Offering Science to a Wonderful Otherworld
When a nation stands on the brink of collapse and magic reigns everywhere, only science can revive the country and bring peace to its people. I do not believe in the supernatural—I believe in science!
The Sacred Continent—a land cherished by the great God of Light. The Endless Sea, the Void Volcano, the Beast Forest, the Dragon’s Nest, the Frozen Snowfields, the Underground Labyrinth, the Bottomless Marsh... all these places bask in the radiance of the God of Light. And, of course, there are humans. It is said that humans are the God’s most beloved children, and from the moment of birth, each one is blessed with the gift of magic. Whether the talent is strong or weak, with time and training they grow ever more powerful; thus, everyone is a mage. Thanks to this extraordinary gift, humanity gradually came to rule this continent.
But today, tragedy has befallen the Sacred Empire, one of the four great empires of the continent. Grief covers the land, from the king to the humblest vendor—sorrow is etched on every face. The Sacred Empire’s only, no, the continent’s only Archmage has been struck by a vicious curse. Not even the Pope, himself a Saint Magus, could heal her with his highest ninth-level restorative spell, Angel’s Redemption. It is as if Death himself has pronounced judgment.
Few have ever seen this youngest Archmage in history, but rumors abound. Some say she is a maiden barely twenty, with hair as radiant as the Milky Way, eyes as beautiful as rubies, a voice more enchanting than a siren’s song. Her existence is not only a force of deterrence but a source of faith—her very title, Archmage, symbolizes the possibility of mortals becoming divine.
The elderly Pope, his heart heavy, stood before a very young girl. Her long, slender eyes, high-bridg