Return of the Class 8 Mage
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Traces of an Artist(1)

Ian had revealed the Mana Respiration Method in the Ivory Tower in his first life. All the students, whether they were young or mastered Class 4 magic, had mastered this method. Although they all differ in how fast they learn, not a single student fails.

‘It takes at least one year for the students in the Academy.’

Ian remembered how the Grade 2 students had taken in half a year, the Grade students had taken 3 months, and the magic masters in Grade 4 and above only took one month. Or rather, this applies to most students. Of course, it depends on the difference in innate learning skills and the amount of effort among the students.

Or at least, that's what he thought …

‘I really don't expect him to master this in three weeks.’

The princess only took about three weeks – exactly twenty days – to fully master the Mana Ian Breathing Method.

He did not let it appear, but the creator of the Method was definitely shocked. It was sad how someone with magical abilities like the princess died young in her previous life.

“You really don't know with people.” thought Ian.

Of course, the Calculation Technique was something that had to be practiced constantly, but at this rate, Ian was confident the princess would master it as well in a short period of time. He wished he needed at least six months to get used to this.

‘He's a natural genius.’

Ian discovers the princess not only has great magical abilities. He took everything quickly and he had an incredible memory. He was the type that was born with innate intelligence, just like Ian had thought.

‘From the Emperor to Lagnar. Too bad she was born a girl.’

He was born with the Emperor's good looks, and he followed Lagnar's intelligence. She is ‘perfect’ in her appearance, nature, and intelligence. Not only that, she is also a witch. If a child was born with art, he, Hiley Greenriver would be the emperor's greatest ‘makarya’.

“I definitely feel something different.” The princess said, surprised, but pleased with the immediate change she could feel.

“You will.”

The princess is a witch. Of course he would feel pleased with his mature self in his magical abilities.

“I think it will take quite a long time ..”

“You were born with innate abilities. I have no regrets about being your teacher.”

“Do you really mean it?”

“Is there any reason for me to flatter you, princess?”

There was no reason for Ian to flatter the princess at all. Her honesty made the princess trust her even more.

“Now, you just need to practice Calculation Techniques. If we were to assess the difficulty, I would consider this more important than the Breathing Method itself, and it would take quite a while .. ”

“It's important to keep practicing, right?”

“It looks like I've been bothering you with the same sentence.”

“Ya, somewhat.”

Over the past three weeks, their relationship has changed significantly. They can even joke now. They were still a bit awkward with each other, but it was still a huge progress.

“Oh, by the way.. about the wealth you told me before. The problem with the hidden wealth of the former owner of the Ivory Tower? I've been thinking..”

Ian often mentioned the wealth of the Ivory Tower to the princess, which was his real concern from the start. The princess had pondered over the matter, and it seemed like she had found a solution.

“I think there will be a good solution. It will be a rescue mission, and I will soon make the sketches for you.”

“You are much more experienced and intelligent about this than I am, so I will hand it to you if you don't mind.”

“Ya sir! It's in good hands sir!” The princess replied, jokingly pretending to be a knight taking orders. Ian found this funny and ended up coughing, confused.

‘Sial.’

Ian muttered, feeling confused. Although he looked young, he was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was reborn when he was 42, and seven years had passed, which meant he reached his fifties. Considering the average age level of the people in the country, he was not at all young.

‘Which I noticed for a while.’ thought Ian on him.

Ian felt quite young, looking at his physical appearance. Ian was far from aging even in his previous life. It was because he did not have to deal with everything that other people of his age did, including human relations.

‘I've no thought.’ Ian's mind jolted back to the present and he looked up at the sky. It's getting dark. It's time for them to come back. Otherwise, he would have been in trouble alone with the princess until late at night.

“We must end here for today – let's go back.” Ian said as he stretched out his hand and the princess immediately grasped it. She still felt embarrassed, but at least she did not blush from embarrassment. That's progress too.

“Oh wait!” The princess pulled back her hand.

He's staying away from Ian.

He wondered what he was doing.

“Whoo...!” Princess Hiley was breathing.

He began to draw where he was.

“Blowout Piro.”

piro explosion.

Fire spell.

It was the same spell Ian used to fight Cecilia, the Coldwood spy. The princess suddenly formed a pillar of fire and blasted it into the earthen wall surrounding the training ground.

B BBAAAMM

Ian had brought out his own mana, so the princess' strength had no effect on the wall at all.

“I wonder why you didn't do it today.”

“Hehe.” The princess laughed out loud, as she often did during training. The laughter was pleasant, unlike the serious atmosphere they were practicing in, but it was fun.

“I feel as if I let go of everything. I have never had the opportunity to do this before, but I can get used to doing this.”

“I understand. That's one of the pleasures of using magic.”

To date, this arena has been used for Ian and Spartoi's training. The floor and walls looked slightly damaged from before, and he thought it was Princess HIley's doing.

***

After Ian escorted the princess safely to the palace, she walked at night on her way home. Teleportation was good, but not too bad to be able to sink deep into his mind as he walked.

‘I thought it would all be over once I got my revenge.’

Putting aside his thoughts, Ian took out a book from his pocket. It's Mitchell Greenriver's diary. He had been reading it with ama for the past twenty days.

‘Owner of Ivory Tower.’

That was the first thing that came to his mind when he thought of Mitchell Greenriver.

Even the description of him was perfect for her in that diary.

‘A member of the royal family who is free to travel around the world.’

Afterwards, he had been exploring the entire country for over a decade, and became the owner of the Ivory Tower when he returned. He was inferior to Ian in magical abilities, but much more experienced.

‘And thanks to him, an Artifact was made.’

It was pure luck how he received his Blue Cloak. Mitchell Greenriver met a craftsman during his travels, and he had received a handmade Artifact as a gift to help the craftsman.

It was a cloudy day, the last day of the Golden Goat constellation.

Today, I'm going to make history, the day I've dreamed of since I was a kid.

I always wanted to fly like a bird. But I know the limits of the Flying Spell.

Although I have reached Grade 5, no matter how much I study and test spells, everything has not changed.

But today will be different.

This blue robe will grant my wish.

My long-awaited wish.

I'm thrilled.]

This is Mitchell Greenriver's last entry on anything related to the Blue Cloak.

Reading the text, it seemed like this craftsman had stitched a certain magical ability that Greenriver wanted. It might be a Flying Spell.

‘A craftsman who makes Artifacts, yes?’ ian thought to himself.

It was most likely that this master was now dead. After all, three hundred years had passed.

It is likely that he has a successor.

‘Even now, the process of making Artifacts is still a mystery.’

It was no wonder that the Artifacts from three hundred years ago were also filled with secrets.

Mitchell Greenriver had just crossed the street by chance, and received the robe as a gift, which happened to be a lucky chance for him.’

‘If there is a successor, there is a possibility that the secret can be revealed. They might live isolated from the rest of the world, like the fairy clan.’

Now the question is where Ian will be able to find a successor to the craftsman. He had already asked the Fairy Queen and Evantus if they knew of any skilled craftsmen who might know how to make Artifacts. They told him they didn't know.

‘Not that I can ask the Dragon this time as well.’

He could not prepare a potion that would help him pass the time immediately.

He had run out of gargoyle eyes, the most important material. That is impossible unless Evantus discovers the existence of the gargoyle.

“No enough clues.”

But there were still some he could find in that diary.

There are some, but they are very important.

The first clue was about where Mitchell and the craftsmen first met.

It was three hundred years ago in the Pillin Kingdom.

This kingdom has fallen and is no more.

‘Now be part of the rank of a duke in the Lowlands.’

The Pillin Region was now more of a dukedom than a kingdom. It was also the territory Ian visited most of the time the war ended, but the Pillin Kingdom was close to giving up. Ian didn't have many memorable opportunities there because he was just sent there to fight.

‘He even described the physical characteristics of craftsmen.’

The second clue is a list of the details of the characteristics of the craftsman. It varies from appearance, habits, and tone.

This is a list of details about the master.

He clearly doesn't look normal.

“Hmm.” Ian muttered as he repeatedly read Mitchell's diary to himself.

He then had a new goal in mind.

‘I have to go to Piltin.’ region

Normally, Ian would not act with just a hint, but there was no other choice.

Plus, he's in a hurry.

He needed a resistance force that would help him fight the Dragons.

“I have to bring that silk just in case.”

He took out the silk that he received as a tribute in ‘senya’ from thin air.

He hurriedly began to match the coordinates of his location first.

His goal was the Pltin Region, which of course he did not remember.

It was impossible for him to teleport there.

For now, the only area he could teleport was the capital of the duke, Loharam, and the surroundings.

Even this isn't close enough.

It is no exaggeration to say that Loharam and the Pillin Region are at opposite ends of the land.

‘Very bad.’

He had no one to blame for himself. He is the one who should have more experience in different parts of the region. If she was Mitchell Greenriver herself, this would be the only place she had never been.

‘Let's go.’ thought Ian inwardly.

Soon, he was on his way, only leaving a note at home that said he would be back soon.

***

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Ian would take his first steps in the Low Dukedom lands.

It seemed like he had succeeded in his teleportation.

Except for one thing..

“Finally!” An unknown boy ran towards her without warning

“You've finally come, you killer!” The boy shouted, sticking a knife into Ian's throat