Return of the Class 8 Mage
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“If not military, what other purpose will there be?”

(The dimensionless power that was in their eyes.)

Gargoyle eye, dimensionless power.

The spirit's estimation is that.

(I estimate that the goal is to continue to get a large amount of power supply. Thus, a strong space, which cannot be skipped or peaked under any circumstances, can be created or maintained for a long time. I can imagine a scenario like that.)

That is, the reason for unsealing was for the purpose of collecting a large number of gargoyle eyes. As the number of individual gargoyles has diminished today, the reproductive power wielded by King Gargoyle has become important. Even for Ian, the possibility was there. But, there was only one thing that bothered him.

“The implication is that King Gargoyle will continue to bear offspring whose eyes will be removed, can the power of language control the mind as well? It was not an ordinary creature as I saw.”

King Gargoyle once ruled the world as the most powerful predator. That was how powerful it was, and of course, it would be equipped with equally powerful complementary mental strength. Even so, is it possible to control the mind of such a being? No matter how powerful the power of language was, was such a scenario possible?

With his limited knowledge, Ian could not see it.

(No, as far as I know, such power does not exist.)

“Then why...”.

(King Gargoyle did not consider gargoyles to be his descendants. They're just dirt coming out with a little pain. If the relationship can be understood, there is certainly a possibility. Do you understand?)

“….. I understand.”

Ian almost exclaimed.

That's a really incredible metaphor.

(I've heard that my body and race have disappeared from the world until now. Since I am still there, it is most likely that it did not die, but it has disappeared for a long time. Is it still so?)

“Still so.”

(Then there must be some connection with the release of King Gargoyle. There are two ways that race, as great as it is, and with much individuality, disappears. First because the logic of nature follows all, die and return to earth or.).

“It could be hiding in a dimensionless space, I guess.”

(You followed very quickly. But, if I want to add one more thing, we can not rule out, it ‘hidden’ by others.)

Or hiding in a dimensionless space.

Or hidden for a specific purpose.

Spirit implies two scenarios.

They mean a lot to Ian.

“There is a connection.”

The existence of Fran Paige.

A clue related to him.

Must have something to do with it.

“I want to ask one more question.”

(You don't qualify, but talk.)

“Do you think I can defeat King Gargoyle?”

It was the most sharp and important question until now.

Waves of blue mana formed in the eyes of the spirit.

He seemed to be assessing the level Ian had reached.

(Ha-ha, you have collected some interesting toys.)

“A interesting toy...., I think so.”

(Possibly it exists.)

“Possibilities?”

(As long as you do not blindly trust your own power.)

Do not blindly trust your own strength.

He could understand from those few words.

Ian is intelligent and understanding comes quickly.

(It's the second time, but I like your understanding fast.)

The spirit muttered happily.

Ian asked the last question.

“I want to ask you one last question.”

(Good.)

“Do you know the name Fran Paige by chance?”

(Fran Paige?)

The dragon spirit seemed to be thinking hard for a moment.

Then immediately, his relentless response could be heard.

(You say that your name is Ian Paige, it looks like a very similar name. Hm, I don't know his name. Why do you ask?)

It becomes sure. At least a dragon about a thousand years ago did not know its name, ‘Fran Paige’. Most likely, the name must have been used in earnest some time after that. Although if it was a deceptive maneuver, there was nothing that could be done, but the value was that he verified it directly.

“Ah, it's not a big deal. After all, the Fairy Queen also has some things to discuss, so please share some time together. These are all questions I have.”

(Is that so.)

After which, the spirit and the Fairy Queen engaged in a long conversation. For the most part, the topic is about dragon warriors, the substitution and extinction of Spartoi, but even the spirit of Reseese Radenju has no definite solution or conclusion. There are only a few, common and entertaining conjectures.

***

(What happened?)

To Ian and the Fairy Queen, who had returned from the time warehouse, Maliotus, who helped complete the secret drink, using his breath, had asked. Although he showed signs of improvement after the break and many Radio medicines, he still looked unable to engage in battle.

“Mr Evantus...”.

Ian's answer was short.

“I'll save him.”

(Oh....!).

Of course, he did not fully sincerely come forward to save Evantus.

If the Fairy Queen was the one who was attacked, Ian could have been more enthusiastic about it, but he had yet to establish a certain relationship with the Dragonian clan. He was just curious about his background. Next, he wanted to find clues relevant to his curiosity. Of course if he could save Evantus in the process, he would be happy to do so.

(Be careful. Didn't he also advise you not to trust the power you have as well? You better heed that warning into your heart.)

The Fairy Queen, who was standing beside him, warned him.

No cute nasal sounds were displayed entirely in front of the dragon.

“After all, I thought the same thing.”

Do not blindly trust your own strength.

In other words, ‘borrow power around you’.

Luckily, they were with Ian.

The strength he could borrow just by stretching out his hand.

“Yang noble.”

(I listened.)

“Please collect the entire Fairy clan for me.”

(Hm, do you want to respond to the number of employees?)

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“That's right.”

Ian quoted calmly. The mana that flowed out of his hand swallowed the crystal ball that was in the corner of the house. Immediately from the expanded home, that is, from a number of places within the ‘ residence of Ian Paige’, the dragons #1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6, and #7, are, the solidly frozen ones like statues, began to live with a loud roar.

“Only, there.”

Ian took out a sword from the spatial pouch. It was a grand sword, a master piece made by the blacksmith master Halia, and had yet to be named.

“I'm thinking of signing in with a small unit.”