Return of the Class 8 Mage
88. prove your eligibility (2)

Chapter 88. Prove Your Eligibility (2)

The great hall, where the high-level magicians Deckard and Ronan, as the leader, and all the other witches gathered. However, that is half of the total population. Where's the other half? Everyone had been sent to the southwest of the Morgrian region, which was the border of the Coldwood Empire.

“There is a change in the condition of the emperor?”

It was the voice of Deckard, a gray-haired high-ranking witch. Calm Deckard led the meeting, not Ronan, who had a fiery temper.

“They can't even determine the cause. The palace doctors, not to mention the invited outer physicians were on the same ship. ”

“No trace of poison or magic at all?”

“The two of us, Ivory Palace, and the palace alchemists have verified it and obtained the same result. For now, it is assumed that his health suddenly deteriorated …. ”

The Empire must be in crisis. Inside, Emperor ‘Terry Greenriver’ fell ill until his health deteriorated. It was much earlier than the 6-year-old age that Ian first predicted.

“How's the situation in Coldwood? Is there new intel from the military, the palace, the Ivory Tower intelligence network, or a private organization?”

“We don't have anything new to report at this time.”

“Hmmm.

The situation outside was also worrying. Not long ago, a letter was unilaterally received from the Coldwood Empire. It was a letter, informing his intention to exit the alliance operation, as promised in the three-state agreement, to conquer the monsters that reached the vast eastern prairie.

“No, it's impossible!”

Ronan, a high-level mage spoke in an angry voice.

“Even in my mind, if I was a prominent member of the Coldwood government! Now will be an opportunity. Opportunity to invade the region!”

The reason for being able to quickly execute Herbert, the former lord of the tower, was not because there was no opposition vote. The reason was not that Herbert's crimes were so horrific. That was probably because Ian Page, the top 6th class shaman, a sharp weapon, was there. But now, the whereabouts of Ian, the weapon, is a mystery.

“They must have felt it. All the situations we have to face! Isn't the Coldwood clan who risked their lives on intelligence long ago?”

The emperor, 1st in the empire, fell ill. The tower lord of the Ivory Tower, who was like a 2nd in charge, had disappeared.

There were no more every 5th class and 6th class mages in the Greenriver Empire. That is, there was a huge void in the defense of the empire. A giant hole, that is.

“What happened to the alliance with the Ro Kingdom?”

“We expect a report from the delegation to the Kingdom soon. Maybe, by the time we start the military meeting tonight. Everyone rides on it.”

Ronan and Deckard, who temporarily delegated the power of the Ivory Tower, had to attend countless meetings every day. There was no time off from the hectic schedule as they had to attend meetings, deal with the Ivory Tower, the palace, the government, the military, and the alliance matters. That's how in the crisis the worries that occur have been in and out.

“If the Kingdom decides to join hands with us, we will have a breath, but if not ….. Then we must aggressively prepare for the worst.”

Aggressive preparation.

What does that mean?

Greenriver and Coldwood.

War between two great kingdoms.

It means entering a state of war.

“Ivoire Tower, do not disappoint your guards even for one minute.”

That's when Deckard's warning was impregnated.

“Mr, Deckard! Mr Ronan!”

A young witch, traveling between the Ivory Tower and the outside, ran into the meeting hall, panting.

There must be an urgent matter.

“What is it?”

“It was broken!”

“Destroyed? Tell us the details.”

“A, a word came from the delegation to the Kingdom, and ....”

Without hearing the nexus, the nexus can be heard.

The most optimal solution at the moment.

Alliance between Greenriver and Principality.

That's what's broken.

‘Pak Ian...’.

In the end, everyone could only imagine one thing.

The only one who can solve this problem.

Name Ian Page, ruler of the Ivory Tower.

***

As the winds of war whirled over the continent.

Ian Page, the ruler of the Ivory Tower tower of Greenriver Kingdom, was still inside the time warehouse. Moreover, he had to fight with the nameless dragon spiritual form. He has not eaten, bathed, or slept.

Is that the reason? As with the dragon's spiritual form, the concept of time slowly began to deteriorate for Ian.

“Because crying out loud.”

It has been ‘1 days’ since the battle to prove its worthiness began.

Unlike him, who was all bent down, the dragon was in good physical condition. He realized it only after one day had passed, the fact that the battle was really only from his point of view.

‘This is worse than undead dragon warrior?’

Thas right. Even if it was only a spiritual form that could not use its power, its skin and duration were already a perfect shield. It was as strong as Spartoi, if not stronger.

“That's lucky it's not real.”

However, it seemed more realistic than trying to defeat a dragon undead warrior in the real world. How could? This world is not real. Everything is not real. If one focused on right consciousness, everything would be replenished. All that has been lost, that is.

‘If there is unlimited mana, there is a possibility.’

So, he did not lose hope.

It is still a challenge worth taking the risk.

He felt that there was enough possibility.

That is, before reaching ‘day-25 ‘.

(Have you given up?)

“I have calculated the numbers, but not yet, at least from a human point of view.”

The spiritual form of the dragon spoke to Ian, who was lying down, very tired.

In this world, it was difficult to sense the time outside. Day or night, worse, there is no hunger or sleep in this world.

(Just say it. I'll let you out.)

“I haven't left, I said?”

(It was just more fun for me then.)

The dragon is sincere. He really enjoyed ‘’meeting‘ with Ian and perhaps, even the ’cat and rat game he played with Ian. It must have been very bored because the great fear he felt in the beginning was no longer there.

‘Is that the actual shape.’

Even if it is a spiritual form, its characteristics, sounds, habits, and all its aspects are definitely duplicated. Just because it's a dragon doesn't mean it's all solemn, feared or dignified. Wasn't that the case based on the verbal conflict seen by the fairy queen and Spartoi, the undead dragon warriors?

‘Dragon left that note…? Impossible!’

The records that were in the book had family spells, when the ancient dragon book was first discovered.

‘Not all dragons are shaped like that..’.

As more gruesome images are being drawn.

Ian could not finish his thoughts.

When a big shadow fell on it.

From under the fallen body.

(Rest ends now.)

It was the front foot of the dragon.

The front claw that would even dismantle the barrier!

The kwang!

The result this time was the same. It was hard to dodge even when fully prepared to react, it was worse when ambushed. If the barrier made with all his might did not protect him, he would have already died. Of course, even though everything is not real, it will also not be fun.

(You surprise me all the time. Being unable to apply the magical language power of his original technique, the only reason for his creation was due to his talent in helping to capture those little creatures. It's hard to imagine that you've been proficient at it. Little talent so far.)

The dragon muttered, pulling its front legs.

His eyes showed genuine admiration.

“Those words, are they sincere at all?”

(Of course.)

“I believe that you will not talk such things while obliterating with one kick.”

(Think about yourself. An insect returns alive, unharmed after being punished with a deadly kick. Instead of luck, he persevered through his own advanced method. Isn't that magical?)

Ian has equated with bugs instantly.

He wanted to give him a good shot at all costs.

As the greatest magician of mankind, he wanted to give an attack on the spiritual form of that arrogant dragon.

‘She even slowly started to worry about the happenings in the outside world.’

Time passes nonstop.

31 St days, the concept of time has been dismantled.

Day 49, still no possibility.

Day 68, everything is the same as before.

82 Nd a day, he began to feel the urge to give up.

And on ‘day 90 ‘ he welcomed with the same attitude

Changes started to happen to Ian's body.

Training with undead dragon warriors. The moment the tickling feeling of mana, of unbearable training, was being lightened, and progress was finally achieved.

‘7 th grade. No, maybe...’.

Ian had assessed which heart growth.

He looked up at the spiritual form of the dragon.

He clearly saw the changed expression.

Overflowing courage and even giving a smile.

“It will be slightly different.”

(What is that?)

“Different from now.”

Then right after 10 days.

Day 10 begins.

The kwang!

The spiritual form of the dragon finally fell. Although it could not use any power, including the dragon language and it was already very weak, it became a spiritual form. After all, he had managed to knock him down. The dragon creature was defeated by an ordinary human witch.

(That's terrible.)

Then a dragon that looked exactly the same descended from the sky above. At the same time, the fallen dragon's body disappeared as if it had evaporated. This is a dimensionless world, everything is unreal. Also, the dragon is a spiritual form only, thus, its physical being does not exist.

(The fact that he did not give up until the end and even achieved growth back then. Is that a thousand years? The outside world must have gone through definite change.)

It was a sincere compliment from the dragon.

It doesn't make him feel too bad.

It was just that he wanted to check before receiving a compliment.

“Have I shown my worthiness?”

(Enterprise?)

“Don't you say that beating you is proof of worthiness? Right to see memories and eligibility of that right.”

(Yes, I did say that.)

“….”

(You don't have to look at it that way. I was just a little surprised.)

Ian was full of suspicion.

Was he fascinated by that look?

The dragon began to explain.

(OKAY. When you have demonstrated your worthiness, I will give you strength, equivalent to the strength of my kind race, or the most powerful allies and teachers of my kind. At present. From this moment onwards.)

Ian simply blinked his eyes even though the dragon had finished speaking. He thought it would continue. For example, it may be some sort of ceremony, using the language of the dragon or proclamation, etc.)

“….. Is it done?”

He waited without end, but it was the same.

He only felt the unique silence of the time warehouse.

(What else do you need?)

“No, that's not what I mean.”

He felt like he was being played.

Ian remained calm.

Instead, he talked about the things he needed to ask.

Because I am worthy, I must know how to use it.

“How can it be used?”

(Using what?)

“To see memories...”.

(Solicited.)

“….. Sorry?”

(If you ask, I'll give you an answer.)

“….”

Ian was at a loss for words.

Just playing is not enough, am I fooled too?

(Do you want to spread your memory? It's not beneficial to you. You won't even be able to tolerate it. Will you be able to handle the timeless time that spreads thousands of years?)

The dragon spoke in a very serious tone.

Well, that's not an inappropriate explanation either.

After all, isn't that a dragon memory?

It is not known whether he can tolerate it or not.

“….. Will you give me an answer no matter what?”

(Yes. You have proven your worthiness.)

“I understand. Then first.”

The first question to ask. If it was a question and answer session, then there was something he had to verify, rather than the spread of memories.

“Elikir. If I drink that key again, will I meet you at that very moment?”

It is impossible to ask all questions in one day.

So the feasibility must be studied first.

That is, whether the entity is something he can see at any time.

(Evantus, the half-breed descendant of my kind. If the key was made whole by the child's breath then it could be at any time. However, the key made complete by the descendants of other races, it would be a different story.it was in mind.)

That is, if there is any material, he can always come back here at any time.

Ian asked the next question as his anxiety subsided slightly.

“Among the key ingredients, there are eyes gargoyle.”

(Royles. Yeah, I know.)

“Where can I find gargoyle?”

(Hm?)

The dragon tilted its long head as the question was asked.

(Isn't that an ordinary creature? Because the numbers are so many, they are the main cause of damage to the balance of nature. So they are used as materials for the key.)

“….. Not so for now. I have only seen it twice, I mean only once in my life. I had used the key with the eyes I had obtained back then. ”

(It was unexpected…. Even for me.)

There were even some things he didn't know.

He seems to be being fooled.

“That's still left.”

If there is a bit of good news from all of this, the number of gargoyle eyes needed to make the key is very small. It is possible to make a few more bottles with the rest of the eye powder.

‘Let me go to the next topic for now.’

Ian calmed himself down. He verified what he needed to verify. Although there was something else he needed to ask, he was more concerned with what was happening in the outside world. Because a lot of time had passed, even though he was unsure.

‘I will check the outside world first and back.’

Ian decided quickly.

He looked into the dragon's eyes.

There was one thing he wanted to know even at the expense of saving another question for later.

“What are you?”

(I'm sure I answered that question the first day.)

“I want to know your name, not just as a spiritual form, or a memory warehouse.”

(Name...).

The dragon could not respond easily.

It is because there is nothing in the physical world.

It seems a bit uncomfortable.

That is, to say his name.

(My name is.)

Finally, his voice sounded.

(Reese, Radenju.)

Reese Radenju's.

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The name was not even foreign to Ian.

The name she heard from the fairy queen.

The name was being conveyed to his head.

One letter after another, they were clearly inlaid.

(That's the name given to me.)