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Return of The 8th Class Mage (Web Novel) - Chapter 110: To the Knocking Island (2)
Chapter 110: To the Knocking Island (2)
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Certainly, it was said to be a ‘Moving Island’.
Then there must be a propulsion power.
The power that makes the large island move.
There must be a source that produces that power?
The Propulsion powers can be categorized into two forms.
First, the island itself contains the power of life.
That is, the island is a living life form.
Or.
‘It moves by the power of magic.’
It does not matter which case it may be.
Ian is a sorcerer who had already leaped beyond the 7th class.
He has already transcended the definition of common logic.
There is always a way for a sorcerer of that stature.
That is, the magic to find the island.
‘As long as the island is somewhere on the sea in the west.’
Of course, as the sea is vast, it cannot be guaranteed though.
However, it is possible to at least find it on the ocean in the west of the Roe Principality. That is, as long as it rests somewhere in the forefront of the open ocean.
“Mr. McFadden, when do you plan to set sail?”
“What? Ah, we still have some time……”
“Then, please babysit that child for a while for me.”
“By child, do you mean……?”
Ian pointed to Craven, who was sleeping on the horse.
He is sleeping, oblivious to any bother in the world.
He was just a child when only looking at the face.
“He could go berserk when he wakes up. So, please give him a kind care.”
“What, What……?”
Ian levitated into the air after leaving Craven to the seaman’s care. He no longer needed the Greenriver’s robe. That is, he no longer needed the power of the robe in order to fly freely.
“Metamorphosis, mana.”
It was the magic that was used when knocking down the spirit of the dragon. It was the magic spell that converts the body to become close to mana. The ‘metamorphosis mana’ has been invoked.
Blue mana surged out of the body and the vitality of mana was released with each breath. Both of his eyes also sparkled with blue light.
“Hugh……!”
After controlling his breathing, he flew out to the west side of the ocean.
It was so fast that the pier no longer became visible in a blink of an eye.
Ian arrived at, what can only be described as, the desolate open ocean.
Immediately, he began preparing for the second high level magic.
“Seer Detection.”
Seer Detection
Seer’s search.
It is the utmost high level magic of the detection spells.
That gray light of mana dispersed out into every direction.
It appeared as if it would engulf every area of the ocean in the west.
“Aaaak……!”
At the same time, incredible amount of information came banging into his head. Due to the vast coverage area by the spell, the vitality of mana and the life forms that were being sensed were incredible.
“……!”
Ian closed his eyes, squeezing tightly.
It wasn’t because of just a simple headache.
Including the information that were just received,
As well as information that is being transmitted in real time,
Every piece of the information needs to be regurgitated.
“……”
How long has it been?
Ian opened his eyes wide open.
His blue eyes were filled with certainty.
“Found it.”
Ian recited quietly.
He hurriedly returned to the pier.
So that he could find the island with Craven.
“I’m sorry for the inconveniences.”
“Ah, you’ve returned!”
Having landed back on the pier, Ian took out something out of the spatial pouch. Then he tossed it gently to McFadden. As it was tossed slowly, he caught it reflexively. Soon, he couldn’t hide his amazement.
“Gold coin……?”
What was tossed were none other than several gold coins and as they were made out of gold, it was a currency that can be utilized anywhere in the continent. It may just be small pieces of gold that were doing nothing for Ian, but to ordinary people, that certainly wasn’t the case.
“It is a payment for the information.”
“……Sir?”
“And with respect to the hideous monster.”
“Hideous, hideous monster?”
“He is not such a bad dude as you may think.”
“What, what are you talking about……”
“I have met him before.”
“You’ve met……”
McFadden’s eyes began to move with much concern. What is that bastard sorcerer talking about? By hideous monster, he must be referring to the tower lord of the Ivory Tower in Greenriver……
“Well, thank you. Do wish that you have a safe sailing.”
Ian flew into the air with Craven on his back. The distance from the pier to the island, which ‘uses mana as its propulsion power’, was considerable. However, as it was detected through magic, it wasn’t the distance that couldn’t be covered either.
‘What is the secret that this bastard is hiding.’
The capabilities of Craven as a master craftsman.
And the identity of the ‘Fran’ that he is looking for.
Everything will soon be unearthed.
“……Uh?”
After having flown repetitious number of times, Ian finally reached the proximity of his destination. However, what he saw was not what he had expected. If there was anything that came immediately into his eyes, it was
‘Floating in the air?’
To define it correctly, it wasn’t an island. It was a land that was levitating over the surface of the ocean, but was seen as an island as the height off the surface of the ocean wasn’t significant. Additionally, over the ground, there was a wide open flat surface.
‘This is……’
The land, which was levitating in the air and even the wide open plain without variations in the terrain, was similar to the ‘land of plenty’ of illusionary witchcraft.
‘But this is a different place.’
The most visible difference was the vestige.
The vestige of many people having had lived here.
For example, many houses that are destroyed as if ruined.
And cultivated lands as if were used for certain purposes.
It was if the entire island had been a single village.
No, it seemed it had been a village.
‘At least, a long time ago.’
Based on the conditions, it seemed like a long time has passed. Perhaps, at least one hundred years may have passed? With cautious approach, Ian headed to the center of the island. He wanted to look for a good spot to set Craven down in order to wake him up.
‘This spot would be good.’
Ian stopped walking.
The spot was surrounded by the ruined house sites.
He set Craven down in the middle of the area.
It was for the purpose of lifting the sleep spell.
“Who… Who is it?”
It was right then.
A voice came from one of the ruined sites.
Ian immediately responded to that voice.
At the same time, he gathered significant amount of mana.
He was fully prepared for a fight.
‘It’s not human.’
Ian knew that as soon as he heard the voice. It was so, for the obvious reasons. The seer detection spell is a magic that allows sensing the flow of mana and all life forms within the range, yet no information on ‘life forms’ from that spell has been detected. So……
‘It was not a human, monster or anything else.’
Human, monster or even a dragon.
They all cannot transcend the range of ‘life form category’.
Something that stood fine even having bypassed the range of that category.
The entity that can move and speak in such a manner.
There is only one entity like that.
‘An Undead.’
An undead that has been reborn through black magic.
That was the only conclusion he could draw.
“Lift your guard. This place is home to me and my kind from long ago. If anyone should be vigilant, it should be us against an uninvited intruder.”
“……?”
Ian narrowed his eyes upon hearing the voice, thought to be, of an undead man. A man that meets many characteristics of the descriptions in the diary. That is, with the description of ‘master craftsman’s characteristics’ recorded in Mitchell Greenriver’s diary.
‘Black hair, pale skin and the cunning voice that does not mesh with its appearance.’
Everything matched up from one to ten.
It was the time to verify the last characteristic.
“I’ve come to this Knocking Island with that child’s request.”
Ian purposely spoke in the language of the Greenriver Empire.
“Child? That child, who is sleeping?”
In response, the man thought to be an undead spoke in fluent language of Greenriver Empire. There was not even a trace of insufficiency. Ian was certain although they have only exchanged words just twice.
This man, he must certainly be closely related to the said master craftsman in the Greenriver’s diary.
“And yes, I’ve come to seek you as well.”
“…… Do you know me?”
In response to that question, Ian took out the diary of Greenriver and a stone that had Craven’s message from the spatial pouch.
“I’ve seen the written record of you in this book. Do you remember the name of Mitchell Greenriver?”
“Certainly, he is the fellow that granted me a difficult favor.”
“This is the diary of that sorcerer. And.”
After closing the diary, Ian showed Craven’s message.
“And this is the message that this child has left.”
The man who received Craven’s message.
He surveyed Craven’s face.
“A-ha, it’s him, Craven.”
Finally, the man nodded his head.
He must have finally recognized Craven.
“I’m sorry that your visit may be in vain……”
The man murmured as he looked at Ian.
“Do not wake up that child.”
“Is there a reason?”
“There will only be disappointments.”
Ian was very perceptive. Craven’s message indicated that he could not die even if he wanted to die and that the man that watched over this island was certainly an undead. There was also a very high probability that Craven was also an undead.
“Are you all undead?”
“Similar. I mean, we could be perceived that way.”
The man acknowledged without much hesitation.
He could feel mixed emotions of both reluctant acceptance and pain in that short answer.
“As far as I know, undead is an invincible entity, but understand that there is a way to become extinct.”
The method could be cruel, but it was certainly possible. As Ian had destroyed Herbert, the former tower lord of the Ivory Tower, who was reborn as an undead, there existed a way of incinerating the body parts.
“I also thought so.”
But the man’s response didn’t seem that way.
“To Mitchell Greenriver, the sorcerer, I’ve repeatedly asked him for the same thing. That I wanted to die now, so do burn the pieces of my body. He rejected it many times, but honored my request in the end.”
It was a request of the ‘master craftsman’ that did not appear in the diary.
It was understandable that it was not mentioned at all.
Wasn’t it a truly cruel act?
“I thought that I could die forever with that.”
The man shrugged his shoulders when he said that.
He was eventually reborn was what he meant to say.
“Death was just my, but all my kind’s objective. That is, for everyone that had lived on this island. We went out to find a way to die and bring it back, but nothing even to this day. Craven must be hiding inside his memory, unable to handle the situation.”
Hiding behind his memory.
It must mean that he has closed off his original memory.
It was the reason behind the multiple personality condition.
As he may have lived in many countless forms.
“……”
Ian fell into a thought for a moment.
Find the master craftsman and make the artifact.
That simple beginning has become very complicated.
What should I ask that man first?
“……Fran.”
It wasn’t too difficult to find the right answer.
The name stayed with him from the moment he’s heard it.
I must ask the true identity behind that name.
“By any chance, do you know someone by the name of Fran?”
“……!”
The man’s consistent dryness in expression has suddenly wiggled. It indicated the importance of the name Fran.
“Has Craven told you of that name?”
“He has often comeback as a normal personality. It was the name that he had referenced. It is that Fran is also an important name to me that I’d like an answer if possible.”
“Hmm……”
The man frowned upon hearing that.
He also began to look around here and there.
Everything from Ian’s toe to the top of his head.
His eyes rested, more specifically on Ian’s hair.
“Now I look at it, you appear somewhat alike.”
Ian felt his heart pump loudly.
That was because the word alike carried a lot of weight.
“By any chance, are you also a sorcerer?”
“That is so.”
“As time has passed greatly, you couldn’t be a son.”
“What……?
“Could you be a descendant?”
At this point, his heart instantly became silent from pumping loudly. It was because he was in an utmost anxious condition. It was as if to open a forbidden box that should have never been opened.
“Fran Paige.”
“What, What did you just say……”
“The name was often used by that one.”
The man’s voice continued.
“It was the name of the one who gave us the eternal life, which we had once desired.”
