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Return of The 8th Class Mage (Web Novel) - Chapter 112: The Robe of Ian Paige (2)
Chapter 112: The Robe of Ian Paige (2)
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‘A dream that any sorcerer would want to dream?’
Ian looked at the new robe, named ‘Ian Paige Robe’, with a blank expression. He became curious as to what the power of the robe artifact that was born bearing his own name would be.
‘A dream……’
With a single estimation, Ian put on the robe.
At first, it felt just like Mitchell Greenriver’s robe.
The robe automatically resized to fit Ian.
The fit was also more comfortable than any other clothes.
“……!”
But the important aspect was something else.
A dream that every sorcerer would want to dream.
That expression has begun to take shape in his senses.
“Mana……”
The power of the assembled mana has penetrated through Ian’s body. Its destination was definitely the ‘mana heart’. What sort of power will be exhibited? Enhancement of mana recovery power? Increase from the limitations? No, the power of the robe wasn’t that simple. It has sufficiently achieved way beyond that.
“Unlimited mana.”
Bertholdo has pointed out the transformation of Ian, which was taking place, on behalf of Ian. Ian’s mana heart has forgone its limitations since wearing the robe. That is, unlimited amount of mana has been inlaid inside the heart.
“That is the master creation of my life’s work.”
Even with the definitive explanation from Bertholdo, Ian wasn’t able to say any words with ease. He was only regurgitating the mana and the mana heart’s transformation little by little. The feeling was certainly different than any point in the past.
It was similar to the original mana, mana heart’s water and water bottle, but he felt how much water was in the bottle in real time. That is, he felt the sense of it slopping. However, not now.
‘That feeling of slopping did not exist.’
The empty space that was related to the slopping was no more. It felt as if it was completely filled to the top of the bottle that has been capped. The magical water bottle that cannot lose its content, no matter how much of it was being poured out. That unrealistic water bottle has been imprinted within Ian’s heart.
“This…… This is unrealistic.”
“Did I not say so?”
Even Ian, who had experienced all kinds of things when it came to sorcery, was left speechless. The unlimited mana. Bertholdo responded with laughter to Ian’s reaction.
“If it was Fran, he would have reacted with a more dramatic fashion. It seemed that you are more mature. In fact, the facial appearances do differ considerably.”
Of course, Ian did not hear.
He was still completely mesmerized by the robe and transformations.
‘At this level, he has already surpassed the level in his former life.’
Ian was sure of his current level. Of course, it does not mean that he has recovered the 8th class level just by wearing the robe. The quality of mana was still in the 7th class category.
‘He would have never known that this type of artifacts existed.’
Yet, the 7th class sorcerer, with such nearly unlimited mana, would be placed on a different plain of his own. What if he was to reach the 8th class level in this current condition?
‘It would be a sight to behold.’
As a matter of fact, it is not finished yet.
He has only equipped himself with a single artifact.
There are still seven remaining artifacts.
‘They must all embody such power like this robe.’
His heart pumped just by thinking about it. Ian did not put too much emphasis on the artifacts in the beginning. As it was in his former life, he used to consider them as useful tools that can be utilized in passing.
As one reaches the levels of higher classes, the effects of artifacts also become negligible. That’s why he set out to find the master craftsman. It was out of the anticipation that there may be more powerful artifacts than the current ones. In other words, it was out of the thought of, perhaps, finding something even in the form of a twig.
That’s how it was.
‘But with such an artifact, the entire situation would change.’
The result was that the harnessed power of the artifact was not of a simple twig. At this level, it was like having discovered a powerful rope. Furthermore, there exist seven more of such ropes?
“You must be very fond of your child.”
It was when Ian entered into a deep thought.
Bertholdo subtly started a conversation.
It was as if he wanted to hear what Ian was thinking.
“May I tell you something in truth?”
“Have you been speaking falsehoods up to now?
“No, that’s not it, but.”
“I’m just being facetious. Please do tell me.”
“I’ve never encountered this type of artifact.”
Those were Ian’s first words.
And praising continued.
“I can tell you that I’ve encountered so many artifacts, but they were nothing more than garbage. As you said, it is a masterful one.”
“Hahaha!”
Bertholdo broke out into laughter after hearing the praises. Although he has stopped shortly, feeling awkward, the laughter was filled with delight.
“Hm! I can’t even guess as to how long it has been since I laughed like this. The kudos that I wanted to receive from Fran, I’m hearing it from his descendant instead.”
It was certainly a satisfaction that came in several hundred years.
The feeling was very special for Bertholdo.
“By any chance, do the effects of the remaining artifacts match that of this one?”
“Maybe, that I can’t say for sure as each one had worked on their pieces in complete secret, but the levels would be comparable.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Still, none of them would come close to my child, so don’t set your expectations too high.”
Bertholdo said in a proud tone of voice.
It was an expression that displayed the master craftsman’s pride.
“I also thought the same.”
“Hahaha……!”
Maybe it was because they were praises and flattery that he was hearing for the first time in many hundreds of years? The tone of Bertholdo’s voice, which was very dry at the time of their initial encounter, has come back to full life.
As it was the long time period that has caused his attitude, it only meant that he was a human.
“However that child… Does it include Craven?
“Include?”
“As one of the master craftsmen.”
Bertholdo nodded in response to Ian’s question.
“Yes. Certainly. His master creation is being stored in that third statue, over there.”
Craven was said to be the master sculptor.
What sort of power holding sculpture is being stored?
What kind of enhancement can it give him?
A sorcerer’s curiosity kept Ian inquisitive.
The desire to test them became so overwhelming.
“It seems that you’re very curious of Craven’s master creation.”
Ian did not necessarily deny it.
In fact, he acknowledged it by nodding his head.
“Fran did also. He could not remain patient when he was curious. It must be a trait that runs in the Paige family.”
After reciting quietly as if he has been reminiscing, Bertholdo walked over to Craven.
The baby faced Craven was still sleeping.
“This guy, did you put him to sleep with magic?”
“It was a light spell. He was acting very impetuous.”
“No doubt, since he has been hiding behind his memories.”
Bertholdo’s large palm was extended towards Craven. More precisely, it wrapped around Craven’s forehead. It was so big that a single palm was as big as Craven’s head.
“Rise. My old friend.”
Ian quietly watched.
He didn’t necessarily feel the flow of mana.
It didn’t appear magic was being used to awaken him.
“You are at your home. How about stop hiding and coming out?”
“……”
How long has Bertholdo’s whispering been? Finally, Craven’s regained his consciousness. He opened his eyes and even surveyed the surroundings.
He took in the images of Bertholdo’s face just before his eyes, Ian, who was watching beside him, the white temple and even the familiar landscape of the Knocking Island.
“I, I’m……”
“Craven. That is your name.”
“My name……”
“The world’s greatest sculpture and.”
“The greatest …… Sculpture.”
“You are one of the master craftsmen of Fran.”
“Fran…… Fran Paige……”
Fran Paige.
It was when he murmured that name.
A transformation took place in Craven’s body.
What used to be brown, his hair turned black.
His skin was also pale until just a moment ago.
In general, he took on the aura that was similar to Bertholdo.
“Aaaak……!”
After having to pull his hair and vomit for a while, Craven regained control of his emotions. Was it because he had an invincible body? The speed of recovery was not like any other.
“…… Mr. Bertholdo?”
Craven called Bertholdo, a ‘Mr.’ It seemed as if though he has recalled his memory for the first time in one to two hundred years, after Fran Paige’s disappearance. His memory has not returned completely, but had to be pleased with it so far. Even though he was of a younger age, he has at least became self aware of his ‘existence’ as Craven.
“Looks like you’re back.”
“How, how did I come here……”
“That gentleman helped you.”
Craven located Ian as Bertholdo pointed at him.
“Assassin……?”
He murmured in great shock. Rather than considering Ian as an assassin, it was like a form of after effects of a lot of recollections being collided.
“As I have mentioned before, I’m not an assassin.”
“Do not approach! I’ve never stole any bread…… What, what am I saying right now……”
It seemed the after effects were much severe than thought.
Even after having felt uncomfortable and strange with his own response, he wasn’t able to control himself as he even hid behind Bertholdo. Of course, as his outward appearance was still a child, it didn’t seem all that awkward.
“Hm, I reckon that some more time maybe needed.”
“I agree.”
Ian expressed an agreement to Bertholdo’s assessment.
It was the weight of the memories that have been stored over hundreds of years.
It probably wasn’t easy to shake that off.
Perhaps, it may be impossible.
“Mr. Mr. Bertholdo.”
“Hm?”
“Have you taken out……the master piece, made for Fran?”
“Ah, as you can see.”
Craven’s eyes sparkled immediately.
The first dragon storage sculpture that was holding the robe.
He was looking at now what is an empty storage.
“How come……?”
“There, his descendant has come.”
“That assassin…… Mr. Assassin is the descendant? Fran’s descendant?”
Strange title has been made as he suffered from both the after effects and the present time.
Craven fell into deep thoughts after seeing Ian, whom he called ‘Mr. Assassin’.
“Then, I will also……”
Finally having decided on something, he began to move towards another location.
And that location was the third sculpture.
It was the sculpture, in which his own master piece was being stored.
Shrrrrrrrr-!
Craven injected his mana into the third dragon sculpture. Its mouth cracked wide open and out flowed bright light. The master piece that was inside also fell with a slow parachuting spell.
Tuck!
Craven’s creation fell on to the ground and rolled.
However, the identity of the piece seemed quite unique.
The long eight master pieces in all.
No matter how hard he looked.
‘Stakes……?’
They were heavy, thick and white metal stakes.
At least that’s how they came across to Ian.
‘Those plain looking stakes are master pieces?’
Irrespective of whether Ian was having doubts or not, Craven appeared pleased as he picked up one of the stakes. Then he crawled into the sculpture through under the tail. It was a behavior that couldn’t be explained at all.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, I’m not too sure, myself.”
Bertholdo, too, could not understand Craven’s behavior.
“I’ll also show you the master piece that I’ve made.”
After murmuring shyly, Craven began to hammer in the stake at a spot below the dragon sculpture’s tail.
It wasn’t being done by brute force. There had been a premade fitting hole in the first place.
“If you were to hammer in the stake…… Right here, like this……”
As the stake was being hammered deep into the spot under the sculpture’s tail, the reason behind storing a plain looking stake, which Craven has created, was being slowly revealed.
“Assassin…… I mean, let me introduce it to you, his descendant!”
With the immediate change in the verbal title for Ian,
An awesome site began to display in the middle of the island.
To say it in one word……, It moved.
What has actually moved?
The sculpture into which the stake had been hammered into.
That is, the gigantic foot of the sculpture.
The long neck and tail.
Along with the wings.
“Dradragon……”
After introducing the name, Craven’s attention moved towards the sculpture. To be exact, he examined the order in which the sculptures were lined up. The sculpture that moved was the third one from the left.
“Number 3!”
The dragon sculpture that looked exactly like that of a live dragon.
That white sculpture began to flap its wings.
There also spewed blue light out of its sculpted eyes.
