"...Odin wouldn't also...?"
Iver hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping short.
The Great Philosopher—or rather, Mimir—also knew what Iver wanted to ask.
"He won't be corrupted."
He answered bluntly, "Because I actually didn't teach Odin any knowledge. Before this, he didn't know a single spell either."
...What?
Hearing this, it wasn't only Iver, the Rider Angel, and Calamity Red who were stunned. Even the Silver Crowned Dragon was shocked, completely caught off guard.
As the Great Philosopher's substitute and the new Wisdom Pillar God... he actually couldn't cast spells?
The God of Mages couldn't use magic?
What kind of joke was this?
"He was the best vessel, a Brave who had completed the trial. I only told him that the world was going to be destroyed and what he should do. Odin was also someone who had glimpsed the truth, but he wasn't my duplicate."
Mimir's voice was filled with pride.
He had remained silent for far too long.
Now that he could finally speak, he had practically become a chatterbox, as if he intended to say in one breath everything he had held back for ten thousand years: "When he learned that rune magic was the greatest source of corruption, the first thing he did was create an entirely new set of runes himself.
"Since the old knowledge was wrong, create new knowledge. Since the old inheritance was poisonous, rebuild a new inheritance. He had the best talent, the greatest curiosity, and a heart that belonged to an apprentice... With that, it was enough.
"What he wanted to do could only be accomplished by obtaining the position of Pillar God—by granting it a new mystery through enchantment. I nurtured him for nine thousand years. Until now... until he became a Pillar God, he had only just mastered his first