Return of the Class 8 Mage
89. to reduce, and more (1)

Chapter 89. To reduce, and more (1)

(That is the name given to me)

Radenju's voice, the dragon, continued.

(He is also the leader of all the dragon clans.)

The amazing story continues. Leaders. Doesn't that mean the leader among all dragons? She got to the level of understanding why fairy queens are looking for ‘Reeses Radenju’.

(Of course not me, but my true self.)

Radenju, the dragon leader's spirit added lightly. There will still be no change to the extent of being the same entity. At least a thousand years ago, that is.)

“I've heard a lot about it from the fairy queen.”

(The boy was really following the real me. It was hard to believe that such a crying baby had become a queen. It's breathtaking.)

“A crybaby...”.

Ian suddenly stopped talking.

Wouldn't that have happened about a thousand years ago?

He could have been a crybaby then.

Yes of course.

‘Although it does not match at all.’

That's Ian's conclusion.

Then he returned to the main topic of conversation.

“I want to ask one more question.”

(Speaking.)

“Evantus, the dragon, has issue. It is said that his descendants should be given a time permit, is it possible for you?”

This is a question of the lifetime given to them, to the descendants of Evantus, the Dragonian. Should Ian be able to provide a solution to that problem, wouldn't they tend to follow more diligently, and wholeheartedly?

(That's impossible. My authority is only limited within this space so I cannot change the results from the outside. However, if they fail to find my true self and clan then it is acceptable to send them here. They can live without end, at least in this space.)

Time flow is always possible in this space.

Therefore, if they want to continue living, send them here.

That's what's going on.

“I'll pass that message.”

(Hm.)

It was impossible to resolve it completely, but the concern over an immediate death could be reduced. Although it was said that the rest of the life time was about a hundred years, that time seemed very short to his descendants.

“Is it impossible for you to guess where a dragon, in the outside world, might disappear?”

(I don't know. However, my true self must live.)

“How can you be sure?”

(Because I continue to exist.)

Ian could understand without too much trouble.

If the true self dies, so does the spirit.

Doesn't that mean?

(And.)

The dragon continued to speak.

(If there is a problem with my actual safety and that of my family members, there are only two reasons. First, internal struggles because only the same kind can harm a dragon.)

It was a rather arrogant statement, but not true at all. Even a spiritual being, without any power, was this powerful, how powerful was the real dragon?

“They are almost invincible.”

That'sthat's all.

Most likely, an invincible entity.

There is no other description more fitting.

(There are always exceptions. Eliminating the true self and the same kind, there is only one existence that can harm a dragon.)

“Who is it?”

Ian knew the answer even as he asked.

It was an existence that was constantly mentioned.

It must be a human who speaks the language of dragons.

Maybe, it will be the first ‘witches’?

(He is a human who has created the magic you use, and trained dragons with the power of language. He could be called the teacher for all dragons, I guess.)

“What...”.

It was the most shocking thing he had heard from the dragon. Although he had assumed it, he could not even imagine such a thing. How could ordinary humans be the teachers of dragons?

“Is dragon language a dragon language?”

(Have I ever used the phrase dragon language, even once?)

“……”

Right, that's right, come to think of it.

There really isn't. Definitely not used.

It is simply called the power of language.

From the first meeting and until now.

(How it is known to man in the outside world is uncertain, but it is not the language of dragons. It was only the original language that had great power.)

When the dragon spoke that much, the landscape of dimensionless space, which was created after the place called space, changed. The green meadows spread wide and countless dragons flew through the air.

“It....”.

(Don't be surprised. This space is a recreation of my will, a landscape of my memory. Maybe, it's been a long time.)

Ian looked at the vast scene with great interest. Where's it? Where was such a vast and green meadow on the continent? There was no way for him to know, no matter how hard he tried to think.

(There, do you see?)

In the direction the dragon looked.

There, deep in the meadow, dragons gathered.

And the little entities that exist between them.

“Man?”

Ian approached the group of dragons and humans. Although Ian could see them, the virtual creatures could not see them.

“……?”

Ian was shocked when he and the humans, who were considered to be the first witches, were within reach of each other. That must be a familiar face.

‘Magic, it must be the man in magic.’

The same brown hair Ian had.

And a rather unattractive appearance.

That must be that guy.

And he started to remember at the same time.

The warning he spoke of.

It was an entity, which was considered the teacher of the dragons.

Those were the words spoken by that entity.

(What's up? Do you recognize him?).

“No no. It's just that he looks familiar..”.

(Understandable. All humans look similar.)

Dragon ignored him as if it was nothing.

Then he opened his wings in all directions.

In parallel, the surrounding landscape was dismantled.

They had returned to where they came from before.

To a dark and light space, a dimensionless space, where he fought for his life.

(Is there anything else you want to ask?)

The dragon asked.

Ian pensively for a moment.

Many things flashed through his mind.

Then he concluded.

“…..Yes, there are many, but this is not the right time.”

(That's. Do you want to go?)

“Iya.”

(Very good.)

Dragon nodded his head as Ian answered unshakably. Ian wasn't in a hurry because he could always come back and ask later.

(And.)

“Please talk.”

Then the dragon remained silent.

Then just as Ian was about to ask what was going on.

The words of the dragon continued.

(Do it back.)

“Sorry?”

(I'm bored.)

Ian smiled at the comment.

It doesn't make him feel too bad.

It was an invitation from the dragon king.

When else could such an invitation be given to him?

(Then, I'll let you out.)

The dragon clearly said that it would let him go.

Then why did the dragon raise its front legs?

Even started pouncing on him.

Towards Ian.

“Aak!”

Ian must have started the barrier spell.

However, the barrier was not formed.

There wasn't enough mana in Ian's body.

In other words, this place was meant for the will of the spirit.

His words and thoughts became space.

He wants to empty where's Ian?

Only at that time, mana would be empty.

Like now.

(When you'll be back.)

Dragon king spirit, ‘Reeses Radenju’, raised his front leg. Surprisingly, there was no one. If it was a real space, Ian would definitely be a carcass, however, no one was close, let alone a carcass.

(A little more.).

The dragon spirit muttered a few words as he lay on the ground, and as soon as he closed his eyes, darkness fell on them. As usual, it will fall deep into repeated sleep.

(I hope you will come back stronger ...).

It was a very sleepy voice.

Not inferior to Ian.

Even though it is only a spiritual entity.

Even though it was incapable of using force.

It was the leader of all dragons.

It's certainly not an easy opponent.

Only if there is a reason.

(I mean, is this the first time. As far as I am ..).

This was the first in a long time.

It was fun for the first time.

A short and fun gift.

Maybe, that's the answer.

* * *

“…..The first thing he wanted to do when he saw me was kill me.”

Ian has returned to the real world.

To the same place where he disappeared with a flash of light.

It's been 100 days, even though he didn't realize it.

“That's why.”

Even the unreal images made her goosebumps.

When he was almost helpless in the face of death.

He didn't even want to imagine it.

‘Jeez, is this the only way to get out of that world every time...’.

Not likely. Can't do?

Dragons always come and go.

‘Cannot.’

Believing like that, Ian examined his heart first, more specifically, which heart. Perhaps, could it be that the growth in which the heart is also not real? The idea came to make him worry.

‘Let's see. It has been preserved.’

What he was worried about didn't happen. The result was that with ‘five breaths of the red dragon’, he had achieved growth that had previously been restrained.

Of course, even training with the undead dragon warrior was still good. Without that roasting training, such growth would take much longer. All efforts have yielded such results.

“My family must be worried about me.”

Ian executed the flying magic to return.

‘Ah.’

He then returned to the ground.

‘From now...’.

Ian called out all over the mana.

A bright white light gathered in his hand.

The converging light looked like a crystal.

‘No need to fly to and fro.’

He smashed the light with his fingertips.

Then immediately, an intense light shot out.

At the same time, it swallowed Ian's body.

The ‘magic spatial transport’, 7th magic grade level.

‘Teleportation.’

The purpose of the spell was a big house.

It was Ian's house and his family's.

He arrived in the blink of an eye.

“Honorated!”

Vanessa, her mother is in front of her eyes.

Espel, the pink cat is there too.

“I, Ian?”

(You, you?)

The mixed voices of the two women were heard.

Has it been that long they looked so surprised?

Or because he appeared out of nowhere?

“Tian!”

Vanessa grabbed Ian's hand, after rushing towards him.

Quite a lot of time must have passed.

At least a few weeks…..

“Where have you been for more than three months ..”

“….. Three months?”

He jumped several times over by any conservative measure.

For three months, I mean it's been longer than that.

“However! There's not much time to waste like this. Ian, hurry up and go to the Ivory Tower. The entire empire was one big mess! ”

Ian could hear all the happenings over the past hundred days. Although they were not very detailed, it was enough to gain a good understanding, from the sudden decline of the emperor's health to the unstable situation among the empire.

“Hmmm..

It's more serious than I thought. Especially, the emperor's health problems worried him. As in his previous life, there were many questions. Moreover, it even starts faster in 6 years. Of course, it doesn't seem like a natural relegation.

“Previous life, also in the present.’

Even in his previous life, the death of the emperor had stirred up all sorts of rumors about poison, magic, curses and the like. It's the same this time. There must be some outside influence. He has a guess. Ragnar, dragonian, dragon order. A lot of things came to his mind.

“First, war must be prevented, I guess.”

It was also the same case with war. That's too fast. Well, right from the start, Ian had no intention of starting a war, not even the slightest bit. The one thing he regretted the most was the war. Wouldn't he repeat it?

‘Except of course continental unification occurs ...’.

It cannot be the result of war. It was a state that only he, Ian Page, had to achieve. This would be the case where all the kingdoms would kneel before his overwhelming strength.

“I'll be back.”

ian said to Vanessa.

Simultaneously, he gathered light with his fingertips.

White light forms in the form of hexagonal crystals.

It was the effect of the teleportation technique.

“To reduce the situation.”

***

“Non-aggression agreement has been reached with the Ro Kingdom. As long as conditions are met, there will be no concern over unilateral demolition, My Lord. ”

‘Hector Coldwood’, crown prince of Coldwood Empire, who had taken absolute power, unlike Greenriver, nodded.

“Very good for the ladder of opportunity ..”

While holding a glass of wine, his hand trembled with ecstasy. Opportunity is called, the ladder of opportunity is never left. Opportunity is always taken advantage of. He had achieved his status of power by taking every opportunity to strengthen and kill the competition at every opportunity.  

“Must strong”

His intuition, the planted intelligence network, and the results of the negotiations were all whispered into his ear. This opportunity should be the most ideal, the largest legacy that can be left by everyone, the first step to achieve ‘continent unity’.

“Hm.”

Hector Coldwood wet his lips with wine. After evading the supervision of the Greenriver Empire, he had arrived at ‘Amber’ Region, an eternal enemy of the Morgrian Region.

“Good.”

Hector Coldwood came out of the tent with determination. There was even a military camp, set up by the secretly gathered forces.

“A message has been sent to Greenriver as well.”

Of course, everything moved silently.

It had traveled through countless camps.

Still, the remains and witnessed are inevitable.

That message should have been delivered by now, I believe.

‘Although not useful.’

With a faint smile, Hector Coldwood moved onto the platform. The platform was high enough to see every troop gathered there.

“War is chance.”

Hector started talking to the troops at once.

Sound-boosting crystal ball helps increase volume.

“This is a chance to climb to higher ground, a chance to reach the plateau, where more hidden treasures. Doesn't that only happen to tall people? No, it happened to you too. In fact, it's more useful for ordinary warriors, like you.”

He used the phrase, ‘common soldier’, to his own men without hesitation. However, there was not even the slightest sign of hatred. Instead, it has attracted the eyes and ears of ‘ordinary soldiers’ to Hector.

“Once you cross the border with unsheathed swords and spears, everything that appears in your view is an opportunity. If you want, do the looting until your heart is satisfied. If you want, rape until your heart is against. If you want to kill, kill as you like. I, Hector Coldwood, guarantee that the opportunity you have there, all that you hold, will be yours.

It was none other than for ordinary soldiers.

Speech made in the name of the existence of ordinary soldiers.

The spirit of the troops was lifted by the speech.

“Do you feel like a victim in the war? If that's the case, take everything you want, beyond the limits to make up for your regrets. Bring it back to your homeland with a full handful. Property, prostitutes, or whatever it is..!”.

That was when the speech had just begun to touch on the main topic. Streams of white light gathered on the platform where Hector stood. It was not clear, at first, because it was a very small light.

“…..?”

But the light grew clearer bit by bit.

Is that all? They even begin to form shapes.

Arms, hands, feet, body, and even head.

It is a human form.

“The speech is very scary.”

The light eventually formed into a human form.

From the light came a physical sound.

It's a human voice.

“Who, Who is it!”

The troops gathered around the mysterious figure.

They surround human-shaped light in a circle.

At the same time, they blockaded the surrounding area near the crown prince.

“What is it?”

With that silent rhetorical question.

Human shaped light forms color.

It is a human color, not white light.

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The skin color is on the bright side of the tone

Hair color turns light brown.

The wide-open eyes turned green.

It formed into the shape of someone very famous.

“ME.”