Return of the Class 8 Mage
92. To reduce and more (4)
Chapter 92. To Reduce, and More (4)
“Ragnard?”
“My daughter.”
Princess Hailey and Greenriver are in the emperor's room. Ever since the emperor's health deteriorated, he had remained on his father's side, voluntarily becoming a guard.
“You come often.”
“He's also my dad.”
“….. I didn't mean it that way.”
“Of course I understand.”
The relationship between Ragnard and Hailey is very delicate. It's not bad or good. There is one common stock that they will face directly. However, since both have “kota” sons as common thread, this complicated relationship will most likely continue forever.
“Does father, king, make progress?”
Princess Hailey did not answer too much. It's as it looks. What's the point of responding? The emperor held on to the thread. He had been unconscious for over a month now.
“He must have healed quickly..”.
Ragnard muttered as if he was really worried. He even lightly massaged the emperor's hand. It was the action of the true youngest son. There is not the slightest sign of disharmony.
‘….. Dangerous.’
However, Hailey's daughter kept her guard higher with more and more such looks. He was not a child who would show such compassion. He hears whispers based on all his years of observing and listening experience.
“Tetap alert.”
It was only with internal determination, of course.
Princess Hailey did not show her emotions.
The 5th prince had extremely fast and sharp senses.
He would recognize her from just a little hint.
“Nona, herbal medicine from the imperial palace pharmacy has arrived.”
As an uncomfortable silence permeated, the voice of a servant girl sounded from outside the room, indicating that the herbal medicine for the emperor had arrived.
“Please enter.”
Princess Hailey said as she stood from the side of the emperor's bed. Soon the alchemists of the imperial palace had entered and given the bottle containing herbal medicine to the princess. The color of the liquid and even its aroma were all powerful royal blue.
“Is it the same herbal remedy as yesterday?”
“Yes, woman. With apology...”.
“No, I'm not punishing you. You can go now.”
Hailey stared at the herbal medicine as she spoke.
Then he began to examine herbal remedies, using many instruments.
“Hm....!”
However, the princess could not be satisfied with that level of examination. Since he was unable to understand how the emperor's health was deteriorating acutely, he could only be comfortable with suspecting everything that might happen.
Spatter away!
That's why.
He poured a little herbal medicine into a small cup.
He could only be relieved by drinking it himself.
“He did it again.”
Ragnard silently bit his lip, watching the princess try the herbal remedy. He always gets in his way. Ever since the princess appeared as a caretaker, she had not had the opportunity to prescribe the Landeor flowers to the emperor. Drugs, food and even water had to go through the princess. At this speed, he would not die any time soon.
‘Although he will die in the end.’
The problem is the time. Ragnard wished the emperor dead as soon as possible. That way, his mixed emotions can be firmly arranged. That means it will be very liberating.
‘Dirt....’.
Ragnard stroked the leaves of the Landeor flower that was inside his sleeves. This is a plant that will dissolve as soon as it comes into contact with the liquid. All you have to do is put it in that jamu.
‘Today, no matter what it takes.’
He wanted to prescribe it to the emperor.
He wanted to shorten his father's life.
One more serving is considered what is needed.
He will be able to see the end of that in the next two months.
That was.
“Hailey..
The emperor had returned to consciousness with great difficulty.
Hailey, who took care of him, also recognized him.
It was nothing like a miracle or an incredible improvement.
It happens routinely every few hours.
However, the princess' response was consistent.
“King, dad! Do you feel better?”
With sincere joy, he dashed towards the emperor. On each return of the emperor's consciousness, such tear-jolting reunions occurred. An undetectable smile formed around Ragnard's mouth.
‘This is the time.’
This is an opportunity. Although ‘Dumpil Moret’, the knight and imperial bodyguard were in the corner of the room, he was not a problem. The old knight, who had indoctrinated Ragnard into the sect, however.
‘What I need to do is enter it.’
Finally, the dark blue leaves of Landeor were dropped into the herbs. It must be a mysterious plant. It immediately melted, after touching the liquid, without a trace. How can non-artificial plants react that way?
“King, my father, please try taking this herbal remedy.”
That's when the Landeor leaves are finished melting.
Hailey took the herbal medicine as an afterthought.
He wanted to present the medicine to the emperor.
“Please drink for you to quickly recover ...”
But something strange has happened.
The princess carefully held the bottle of herbal medicine.
It's not too fast or even tangled.
It's like that for sure.
It stinks!
The bottle containing the herbal medicine fell to the floor.
Herbal remedies are spilled everywhere and applied to the carpet.
“Why, why this....?”.
The princess could not understand.
What if the mind has passed through his mind.
There is no reason to drop it at all.
‘Stupid once.....!’
Even Ragnard became frustrated upon seeing that.
What was he doing dropping the bottle of herbal medicine at such a time?
‘No way, can he suspect it?’
The timing was such that Ragnard even had such thoughts.
Ragnard observed Hailey carefully.
Outside, he showed no such signs.
‘…..Let me go for now.’
After being decided, Ragnard walked out of the room as if he was being chased. In the process, he met the emperor's eyes, but escaped his eyes with only an insincere bow. The emperor's eyes that were looking at him had disturbed him.
‘Don't look at me like that!’
The emperor's eyes were staring at Ragnard.
Those eyes were filled with regret.
That's what makes him angry.
‘Why now when you will soon become a forgotten corpse!’
Ragnard felt an unexplained dizziness.
He returned to his own room quickly.
He felt as if he would not be able to get out for a long time.
At least until the emperor died.
‘Why now! Why now! Why now!’
While Ragnard struggled from the old, uncontrollable bitter feelings, the emperor, who woke up briefly, returned to a coma. These are symptoms that have recurred over the past few weeks.
“King, my father ...”
It was an abnormally acute loss of consciousness.
And consciousness returned sporadically.
No one can explain the reason.
Hailey is restless, and also scared.
“You can't die like this. Never....”
To a daughter's heart against her father, to,
And to his brother, the crown prince, the,
The death of the emperor would be the beginning of a tragedy.
“Only if Mr Ian is here at a time like this ...”
What would happen if he were here? Of course, even a magician would not be able to save the dwindling lives, yet he thought that it might be different if only Ian Page were here. He even had the vain hope that with such great magic power, he would be able to cure the emperor's illness.
“Wah.
Hailey's daughter's sigh permeated the entire room.
The breath of the emperor, daughter of Hailey and Dumpil Moret, the old knight sounded.
“Sleep time.”
A third-person voice, which did not belong to the emperor, the princess or Dumpil, was heard.
The sound came alive in the room.
“Who, who!”
Jumping in shock, Hailey's daughter looked back.
It was a clear reaction as the voice came from behind him.
“…..?”
Dumpil Moret, the old knight, first appeared before Hailey's eyes. As if he had not heard any sound, he was just standing where he should be like a statue. However, there is something different.
“Du, Mr Dumpil?”
Dumpil, the old knight did not even blink his eyes, nor respond to Hailey's call. Just breathing quietly, he seemed to have frozen in that position.
“Bottle...”.
“Pss, quiet.”
The amazing events do not stop there.
The 4th quiet voice that just sounded,
The voice sounded once again.
But, this time it sounded from a closer distance.
“Who.....?”.
The princess asked while observing the empty space.
His heart was pounding as he asked.
That was because the voice was so familiar.
“This is me.”
Finally, someone showed up.
The transparent body had become semi-transparent.
Finally, a complete shape and color are formed.
“Master, Mr Ian?”
It was Ian Page, the tower lord of the Ivory Tower, who had been secretly traversing places within the imperial city, using cloaking and teleportation magic for a while.
“How..... I mean, first..”.
Hailey is at a loss for words to say with Ian's sudden appearance.
“It's okay. I know everything.”
“What happened with Mr. Dumpil ..”
“It was harmless magic. He's just frozen. ”
Sleep timing is a step towards the ultimate miracle of paralysis and sleep that causes memory loss between first being under a spell and waking up from it. However, consciousness will continue without interruption. As long as it is not used for a long time, that is.
“I am aware of the situation. I'll finish it soon, so I beg you to follow my instructions as I say from now on. Is that possible?
The princess nodded her head after hearing these words.
He had an aura of supreme determination and decisiveness.
“What should I do? My teacher.”
“Teacher? Ah.”
As he replied, Ian immediately realized what he meant.
He completely forgot about the promise he made with the princess.
“…..FINE.”
Ian has received his teacher's degree.
He immediately started whispering to the princess.
“First...”.
* * *
A few hours have passed.
Ian came out of the imperial palace.
In his hand were flowers and leaves.
It was a flower found in that bastard's bedroom, Ragnard.
It was the petals and leaves that were cut from the flower.
“Landeor Flowers.”
The effect neutralizes what is called mana power, which is,
This was the ingredient for the ultimate poison that had killed Ian, in his previous life.
It was the key that would cure the poison where Radio.
Due to the nature of the flower that instantly dies once its roots are removed from its original location, even growing it, not to mention collecting it is impossible. However, the strange flower appeared perfectly in Ragnard's bedroom.
‘Does the emperor have been harmed by this as well.’
He had not expected to find a Landeor flower in such a way. Wasn't the flower necessary to cure Radio's disease while eliminating Ian's only weakness?
‘How does it stay normal?’
Ian has been diligently studying Landeor flowers for the past 6 years. He needed a way to cultivate, collect, and concoct medicine from her. However, he was unable to find any clues.
‘Ragnard, it doesn't seem like his job.’
Ragnard achieved his goal in his previous life and in this life by using Landeor flowers. It was definitely not a self-achievement, and there was only one outside force that appeared in his mind.
‘Evantus.’
The Dragon Order Leader.
Evantus dragon.
If it had approached Ragnard?
“I have to find it first.”
Is that really that job?
If so, did he know of a method to neutralize the poison?
There's no way to guess that.
However, he could find her and ask.
‘Although he won't reveal it without a fight.’
The immediate task at hand is to find it.
Right at that moment, Ian had a method.
Carrot and stick, both sides are perfect.
‘Maybe start with a story about dragon.’
Might as well.
‘Defeat him with magic.’
The latter would be a better way to start.
He wanted to argue with her at least once.
A witch who had reached the same level as him.
Battle against such an entity with equal strength.
Of course, he did not think he would lose.
‘As far as magic is concerned, no one will be above me.’
After deciding what to do, Ian departed for his next destination.
“Parker Auburn.”
Auburn Parker, a nobleman from the imperial city, who was a loyal servant of Evantus.
His mansion in the imperial city was not too far away.
‘Let me change the appearance of my face first.’
Ian was still hiding the fact that he had returned, so in order to deceive the eyes of the people, he needed to change his appearance.
‘Facing.’
Mary, the witch who was sent to the Pherick Region.
It was the same magic spell he used.
However, Ian's magic was on a different plane.
It's not just about changing the look of your face.
His eyes narrowed like threads, his forehead protruding sharply and even his nose widened and frown. Although he might not be an attractive young man, there was no trace of a face ready to be noticed.
“Have I gone too far with a disguise?”
murmured Ian.
He immediately changed his mind.
The goal is to hide his true identity.
“Better to make sure.”
Has it been thirty minutes since he started walking?
He stopped in front of a mansion.
Aristocrats were considered to be the loyal servants of Evantus,
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It was the home of the Auburn Parker family.
“Who is this?”
The guard who was watching the house asked.
Was it because of Ian's deteriorating appearance?
That's a rather rough and aggressive tone.