftly.

But this is the truth.

You suddenly remember that Nicolas Flamel, in history, also died at this very point in time—there are slight differences, but the gap is not large.

You understand, the impact of Nicolas Flamel's death on the mystical side of France was absolutely enormous.

That impact was no less significant than the death of a king's influence on the secular world.

You have decided to postpone the assassination attempt on Edmond Transperio and return to France.

You need to return in your prime.

In fact, the Trumperio family's current power has already suffered a huge blow, and it will be difficult for them to launch another clandestine operation against France in the short term.

Your task is complete, and you've done it exceptionally well.

Your name, in the mystical realm of England, is enough to stop a child from crying.

You returned to France by sailboat.

...

[In front of an old shop deep in the streets of Paris, you meet your teacher, François Preiratti, whom you haven't seen for more than six months.]

Although they initially acted together, in reality, only Lu Kang and his five companions crossed the English Channel to England; Prellati did not go with them.

In her own words, her target was too big, and going there would make it harder to hide.

Lu Kang wholeheartedly agreed with this.

From last December to this August, more than half a year has passed.

Compared to last year, the streets of Paris appeared increasingly desolate. Although the war had not yet officially begun, on his return journey, Lu Kang had already seen densely packed fleets and countless Englishmen disembarking from the ships in the five ports controlled by the English.

It is said that even King Charles VI has fled south.

It's only a matter of time before Paris falls again.

In contrast, Nicolas Flamel's old shop remained unchanged, as did Pralledi, who stood in front of it.

She still had the demeanor of a young girl, with her long, silver hair flowing smoothly over her delicate face. Her slender figure was encased in a black and white fluffy dress, the curve of her hips swaying gently beneath the dress, and her long legs, encased in white silk stockings, had a slightly fleshy feel.

She saw that she had grown a lot in the past six months.

The young boy, 'Vic Towar,' who was gradually beginning to resemble a little adult, still had that sickly smile on his lips.

"Oh dear, our 'atavistic Tovar,' the great Mr. Vic, has finally graced his loyal city of Paris with his presence!"

Prareti's appearance and voice remain unchanged.

His personality hasn't improved at all!

Looking at Lu Kang, who was now almost as tall as her, she couldn't resist reaching out and grabbing him...

Then it was slapped open.

"Teacher, stop joking." Lu Kang said seriously, "Three years minimum, death penalty maximum."

This is the future world law that he had previously mentioned to Prareti.

"Three years of blood money, even a death sentence is worth it."

Prareti said, but still stopped.

He stopped teasing his student.

The main reason is that she is probably no match for Lu Kang now.

"This rich, magical flavor...it's delicious!"

She sniffed the fingers that had just touched Lu Kang, and couldn't help but show a look of ecstasy.

Too perverted.

Lu Kang thought to himself that if his current body wasn't only nine years old, it would be hard to say whether he could withstand this guy's teasing.

He skipped the topic altogether, as he was in the 'newbie protection period'.

"So, did the teacher already know I would come back and was waiting for me here?"

"Of course...that's not it!"

Pralletti lowered her hand, tilting her head and grinning foolishly: "Although little Vic is growing more and more 'beautiful,' don't get your hopes up too high—"

"I'm just running away."

"By the way, most of the magicians in this city of Paris have already fled south!"

They raised the white flag before the war even started.

This is truly a tradition of old France.

Lu Kang was not surprised. With English troops amassed at the port and nobles fleeing south on a large scale—even the king had disappeared—how could those selfish magicians possibly remain on the front lines of the fight after Nicolas Flamel's death?

We don't need them for the time being.

“Then you’ll probably have to wait a bit before you escape, Professor Prellati,” Lu Kang continued. “You need to tell me what has happened in France in the last six months, and how Nicolas Flamel died.”

...

[In the past six months, France has remained as calm as ever—even calmer than before.]

Although there were constant riots in the secular world, at least no real war broke out, and a general balance was maintained despite the chaos.

[You intercepted all the mystical invasions at the port, and even pushed them back onto the English mainland—they are too busy to send forces to invade here.]

[Niccolò Flamel's death, too, was uneventful and completely unexpected.]

He died of old age.

[This is how your teacher, François Prellati, described it.]

But you don't quite believe it, and for the same reason, you think such a powerful magician couldn't possibly die so easily—unless it was like your first simulation during the Tsarist era, that death.

Instead of letting death come knocking on your door, embrace it actively.

Prellati confirmed your doubts.

Nicolas Flamel actively embraced death.

She said

Life is a great journey, and death is an even greater journey.

These were Nicolas Flamel's last words before his death.

But you still can't understand why you can face death so calmly, because for you it's just the end of a simulation, a false death, while Nicolas Flamel was clearly different.

This time, however, Prerati remained silent, only displaying a happy and satisfied smile.

She was pleased with your confused expression and found it delicious.

She didn't answer your question, she just said...

"You'll understand when you die, little Vic."

[By the way, at that time, I will also tell you my real age—and my real identity.]

Let's look forward to it and wait.

[Prerati left amidst laughter, saying she had discovered something more interesting than what you wanted—leaving you standing alone on the streets of Paris, gazing at the shops before you.]

You thought that after your return, you would need to demonstrate sufficient ability to replace Nicolas Flamel as the leading figure among French magicians.

But as it turns out, it wasn't necessary.

The magicians don't care.

You don't care, you just let things take their course.

You also left Paris, but you didn't head south, nor did you return to your hometown.

[As you traveled throughout the North, you witnessed one increasingly raging civil uprising after another, and the execution of one privileged person after another who hadn't had time to flee south.]

Social conflicts are escalating.

You are completely immersed in it, traveling and studying magic at the same time.

Your mental magic is becoming increasingly refined.

You begin to weave a brand new 'magic'.

Whatever you think, becomes your law.

This is the foundation of mind magic.

Now, you want to build upon this foundation and develop even more advanced concepts.

Whatever you see is also your law.

From Idea to Testimony

From intention to action

Mind, will, and body form a triple cycle.

You've grasped this direction.

This will also be your biggest goal in this simulation.

...

You spent a year traveling in northern France. In that year, you witnessed forty-six civil riots and the execution of hundreds of nobles. You met a bard who sang to you stories of ancient saints.

This year, your body has grown more mature, and you have woven what you have seen and experienced into the foundation of your mental magic, making your mental magic foundation increasingly robust.

This year, you are ten years old.

...

At eleven, you finally decide to head south, but before you do, you discover a group of magicians made up of Englishmen.

You defeated them and learned from them of the resurgence of the Tramberg family's power. In addition, many magicians are searching for you. Mystical tales say that you obtained the Philosopher's Stone left behind by Nicolas Flamel after his death—they went to Nicolas Flamel's tomb to search for it but failed to obtain it.

But this time you ignored him, and you ignored them too.

You don't care about the Philosopher's Stone; it's just Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone—it doesn't belong to anyone else.

Because in this year, worldly wars suddenly broke out.

King Henry V of England, citing social unrest and repeated uprisings within France, condemned King Charles VI of France for his tyranny and declared war.

This year marks 1415 years after the coming of Christ.

...

At twelve, you traveled through central France, witnessing the suffering of the people under war and the resurgence of war on the mystical side. You heard that Edmond Transperio was looking for you, but you ignored him.

At thirteen, your magic foundation has reached a bottleneck in further development.

You need more knowledge relevant to our times—both superficial and profound.

In that year, Paris fell in the north. Charles the Dauphin, who had been designated as the heir by the fleeing king and remained in Paris, escaped from Paris and fled south to Bourges in the Bourbon Kingdom in the central region, where he established a new court.

You have been invited to the palace in the name of a renowned scholar in the secular world.

At fourteen, you were reading and writing in the new palace.

At fifteen, you left the court and returned to your hometown—an unknown village in central France.

You continue reading and writing.

You disappeared from the mystical world, yet rose to fame in the secular world; your books are very popular.

At sixteen, you heard that the entire northwestern part of France had fallen.