Origin of Magic Power

The Old Witch cast a spell on the cart ox, allowing it to race a thousand miles through the night.

At first, Yveta had been somewhat worried that the knights of the Boar Knight Order would catch up with them.

But as they fled farther and farther away, he instead began wondering where exactly they were.

By the time they stopped, they had already left the Main Road and entered deep into the winding paths of the forest. Even the ox cart had fallen apart from traveling too far.

Black Wolf and Yveta climbed down from the ox cart.

Yveta curiously swept his gaze over the Black Forest around them. "Where are we? Why is this land covered in Black Forest?"

"Because the Black Forest environment is especially suitable for witches, magic, and magical creatures to survive in." Black Wolf Demon Hunter removed the bundle from his back and inspected his weapons and equipment. Unfortunately, most of them had been lost during their escape. Naturally, the loss of those weapons was added to Yveta's account.

He explained to Yveta, "This Black Forest stretches across the land, passing through dozens of duchies, kingdoms, and empires. Who knows how many Wizard Towers, witch academies, and Griffin Knight training camps are hidden within it?"

"It is said that magic used in the Black Forest becomes somewhat stronger."

"We should have arrived at the southernmost edge of the Black Forest. Your Highness, look at that mountain ahead."

Yveta looked up in the direction Black Wolf Demon Hunter pointed and saw a mountain range faintly visible ahead, rising straight into the clouds.

Black Wolf Demon Hunter said, "That is the Alps, the legendary Holy Mountain. Then this place should be Viscount Ambrose, a very unusual independent Viscount Country."

"This is very close to the Papal State."

"Still, are you really all right?"

He looked at the Old Witch.

What he meant was, was it really a good idea for a witch like her to get so close to the Church's Base Camp?

The Old Witch gave a few sharp, awkward laughs. "It's fine. I could even go to a church and buy an indulgence."

"I came here because I have a Beloved Disciple in Viscount Ambrose."

"I heard she recently did something big, something very big. But it also brought her enormous trouble, so she wrote to ask me for help."

"So here I am, aren't I?"

Of course, not all of the Old Witch's words could be believed.

In truth, she had not intended to pay any attention at all to the disciple asking her for help.

Otherwise, she would not have had the time to scheme for Yveta's estate.

But who could blame her when she was now trapped in the great trouble of the Subspace Demon God?

At that moment, she remembered her Beloved Disciple again.

Blessings were for enjoying alone, but hardships naturally had to be shared.

That was her motto in life.

Just as Yveta looked around, unsure where to go next, the Old Witch approached him. "Your Grace, you previously asked me to teach you magic. Naturally, I can only obey your will."

"Now that we are temporarily out of danger, let us find somewhere quieter. I will teach you magic."

"First, I will examine this body's magical talent."

Somewhat cautiously, the Old Witch raised Yveta's right arm and felt it. Then she moved behind him and placed her fingers on his shoulder blade. A puzzled look appeared on her face as she muttered, "You still have a high fever. But that is not right. How could a body occupied by an Outer God of Subspace have no magical talent?"

"But you truly do not have even the slightest magical talent."

"According to the history I know, whenever those beings that caused great disasters and were summoned by magic in the past parasitized Ordinary people, those mortals all became natural spellcasters."

"This body was killed by the plague I used, and then the Demon God entered it..."

Suspicion and viciousness appeared in the Old Witch's eyes.

Yveta heard her muttering from beside her, and his hairs stood on end.

Damn, I thought the Boar Knights were bad enough.

Who would have thought you were worse?

The Original Owner was actually killed by you.

Are you playing Werewolf Game here or something?

Fuck.

Yveta had not expected that he would escape the Boar Knight Order only to fall into the danger posed by this witch immediately afterward.

He truly knew nothing at all about Subspace or Demon Gods.

This Old Witch is suspicious, cowardly, and vicious. People like her would never do anything without absolute confidence, Yveta thought. As long as I do not show fear, she will never dare lay a hand on me.

Yveta snorted coldly. "Does having no magical talent mean I cannot learn magic?"

The Old Witch shuddered at that snort.

She realized that Yveta's "return from death" must be real. As for the historical knowledge she possessed, it might not necessarily be free of errors.

Still, this also made her want to continue probing Yveta.

The Old Witch shook her head. "Well, it is not as though there is no chance to learn magic."

"It is said that people from Lower Worlds truly cannot learn magic because they lack wizard talent. But this is the Magic Black Forest. Here, anything is possible."

"Those who are not natural spellcasters must undergo magical talent enlightenment through a ritual made with expensive materials if they wish to learn magic."

Yveta was curious about the people from Lower Worlds she mentioned. "Lower Worlds?"

"Mm." The Old Witch said, "When I used summoning magic in the past, I often encountered Lower Creatures from Lower Worlds."

"The most interesting time was when I summoned a Nine Ring Wizard who claimed to come from the Wizard Great World. He made arrogant declarations, saying he would immediately summon all the rulers of our world and have them offer experimental materials to him."

"In the end, he bared his teeth at one of my servants—a farmer—and was knocked flat on his back by a single punch from that farmer. He actually died right there."

"Only then did I learn that our world's strength far exceeds that of other worlds. Even an Ordinary person from our world, if sent there, might cause enormous abnormalities in that world, perhaps even bring about its end."

The Old Witch said, "For a time, I was very interested in summoning creatures from other worlds to use as experimental materials."

"That was when I learned that they seemed to call our world—the Origin of Magic Power."

"But it is nothing much. Ordinary people are simply Ordinary people in our world. I also cannot understand why, in some worlds, wizards can swagger about before a Legitimate King acknowledged by gods and people alike."

"Claiming to rule."

"Lower Creatures are probably all like that."

The Old Witch seemed to sink into memory. "But our world itself is like a book. Every Plane is a page within it. As far as I know, the Subspace and Outer Universe of our world are among the most terrifying pages."

After saying that, she secretly glanced at Yveta, as if to say that he should understand this better than she did.

Black Wolf Demon Hunter could not help asking, "Old Witch, you have had so many experiences. Just how many years have you lived?"

The Old Witch looked at Black Wolf displeasedly, but she was wary of Yveta and did not dare act presumptuously. She could only force out a few words. "I am already over two hundred years old."

"The experiences I just mentioned were from when I was young, over a hundred years ago, when I was a witch at Hearthstone Fortress."