Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 1395: Legacy of the Forgotten Seed

Idore wasn’t just one of the Grand Magus, he was the Grand Magus, the one who had spearheaded the entire group’s formation and origin. The title itself, "Grand Magus," carried weight only because he had existed first to define it.

His enchantments were so powerful that items he had once touched were now sought after across the globe. Magical artifacts, talismans, weapons, rumors said they could change the fate of entire kingdoms. With magic so rare and mighty, he alone held the ability to choose which countries to support... and which to ignore. Leaders from around the world tried endlessly to stay on his good side.

This influence was precisely why, according to whispers in courtrooms and taverns alike, Idore had created the Grand Magus organization to begin with. It wasn’t just about power, it was about unity. A neutral, magical pillar that could bring fractured countries together and forge an identity that would outlast politics. For the world to stop seeing themselves as fragmented nations and instead recognize the unity of Alteria.

So, for Moze to hear that the son of someone like Idore was now a student at the Central Academy... it explained why Chiba was suddenly so tense, so worried about her friends who were participating in the academy’s events.

"I’ve heard of him," Moze said, eyebrows raised. "But if he’s really Idore’s son, why don’t more people care? Shouldn’t he be making headlines? And what do you mean by ’accidental pregnancy’? That doesn’t even make sense. Either Idore is his father or he isn’t."

"You’re not wrong," Chiba admitted. "But... I guess calling it an accidental pregnancy doesn’t explain the whole story."

Because the truth was, the birth of Kayzel, Idore’s rumored son, was tied directly to a much deeper secret, one rooted in the earliest formation of the Grand Magus.

Back then, when Idore had earned the respect of every mage alive, people had begged him to choose a country to represent. A home to call his own. But instead of siding with where he was born or raised, he chose a different path. Using his world-shaping enchantments, he helped those who had the strongest visions, regardless of their flag. He backed movements and people, not monarchies or borders.

His ideals gained support. He became a symbol of power that rose above petty nationalism.

But unifying countries under a single magical authority wasn’t as easy as admiration alone. Governments feared losing control. Military leaders worried about independence. The solution to that was the creation of a supreme force, something strong enough to serve as law and order across all nations.

That force became the Grand Magus Guilds.

They became arbiters of justice, peacekeepers, and leaders. With magical strength rivaling nations, they stood as untouchable figures. And in return, the general public began to thrive. Life improved in many regions. Security increased. Innovation spread. At least for the citizens visible to the eye, the world became a better place.

But one issue remained, what if the Grand Magus vanished?

What if those powerful figures disappeared or died? Who would take their place?

To solve this, a proposal emerged. One not publicly discussed, but agreed upon behind tightly sealed doors.

A proposal to create successors, using Idore’s seed.

The idea was radical. Controlled magical reproduction. Each country would select a powerful female mage. The goal? To bear a child infused with Idore’s magical bloodline. A global initiative. A new generation of magically superior offspring to ensure the Grand Magus legacy would live on forever.

It was called The Grand Mage Inheritance Program.

A few candidates were selected. A few births occurred. But as the children began to grow... something became clear.

They were talented. Strong. Naturally gifted in the magical arts. But they weren’t prodigies. Not at the same level as Idore. They hadn’t inherited greatness instantly, and many had expected miracles.

Some nations had been waiting for a child stronger than Idore himself, an evolution.

That didn’t happen.

Combined with rising ethical concerns, criticism, and the fear of unpredictable outcomes, the program was quietly shut down. The children who had been born through it were stripped of their records, renamed, and allowed to live as ordinary citizens. Their legacy was buried.

But the truth didn’t stay hidden forever.

One of those children, Kayzel, had discovered it. Through fragmented documents, quiet whispers, and unsealed memories, he unraveled the truth of his own origin.

And when that secret came to light, panic followed. The country feared scandal. Headlines were narrowly avoided. But surprisingly, the facts surrounding the Grand Magus’ involvement, especially Idore’s, were still on record. It had simply been long forgotten.

Even more surprising, Idore had been the only Grand Magus to participate in the experiment. None of the others had donated their essence.

There was a reason for that.

Because after the project’s failure, the Grand Magus Council had agreed on something different.

They would never have children.

No heirs. No bloodline. No legacy through birth.

Why?

Because they feared that children would become a weakness. A vulnerability that enemies could exploit. And worse, what if those children, born with great power, developed their own twisted goals?

Even if the Grand Magus were united in their ideals, no one could predict how their offspring would act in the future. Power without guidance was dangerous. And what would happen after the Grand Magus were gone? Would the children fight over succession? Over ideology?

To prevent that, a new system was chosen.

Each Grand Magus would select a personal successor, but only when they sensed their own magic beginning to fade. Since the magic core resided in one’s heart, the decline came with age. When their health declined, so too would their magical strength.

They could force their magic to work, of course. But doing so would shorten their lives significantly. And there was one mage, a certain someone, who knew this more than anyone else.

This shift in legacy, this rejection of bloodlines, was what ultimately gave rise to the Era of Mages.

A world where anyone, regardless of their origin, could rise to power if their magic and will were strong enough.

A world where the Grand Magus wasn’t born... but made.

"I see now..." Moze said, nodding slowly. "I knew bits and pieces, but not the full picture. So if Kayzel really is one of those children... then that makes him special. Doesn’t it? As long as his magic grows strong enough... he could become a Grand Magus one day."

"It’s weird, isn’t it?" Moze continued. "Ending the whole project so early. No one really knew how powerful those children could become until they got older."

"Exactly," Chiba replied. "And that’s why some believe the results haven’t come yet. Some believe that in the near future... we’ll see a generation of mages who rise far beyond what anyone imagined."

Her eyes turned toward the training fields in the distance.

"And Kayzel might just be one of them."

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