With many great plans ahead, it is finally time to focus on the past goals that has been left to gather dust.
Establishing my Sorcerer Society as a true powerhouse in the world.
During the battle against the Devils, thousands of magicians and wizards alike rose out of nowhere to help the Sorcerer Society fend off against the Devil's invasion.
And now, according to Balthazar, most if not all of those who helped were now gathering at Merlin's tower, making the territory surrounded by either old people or middle-aged ones.
All seeking to join our cause, seeing us as some sort of safe haven for the likes of them.
Combined with the fact that our goal is to protect humanity and the proof being our actions during the invasion, it's like the biggest yet free promotion that a company could've ever had.
And as the leader and the Sorcerer Supreme, I should go there and welcome them with open arms.
Right now, what the Sorcerer Society needed the most is population and manpower.
Without those things, an organization cannot function properly.
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Arriving at the property of the Tower, I was greeted with an abundant amount of mana energy around me, almost ten times more than mine.
'Damn! Just how many magicians wanted to join!' I couldn't help but hiss in surprise.
Thankfully, my arrival didn't catch any kind of attention, it's not like they know what the Sorcerer Supreme looks like except for my probably iconic smooth white mask.
I roamed around the open area around the tower and witnessed many interactions from the newcomers.
"I can't believe I've finally seen the greatest Magician's tower, Merlin! I've only read it through the magic books that my teacher provided!"
"Could it be that the Sorcerer Supreme is Merlin? But isn't that guy dead though?"
"Idiot! Don't say things like that in here! Who knows a lingering spirit of Master Merlin might hear you and deem you unworthy of stepping foot in his tower!"
"Y-You're right! I'm so sorry Master Merlin!" The middle-aged magician with long greasy hair bowed his head and cupped his hands together in a prayer form before silently apologizing.
"Yeah that's right. Ask for forgiveness." On the other hand, the other magician he was talking to looks like he was holding his laugh from leaking.
Unfortunately for the greasy haired man, he failed to notice this and continued to pray for himself.
Watching this, I couldn't help but mentally laugh at their interaction. If this is how medieval-age people converse then historians wouldn't believe this.
'Balthazar. How many magicians wanted to join us?' Sensing the familiar aura among the crowd of mana energy, I quickly established connection with it and telepathically talked.
'Ah! Sorcerer Supreme! You're finally here!' I can imagine Balthazar's face beamed up by saying this.
'From what I counted, it's almost ten thousand who wanted to join us though some of them aren't sincere and only wanted an umbrella to protect them from those who wanted to harm them.
'Actually, some of them weren't even in the battle against the invasion, they simply heard of us and decided to join. While I also detected a small number of dark wizards, they're probably thinking they can use us as some sort of hideout to do their evil experiments without being disturbed and caught by the dark wizard hunters.'
As Balthazar continues to explain, I have already formulated a plan to ensure that everyone who goes in are only those who truly embody the principles of the Sorcerer Society.
First things first, I'll eliminate the dark wizards, obviously, they're bad omen and brings disaster everywhere they go. Second, there would be an entry evaluation in which it would put everyone who wanted to get in into a test to see whether they wanted to join out of the goodness of their heart or have malice intentions.
Last but not the least, it's time to expand our influence and by doing that, we'll need to address the issue of residence for the upcoming members of the Sorcerer Society.
I only need a few days to prepare the Sanctum Sanctorum back in the village, it could house at most, a thousand people inside considering how many rooms it has thanks to a spell that could enlarge small spaces that completely defy logic.
Then there's also new locations that I marked to where I will establish more Sanctum Sanctorums.
And then finally, last but not the least. My own Kamar-Taj. A place where me and many Masters would take in their students to be trained there and honed to perfection.
It would also serve as some sort of educational institution for Magicians, Sorcerers and such.
Maybe rename it from Kamar-Taj to Magic Academy or something.
I can already imagine countless magical clans in their own rights sending their heirs and children to the magic school to learn from the greatest Sorcerer Supreme, which is me, of course!
Maybe just name it Hogwarts or something? That would be a wonderful thing to do, though if I do go down that route, I'll have to make sure it's flawless and better than the original Hogwarts that is dictated by a bunch of dark wizards or racists.
'So many things to do. So many things to do…' I hummed to myself as I strode forward, heading towards Balthazar's way.
A few seconds passed and it didn't take that long for me to find him.
He was inside the tower, overseeing through the window, gazing down towards the crowd of excited newcomers.
"Balthazar." With a raise of my hand, I greeted him.
"Sorcerer Supreme!" His face beamed up and he bowed his head towards me.
I gave him a short nod as a return and proceeded with why I came to him.
"Balthazar. I have a plan to mitigate all of those who wants to join. We can't take everyone in, it would strain our resources and destabilize our foundation." After that, I continued, this time, telling him about my plan.
Opening more Sanctum Sanctorums, establishing a school for magicians and sorcerers and then finally, eliminating those deemed unnecessary for our cause.
Balthazar of course, didn't show any hesitation and quickly agreed with my plan.
"So when do we start?" He asked.
"Give them a temporary home to stay at first. We'll test their determination. Leave them on their own and then wait for a few weeks without telling them anything. If they leave then that's all on them."
After stating the first test for the newcomers, I prepared for the second one.
Actually, one of the main reason I came up with the first step was because I was unprepared for the real one.
I need time obviously.
"Then I'll settle it." Balthazar took the initiative and said before standing up.
Instead of answering, I simply nodded my head in return.
With that being said, we both part our ways, with Balthazar on his way to implement the plan.
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I'm excited. Finally, after years of trying to find myself the safe haven for people like me, they emerged.
They call themselves the Sorcerer Society, a band of Sorcerers under the leadership of a very powerful sorcerer named Sorcerer Supreme.
I haven't seen him yet but I've heard of him. His tales of defeating the devils alongside the Angels, despite a few days having passed, is still fresh to everyone.
Though the majority of humanity's memories were for some reason, erased about the event, with the only evidence being the written texts and stone carves that introduces the Sorcerer Supreme to those who are seeking him.
"When do you think the Sorcerer Supreme is going to arrive? I can't wait to meet him in person." A fellow magician beside me spoke, I didn't bother to look at him and simply nodded my head while my eyes glued on the enormous tower in the distance.
"Hey you. Don't you look quite a bit young for this? Where are your parents?" Another voice, but this time manly and gruff, spoke behind me.
Even though he didn't mention any name, I can already tell he's talking about me.
But I ignored him. I already know what he's about to say next about me. After all, I've already experienced this kind of thing thousands of times.
"This place is not for children like you. Go home." As I expected.
Due to my young age of becoming a magician thanks to my talent—according to my teacher and also his teachings.
"No thank you. I'd like to stay." Without saying anything else, I ignored him and kept my eyes straight into the tower.
"Hmph. Good luck getting accepted then." The man snorted in arrogance before leaving.
Thank god. I don't feel like dealing with low-brain beings like him. It's too much of a hassle.
Just as I sighed in relief, the tower's doors opened.
Walking out was a middle aged man with black hair.
"He looks familiar!" One of the magician pointed out with surprise in his voice.
"He must be Balthazar! Merlin's first student!"
"Woah! I knew he was also here! I saw him on the battlefield! He was massacring devils left and right!"
"Amazing! He must be stronger than his master, Merlin then?"
"Maybe?"
"Is he the Sorcerer Supreme?"
"Must be?"
As everyone was contemplating about the man being the Sorcerer Supreme or not, my mind was in a different place elsewhere.
For some reason, I was brought to another place, or was it?
I was in a white space with a watery-like floor, up above was a cloudy blue sky.
Where am I? I asked to myself.
Suddenly, he appeared in front of me. Wrapped by an orange robe, the man or boy in front of me stood with a serene smile on his face.
"Good morning, Nostradamus."
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