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Return of The 8th Class Mage (Web Novel) - Chapter 136: Ancient Memory (1)
Chapter 136: Ancient Memory (1)
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‘A potion?’
An item that has materialized before Ian who was reading a book. It was a bottle containing golden liquid.
A small note was accompanying it as well.
The message was even simpler.
[Drink up. Unless you’re scared. From Dad who has four names.]
It was certain to him, after having seen the note. The note that was with the ancient dragon manifesto. And the note that was with the notebook, containing the spell of the family. Everything must be the work of Fran Page for sure.
“I have been played.”
Although it has been anticipated, now that it has become a reality, agitation overtook him.
Someone has been controlling his life from the background? If it was an ordinary person, one would have felt dejected, but Ian’s final reaction was ‘agitation’.
“Now, it’s my turn.”
Ian murmured as if to pledge it to himself. He gulped down the golden liquid, at once. Then the scenery began to change all around him. The library that was filled with books, just a moment ago. That has gradually changed into outdoors, wide plains under the blue sky, and blue forest.
“……?”
It wasn’t just that the scenery had changed. Ian, himself, had been teleported to another place. Or, it could be inside a magical illusion, like the last time.
‘Mana has returned.’
The very first thing that he felt was mana. The mana, which had been taken away by the dragon, that mana heart has returned to his heart after having received it back from Fran. An indescribable sense of relief overtook him.
Passaak-passaak!
It was when he was feeling the sense of relief. The sounds of footsteps in the grass were heard. It was a familiar one’s approach. Fran Page, it was him.
“What is this place, sir?”
Ian spoke formally to Fran as they met again. Of course, it was only formal on the surface as the voice still accompanied a sense of edginess. That was obvious. How could words be spoken with respect at this juncture?
“……”
However, Fran closed his mouth shut even as Ian asked. Instead, circling around the area, he observed Ian.
As if he was ‘wary’ of a new entity, that was. What was he up to now?
“Can you be…Is that you?”
Fran finally spoke.
The problem was with what was being said.
“What the heck are you trying to do now?”
“A prophet had promised to send a human. I had heard that it would be a young man who had the same hair as I… Are you that person?”
“A prophet……?”
It was certainly a nonsense that was hard to understand. Hence, Ian could only tilt his head.
‘What nonsense is he talking about?’
It was certainly the same entity. The Fran Page whom Ian had seen inside the magical illusion. It was exactly the same being as that one. The brown hair, not so attractive face. However, something seemed to be off somewhere.
“You must be. The language that we speak now is the one that was endowed upon us by the prophet, himself. Glad to meet you. I’m Fran.”
Ian was speaking the language of Greenriver Empire.
The reason was simple. It was because Fran was the first to speak in the language of Greenriver Empire. Yet, what does he mean by the ‘prophet’s language’? It became more nonsensical as the conversation continued.
“……I’m Ian Page.”
Ian reluctantly introduced himself.
The response to that was truly a spectacle.
“Oh! Page! Were you a lineage of the tribal chief? Let me see. Page tribe, Page tribe. Hmm, I do seem to have heard of it before……”
The ambience that was being emanated from Fran Page was quite different, now. It would not be surprising to say that he was all together a different person. If that transformation was to be described in more direct terms.
‘……He seemed to have become dumber.’
That’s how many deficiencies could be found in him.
It was hard to believe that it was the same person.
What the heck was going on?
“I feel like I’m hearing about the Page tribe for the first time, but… Hm, I suppose! The world is a big place, right? Or perhaps…Have you come down from that world above? The one the prophet has personally sent down…”
“What are you trying to do?”
“To us…What?”
“I asked you what you are trying to do.”
“Trying to do…Ah!”
Ian’s pointed question.
Fran clapped his hands.
“It seemed that you have not heard the detailed explanation from the prophet!”
“……”
“It seems that as my request has been very sudden, the prophet must have sent you in a hurry. Certainly, it is an urgent mater, but an explanation is in order.”
“……”
“Please do not stare at me that way. I could not have guessed that the prophet who is fully occupied with many matters would respond this quickly, either?”
He wasn’t someone that Ian could definitely communicate with.
Perhaps, it would be better just to hear what it was that he was about to say, at this juncture.
That’s exactly how Ian felt.
“So, You, Ian Page, who is a noble one of the world above and lineage of the tribe, has been personally sent by the prophet……”
“Please, just call me Ian.”
“……Ian will do from now on.”
The two have quickly shortened the names for each other.
They continued their conversation.
“I ask you for your help in systematically perfecting the power of the language, so that I may successfully put the ‘world’s chaos’ to rest.”
The world’s chaos?
Perfect the power of the language?
Ian asked in response.
“What do you mean?”
“Unlike the world above, the humans of this world has tough time just to stay alive, at the moment. They are too busy running away from the gargoyles, the ogres, the trolls, the goblins, the imposing numbers of monsters, and other various races, just to survive. Especially, the gargoyles that are overtaking the world, utilizing their amazing reproductive capabilities.”
It was when he had heard up to this point that Ian could make a guess about what this space ‘was’ all about.
‘Past.’
Of course, it was Ian who has come into the past. Or maybe not, he wasn’t sure as it could also be an illusion. However, the world that has been opened before him, its background was definitely of one in the past.
‘And it was one from the very long time ago.’
Based on the words ‘The gargoyles are threatening the world,’ it appeared as if this moment was the time before the dragons were even trained on the power of the language. If that gap in the time was to be described in terms of numbers.
‘At least it would be several thousand years.’
The spirit being of Reseese Radenju that had the memory of approximately thousand years, even that being had described the time, when the gargoyles were the top predators, as very ancient. That was, it wasn’t inappropriate to describe it as several thousands of years ago.
‘In fact, even that could be insufficient.’
Ian stroked his smooth chin.
He had travelled through multiple layers of time.
Whether he has actually come into the past, or it was an illusion, it didn’t matter. He wasn’t even particularly curious.
Only……
‘What is he up to?’
‘The Fran Page of present time’ has clearly stated that he would bring Ian up to his level. Yet, he has been showing himself, in the past and the past world, all of a sudden?
There was no way of understanding what he was up to.
“Are you listening? Is the explanation too difficult?”
“……Please do continue.”
Was there any other way?
All that he could do was to listen.
“I was able to protect the world with my powers up to now. The people of this world, that is. However, no matter what I did, it wasn’t possible to protect everyone. My body is only one, yet the world is so vast.”
It was Fran Page who had existed many thousands of years ago.
He had protected humans from the monsters of the world. However, it was impossible to protect every human being.
As he said, the world was vast, and there were many people.
“Even if it was the natural order that all humans cease to exist, and the monsters take their place, I have no intention of accepting that without trying. I am a human, and I will continue to be a human. So, I thought about it. And I’ve made my decision. That is, to protect as many people as possible. First……”
‘The Fran of the past’ paused for a moment.
Extending his right hand out, he recited.
(Open.)
The sound has resonated from mana, rather than from a vocal cord.
Then something awesome took place.
Everything that was in front of Fran’s hand, from the tiny grass to the far away mountain range, all that which had made up the ‘space’ has neatly folded up like paper. No, even the description of being folded was not sufficient. It was a strange phenomenon that one could not even easily see in dreams.
(Collapse.)
It was the sky this time.
Fran’s hand has been extended out towards the sky. Then even the blue sky came down, collapsing. It was not a joke. It was not an empty description, either. Truly, the space that was the sky began to quickly crumble.
(Restore.)
The awesomeness did not end there. The quiet recitation of the word, restore. It was a single word that even Ian could understand. Everything has returned in response to that one word. The grass and the mountain range which were folded like papers. The blue sky that had been crumbled down, too. Everything has returned back to their original states. It was as if the time has been turned back.
“The power that I was born with.”
Fran who has demonstrated this awesome power.
He spoke as he looked at his own hands.
“I plan to establish a ‘system’ with which I can teach this power to other humans. I am asking you to help me do that.”
The power of language that Fran was born with. He wanted to teach that power to others. However, he did not know the method to do that. So, help him so that he could find the way.
“And the second request is……”
(Kkkkkkkkk-!)
(Kaaaahhh-!)
At the moment when Fran was about to continue. A strange sound was heard from beyond the plains. It wasn’t a strange sound from a single entity, but from many. The sound was even familiar to Ian. It was none other than a ‘flock of gargoyles’, in the hundreds. The bastards came towards Fran.
“……Do you know how to fight?”
The Fran of the past asked as if he was whispering. Fighting most likely didn’t only mean using fists. Instead of a vocal response, Ian only nodded.
“May I see your skills?”
“If you want.”
He was aching to get even since his mana was taken away from him. Especially, if it was those gargoyle bastards, he certainly had the interest in annihilating them.
“Ice.”
Ian’s two arms extended towards the sky. A strong chill surged up into the sky. It was like dark clouds filled with lightening.
“Storm.”
Ice Storm.
It was, ‘Ice storm’.
It wasn’t a simple chill. A countless number of ice chunks raged all around, like hail. If ‘blizzard’ spell was a magic that freezes everything in its range, ‘ice storm’ was certainly more powerful.
(Kaaaaaahk-!)
(Koooooooaaahk-!)
(Krrraahk-!)
As it was a magic in which countless number of ice chunks would physically ‘smash’ every object within the range, just by simply looking at it from the visual perspective, it would only be an extremely destructive magic.
“Do you think this is being able to fight, somewhat?”
“Certainly, you are a man sent by the heavens.”
The Fran of the past raised his thumb. The more Ian looked at Fran Page, the more he saw him as a completely different person. Could even that outward appearance be a trap, also?
“The second favor that I’m about to ask of you is a simple one. Right this moment is when those gargoyle bastards are in heat. If they go crazy among themselves, it would not be an issue, but they come out into various parts of the world and attack people.”
Fran explained clearly and made a small gesture with his hands. Then the remaining gargoyles were all ‘incinerated’. It was truly not an imaginative expression. As the expression described it, they have disappeared into thin air.
“There is a limit to what I can do, alone. Although the two of us may not completely stop them, it is still better than one doing all the work, don’t you agree? I want to ask for your help in order to minimize human casualties.”
The first favor was none other than the power of the language. He was asking for help in developing a ‘method’ and ‘systematizing’ it in order to teach it to others. And the second favor was to help him protect more people as soon as possible.
‘…Is this it.’
He will bring Ian up to his level.
That meant the he will transfer the knowledge of the power of the language in perfect form. That was, in the process of helping Fran of the past, he would master it on his own.
‘That prophet fellow must also be the Fran of my time.’
The ‘prophet’, the one, which Fran of the past was referring to. That must probably be the Fran of the present time. It was a useless, yet very interesting playground.
‘In such a playground, I suppose I’ll have to play along.’
Ian showed a subtle, small smile. It bothered him to go along with what Fran said. Yet, there was no other method. Furthermore, it seemed to be impossible to get away from here. Away from this illusion of the ‘past’.
‘I’ll make this the last time.’
The last time to be played like this. The power he had, the power that would be learned from him. The moment the ‘power of the language’ was mastered perfectly, when that power was to be evolved as Ian wanted.
‘That would be when it all starts.’
Everything would be remade as Ian desired, with Ian in the center.
“Alright. I will help.”
Ian and Fran Page of the past. It was the beginning of a rather strange companionship.
