Isaac: Surely Even a Clumsy Wizard Could Brew a High-Level Potion? (Revised, 5,000 Words)

Hearing this, Gandalf finally came to his senses, though he was still stunned.

Yet the last trace of resentment he felt over being unable to follow Isaac vanished with his shock. In Isaac's few simple words, he had glimpsed a Wizard Civilization whose magic shone as brightly as the stars!

If he could visit a civilization like that, it would be worth dying for!

More importantly, he was now certain they could reach that world. Filo, whom they followed, came from there herself—and she was the Grand Princess of an empire that had only recently fallen!

Recently fallen. Empire. Grand Princess—

Those three short phrases alone were enough to set his imagination running wild!

Surely even a fallen empire possessed dazzling magic!

So Gandalf thought.

(Unfortunately, it did not. Knights had always been the core strength of every empire.)

After giving them a brief answer, Isaac gently closed his left hand. The nascent Divine Law dissipated into nothing. His decisiveness left the Black Knight and Gandalf stunned all over again.

If either of them had been in his place, neither would have given up the Divine Law's power so readily. Even in a newly born Black Iron Law, they could clearly sense its terrifying strength.

Isaac felt no particular regret. Every Law was too troublesome to use and too troublesome to cultivate. And after all that trouble, the power it granted still fell short of invincibility. How could it be worth it?

Besides, although the Divine Law came close to invincibility, it was far too dangerous—just as the wizard who had created it and then destroyed it with his own hands had concluded!

Another name for a Law was King's Magic: magic that only a king could possess. Even the wizard who created it could only find a loophole that