Return of the Class 8 Mage
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“I haven't released it to the world. It might seem worthless, but the amount of storage was three classes. This is storage worthy of release ten years from now. It's too early if I release it now. ”

Ian could not help feeling surprised. He remembered the storage of the four enormous classes which he had destroyed when he became a magician. There was no way this little marble could store third-grade mana.

‘Magazing.’

This magician technology was far superior to today's.

It was a perfect example of ‘over technology’.

“Continue watching. Stick the marble here, and aim your target with the tip of the cylinder. And if you pull this ring here, which is the trigger..”.

Shiram gripped ‘boom stick’, this piece of metal boomerang-shaped, and put his finger on the trigger.

He then aimed into the air where no one was standing.

SSSHHH

As soon as Shiram pulled the trigger, a spell was cast in a loud voice.

Everyone was wondering what mantra it was, which was obvious. A ‘magic’ missile, which is a Class 1 spell, just fired.

“I can also fire a lot of bullets.” Shiram said proudly, and pulled the trigger several times, and the number of magic missiles fired was as much as he pulled the trigger. It was much more powerful than ordinary magic missiles.

“What do you think?”

“If this is something activated by which is stored, can it be used by people who can not call where?” ask Ian. “As... ordinary man.”.

“Of course.” Shiram replied, handing the boom stick to Ian.

It was an amazing masterpiece, but…

“I don't really need it.” thought Ian.

Ian is an 8th class Mage. He had an infinite number of mana in the store. He doesn't need the magic missile shooting object. Of course, things would be different if this went to another owner.

“Is it possible for you to make this mass production?”

“Mass production?” Shiram asked, as if she had not expected this question at all. Then, he understood.

“That's possible,” answered, “but I don't intend to do it.”

“I saw. I understand.”

“You caught it very quickly.”

Ian had not asked the reason why this could not be mass-produced. He understood immediately.

‘Too early for a product like this.’

The weapon exceeded the current magician technology, and the boom stick was at its highest level.

Such a product is too early for its own good.

Ian almost gave up when Shiram started, “But –”

“I am not sure if there will be skilled craftsmen of this generation besides me and those on this island. If you find an engineer of this generation, someone who is not as talented as us, and they are able to understand the physics of this object and make copies of it. I will then allow mass production through that person. It applies to the function and power of his weapon.”

This is unexpected.

It was a permit that had many meanings.

“I understand,” said Ian, and nodded, although he was not sure if it was possible.

‘There must be a genius somewhere.’

Witch Ian.

Oliver, martial arts master.

Douglas the blacksmith.

They are all from this generation. There was no reason for the master genius of the magician technique to be nonexistent.

“You have met all the requirements, so I give you all the rights to the dragon heart.” said Ian, and Shiram saw the heart.

The more people saw it, it was an incredible and amazing object.

“I will make an object that suits you, Young Master, as I do for my other friends. I can't promise anything. However.” Shiram.

“I will make the same promise I made to Sir Fran. I'll make something interesting for you. Something that will help you.”

“I'll look forward to it.” replied Ian.

* * *

The scars left in the city by the dragon warriors healed faster than anyone expected. It was all thanks to Ian Paige, and ‘miracle’ as well as the value of the name.

Just like the reports submitted to the emperor and the crown prince, some lives were lost – much less than expected. Ian's magic has played a big part in this. After all, didn't he have the power to destroy thousands of dragon warriors at once, and cast a Barrier Spell on every citizen?

“I wouldn't call it a relief .”

“I.. I'm sorry, Sir!” the waiter begged.

Ian's name was also quite influential. The capital is the heart of a nation. The walls that protect the heart of the country are destroyed. However, so far there has been no movement, either from enemies or rebels from within the kingdom.

“Sir, we have just received a report that a delegate from the rank of a duke has just crossed the border.”

“Already?” Emperor replied. “We received a letter from them just a few days ago.”

Instead of war tensions, there is only a helping hand from other countries. Not only workers, but resources were sent to rebuild the city. Simple reason. Rather than the city itself, it was the name of Ian the witch who had solved the city's problems immediately. No country had any intention of starting a war with Ian Paige. This is how they survive.

“Hyden, do you want to welcome delegates?”

“Sir, please send another prince. I want to stay in this city.”

“Do you have any special reason?”

“I want to help Hylie and Mrs. Paige with their work.”

Princess Hylie and Vanessa Paige, referred to as “Paige” Foundation also played a big role in restoring the city by returning personal belongings. They play a huge role in solving the direct problems of the people. The crown prince also preferred to take action on his own.

“Please send another prince, Father.”

“You must also take the role of diplomacy seriously, my son.”

“I have decided ... not greedy over too many things, Father.” The crown prince replied.

“What do you mean?”

“I'll take everything slowly.”

This was the crown prince's policy, a policy he made for himself.

“I'm not so talented yet. I have decided to admit that. It's true that I have to be professional in every aspect like you, Dad, but from now on, I want to do the best I can, while I leave other work to those who can handle it well. ”

The emperor's eyes shone on his words.

Is this really the crown prince?

The crown prince, the first son, has always been a cause for concern.

Hyden Greenriver, crown prince?

‘Magazing.’ Emperor thought.

The crown prince acknowledged his weakness.

He wanted to leave the role to the professionals.

That's not a bad policy at all.

The Emperor nodded, as long as he chose the right person for the role.

He smiled gracefully.

“If that's the case, continue. This now, will be the best experience for you to take care of your people, as a true king should be.”

“I'll go then, Father.”

Prince Hyden slipped out of the office. Oliver, who had been waiting for him outdoors, immediately followed, then kept a steady pace.

“Whoo!” the crown prince breathed.

He then muttered to Oliver.

“Leader! You should have seen it – You should have seen how my father looked at me with those eyes! I've never seen him look at me in such a satisfied way!”

“Congratulations, young prince.”

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“Yah .. I've grown up recently, haven't I?”

“Yah.. that, Tuanku—“

“Hm? What is it?”

“..Nothing, My Lord.” Oliver answered and smiled slightly. That's enough to prove that Hayden isn't mature enough to say he's an adult. But does it matter? What mattered was that his master, the crown prince, finally walked on the path of a true king.

‘May you never lose it, young prince.’ Oliver thought, hoping with all his mind as he followed the prince.