The Republic of Ragnif, a country of magicians that occupies the territory of the northeastern part of the continent.

It was a place where the country was run by a small number of elite magicians. Naturally, the central institution of power became the Magic Tower, and power tended to be concentrated in the Magic Tower Lord, the owner of the place.

In fact, it would be fair to say that the name Republic was used to protect the privileges of magicians.

A political emergency occurred in Ragnape. It was the escape of Matapju in the middle of the night.

Since the beginning of this year, Matopju has been suffering from recurring nightmares and has suffered from a severe nervous breakdown and paranoia.

An astrologer gave a prophecy to him as he spent each day drying up.

-You, old lord of the tower. If you do not come down from the top of the tower, you will lose your life by the 'destruction brought about by the gods.'

As if he had known this would happen, Matapju ran away from the tower right away.

The next day, the wizards were shocked when they learned of the situation after finding a hastily written resignation letter from him. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

-What the hell is this, coming from one of the six pillars of the continent! Tsk tsk tsk!

-It is a given that he should be resigned, and let's just remove him from the list of the top leaders!

There was an atmosphere where it seemed like he wouldn't be accepted even if he returned. Matap immediately began selecting a new Matap owner.

Traditionally, the position of the Magic Tower Master was occupied by the strongest magician. For those pursuing magic, being the strongest meant reaching the highest level of enlightenment. This was a possible logic given the nature of magic as a transcendent discipline.

Thus, the current Magic Tower Lord's status is constantly threatened. At any time, a spirited wizard can appear and challenge the current Magic Tower Lord.

If a new challenger wins under the supervision of the Magic Council and receives majority approval through voting, he or she becomes the new Magic Tower Lord.

Since there are currently no more challengers to challenge, we are accepting applicants and holding a preliminary round in a tournament format.

And the person who achieved victory was... ... .

“It looks like there are no more guys to try and fool around with?”

A plump young man with long blue hair and silver eyes spoke with an old-fashioned tone. He was impressive as a magpie, a cat, and a squirrel played with his body as a playground.

He was the 8th Circle Archmage, Morifis Marcellion.

“Yes, Big Gonzo. Congratulations on becoming the master of the Magic Tower. It is an honor to be a member of the same Marcellion family.”

Gonjobu refers to blood relatives from the 7th generation up. In other words, living ancestors.

The blonde ponytailed beauty who treated him with respect was Odelit Marcelion, the commander of the First Magic Army.

“Oh, you’re in a hurry, niece. But shouldn’t you hear the results of the vote at the Magic Council?”

Two members of the Marcellion Duke's household nodded to the side. There, ten senior magicians were gathered, watching Morifis and Odelit.

Whispers were going back and forth busily.

“I have to say that there is no wizard on the continent stronger than Morifis. I have no choice now that things have come to this.”

“Isn’t your personality a bit like that? You’re not in your right mind, you don’t make sense, and you act like you’re doing whatever you want.”

“Is there a magician who has surpassed 5 circles and is not like that?”

“But it is true that the author is a unique character.......”

“I can hear everything.”

“Ahem ahem!”

After many twists and turns, the vote was held.

Although there were some who vehemently opposed the idea, Morifes managed to secure a majority vote.

“Nothing has really changed, Big Gonzo. Congratulations again.”

“Thank you, elders. Your roles are now over, so please leave my room.”

The two members of the Marcellion Duke family, who had driven out the magicians of the Magic Council with rude language, began to have a friendly secret conversation.

“The inauguration ceremony is scheduled to be held in three days.”

“I guess so.”

“The Republic will soon be under our family’s control. It’s a good thing, since I’m a fool who believes in astrology.”

“That’s right. I met that astrologer too, and he was just talking nonsense. He said I had a strong, one-sided love fortune this month. Seriously, I’ve been single for over 200 years.”

“How annoying. It was fortunate that you were at least clean when it came to women, but you’re talking nonsense. Anyway, even after becoming the Lord of the Tower, please continue to act like you have been doing until now.”

“Okay. I’ll leave the troublesome politics to you. I just need the symbolism, don’t you think?”

“Yes. I don’t expect anything more from you, Big Gonzo. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of all the annoying things.”

In fact, the word “annoying” was not something she had in mind. Odelit was full of ambition. She was excited by the prospect of soon becoming a hidden power and ruling a country to her heart’s content.

'That plump old man is only interested in raising chimeras. From now on, the future of this country will be determined by me. Yes, me. Only me!'

To reign, to rule, to control. It couldn't be more thrilling.

She, whose eyes were shining, suddenly felt annoyed. For a moment, she forgot, but there was another Marcellion here besides her and Morifes.

I can feel the eyes watching me from the corner. A blonde girl wearing a white magician's outfit. She is the illegitimate child created outside by Odelit's father.

“Hilde.”

“Yes? Yes, sis!”

“Who is your sister?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

I hated seeing the illegitimate child of the family acting like a kicked dog.

“I’m talking about something important. Don’t eavesdrop and get out.”

"yes......!"

Hilde seemed to be relieved inside and hurriedly left the room of the magic tower. Morifis, who was watching her from behind, spoke as if he was evaluating livestock.

“That kid is now useless even as a white wizard?”

“Yes, I became incompetent.”

“Oh, that’s the reason I allowed that child to have the last name of Marcellion. What should I do now?”

“Even if they are parasitic beings, they are of Marcellion’s blood, so what can I do? I will not cast them out until it is necessary.”

It was a waste of time to give him any more attention. Odelit averted her cold gaze and took out a piece of paper from her bosom.

“Before that, you decided to leave politics to me.”

"okay."

“Just approve it. Here, this.”

“What is this? ......Huh? War? Are we going to start a war?”

"yes."

Odelit smiled brightly in front of the bewildered Morifis.

“You know, right? The divine powers of white magicians and clergy have been rapidly weakening since about three months ago.”

“I know. It’s gotten to the point where it’s hard to get past the 4th level.”

“Yes. There are quite a few cases where people become completely incompetent, like Hilde.”

“It is presumed that this problem is caused by the divinity that makes up this world rapidly drying up.”

The source of the divine power that the original Order of the Church priests and white magicians were using was the divine power that 'strict order and goodness' had left in the world. It was like they were using up limited resources little by little.

In the meantime, as the divinity of 'strict order and goodness' fell, divinity began to be rapidly depleted.

Of course, this was a problem that would be solved if the belief in the 'world-building word' was well established in this timeline.

“More importantly than the reason, the power of the Elfenheim Church is weakening. We can’t afford to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, can we?”

“Well. What about the saint who caused chaos in the past? They say that if that saint appears, the continent’s map will change completely?”

It wasn't just the Elfenheim Church that was aware of the protagonist of the Divine Descent. The Ragnaif Republic of Magic had even finished analyzing the power the saint possessed.

Divine Descent means that you are directly connected to God, so you are free from the exhaustion of divine power. In other words, there is no decrease in power at all.

When the aura of the divine descent was observed, the intensity of the target was truly overwhelming.

Ordinary humans would not dare even imagine putting their sword to that sacredness.

Even the most powerful of the three awakened beings will not be able to come within attack range, and even those that can fly and crawl will have a hard time leaving even a single scratch on them.

As if an impregnable castle had been incarnated as a human being.

Even this is the standard when the saint only awakens her divine power.

What if you are a dual ability user who has awakened to Aura?

The wizards didn't analyze it any further, because the prevailing opinion was that it couldn't be true, that it was too extreme an assumption, etc.

It was an optimistic outlook. And there were those who were even more optimistic.

“That’s just making a fuss about a few strange phenomena that happened ten years ago. No one has ever seen the descent of the Holy Spirit. The very existence of the Saint has not been proven. Old stories whose truth is uncertain are no different from ghost stories.”

“You’re being tough, niece.”

“Then shall I say the opposite? We must «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» hurry, if only because the Saintess’s presence is threatening. We must quickly end the Church before she suddenly appears in ten years.”

Odelit's answer was set.

“The era of God must come to an end. We must end it with our own hands.”

The corners of his mouth were wickedly turned up, just like any other villain.

Just then a knock on the door interrupted the secret conversation. The attendant wizard came in hastily to tell the news.

“Um, Lord New Tower. I apologize for not having taken up the position for very long, but I have something to tell you.......”

“Huh? What’s going on?”

“A challenger has appeared!”

“What? Now that the selection tournament is over?”

All the magicians who could attack within the Magic Tower attacked. And the knowledge of high-level magic is currently being passed down exclusively within the Magic Tower. No one with power could emerge from outside.

Still, this kind of thing happens sometimes.

“The challenger is an outsider!”