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Return of The 8th Class Mage (Web Novel) - Chapter 107: The Tracks of an Artisan (5)
Chapter 107: The Tracks of an Artisan (5)
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“What the……”. Jackson was surprised.
The three servants who caught that traveler became nothing but flesh in a blink. This wind just blew out of no where and bang! something exploded.
Jackson and the servants were puzzled.
“It, it, can’t be······!” They exclaimed.
It didn’t take long for them to figure things out, and as they figured what happened fear was the only thing left. That situation itself was something more to say than just a puzzling situation.
“Ma, ma, ma, magician······?”
The only word that can explain this whole scene is ‘Magic’. Which can only mean that this light brown-haired traveler is a ‘magician’.
“Ah, ah, ahhhhhhh!”
Everyone realized what was happening. Jackson the leader also realized that. But what are they to do to realize that now? They were already in the hands of Ian the great wizard.
“If you don’t want to die.” Ian said.
Ian’s voice was loud and clear.
His voice was filled with mana.
“Don’t move.”
That was enough.
Everyone froze.
Jackson, and all 16 servents.
They didn’t want to die.
“I’m going to ask some questions now, doesn’t matter who answers. Tell me everything you know for the sake of yourselves. Understand?” Ian asked.
Everyone nodded with fear.
“Cleven, tell me everything about that kid. Where you met him, why he’s helping you and how you knew about his special ability. Anything is good.”
With that everyone burst out with answers. Each one of them started to tell every bit of information.
They were desperate to live.
“He, he was just a tramp with no memories.”
“Everyday he was a, a different person.”
“At first, since he’s young and quite pretty, we were planning to sell him to the nobility with those particular taste but······.”
“As he was insane no one would have him······.”
“We just left him alone and he started to make this statue······.”
“He only made dragon shaped ones.”
“It, it was very mystical.”
“Light and sound came out of the statue······.”
“S, so······.”
They all had different answers.
But everything seemed true.
Since the story was flowing smoothly.
“In short······.”
To sort out what they said,
Jackson and his crew were traffickers selling all kinds of slaves to the nobility.
As they were looking for humans to sell, they found Cleven a boy who had no memory. At first they were planning to sell him to the nobility who would be interested in a pretty boy like him, but his DID was a problem.
‘Then he started to made the dragon statue.’ Ian thought.
And that came out to be something more than anyone could imagine.
A magical statue that lights up and makes sounds, this was it. Jackson was sick of living like a dog of the nobility and royalties, and right then an idea that would make them live as the royalties sparked in his mind.
‘And he plotted a plan.’ Ian thought.
From then Jackson and his crew plotted a plan.
They started a cult in a small village. That village was Bordon which was suffering from famine and plundering. They introduced themselves as ‘Dragon priests’, showed the dragon statue, and supported the village with food and clothing. It was a good start.
‘From then everything would have gone smooth and fast.’
Just like that they took over the village. Since they also bribed the noble family who was in charge of managing the village, the village was literally there own independent place.
“Hmm.”
Ian thought with his arms folded.
That was the end of their story.
They didn’t seem to know where Cleven was from or who he was.
“Please save us······.”
“Please spare our lives! Please······.”
“Just once, this once······.”
They plead.
In a firm voice Ian replied,
“That’s not enough.”
That was like a bolt from the blue for Jackson and his crew. How can that not be enough, they told him everything they knew. Not one lied as they wanted to live.
“Something feels missing.” Ian said.
“There, there’s nothing else to······.” Jackson said.
“Speak. Think of something.” Ian demanded.
“Th, th, th, that, is······.”
Jackson and his crew started to stutter.
Everyone stared at Jackson.
He was still the leader.
They were all hoping him to do something.
“That······ that is······.” Jackson stuttered.
“Guess that’s it.” Ian said.
“F, F, Fran! Fran!” Jackson exclaimed.
“······?”
Ian’s face hardened with Jackson’s reply.
Fran was a familiar word. The question is though, why would that come out now? It was a word no one would expect to hear at this situation.
“······tell me more.” Ian said.
“That, that boy sometimes spoke in a normal state. I only saw it once, but he said it then! He asked where F, Fran was, that he didn’t need eternal life. I did ignore him as he seemed crazy······. ”
It’s even a person’s name.
Yes, Fran is a common name.
It can be seen easily in any country.
If there was a problem though, even if it’s a common name.
‘My dead······ father’s name.’ Ian thought.
Was that it’s his dead father’s name. His father’s name was surely ‘Fran Page’.
A man who named his son ‘Ian’ only because he thought that a simple name is good, Ian was also a common name.
‘Why does it have to be my father’s name······?’ Ian thought.
Of course, it might just be a coincidence. As it is a common name. But still his heart was beating.
Was it because his dad’s name came up all of a sudden? He couldn’t calm down.
‘Father was······.’
Ian knew only a few things about his father.
Only that his name was Fran Page, and that he always emphasized the name ‘Page’ though he wasn’t a nobility, and that he met his mom and ended his adventurer life, and······ that he was very ugly that people called him an ‘orc’.
“······.”
As Ian was quiet, Jackson and his crew tried to read his face. Was he going to spare their lives now? They were filled with hope.
“Anything else?” Ian asked.
“There, there’s nothing now. That was everything we could think of! For real! Please trust us!”
Jackson bowed down and plead.
So did the crew.
They did their best as to live.
But.
“I will trust you.” Ian said.
“Th, thank you! Really thank······.”
“but I never said I’ll spare your lives.” Ian said.
“······?”
Jackson and his crew were confused.
Soon they understood what Ian meant.
He had no intention of sparing their lives.
“You, you son of a bithch······!” Jackson screamed.
“That would be you.” Ian replied.
And that was it.
Everything was all cleared up.
Jackson and his 16 servants.
Their long and dirty life were gone.
Not one single drop of blood, nor a piece of flesh.
Was left.
“Whew.”
Ian started out of the forest with a lightened face, though his mind was much complicated. Why was it his father’s name? Even though he concluded that it was a coincidence he couldn’t get this weird feeling out of his mind.
‘Cleven, turning him back to normal is the first thing to do.’
He had to hear it from himself.
That would be the only way to get rid of this confusion.
“Huh?”
Ian came out of the forest.
A strange sight was in front of his eyes.
‘The villagers······?’
At the border of the village and the forest where the chapel is, the villagers all came out. They were holding things that could be used as a weapon. Like small ironware, daggers, sticks and bats etc.
“Wha, what did you do to the chief and executives?”
The eldest came out to the front and asked. Their voice trembled, but it seemed like they screamed out with all their bravory.
‘······sheet.’
Ian know realized what was happening. Why the Bordon villagers came out with weapons. First off they might have heard the sound of Jackson and his crew. Even though Ian cleared them up in just one movement, it was impossible to block all the screaming coming out.
‘And they’re in the cult. It’s likely that they’re assimilated.’ Ian thought.
These people were all deceived by Jackson and his crew for a long time. They won’t even notice what happened to them.
For them Jackson was their saver and protector.
“Those guys were traffickers who deceived you all with a statue that was under a charm. They were very cunning.” Ian said.
“No, nonsence······!”
Ian tried to explain.
But it didn’t seem to work.
That was the power of a cult.
The villagers blind faith was stronger than steel. It was impossible to break this wrong belief.
Especially from people who were desperate.
‘Very frusturating.’ Ian thought.
Ian didn’t act for the people of Bordon. Somehow he was here and he just cleaned the dirty place. That was all.
‘What should I do?’ Ian thought.
How should he act now?
Should he ignore them and go on his path?
Ian was thinking hard.
Then all of a sudden he thought of a solution.
‘Yeah, there’s no fundamental solution anyways.’
These people are already into the cult.
It was impossible to find a solution for that, and Ian had no duty to fix these people. Instead······.
‘I can lead them to a better direction.’
As Ian made up his mind a ray of light came out. It was the effect of a teleportation spell. The destination of this odd spell was Evanthus’s nest, the ‘Dragon Layer’.
“Evanthus.”
Ian found Evanthus in a hurry, but not only was he not there but his son wasn’t there either. Instead Evanthus’s daughter was lying on the hammock in the corner. She looked relaxed.
(······huh?)
She found Ian who came out of no where. Surprised, she came out of the hammock.
She also dropped the book she was reading with pleasure. The title was ‘Green River’s Wizard’, the author was ‘Luca Luca’.
If Ian saw this book he would have thought of someone, but unfortunately it was too far to see.
(You, you are?)
“Where is Evanthus?”
(He went in search of the Gargoyles with my brother······.)
“Ah, of course.”
Ian nodded as though he remembered.
“When Evanthus was in charge of the Order of the dragon. Have you ever helped him with the work or going in the front?” Ian asked.
(Some, sometimes I’ve managed the senior members.)
“Sounds good. What is your name?”
(Why are you asking my name······?)
“Because I need it.” Ian answered.
Evanthus’s daughter bit her lips. What an arrogant human. But she couldn’t ignore him.
He was a wizard who won over her father Evanthus, and also made her and her brother live longer. How dare could she do bad to him?
(······Hernelia.)
She replied in a small voice
It was a name that was much easier to pronounce than Evanthus.
At least for Ian in was easier.
“Hernelia. Great. It’s very urgent and I need your help right now, is it okay?”
(Wha, what are you talking about······?)
Ian reached out a hand instead of answering.
It was to grab Hernelia’s sholder.
“You’ll know when you get there.”
Why would he ask if it’s okay in the first place? Anyways a pure white ray of light swallowed Hernelia and Ian. The destination was Bordon Village.
“Huh!”
The villagers were surprised at Ian’s re-appearance.
He suddenly disappeared and now he’s back. He even brought someone. Is it his companion? But that companion looked a bit strange.
It looked like a person, but it was certainly not a person. Red wings, red tail, two horns on the head, eyes that resembled reptiles and it was very beautiful unlike all the features it had. How can that be a person? No matter how it looked like······.
“D, Drangon······?”
One of the villagers muttered shockingly. It was a little different from what was commonly known but few features were enough to resemble a dragon.
‘Good. Just as I thought.’
The villager’s reaction was just as Ian has thought. With one last action it will settle this complicated situation.
“Her name is Hernelia.”
Ian started a speech, which was not in the plan.
“She is the descendant of the dragon that response to you all. She couldn’t bear to see you getting deceived by those fault believers that Hernelia came down herself.”
(No, nonsence······!)
“Now do you understand? The only thing I did was to condemn the tricksters. From now on the descendant of the dragon, Hernelia will lead you all herself, so please forget the wrong belief and awake your new faith.”
Hernelia was puzzled.
What nonsense was he saying in front of all these weird people? If there was a problem it would be these people in front of here. The way they looked at her was suddenly changing.
“Wo, wow······!”
“The descendant of the dragon!”
“Finally you have come down!”
“For our salvation!”
“Please save us!”
Hernelia began to panic at the fanatic reaction.
She wanted to ask them who they thought she was to say that.
“With your experience, please look after them for a while.”
(What? Why, why should I······?)
“You don’t have anything to do anyways”
(No I don’t!)
“You were just reading books lying around the bed.”
(Th, that······)
Hernelia’s face got red.
Even her hair, wings, tail, eyes were red that now everywhere seemed to be red.
“I’ll be back when the time comes.”
(W, wait!)
“Even though they’re like that they truly believe in dragons, your great-grandparents. As the descendants you should take responsibility. I think they deserve it.”
(That doesn’t make sense······)
“I’m counting on you. Not just in Hernelia, but Evanthus’s education and the noble blood of the red dragon. Okay then”
Hernelia was to talk with Ian.
But she had now way. As Ian disappeared with a ray of light. She couldn’t even know how to use a teleportation spell.
(Wh, what the······)
She mumbled as though she couldn’t believe what was happening.
A bolt out of the blue wouldn’t be so bad as this.
“Hernelia!”
“Hernelia!”
“Hernelia!”
How would they know how Hernelia is feeling.
