Return of the Class 8 Mage
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“Who is this?”

“Ah, it looks like you won't know.” Berthold took out a small book from his pocket, an artifact shared by each craftsman. It was the Book of Portals, something Ian was familiar with as well.

“We can always return to this island.”

“But Cleven..”.

“...seems to have disappeared.”

Cleven did not bring the artifact with him. It was clear that he had lost it for years wandering around.

Just then, a figure appeared from the portal.

“I just thought I would come,” he said and nodded towards them. It seems he saw what he expected.

“It's really you.”

Ian guessed it right. He is ‘Siram’, master of ‘Siram Workshop’, now one of eight craftsmen known as technicians and inventors.

* * *

“No wonder I heard rumors about the dragon recently,” murmured Flush even without greeting the craftsmen. He came only for ‘check in’ because he had heard rumors about the white dragon the craftsmen had just encountered. Even at that moment, he was not worried about returning, as he no longer wished for his life to be in danger.

“Now the dragon army is rampant. They have been silent for centuries – what's with the chaos now?”

The problem is that his paradise, Greenriverdium was influenced by dragons and the craftsmen were somewhat aware of this.

“Master of Ivory Tower, I guess you will be a great descendant of Fran. I'm just not sure. With the surname ‘Page’, although quite common, magical abilities that surpass any human, and your – hair is very similar to it. If you are a little less attractive.”.

That's the reason Siram didn't enter through the portal immediately. That is a simple yet interesting reason from him.

“Not that I would care. I will not be returning to the island. I've found something fun to do. It would be a waste for me to just die. A thousand years a little early for me. “

“Did you find anything interesting in your life?” Berthold asked, looking curious.

“It's not funny to say it like this, but.... hm....is it fun to develop human civilization with my own hands? Little by little, so that I do not expose my disguise. Do you understand my point?”

‘Fun’ found Flush with his life is developing human civilization. Little by little, not suddenly.

“I just released things to the world like that some new discoveries. If I get too advanced, it just messes things up. I kept my head down when I released this new discovery, just like when I pretended to tremble in front of the Ivory Tower master here. ”

“I'm sorry about that.”

Ian recalled his encounter with Siram, how shocked he was to find out that Siram was actually a high-class mage. Little did he know that it was all just acting. That was seven years ago. Time has passed quickly.

“It's all possible because it's you. Our others sew, hammer, and saw endlessly.” Berthold, the tailor, muttered.

“You are wrong. Aren't you the greatest artist of all time? Nothing is impossible for you. Don't limit yourself.” Flush comforted Berthold with sweet words.

“He was right,” Hilia agreed. “How about I join the army. I can replace all their weapons and armory. I can fulfill the wish of every king – unite the country into a continent. Isn't that easy?”

“Maybe I can do something with my business...” Zerbio muttering.

“Do you still continue your business? I'm not even surprised.”

“Stop lecturing me – I've been scolded by Berthold about it.”

It seems that the carpenter Zerbio is a verbal punching bag among the craftsmen. He had already heard the scathing words from Berthold, and now Flush was on him. His great physical features did not help him. Too bad.

“Many of which they want to talk to each other.” Ian noted. He waited patiently, thinking they all wanted to catch up after such a long time. After a while, they finally got to the bottom of the matter.

“So ... is this really the heart of a dragon?”

“We think so.”

After others fill it, Flush gets closer to the heart of the dragon – balls of black material. The way he examined the heart was different from the others.

“Let's see here.” Flush muttered, taking out a strange object. It was a cylindrical object with a ball at the end. After mana was injected into the ball, it exploded with light, exploding in a straight direction.

“Oh..”

Flush shines on the heart. They all shouted softly.

“This. something...” Everyone's attention is on the Flush.

“It's like ... fruit of mage engineering.”

That was unexpected. Everyone looked at each other suspiciously and each one declared:

“Fruit of witch engineering?”

“What are you working on?”

“What is it?”

Ian was the only one who remained silent. He almost lost his composure and exploded with questions.

“There is a blood vessel which flows from the surface to the heart core. It is more of a technically structured object than an organ.

Dragon's heart is the object of a witch?

Could it mean it was man-made?

“Are you sure?” Berthold the tailor asked.

“Positive.” Flush replied confidently without the slightest hesitation.

“Despite..” He continued, “I can't say for sure if it was made by humans.”

“What does it mean?”

“I mean what I said. Even I can't make things like this. Doesn't this have unlimited power? I'm sure you all have weaknesses as craftsmen. Unlimited power is the ideal form of power that we crave by the technicians.”

The boundless power was different from having an infinite amount of mana with the robe that Berthold made. Having an infinite amount of mana just met, it had the power to protect and change the heart of mana within Ian. It was the same as the other artifacts. But the dragon's heart was different.

“This is a recreational product.”

It is an organ deep in the heart. The essence of a miracle that few people have since birth. Someone has copied the original ‘mana liver’. It was a completely different object to its core.

“Be fast...” The other craftsmen looked serious. They no longer talk about the density or aphotic state of the heart. They know how recreation is a different thing from preserving and changing an object.

“Who is the owner of the heart? Are you all? Or does it belong to the Master of Ivory Tower, the descendant of Fran?”

Everyone looked at Ian.

The message was clear: the heart belonged to Ian/

“Master Ivory Tower, I want to ask you something.”

“Sure.”

“Send heart to me.”

It was a request that Ian had expected, and he had already prepared an answer.

“In three conditions.”

“I'll do what you ask.”

“First, I need approval from other craftsmen.”

It glanced at the others. No one objected. Dennis the jeweler and the blacksmith Halia looked disappointed, but said nothing.

“The second condition is results. I will not limit this. Whether direct or indirect, I beg that this ends in my interest. Do you understand?”

“Of course.”

Ian did not have the skills to control the heart. He was already planning to leave his heart in the hands of the craftsmen. He, however, needs to cross the line in this deal, and this is the condition of both.

“And for the last request..” Ian turned to look inside the temple. All the masterpieces of the craftsmen are still preserved. Ian looked at the three remaining statues.

“I want your masterpiece in the temple, Flush.”

The tailor robes of Berthold.

The stick of the carpenter Zerbio

Dennis's jewelry earrings.

The sword of the Halia blacksmith.

Cleven Tools.

And the next Flush masterpiece.

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That was the last request.

“Same is not a difficult request at all. After all, I will give it to Fran – I might as well hand it over to his descendants. ”

The flush approached the dragon statue and injected mana into it.

The great work grew into a complete form.

“This is it.”