Chapter 121

"Magic...authority?"

Seeing Kaecilius's confusion, Abel nodded and explained, "Yes, the authority of magic. When magic is explored to a certain level, one must come into contact with its authority. To break the limitations of human wizards and enter a more mysterious realm. 

Of course, some mages don't rely solely on magic to break these limitations. They tap into other sources of power, like Dormammu, but doing so often means losing their identity as humans and facing more restrictions. Magic authority, on the other hand, offers fewer restrictions, but it's rare to obtain such unbound power."

Kaecilius was curious, "What about the Ancient One? Does she possess the power of magic authority?"

Abel looked at him knowingly, having anticipated the question. "The Ancient One has undoubtedly surpassed the limitations of humanity, but she hasn't grasped magic authority. She broke those limits in a different way."

"A different way?" Kaecilius pressed.

"Yes, through a contract," Abel explained.

"A contract? What kind of contract could grant such immense power and break human limitations?"

Abel paused, considering how much to reveal. Finally, he said, "Kaecilius, the contract I'm referring to is with a higher-dimensional power.

"These higher-dimensional entities, such as Dormammu of the Dark Dimension and Cyttorak of the Crimson Dimension, offer great power. By signing a contract with them, mages can tap into their abilities to break through human limitations.

"However, the contract the Ancient One made wasn't with these beings. Her contract is with the Trinity of the Vishanti—the first Sorcerer Supreme and the very source of magic used at your own Kamar-Taj."

"The Trinity of the Vishanti... 'The Book of the Vishanti'?" Kaecilius asked.

"Exactly. Every Sorcerer Supreme forms a contract with the Vishanti, granting them power far beyond ordinary mages—enough to be among the strongest in the universe. But this contract also comes with its own constraints. I can't elaborate on all the specifics, but you can imagine its significance."

Abel was cautious. While the beings of higher dimensions weren't omniscient, invoking their names with malicious intent could draw their attention, especially in the case of the Vishanti, who were closely tied to Earth. Mentioning them in passing was fine, but harboring ill will while discussing them could lead to unwanted consequences.

"So how does one acquire magic authority?" Kaecilius asked, his interest piqued.

"Magic authority is the source of all magic. To gain it, you either have to fight for it and become the source of an existing type of magic, or you must create a new type of magic. By becoming the origin of that new magic, you assume its authority. That's my goal."

"The Trinity of the Vishanti, then, represents...?" Kaecilius began.

"White magic. The Vishanti are the source of white magic. As for black magic, there are other sources, equally powerful, though different from the Vishanti," Abel explained.

Abel had a clear understanding of black magic's source, and while he had some thoughts about it, that was something for later. Right now, his focus was on developing his own path—a new form of magic. The magic he had inherited from his past life, along with the knowledge he had now, formed the foundation for this. The only new addition to his arsenal from this life was the magic of the Seraphim Shield, but this didn't hinder his plans to become the source of a new form of magic. What he needed now was to establish a solid base to realize that vision.

In the past year, Frigga had not only taught Abel Asgardian magic and runes, but she had also imparted key insights about the ultimate sources of magic.

Frigga, in fact, possessed a trace of magic authority tied to Asgard's magical power. However, due to the decline of magic use among Asgardians, she never achieved the immense strength that could have come with widespread magical practice. Otherwise, Frigga might have been the strongest in Asgard, second only to Odin.

"I understand," Kaecilius said, resolute. "What can I do?"

The possibility of Abel becoming the source of magic reignited the hope within Kaecilius. He saw this as a chance to change the world, to create a peaceful and tranquil place. It didn't matter who led the change, so long as it happened. And if he could contribute to this vision, all the better.

At this moment, Kaecilius had only one goal: to help Abel obtain magic authority and establish a new source of magic. This was his path to creating a better world.

"For now, our strength is limited," Abel said. "I need to gather people who can use magic, so I'll need your help recruiting others who share our vision. In the meantime, I'll work on securing the initial resources we need to establish this magical organization. How does that sound?"

"Yes, I will follow your will, Master Abel!" Kaecilius replied, his loyalty solidified.

Abel froze for a moment, noting the change in how Kaecilius addressed him. Then he nodded and smiled. "Of course, there's no rush. Before you begin, I'll give you a gift—a new form of magic. I'll teach you what I know, to strengthen you. In the world of magic, you need power to advance."

"So, I'll be returning to the real world. I have connections there that can help build our organization. But before I go, I need to know—what should we call this magic organization?"

Abel paused, genuinely considering the question for the first time. After a moment, a mischievous smile crossed his face as he said, "Since we'll be teaching magic, let's call it a school.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. What do you think?"