Return of the Class 8 Mage
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“It's true. At my current skill level, I will not be able to face a dragon. In fact, I will be torn to shreds with a single attack from the dragon. I, at the very least, needed a power that would put me on the same plain as them. Of course, that does not mean that I will only rely on your master's creations. I plan to practice the power of the language my ancestors used.”
Like Fran Paige, he will practice the power of language.
It meant more than anything as far as the man was concerned.
“Language strength...means..”.
“The eternal life given to you, a gift that is not a blessing, I will be able to lift it in your name.”
It was certainly an interesting offer and deal. Help Ian Paige with all they can then after mastering the power of language, he will try to lift the blessing of eternal life. The man seemed very interested.
“…..Are you sincere?”
“To be honest, I can't guarantee it either. This is a level I have not reached. However, the intention to learn the power of language, and the promise to find a way to lift blessings in the process, all came from my sincerity.”
“Hmmm.
The man fell into deep consideration after hearing Ian.
His consideration lasted much longer than expected.
Was it because he was an entity that had lived for so long?
A very long time to think about the offer has passed.
“I Bertholdo.”
“What?”
“That's my name.”
Finally, the man's answer sounded.
It is not acceptance or rejection.
Instead, he revealed his real name.
“It's been a long time since I gave my name.”
Bertholdo, repeated the man as if it was a very new feeling. About three hundred years ago, after meeting Mitchell Greenriver and the disappointment he felt from that promise, he had given up everything.
After returning to Knocking Island and spending time aimlessly, it was definitely the first time he had spoken his name in about three hundred years.
“Follow me. I'll show you what you want.”
Bertholdo headed to the middle of the island.
Ian, of course, followed by holding Craven in his hand.
“Even after Fran disappeared, we kept making kids to offer him. There are so many smart kids, too. Ah, I'm referring to artifacts. They are like children to us.”
After starting to talk about artifacts, Bertholdo seemed excited. Was it because the sense of loss of being a master craftsman had resurfaced?
“Finally, those kids will have parents. It's been too long.”
After arriving in the middle of the Island with Bertholdo, Ian could not see anything around him. What did he come here to find? The answer to that question immediately came up.
“Is it about here.”
Bertholdo swept the ground empty-handed as if his memory might fail. Then immediately, under the dust, the surface of the ground with words on it appeared. It was the place Bertholdo was looking for.
Srrrrr-!
That's not the end of it. Bertholdo put mana into the ground. As with Craven, the so-called master craftsman had many characteristics similar to that of a witch.
‘Is there an underground channel?’
The secret underground channel was Ian's guess. But soon, what Bertholdo showed was far beyond that guess.
Rrrr……..
“Do not move. This area is safe.”
As if he was used to it, Bertholdo watched as the structure was being formed.
‘A temple?’
The identity of the building is like a temple, a white temple. For more descriptive, it could be considered as ‘naga’ temple. There are eight large statues, all of which have the image of a dragon.
“As I've said before, Fran craves the body of a dragon. However, that doesn't mean that longing somehow turns into jealousy or inferiority. At least, that's how I remember it. With the purest heart, he yearns for and honors the perfection of the dragon's body.”
Bertholdo said as he watched the white temple that appeared in the center of the island. He read quietly as if he was nostalgic.
“Do you see those statues there?”
“The size is smaller than any dragon I have ever seen, but besides, they can be considered as real dragons.”
“That's all the work done by Craven, which you brought. He is his statue. Ah, I'm an expert tailor.”
It seems that every expert craftsman has his own area of expertise. The fact that Craven had focused on the statue even when he lost his memory and that Bertholdo had made a robe for Mitchell Greenriver were all reasons in favor of it.
“Each of the statues holds an artifact that each of us created with the aim of being dedicated to Fran. The statues are, in fact, storage that I don't think you'll be able to break with violence.”
Even the first witch, the dragon teacher couldn't break it? That fact is amazing, but on top of that, its creator is none other than a child, Craven. He might not be a child based on the time he lived, but it was amazing after all.
“The only child I can give you is just one right now. Other statues can only be opened by their respective parents, namely the appropriate expert craftsman.”
Bertholdo stopped in front of the statue at the far left.
“Do you understand what I mean?”
“You said that I need help from other expert craftsmen to get the remaining artifacts.”
“You're right.”
They will never die.
They live somewhere in the world.
If it wanted an artifact, the implication would be to find it and bring it here.
“First, I will introduce you to my son.”
As Bertholdo began injecting mana into the dragon statue, the mouth of the statue was wide open. Moreover, a bright white light spewed out as if there was an explosion.
“He has no name yet. It has been a tradition to name according to the owner. Since you have told me that your name is Ian Paige, this child's name should be ...”.
When the light almost disappeared, a blue robe fell from the mouth of the statue. Like Mitchell Greenriver's robe, it looks like dark blue is Bertoldo's favorite color.
“Ian Paige Robe, I think that's enough.
Ian Paige's robe, a blue robe lighter than feather, had landed on top of Ian's hand. It was a perfect landing as if it had recognized its owner.
“Do you like it?”
“Maybe. I'm not sure yet..”.
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“Please try it.”
There was a strong sense of confidence in Bertoldo's voice.
What kind of power was there in this robe that was felt so strongly by that man?
Ian's anticipation grew rapidly.
“I say this out of worry, but don't be too surprised. This is a robe that will make a dream, that anyone who knows magic at least once in his life, come true.”