Return of the Class 8 Mage
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‘Dreams any magician wants to dream of?’

Ian looked at the new robe, named ‘Ian Paige Robe’, with a blank expression. He became curious as to what kind of power the cloak artifact was born with in his own name.

‘Dreams...’.

By a single estimate, Ian was wearing a robe.

At first, it felt like a Mitchell Greenriver robe.

The robes were automatically resized to fit Ian.

Her clothes were also more comfortable than the other clothes.

“…..!”

But the important aspect is something else.

A dream every witch wants to dream of.

That expression began to form within his senses.

“Mana...”.

The accumulated mana strength had pierced through Ian's body. The goal for sure is ‘hati mana’. What kind of power will be displayed? Which increase in recovery power? Increase from limitations? No, the power of the robe was not that simple. It has quite reached beyond that.

“Mana unlimited.”

Bertholdo has demonstrated Ian's transformation, which is ongoing, on behalf of Ian. The heart where Ian had lost his limits since wearing the robe. That is, an unlimited amount of mana has been implanted in the heart.

“It was the main creation of my life's work.”

Even with Bertholdo's exact explanation, Ian couldn't say a word easily. He only spewed out mana and mana heart transformation bit by bit. That feeling was certainly different from any point in the past.

It was similar to the original mana, water bottle and heart water mana, but he sensed how much water was inside the bottle in real time. That is, he felt the sense of it tilting. But not now.

‘That tilted feeling doesn't exist.’

The empty space associated with the slope no longer exists. It felt like it was fully filled to the top of the bottle that had been closed. A magic water bottle that cannot lose its contents, no matter how much is poured out. That unrealistic water bottle had been imprinted in Ian's heart.

“It….. This is not realistic.”

“Didn't I say it?”

Even Ian, who had experienced a lot in terms of magic, was speechless. Which is unlimited. Bertholdo responded with laughter at Ian's reaction.

“If it was Fran, he would have reacted in a more dramatic way. You seem to be more mature. In fact, the appearance of the face is very different. ”

Of course, Ian did not hear it.

He was still completely mesmerized by the robe and transformation.

‘At this level, he has surpassed the level in his previous life.’

Ian is confident in his current level. Of course, that did not mean that he had recovered 8th grade level just by wearing a robe. Which quality is still in the 7th class category.

‘He will never know that this type of artifact exists.’

However, the 7th class of magicians, with such almost infinite mana, would be placed on different plains by themselves. What if he reached the 8th grade level in his current condition?

‘This will be a sight to see.’

In fact, it's not finished.

He had only equipped himself with one artifact.

There are seven more artifacts left.

‘They all have to realize the power like this robe.’

His heart was beating just by thinking about it. Ian did not put too much emphasis on artifacts at first. As in his previous life, he used to think of it as a useful tool that could be used in passing.

Such is.

‘But with such an artifact, the whole situation will change.’

The result was the power of the artifact harnessed not from a simple twig. At this level, it was like finding a strong rope. Furthermore, there are seven more such ropes?

“You must really love your son.”

It was then that Ian entered into deep thought.

Bertholdo subtly started the conversation.

It was as if he wanted to hear what Ian was thinking.

“Can I tell you something real?”

“Have you been speaking lies until now?

“No, not that, but.”

“I'm just kidding. Please tell me. ”

“I've never found an artifact of this type.”

Those were Ian's first words.

And the praise continues.

“I can tell you that I have found so many artifacts, but it is nothing more than trash. Like you said, it was great. ”

“Ha ha ha!”

Bertholdo laughed out loud after hearing the praise. Although he paused for a moment, feeling awkward, the laughter was filled with excitement.

“Hm! I can't even guess how long it's been since I laughed like this. Praise I want to receive from Fran, I instead heard it from his descendants.”

That must be the satisfaction that comes in a few hundred years.

That feeling was very special to Bertholdo.

“It so happens, does the effect of the remaining artifacts match this one?”

“Perhaps, I can't say for sure because each has worked on their part in secret, but the level will be comparable.”

“I'm impatient.”

“Stay, none of them will approach my son, so don't expect too high.”

Bertholdo said in a proud tone of voice.

It was an expression that showed the pride of the craftsman master.

“I also think the same.”

“Ha ha ha....!”

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Perhaps it was because of the praise and flattery he had heard for the first time in hundreds of years? Bertholdo's tone of voice, which was very dry at the time of their initial meeting, had come to life.

Since it was a long period of time that led to his attitude, it only meant that he was a human.

“However the boy…. Does that include Craven?

“Include?”

“As one of the expert craftsmen.”