Return of the Class 8 Mage
11. Guests in mogrian house (7)
Guests in Mogrian House (7)
“You should have seen it!”
“Come, stop.”
“Es it appeared out of nowhere with the sound of cracccckkkk!”
“Come on, do you know how many times you've repeated it?”
“Hundreds of goblins screaming!”
“Mendesah...”
“It was on another level compared to what I read in the book!”
The sky shines with the light of the setting sun.
Two soldiers guard the provincial castle.
The one on the left was a scout from the second party who went with Ian.
The one on the right was the scout from the first group who was resting.
“Even the knights are stunned!”
“So you mean, that they muttered ‘it.... a witch’?”
“Throttle once!”
The soldier on the right shook his head.
He's heard it many times.
He was interested when he heard it for the first time.
By reaction, ‘Is that true? Really true? What on earth! Amazing!’
Well, it would be better if that was all he heard.
“I also saved the landlord with him! When I retire, I will write a book. Chronicle of The Mage and The Spearmaster! Yep! Can't you feel your heart beating? ”(E/N: isn't spearmaster roan?, Cross novel reference)
The soldier on the left spoke while banging the ground with his spear.
Looks like ‘The Spearmaster’ refers to him.
“Truppist Spear? Bullshit.”
“Hah, what's up with that? I'm very good at using spears..”.
“Do you even know how to write?”
“Hei! I'm learning it!”
“Huh! Yes right.”
The two soldiers spoke, though,
Someone's approaching the castle.
It was a small child with a small body.
“Bapak. Witch?”
The soldier on the left immediately recognized Ian.
As he said, Ian was a great scout partner that he talked about all day.
“K, you can enter quickly! The landlord is awake.”
That's a lot of fun news.
Finally, Ian could eat dinner without pressure.
With a smiling face, Ian stepped into the castle.
The faces of the servants have changed.
The castle was filled with energy, which could not be seen until yesterday.
Vitality finally returned to the castle.
“Ohh! Mister Witch!”
The owner of the voice was the old butler, Hrothgar.
“You arrived at the right time.”
“I heard that the owner woke up when I came.”
“Oh, yes? Yes, what a relief.”
The old butler expressed his happiness.
He was the perfect man to be the butler of the house.
“Will dinner start at the usual time?”
“Oh course. This time, the landlord has asked you to come over to dinner with him. Looks like he has something to say to you ... ”.
Something to say? Well, of course, Ian saved their lives.
Not only the life of the landlord, also the life of his son, the knights and the soldiers.
It would be a bit problematic if there was nothing to say.
“I'll attend dinner.”
“Then, I will send you a guide, whenever you are ready.”
Ian went back to his room,
It was a large room where Ian lived with his mother.
“Ian? Did you just arrive? ”
Ian was relieved just by hearing his voice.
As usual, Vanessa welcomed Ian.
“Ya, my mother ....”.
Suddenly, Ian stopped his words.
“That dress....?”
“Hm? Ah, this?”
Turning slowly, Vanessa showed the dress to her.
The reason Ian was surprised was because of the dress he was wearing.
She had refused to wear the clothes given to her by the house.
However, the clothes he was wearing were noble clothes.
She also wore jewelry with precious gemstones.
“Does that look good to me? I'm not sure about it.”
“Indeed.”
The beauty of the wearer complements the appearance.
There is no doubt.
“Doing? that's a relief.”
“So what happened?”
“Well, the little lady chose it for me.”
“Small woman?”
“Iya! Including her jewelry.”
That little lady must mean the owner's daughter, Margaret.
“Maybe she feels uncomfortable with the clothes I used to wear, right?”
Well, he must have.
He must have felt that a few days ago.
Maybe his mind has changed now.
“Well, at least he did a good job here.”
Ian looked at his mother for a moment.
He was twenty-seven.
He could not be said to be young but he was not old either.
‘If she was born a noble, she would be the star of the social feast of nobles.’
It became clear when he saw his mother fully dressed.
Ian is the greatest wizard on the continent.
So she had received applications from many women, beautiful women called imperial flowers.
However, he could only remember a small portion of the girl who was as beautiful as his mother. (E/N: most sad?)
‘I do not know how I, the child of this beauty, was born with this appearance.’
Ian was aware of the strangeness of the bloodline.
His father was once nicknamed “Orc”.
While considering that, it was fortunate that he was born as a man with an average appearance.
“Hm.”
He remembered the gold he had obtained by selling goblin corpses.
He had planned to use every bit of it to buy elixir.
“I better leave some gold.”
He thought it would be better to leave some money to buy some gifts for his mother.
He could earn more money whenever he wanted, by hunting more monsters.
“ME…. I don't think I'm a good fit for that. ”
“Come ma'am, I guarantee you mom should be proud of herself”.
“A, what do you mean say that I should feel proud?”
“There is a saying that ‘a genius already knows he is a genius, and beauty already knows he is beautiful. Rather, it was strange if they did not realize it themselves.’ As you know, we're geniuses and beautiful, aren't we? ”
“This little angel! Are you flaunting yourself because you're a Witch now? ”
He gently pulled Ian's cheek with a embarrassed face.
Ian was not trying to avoid his mother's hand, like a ten-year-old boy in general.
‘At least, for mom ..’
She must have felt strange about Ian suddenly changing.
He wanted to be a funny kid for her this time.
*Tok!*
While Ian's cheek was pulled, someone knocked on the door.
“Log in!”
As Ian shouted quickly, his mother let go of his cheek quickly.
“Bapak. Witch, Mrs Page.”
A housekeeper opened the door.
He greeted them gently.
“Evening is ready. Are you ready to go?”
“Ya, we.”
Ian and Vanessa followed the waiter.
At the restaurant, a great landlord and his family, each of them was waiting for Ian.
The food hasn't come out yet.
As the old butler informed him, it seemed like the homeowner wanted to talk to him first before dinner.
“Oh! Welcome, welcome.”
With a friendly face the owner welcomed them.
Unlike when he greeted them at the beginning, this time he really welcomed them.
“How are you hurt?”
“Thank you to many others who pray for me, they are fine.”
“It sounds good.”
“Thanks I received, I really want to thank you for that.”
With a gentle demeanor, the great landlord thanked Ian.
His son, Labi, also bowed to Ian.
“You have saved the present, the future, and the foundation of the Mogrian house. If I pay this grace poorly, I should not be called a great imperial landlord. ”
The presence of the House means a great landlord,
The future means his heir.
The foundation means knights and soldiers.
“I've thought about it. At first, I thought about money and land, which was a pretty generous payment. However, I realize it will all be meaningless to you. ”
The landlord paused for a moment, while breathing roughly.
He still suffered his injuries and when he was unconscious.
“Ah, please don't misunderstand. I'm not saying you've overcome the common desires of humans, or such nonsense. My point is, as a witch, you can get it whenever you want. ”
Thas right.
Even Ian spoke similarly to Margaret.
Margaret's body trembled slightly as she recalled what Ian had said.
“So, the conclusion I made was..”.
The landlord spoke while putting something on the table.
It was an ordinary old wooden box.
“Please open.”
The landlord looked at Ian who pushed him to open it.
Ian already knows what it is.
“Mogrian Ring.”
He could tell when he saw the box.
It was a box containing a Mogrian ring.
‘It was a wise choice to lend it once.’
After the event on the Mogrian mountain ended, the,
Ian returned the ring as he promised, saying it helped him a lot.
‘I'm thinking of mentioning it later.’
He did not expect them to hand it over before he even asked.
Satisfied, Ian opened the box.
As he expected, Mogrian's ring was inside the box.
“I've heard the story. You say that you can feel the mana of the ring. ”
“I realized that it is not an ordinary ring.”
“I don't know. I just think of it as an old ring. ”
The great landlord stopped.
He looked at the ring, the heirloom of the house, for a moment.
“What kind of strength is contained in the ring? Is that a force that helps you, Master Mage? ”
“To be honest, I might dare want to steal it.”
“Is that much? That sounds good.”
Since he was satisfied, he nodded.
“That ring, I'll give it to you.”
Giving home to outsiders?
That's not common.
Heirlooms include the history of the house.
Although, none of the family members in the house looked surprised.
They must have agreed to it before.
“But, isn't that your home heirloom?”
“Please think of it as a sign.”
“What sign?”
“This is a sign that from now on, the witch, Ian Page, we are now serving you as ‘Guest Abadi’ from home Mogrian.”
This was an amazing promise just made by a great landlord.
‘Tamu Abadi’ is not just a simple metaphor.
It was an eternal promise that an imperial nobleman had to keep.
“Will you accept this offer?”
The great landlord asked very seriously.
Everyone was waiting for Ian's choice.
“……”
Ian started thinking.
This promise is not just a simple payment.
Because Ian knew the characteristics of the great landlords of Mogrian.
In the valley, he must have seen great potential in Ian.
With this gift, he tried to make a strong bond with Ian.
“This is not a bad offer.”
To be honest, it was a pretty sweet offer.
One day in the future, it will help Ian.
Ian stretched out his finger.
Instead of answering, he wears a Mogrian ring, a promise ring.
“We, Mogrian family,”
When the owner of the house saw Ian wearing the ring, he said ‘annual guest promises’.
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“We will always welcome Ian Page, we promise we will gladly stand by his side whenever he needs our help. This promise will continue from generation to generation, and from generation to generation, in the name of the northernmost stream Greenriver.”
After the promise, Ian became ‘Tamu Abadi’, to the mansion of the northern region, the imperial shield, the northernmost stream of Greenriver, the house of Mogrian.
It was the first step of the magician, Ian Page, that he had never accomplished in his previous life.