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Return of The 8th Class Mage (Web Novel) - Chapter 117: The Return of an 8thclass mage (2)
Chapter 117: The Return of an 8thclass mage (2)
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KKKZZTT KKKZZZZTTT
The electric forces formed the shape of a cylinder - in literal terms, it formed the shape of a staff. It looked like something a god would use if they wanted to poke someone in the human world. It was that enormous and majestic.
Ian started to think faster.
‘All the number of the soldiers… and their places… ‘
It was a result of maximizing his infinite use of mana. It would be shameful to simply say he was thinking fast. His calculation skills and memories exceeded that of a normal human being.
‘Everything is perfect.’
All the calculations were done.
“Divide.” Ian murmured under his breath raising his hands.
The electric cylinder - the wand of the heavens responded by dividing into tens, hundreds, thousands of shreds.
“Take one down each.”
Ian had divided the wand of the heavens into the number of soldiers in and outside of the city so he could strike the soldiers with one bolt each.
“Let’s go.”
The order was simple. The consequences weren’t simple, though.
Tens of thousands of electric bolts crashed down like lightning at the same time. It was as if it was the end of the world, but each bolt had a clear target.
KKRRRZZZTTT
All the thunderbolts nearly perfectly hit its targets.
The thunderbolts hit all the dragon soldiers that were now climbing the castle walls, rounding up and threatening the city people, blocking the front of the shelter, fighting with the mages and roaming around the city as if it were theirs. These dragon soldiers that even the city guards had been keeping their distance were now being targeted and hit in the head with the bolts.
Each bolt hit its target perfectly, it was almost scary.
KKKRRRR —!
The cries of the monsters spread throughout the city, but it didn’t last long.
“…”
Ian had shown great powers. It had been a spell that that required extreme focus, and was each lightning bolt destructive enough? But Ian wasn’t tired, nor did he feel dizzy in the slightest.
“That was bad.”
Ian mumbled to himself, looking at his hands. He then looked away to the new artifacts his father in law had given him.
First, the staff that he had gotten from the carpenter Zerbio.
‘No wonder he said this helped magnify the effect of the spells.’
The staff actually had great power.
The thunder had divided into tens of thousands of bolts, meaning the powers of the bolts had divided as well.
Despite this, the thunder bolts were destructive enough to wipe out the enemies.
‘This just doesn’t help with spells - it almost evolves the spells.’ Ian thought to himself, his tongue sticking out.
His gaze moved to the gloves that were protecting his hands. Even these had a special power. As long as he kept these gloves on, he didn’t feel cold nor hot. Even better- he never burned his hands, nor did he freeze them.
It wasn’t proven to be true yet, but Betardo had explained they would come to some good use.
The next artifact was the blue robe.
Words would not be enough to emphasize its importance.
After all, was it not worth an infinite amount of mana?
All the high level spells Ian had cast during his ‘magic show’ just now was from the powers of this robe.
‘If I hadn’t had this robe with me…’
Summon gray clouds over the city. Divide the soldier dragons from the citizens. Put a protection over the people. Hover lightning bolts over the enemy. Every step had been perfect.
If he hadn’t had the robe with him…?
‘I would’ve passed out in the process of casting the protection shield over the people.’ Ian thought.
He knew this wasn’t a light situation. His old self from his previous like would have agreed. His old self didn’t have the powers to have performed what had just happened.
‘But even so…’
He lightly touched the single earring on his left ear.
‘Now this is something.’
It was a piercing made of purple jewel. It was an amazing piece of art that the jeweler Dennis had made. It had saved his life from a problem Ian himself hadn’t been able to solve.
What powers did it have?
Simply put, ‘the golden days of the physical body’.
It helps to maintain the powers of the physical body at its best state. One’s muscles, bones, brain and intestines weaken visibly as time goes on, but this earring helps to maintain the body at its best state, as long as the earring is on.
‘I never thought it would work for the mana heart as well.’
Thanks to the earring, even the mana heart, which hadn’t grown to its full potential yet, was now in its most powerful state. Not only his physical body, but the mana heart, the core of mana, was now like that of an adult.
And that was the return of the ‘8th class Mage’.
He was back in the highest level he had achieved in his former life. He was Ian Page, the 8th Class Mage. It was a perfect return.
“Whew…” Ian sighed as he slowly landed on the ground.
He immediately headed over to his mother and looked over Ledio and Douglas as well.
“Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine.”
Vanessa shifted slightly, careful as not to reveal the Fairy Queen. Mother and son had decided to address the Fairy Queen by the name of their cat, Espel.
“This is all thanks to her Highness, the crown prince, and… Espel. If it hadn’t been for Espel, we might be in the Underworld by now.”
It was true. It had been the Fairy Queen who had fought against the dragon soldiers on her own.
“Espel…” Ian started.
(I’m fine, human.) A voice sounded in Ian’s mind. It was the Fairy Queen. Her once energetic voice was now deadpan, as if to hint that she was tired now.
(I’m sure you have a lot of questions. But I don’t have anything to say. I don’t how Spartoi turned out this way, or how all of this started…*cough!)
The Fairy Queen wasn’t in the state to converse with Ian. Not now. It seemed she didn’t know anything, either. There was only one way to answer his questions.
‘Looks like I’ll have to ask him myself.’
Ian had destroyed all the dragon soldiers, except for one. It was Spartoi, who was still waiting outside the city. Ian decided to talk to him.
“You’ve done well.” Ian said to the princess. He was considering asking her to clean things up after he was gone.
“Teacher…!” The princess stammered, her eyes glistening with tears. She had done her best not to show it, but she had felt devastated, surrounded by monsters a while ago. It had been hell for her, fearing they would all face death as she tried to come up with immediate solutions that weren’t planned.
“I have gotten rid of all the monsters that attacked the city, and haven’t left a single one alive. You will no longer have to lead the people to safety. Let everyone in the city know, and start with the city repairs.”
“Teacher… what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to try to solve the root of all this. I think I may have some idea of what’s going on.”
Ian could have said a few encouraging words to his student, but he kept it formal. The princess simply nodded, as if she hadn’t expected anything. This was an urgent situation as Ian had said.
“Ah.” Ian said, as if he suddenly thought of something. “If anyone makes a problem out of you doing magic, I will give the order of handling the issue as the Master of the Ivory Tower after this is all over.” Ian said as he handed her a piece of treasure. It was a symbol of the Ivory Tower owner.
“You’ll just need to show that to make things clear.”
“…Alright.” The princess replied, and her expression darkened.
She seemed to remember that she was supposed to keep her powers a secret.
‘… I had no choice.’ The princess thought. She didn’t regret having used her powers, though. It had been an emergency, and as a 4th class mage, she had simply tried to prevent more problems. She had been able to save a lot of the people, and saved Ian’s family as well. Her own comfort wasn’t worth anywhere near the value of their safety.
‘Now, if only I can protect the people around me…’
The princess was only a little concerned about the safety of the people who had kept her powers a secret. After all, she was a 4th class mage, and she was sure there was a way to protect everyone.
“I know you did it to protect your people.” Ian said, keeping his formal tone, but he was saying something completely different. “I will put that into consideration.”
“Ah…” the princess replied. His response sounded like the sweet spring rain.
“Well then…” Ian bowed, and after paying his respects, he was off with a teleportation spell. His destination? Outside the city of Greenriverdium, where Spartoi was located.
****
Spartoi, who had managed all the dragon soldiers, was standing all by himself, left all alone. All of his soldiers- tens of thousands of them- had already been destroyed. However, he only stood in his place staring up at the sky without escaping or coming up with a back up plan. It was as if he was waiting for an order.
“Spartoi.” A voice said.
A stream of light appeared in front of him and took form of a human. It was the mage, Ian Page, wearing a blue robe.
“I need to talk to you.”
Spartoi didn’t respond.
(The bloodline… of Fran Page… ) Spartoi mumbled slowly, just like the empty shells of his dragon soldiers.
(Someone… that needs to be destroyed…)
At that moment - CLANK!
The pieces of bones around them started to make clanking noises. Could it be magic? No. Ian didn’t feel the energy of mana.
(Will follow… their ways… )
However, it wasn’t just the pieces of bones around them. The remains of tens of thousands of the destroyed dragon soldiers floated over Spartoi’s head, up into the sky.
(Will … cut them off… at an early stage…!)
