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Return of The 8th Class Mage (Web Novel) - Chapter 152 The Prelude to Counterattack (3)
Chapter 152 The Prelude to Counterattack (3)
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[There would have been no reason to send me as an observer if you were not hiding something. Reseesee Radenju, being inflexible, would have classified you as a threat to be removed. However, I wanted to get out of the suffocating place even for a little while and bask in the fresh air and bright sunlight. It is nice out here.]
Ian had not expected what the dragon was saying in a deep voice. One would expect at least a rebellion from the dragon’s black body, fierce aura, and a resounding voice. However, the reason Ian heard was outside air and sunlight, which was something petty criminals would want.
“I think that reason is not enough for you to approach me. Can’t you do that in hiding?”
[You talk a lot just to say to get to the subject,]
“I suffer from those who spout nonsense like a habit.”
Atar Haka slightly smiled as the two did not back an inch.
[All right, I’ll speak the conclusion first. To put things simply, I find you favorable. You seem to be useful in various ways.]
The dragon spoke directly to Ian’s head, and Atar Haka’s voice was so loud that he felt a headache coming.
[Of course, our leader Reseesee Radenju feared the fact you are Fran Page’s blood. So, I had been given the command to remove you in any way possible if you become a threat. However, I like you, which might be a right I could use as the second-in-command.]
The black dragon Atar Haka seemed to the second-in-command of the dragons, right under their leader Reseesee Radenju.
[I would like us to be allies in removing Fran Page rather than becoming enemies. You seem to have discovered something, like the origin of the immortality.]
While it was evident, Atar Haka did not seem to know the origin of Fran’s immortality, since it had not been able to overhear Ian and Fran’s conversation.
“I do, and I’m trying to find a weakness.”
Ian did not say no since the origin was not important. He had only guessed that Fran Page would die if Ian kept on killing him, which was an unrealistic method considering Ian’s opponent.
How many times could Ian kill someone that strong? Fran must have shared his secret because he was sure that Ian would not defeat him.
[Therefore, Ian Page, I have decided to help you.]
Atar Haka stopped speaking for a moment and spurted out black shadows to Ian, who did not find it aggressive or strange.
“What is this?”
The black shadow crawled to Ian’s feet and started to infiltrate to Ian’s, and it was a startling sight.
[Now, try using magic.]
“What?”
Ian tried using a light spell while asking back. He started with the most basic attack magic, the Magic Missile. However, the scale and power were incomparable to others since it was Ian’s spell.
A massive missile flew to Atar Haka and exploded. Of course, such an attack would not even make a scratch on the second-in-command of the dragons, and Atar Haka waved his claws as the dust spread out in clouds.
[Are you satisfied?]
“……”
Ian focused on the subtle flows in his flesh, and he usually would feel the aftereffects of having used magic, whether the scale was large or small. It had felt similar to deeply breathing out, but Ian did not feel a thing now.
“What did you do?”
[Something easy for me to do. Why would I have been chosen as your observer? It is not the power of language, and as you humans use spells, we have our unique powers. What you’re feeling is the unique powers of the black dragons.]
With Atar Haka’s help, everything Ian had wanted was now in place. He would not make his presence known while moving, have stable biometric responses even when he became emotional, and would not leave traces of having used magic after casting spells. Ian could now escape from Fran’s surveillance.
[I know what you believe to be the idealistic conclusion. You would want Fran Page and us to be out of the picture, and just want to douse out the most urgent fire at the moment because you neither have the power or the time.]
The dragon understood exactly what Ian was thinking. Of course, it was not that difficult because anyone who understood the situation and Ian Page’s position would be able to deduce it.
[However, I want to say one thing. You will listen to this since I gave you a nice present, right?]
“I’ll hear it out.”
[Think objectively for once. Fran Page would have threatened you, but have we done so? Have you ever felt threatened by us, without having been deceived by Fran Page?]
Ian hesitated for a moment because he had asked himself whether the dragons have really interfered in his life. Fran Page had deceived him, but what about the dragons?
‘If I suppose the information that I gained were all true…’
Every moment from finding the book of dragons, dying of poison in his previous life, managing to go back in time, the moment he met the gold dragon when the dragon soldiers and the bone dragon had attacked Ian had been planned by Fran Page. Only one of the events, the invasion of the dragon soldiers and the bone dragon was a different story since people strived to find someone else to blame. However, it also seemed to be part of Fran’s picture when considering its cause and effect.
‘While I can’t be certain…’ Ian could not be certain since he had no evidence, but supposing that everything was true… ‘There is not any.’
The dragons had never hurt Ian, as they said that they had not even known him before.
‘……’
Ian could not speak a word, since he had nothing logical to oppose what Atar Haka was saying if his suppositions and the situation he was placed in were right.
[This is an advice and a request, so think carefully what the right choice would be and who would be your true enemy.]
The darkness disappeared with those words, and Atar Haka also vanished without a trace.
‘My true enemy…’
Light flooded in, and the world became familiar again like the conversation had taken mere seconds.
‘Let’s move.’
Ian put the thoughts at the back of his head since he had no time to be pondering over things. He had to keep moving even as the thought.
‘To the next destination.’
Ian’s immediate goals were combining ‘the power of language’ and ‘the black magic’ and evolving them to discover the weakness in the Immortal Troops in one swoop. He needed to be more knowledgeable in black magic than he was now to achieve this plan.
‘The former Lord of the Ivory Tower, Herbert Leon.’
He needed ‘Herbert Leon’ who had achieved greater heights regarding black magic, and actually wanted to know the ‘method’ through Herbet had managed to learn the expertise.
‘He had not learned them just through a few books he had secretly attained.’
While Ian had wandered around the world freely in his previous life, Herbert had spent most of his entire life now and before in the capital and the Ivory Tower. He would have had little chance of learning and researching black magic, as there are strict regulations. However, he must have had a supply since he had been discovered as a highly skilled black magician.
‘I’ll know when I ask him.’
Ian activated a teleport spell and arrived at a mountain outside the capital, where Herbert had tried to revive himself as undead after execution. The place where Ian had burned Herbert’s body was exactly as he had left it.
‘I thought I would never do something like this.’
While Ian had never chosen this method if he had time since Ian disliked such ways, he had no choice since time was of the essence.
“The cursed spirit who can never sleep under earth and hate.”
Ian started ‘necromancy,’ which he had learned in his previous life, but had never used.
“Rise.”
Eerie haze with malicious aura gathered around, and they must be the wandering spirits that had been buried in the mountains.
“Wake.”
The haze circled around Rei with bizarre cries like screams.
“Return.”
The spirits began to take the form of humans when the spell reached the third stage.
“Herbert Leon.”
However, all the others ran away when Ian spoke a specific name, leaving one behind in front of Ian.
(You, you are…?)
The voice from the spirit was definitely not human, and Ian felt chills just by hearing it.
(You, how dare you…!)
That chilling voice became similar to a human until it sounded like an angry old man.
“Old man, it has been a long time.”
Ian had summoned Herbert Leon, the former Lord of the Ivory Tower, and had degenerated several magicians, including Helene into his servants.
(Yooooou!)
“I should just eradicate you if you are going to keep saying only that.”
(……!)
The shouts died out at Ian’s words, as the threat that would completely remove Herbert’s soul from this world worked.
“While I know that you will get excited seeing me, how about talking first? I need your experience.”
(You, what are you doing?)
“I said I have something to ask you.”
Herbert’s soul glared at Ian, but he did not scream as he had before.
“I can give you a body.”
(What? Will you give me a body? You?)
“If a body made of patchwork parts is all right.”
(It doesn’t matter! I’ll take over! Give me the body, and I’ll give you answers you desire…!)
“No, answer first.”
(How can I trust you?!)
“Don’t, since I have nothing to lose. I can get the answer elsewhere, but just came to you because it seemed like the quickest way.”
Ian turned around without hesitation, and Herbert’s spirit blocked Ian from going like an arrow.
(Wait! Stop! I’ll speak! Please!)
Herbert seemed to have gone insane from hate and emptiness, or had he died like that?
“My question is simple. You could not have learned that level of black magic alone, especially when you were tied to the position of the Lord of the Ivory Tower. I guessed you had received information and objects related to black magic from elsewhere, and where was it? Is there a black magician guild still active somewhere in the shadows?”
Herbert’s spirit answered with a laugh full of ridicule.
