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Reborn as the Doomed Heir of a Mage Dynasty (Web Novel) - Chapter 222 Part 1
Chapter 222 Part 1
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The mage’s gaze fixed on the shattered window.
No one could’ve known I was on duty here.
Eavesdropping? Tracking?
Impossible for me.
[Switch out! I’d handle it better than you.]
Crash—!
At those words, the mage yanked out his artifact and smashed it on the ground.
‘Switch?’
The word didn’t register.
Through the broken window, he glimpsed someone with pink eyes passing by. The red Magic Power that shattered the window first was unmistakable.
It wasn’t the Investigation Bureau or anything else holding him back—it was his target.
“Hahaha…”
He got me.
His face wasn’t smiling, but a small laugh escaped. He swallowed hard.
* * *
[We express deep gratitude for the heroic actions of Lucas Askanian, Eszett Deputy Leader, in saving over 500 imperial guests. Emperor Friedrich and our Empire recognize Deputy Leader Lucas Askanian’s loyalty and exceptional abilities as an imperial mage. We hope for his continued dedication to the Empire.]
9 a.m. that day.
The Imperial Mage Association’s chairman, using amplification magic, spoke solemnly and handed me a commendation plaque.
I’d been up until 4 a.m. handling the berserk terror incident, without a wink of sleep, and got dragged here.
‘That was fast.’
They’d usually downplay it, but since the victims weren’t citizens but foreign athletes, they couldn’t risk backlash—Pentalon’s transnational influence could turn into criticism. So, they’re praising the mages and medics who resolved it peacefully, planning to pamper the athletes.
To advertise it’s not the Empire’s fault, they’re slamming Pleroma and hyping us as heroes.
[We also extend deep thanks to Leonard Wittelsbach and five other mages for their swift cooperation. Without your efforts, this peace wouldn’t exist.]
Leo stepped forward, accepting a plaque on behalf of the five teammates lined up behind.
The brief, under-30-minute ceremony ended, and our photos and story hit the Imperial Times immediately.
Back at school, my teammates wore cryptic smiles.
“I just slept at the dorm and went out—how’d I end up with a plaque…?” Elias said.
“Haha, right? Kinda embarrassing,” Yulia replied.
“Nah~” Elias shook his head.
I joined him, smiling. “Knowing you guys would come running gave me the confidence to go that far. If I couldn’t count on you, I wouldn’t have pulled it off.”
My kindest tone yet.
Since the Empire gave me a separate plaque, I had to be careful not to spark subtle tensions.
But even beyond that, my teammates were genuinely crucial.
Speed was everything in this.
My words drew puzzled looks from them.
After narrowly escaping their attempts to drag me into day-drinking, I returned to my room.
“…Huh.”
I raised an eyebrow.
Opening the door with my key, I saw a ridiculous sight.
A mountain of pink notes piled on the table.
Elias, who’d come with me, froze.
The culprit got in here—naturally.
I stopped Elias from clearing them and sorted through what felt like fifty notes, arranging them in the order of their likely thought process.
[What the hell is this?]
[Do you know how hard I prepared? Do you know how shocked I was when you showed up at the hotel? My heart sank. No, words can’t describe it.]
[My first mission failure ever.]
[You took my first failure?]
[You’re the best.]
[We’re… incredible. This is fate. Something’s connecting us.]
[I can’t believe it.]
[If you can read my heart, why haven’t you replied once?]
[No need to say why. You clearly want to keep watching me too. That’s why you don’t reply. Before, it was just a game.]
‘Mental victory skills on point.’
Takes this level to pull off such insane shit.
I glared, then looked at Elias, who was trying to distract me by slinging an arm over my shoulder.
“Oh? Lucas finally sees me.”
“Yeah. Got something to say?”
“I was thinking…” Elias scribbled on a paper and showed me.
[What if I disguise as you to deal with them? Seems like the only way to reduce risk.]
With Narce’s ability, it’s possible. Not true transformation, but illusion.
Still, too much. Why?
“What about your safety?”
“I’m fine~ It’s fun!”
Elias, looking ready to bash the culprit’s head, forced a grin. Chilling sight.
I couldn’t let him go down a bad path at this age, so I ignored the idea.
Besides, I had a plan.
“Eli, got something to tell you.”
I pulled him close, casting a tight soundproofing spell with Divine Power, whispering.
Elias’s eyes widened, his face full of questions.
I patted his back, smiling. “Tell the others.”
* * *
“Formed a team less than a week ago and already got plaques? Medals next.”
“What are these kids?”
That night, Imperial Second Academy.
Third-year mages resting in the school park laughed hollowly, reading the Imperial Times.
Today, Lucas Askanian and Eszett received commendation plaques from the Imperial Mage Association.
Just days ago, someone threw eggs at mages at Pentalon’s main stadium. Being there, Askanian traced the culprit’s clues and uncovered a berserk terror attempt at the Grand Hotel.
He saved over 500 lives staying there.
‘Didn’t peg him for that… Guess he *is* Adrian Askanian’s brother.’
Many students idolize Adrian, but this guy’s the closest to him.
At this level, maybe the Empire and Anhalt are truly allied, like in Dasrothe.
With Pleroma’s signature eye color, his actions scream imperial mage.
Harder to swallow: he’s been officially imperial for less than a week. This is all his accumulated skill, but how he found this case is beyond comprehension. And why was he a mess at school last summer?
But…
‘Shouldn’t he be thrilled right now?’
Lucas Askanian, in front of them, looked rough.
It’s the weekend, so everyone’s got free time, but Eszett went to the imperial ceremony and returned to school. School must feel comfiest.
Except for Askanian.
He responds gently when greeted but otherwise looks like death.
“Why’s an imperial guy dressed so sloppily? Where’s his gloves and hat?”
“Guess he’s laid-back.”
“Bullshit… Think creatively.”
The third-years chuckled and bickered.
Then, something dropped on the table.
“What’s this?”
A pink note. A student picked it up, examining it.
“They sell paper this color? Where?”
“Don’t worry about that—figure out what it is…”
As he started to open it, a shadow fell.
Askanian, just grimacing from afar, smiled and held out his hand. “Must’ve gone to the wrong place. It’s mine.”
It landed on *my* table, and it’s *yours*?
A dozen retorts flashed, but with every newspaper hyping this guy, no one wanted to pick a fight.
The third-year exchanged glances with friends, reluctantly handing it over. “…Sure. Take it.”
“Thanks.”
Askanian grinned, turned, and his face soured again instantly.
The third-years shrugged, baffled.
