Return of the Class 8 Mage
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That was when such a thought appeared in his mind.

Some sounds reached Ian's ears.

“It looks like everyone in the village will eat well today.”

(You speak as if you have never experienced it before?)

“Not until the descendant of the dragon has arrived.”

(Forget it. You have all been deceived by imitators.)

A group of men walked towards him from the hill. The men surround a woman with a tail and horns. Those people seemed to be on the younger side among the villagers.

“I was boiling inside when I was just thinking about that time, even now, but then suddenly, I felt fine. Come to think. Didn't his descendants come alone to visit us because of those people?

“He was a hundred times right. Originally, we could not come and go freely from and to that mountain because of those monsters, but now those monsters are retreating in silence recognizing their place!”

(My protection for all of you is temporary. You have to build your own strength to stay independent.).

“Yes yes! Of course, we always remember it.”

Everyone held firewood or a bucket of water. Many men also carry game deer and wild boar. Only the woman, Hellanelia who had a tail and wings, carried nothing. He walked towards her only reflecting her unique red hair.

“Helanelia.”

Ian stood in front of the group. Soon, the cautious man also recognized Ian. Wasn't he the dragon messenger who brought the dragon's descendant? He's like one of the village benefactors.

“Oh, oh! Dragon messenger!”

“Welcome back! It's been a long time.”

At the same time, some uneasiness befell them.

After all, he was the one who carried the dragon bloodline in the flesh.

Then can't he bring her back too?

This moment can't be that time, right?

It was a worry that kept them all busy.

“I want to borrow Hellanelia for a short time. I'll bring him back soon, so don't worry too much. It will take no more than a few days. ”

Reading what was on their minds, Ian replied. Then the light returned to the faces of the villagers. In contrast, Hellanelia, who had been treated as an item, felt ashamed in a short period of time. He threw me into this position, and now he wants to borrow me? What's he talking about?

(What are you talking about? Borrow me?)

“This is an urgent matter. Please hold my hand.”

(So, what is this all of a sudden!)

Hellanelia shouted loudly.

But the protest did not last long.

The response came back rather seriously.

“Something has happened to Evantus' health. This is a very urgent matter, so I want to ask you to follow me. ”

Evantus, his father, is in trouble.

What can he say about that?

Hellanelia's expression became frozen.

(What, what kind of problem....?)

“Please let's go. The specifics can be heard from Maliotus.

After being transported by Hellanelia before Maliotus by teleportation, Ian's next destination was the first gymnasium of 2nd knights from the imperial court. It was also Oliver's main training hall.

***

The first gymnasium of 2nd knights of the imperial palace.

It was just as Ian had imagined.

Oliver's in there.

“Yeeyap!”

For Oliver, who must always be near the crown prince as his bodyguard, and who attaches great importance to the process, devoting himself entirely to training was like being on vacation.

Oliver's sword sliced through the empty space of the training hall. Rather, just taking into account the sound alone, it was more like obliterating empty space. ‘The mana’ knife, which he had reached through blood, seems to have evolved, yet to another level. It had passed through a simple level of sharpness, and now, it had even created a mana explosion through magic. That's certainly an impressive achievement.

“Fiuh…..!

However, that limitation cannot be overcome. His bleeding hands had shown that limit. The limitations of ability that could only be achieved through blood, that was the limit placed on his natural birth.

‘Only if that limitation can be overcome.’

Ian thought while paying attention. The occasional achievement, observed up until now, and even seeing from the performance during the invasion of the dragon army, Oliver's strength would even pass through the power of a 5th grade magician of that level, 5th grade, the dream of even a sorcerer from, so achieving it as a swordsman is just like being a god.

‘He might even really be the god of every swordsman.’

His talent had died without much meaning in his previous life.

That talent has grown tremendously.

‘Next, it's still growing.

A lot of admiration would definitely occur even at the current level. However, his talent was not something that stopped there. Along with that diligent practice, if a bit of luck was added, he would definitely appear as the ‘sword swordsman god’.

‘From luck, does it depend on my decision?’

Of course, that's the problem. Ian has a master-piece sword that can solve Oliver's fundamental problems. Furthermore, he even knew many ways how to expose him to real-life battle experiences.

‘By just inserting him into direct mission ...’

Not only would he do his part of the task, but by facing a powerful herd of gargoyles, he would accumulate an incredible level of experience. And told him to use the master-piece sword, which was created by Halia? ‘The legendary knights’ who will only appear in the songs of wandering poets. It was as if such an individual would actually come back to life.

“The problem is how far he can trust his loyalty.”

Oliver Raywood is certainly a trustworthy man.

He had seen the last moments of his loyalty.

It's not much different in this life either.

Simple characters, scary personalities.

He was certainly a trustworthy ally.

If there is a problem, it will be ‘level’ trust it.

Or where the loyalty was ‘directed’.

‘No matter what, Oliver's loyalty is to the crown prince.’

Ian needs a strong ally. He desperately needs ‘pure ally’ who has nothing to do with the first witch or dragon. After excluding all the descendants and the eight masters, only Oliver remained. Therefore, he could not avoid, but had a mind.

‘…..’

Ian was somewhat immersed in deep thought for a long time.

Even Oliver's training is almost over.

“Yeah, let's see.”

Ian lowered his shield for a moment. Of course, even that ‘short’ moment was hard to detect by good witches and knights, but Oliver was different.

“Who is....!”

He ran towards Ian like an arrow.

‘expression of course’ is perfect for him.

It was none other than Oliver Raywood, the swordsman of Greenriver.

“….. Sir Ian?”

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“It's been a long time, meeting you like this in the training hall.”

Oliver knows who it is.

He drew his sword very quickly.

“What brings you here?”

“We haven't chatted for a long time. Let's talk.”