The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 736 The Seventh Great Sage, Orrun Chrone

"So, can you enlighten me on how you managed to defeat Malgrion?"

Rei, perched on the edge of his bed, directed an eager gaze toward Evalyn.

Evalyn offered a nod, then proceeded to recount every detail. Given that all the heroic techniques she had employed originally belonged to Rei, she saw no reason to withhold any information from him.

As Rei listened, his admiration soared to its zenith. A wide smile spread across his face, followed by an applause.

"That's absolutely astounding! Your abilities are genuinely incredible!" he exclaimed with evident awe. "I was apprehensive about you getting harmed earlier, but it appears my concerns were misplaced. You are remarkably strong! Could it be that you've inherited all of my combat techniques for the future?"

Evalyn beamed with pride at the commendation, nodding in response. "Indeed, I have mastered everything. However, there remains one aspect I've yet to fully grasp."

A look of both embarrassment and helplessness flickered across her features. Rei immediately understood, letting out a soft chuckle.

"My personal fighting style?" he ventured a guess.

Evalyn appeared taken aback, blurting out, "How did you know?"

The realization dawned on her in the next instant, and she recalled Nolan. "Did Nolan tell you?"

Rei confirmed without hesitation. "That is correct. He is the one who informed me."

A brief silence followed before Evalyn broke into a broad smile.

"I see. By the way, Ancestor…"

Her eyes scanned the surroundings. "Where is Nolan? I don't see him anywhere."

Earlier, she had anticipated Nolan would be present to greet her alongside Roseline and Rei.

The fact that he was nowhere in sight was quite perplexing.

"Nolan…" Rei emitted a quiet sigh and offered an explanation. "He's stepped out to attend to some urgent matters."

"Some matters?" Evalyn paused, her brow furrowing. "What sort of matters?"

"I'm uncertain," Rei replied, shaking his head. "He merely stated it was critical—something pertaining to the future of your era."

He gestured vaguely, as though he genuinely possessed no further knowledge.

Naturally, this was not the whole truth. Nolan was presently en route to the Tower of Silence, aiming to investigate the very magic that had transported both Rei and Lucas to this realm.

However, he was unable to disclose this to Evalyn, as Nolan himself had requested he refrain from doing so.

"So that's how it is…" Evalyn pouted in mild displeasure, yet she understood there was little she could do. Nolan had always been that way, so her surprise was limited.

"Rest assured, he will return once his business is concluded," Rei reassured her. "The paramount concern at this moment is that I shall assist you in learning my fighting style. What are your thoughts on that?"

Evalyn's disgruntled expression dissolved, replaced by a radiant smile.

"Truly, Ancestor? You aren't jesting, are you?"

Rei offered a faint smile. "Certainly not. What reason would I have to deceive you?"

"That is wonderful news! Then, once you have fully recuperated, let us commence our training!" Evalyn joyfully declared, raising her hands in excitement.

The composed, mature facade she typically maintained in public crumbled away, revealing a young woman who had rediscovered her spirit and innate innocence.

Rei looked upon her with tender eyes. Though Evalyn was his descendant from a distant epoch, a nascent affection was gradually beginning to blossom within him.

…

Tower of Silence, within the research laboratory…

"Ugh… This is utterly exasperating!"

The elderly gentleman ran a hand through his hair in sheer frustration. His attention was locked onto the arcane formula presented before him, which detailed a magic circle spanning nearly two meters in diameter.

The circle itself possessed a peculiar and unconventional appearance. Whereas standard magic circles typically featured no more than seven lines, this one boasted twenty, intricately layered upon each other.

"Hah…" The old man exhaled a long, weary sigh, massaging his temples. "It appears that recreating the identical magic is proving to be an insurmountable challenge. What transpired in the past must have been an anomaly… or perhaps the resources expended then were simply too immense—sufficient to summon those two individuals."

He slowly shook his head before turning and walking towards his desk. He picked up a glass of water and took a deliberate sip.

As the cool liquid coursed through his system, a sense of refreshment washed over him, and his mind gradually found a measure of calm.

"I find it difficult to comprehend that I cannot replicate the same magical feat they achieved," he grumbled irritably.

He was, in fact, Orrun Crone—one of the esteemed Seven Great Sages of the Tower of Silence.

Nevertheless, in comparison to the other six Great Sages, he was widely regarded as inferior—one might even characterize him as a failure.

He lacked substantial mana reserves, rendering him incapable of casting immensely powerful spells.

His magical aptitude was also limited, causing him to tire easily after merely performing a few incantations.

Despite these limitations, the true value of his capabilities resided not in his raw magical power but in his profound research endeavors.

He had devised numerous potent spells, which were subsequently incorporated into the venerable archives of the Tower of Silence and diligently studied by its disciples.

Nevertheless, as one of the designated Great Sages, he harbored a profound sense of shame regarding his perceived weakness.

It was this deep-seated motivation that now spurred his desire to develop a teleportation spell to another world, mirroring the achievement of his predecessors when they summoned the two heroes of yore.

However, in his eyes, the magic they utilized was deeply flawed and rife with inadequacies.

One significant drawback was its insatiable need for vast resources, coupled with the absolute requirement for numerous celestial-level mages to perform the intricate spell simultaneously.

Despite his most strenuous efforts, Orrun found himself unable to achieve success, a fact that only served to amplify his growing frustration.

Just as he contemplated abandoning the endeavor altogether, a distinct knock echoed from his door.

Knock! Knock!

"Esteemed Great Sage Orrun, an individual has arrived requesting an audience with you!"

Orrun was jolted from his deep contemplation and turned a glare of irritation towards the door.

"And who might this person be?" he demanded, his voice escalating in volume.

He strode over and unlatched the door. Standing there was a student from the renowned Tower of Silence, their demeanor etched with panic and apprehension.

"I-I do not know this person, sir," the student stammered, their voice trembling. "B-But they claimed they could assist you in completing your research."

Orrun's expression underwent a rapid transformation upon hearing this revelation. The very research he was currently immersed in—the complex Two-World Teleportation Magic—was a closely guarded secret, known only to himself and a select few other Great Sages.

How could it be possible for anyone else to possess knowledge of his undertaking?

Could there have been a leak?

He wracked his brain, but no plausible explanation presented itself.

"Lead me to this individual at once," he commanded, his tone urgent.

The student, not daring to refuse, immediately guided him to the location where the enigmatic "guest" awaited.

***

Within the designated waiting area, a man of striking handsomeness, his hair the hue of midnight and his eyes a captivating shade of violet, sat with an air of serene composure.

His gaze drifted across the room's interior, a subtle smile gracing his lips.

"As one would expect from the Tower of Silence—this place indeed possesses a unique aesthetic sensibility."

Perhaps it was a consequence of their arcane pursuits, but the mages' perspectives and tastes often diverged sharply from those of ordinary folk.

While Nolan waited, the distinct sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence.

He raised his eyes and observed the student who had initially greeted him, now accompanying a diminutive, elderly gentleman distinguished by a luxuriant white beard.

Nolan's smile broadened as his eyes landed upon the elder.

"The Seventh Great Sage, Orrun Crone..."