Return of the Class 8 Mage
33. ivory tower invitation (3)
Ivory Tower Invitation (3)
“Thank you for accepting the Ivory Tower invitation.”
First, the Tower Master greeted Ian.
Ian is a 12 year old boy.
Nevertheless, he greeted her politely.
“Come, sit there comfortably.”
The witch surrounded Ian with a circle.
The seat was located in the middle, so every Arch Mage could see it.
And Ian had been sitting in a chair.
“This may confuse you, I understand.”
The Tower Master lightly handed over his Ivory Tower staff.
Immediately, the blue-colored mana formed words in the air.
“But no need to fear or shrink. As a member of Ivory Tower, everyone has gone through this process once.”
Those words were Ian's report.
From his brief introductions to his personal actions.
They do a good job on it.
“As I heard, I know your talent, but still you've done a lot of dramatic things. It's not just the ‘impressive’ things you do.”
When reading the records, said Mr. Tower.
Although it has been read more than hundreds, he still read it because he is still interested.
“But, we are brothers and sisters where, which is thicker than blood, right? But if there is any misunderstanding or suspicion between us, we better resolve it now.”
Suspicion of the Ivory Tower, and their spies.
Moreover, the room was filled with interrogation magic.
As expected of Ian.
So, he prepared a stone heart mushroom.
‘They ignored their magic.’
The best of the best of the Ivory Tower created this interrogation magic.
They believe and feel proud of it.
If Ian can handle today's interrogation, then,
‘No doubt will be left of me.’
Then, they will only care about Ian's ‘talent’.
A valuable talent.
“Uh, are you going to torture me or something bad?”
Ian answered as if he knew nothing.
With a warm smile, the Tower Master replied.
His smile was very compatible with the frown on his face.
“Ha ha! You're kidding, right? Those savage ways are not our style. We'll just ask you a few questions. You just need to answer it.”
While he said that, Tower Lord glanced at the Arch Mage.
It was a silent sign to start the interrogation magic.
The time has come to test the herb Ledio.
“Antenna. Born in 488 in the imperial calendar. The red goat star. Dad was a traveler, Pran Page. She was a kitchen maid in the provincial castle, Vanessa Page. Is something wrong?”
“Everything is right.”
There are no lies.
he keeps wondering about Ian's identity.
Ian answered calmly.
The main question starts after that.
“How did you know that goblin corpses can be sold to receive money?”
“I heard it before and tried it. Just in case.”
“I want to know your relationship with the alchemist, Ledio.”
“My mother has a weak body. I need someone who can make potions for him, the merchant guild introduced him to me. As I heard, mages earn a lot, don't they? So I hired him.”
“What is the real purpose of visiting the ruins of the old Ivory Tower?”
“I see it often in books. I want to visit there once in my lifetime.”
There are a lot of sharp questions.
Of course, that can be expected.
Ian just needed to answer it step by step, just as he prepared.
Everything he said, would be the truth.
“Do you remember that witch, Cecelia?”
“Of course.”
“And you said that you saw him meet a masked man, and Cecelia tried to kill you every time she saw you there…….. Are you sure what you said is true? He's still quiet about it.”
“I know. I'm close to death.”
Endless questions from the Arch Mage.
Every time Ian answered one, then the second question came.
“And you really never learn magic from anyone?”
“Iya. Never.”
“Then, from fireballs, summoning elements, to frost nova. How do you know all those formulas? I better want to listen to something persuasive.”
Spelled magic quickly calculates the formula through which brain. However, did Ian say he did not learn any formula but that he could produce magic? In the case of witches, that is impossible.
“Please don't tell me ‘This just made’ this time again.”
A statement that Ian said while doing a mana test in his hometown.
The questioner knows it in detail.
However, Ian answered similarly to that.
“...... I just visualized it.”
“Antai?”
“For example, imagine a fire appearing in the palm of my hand.”
As he replied, Ian ignited a small fire.
It was a weak fireball level.
“I just imagined it. One day, it became real.”
Spell a spell just by imagining?
If you imagine a small fire, then a fireball appears.
If he wanted to summon a spirit, then he bewitched magic.
If he tried to freeze his surroundings, then Frost Nova.
“Omong empty what you said ....”
That's totally bullshit.
All those Arch Mages were shouting.
That interrogation spell will know his lies.
However, nothing happened.
It just said what Ian said was very clear.
The result has not changed.
‘He didn't lie?’
The Arch Mage quickly examined their interrogation spells.
But nothing has changed. The strongest interrogation magic from the Ivory Tower kept saying that Ian was telling the truth.
‘How can this happen?’
The first witch in the legend.
Is Ian really his reincarnation or someone like him?
“If he lies.”
That doesn't make sense either.
That means their magic can't work on him.
What does that mean?
‘Did he reach a higher magic class than us?’
The interrogation spells cast by Tower Lord and Arch Mage.
And witches are immune from it.
‘It's impossible. Doesn't make sense at all.’
Conversely, believing what Ian said made more sense.
Actually, it has to be.
“Hmmm.
The endless questions have stopped for a while.
While everyone was waiting for the Tower Lord's decision,
“Huh! I don't care about that!”
A woman who never questioned Ian once.
She used to be the youngest 4th class witch, before Ian showed up.
‘Mrs api’, ‘Helene’ stand while crushing table. His nickname was named not only because he liked to use fire magic, but also because of his impatient nature.
“Who are you really?”
“Helen! Calm. Mr. Tower is with us ……. ”
“Come on, we're not getting together for this, are we? Stop asking about those boring things. Let's ask you something we really want. A real question!”
Magicians who were in the same class had their level differences.
And Helene was one of the strongest 4th class magicians.
At least for now.
“With your fucking mouth, tell me. Whoareyou? Stop making nonsense, huh? Will you, please, tell me? ”
Helene said very aggressively.
The other witches looked embarrassed, but they looked at Ian with interest.
They couldn't ask like that, because of their arrogance.
‘Yes. That's how he is.’
In her previous life, Helene acted similarly.
Abusive and aggressive voice and language.
“I thought you knew it already, didn't you?”
“What?”
“It was there too.”
Straightening his shoulders, Ian pointed at the first sentence of which words were in the air.
The part where listed the brief information.
“Antenna. Born in 488 in the imperial calendar. The red goat star. Dad was a traveler, Pran Page. Mom is a kitchen maid in the provincial castle, Vanessa Page.”
Then he started reading it for her.
Every word, slowly.
“I don't know what else to say.”
Ian's words contained indifference.
And Helen knew it.
“You dare to speak.........!”.
“Stop!”
The Tower Master's brief shout stopped Helene's angry voice.
Even Helene could not fight him.
“Let me ask the last question.”
This time, the Tower Master chose his own question. He was thinking similar to what the other Arch Mages were thinking. If what Ian said was true, they would have to acknowledge his talent. Even if it was a lie, still, Ian was a great magician.
‘However, isn't that also .... plain?’
The Tower Master was curious.
Ian's body kept showing the usual bio signals, for every question they did.
Perhaps only because of his calm characteristics.
However,
“That needs to be checked.”
A question that might shake his composure.
Tower Lord asked a question to do so.
“The day you did a test of which reaction, I knew there was some kind of problem. Do you remember the soldier, Jonathan, who insulted you and your mother, right?”
Ian nodded slowly.
There has been no specific change in bio signal.
“The next day, the soldiers found are dead.”
With a sharp vision, the Tower Master continued his question.
He focused on catching any kind of mental disorder from Ian.
“Perhaps, the death of that soldier, is it related to you?”
The Tower Master is a smart man.
He's different from the others.
He did not ignore their magic.
He does not stop doubting, and tests every possible case.
‘However, he won't know it's potion strength.’
That was the limit of the Tower Lord for now.
Witches and alchemists were quite close.
They have many opportunities to collaborate.
They often received good potions.
Their relationship is not horizontal, but vertical.
‘So, witches only know the basics.’
As Ian knew some herbs, other witches knew the basis of alchemy.
Harbert is no exception.
Instead, he would know it better than the others.
‘But he does not know the existence of the fungus.’
Potions that can avoid interrogation magic.
Any medical herbs, or poisonous grass that has such an effect.
He could not even imagine such things.
‘I better remove the effect.’
In most cases, the poison will not affect the witch.
They could use their own mana to flush out toxins from their bodies.
And that's why Ragnar asked Douglas to make a special poison in his previous life.
‘He said it would be the last question, didn't he?’
Tower Lord cared about his appearance.
He will most likely keep the promise that he has spoken once.
Only if he gets satisfactory results.
“I'll give you the answer you want.”
Ian removed the effect of the stone liver herb.
When he decided, he opened his mouth.
“...... I don't know about it.”
“Ya, right.”
What Ian had just said was clearly a lie.
Naturally, his body reacted.
Some of the bodily reactions that Tower Lord wanted.
Change is informed to everyone.
The Tower Master and the other Arch Witches.
‘He lied?’
Everyone knows Ian's lies.
However, their faces became relieved.
The interrogation magic was perfect.
It was not a matter of their formula, nor were they deceived by top-class magicians, nor was it the support of a third person.
Only, what the boy said was true.
“Fixed, a child is still a child.”
It was a common thought from the Tower Master and the others.
The boy was telling the truth until the last question.
Eventually, he ended up lying for murder.
It means a lot to them.
‘Talented boy is better than the witch who has defeated us’.
Isn't this the best case?
Rather than hiding his incredible strength.
“Indeed, I don't think you killed him either.”
After thinking, the Tower Master smiled.
He finally regained his confidence.
“Thank you for answering our complicated questions.”
No one blamed him for Ian's lies.
Killing a soldier is no big deal.
Unless he's a crazy serial killer.
“I really want to eat with you, but there are still a lot of things to do. Excuse me.”
He had found everything he wanted from Ian.
He checked everything he wanted.
Now, the only thing left is Ian's talent.
The objective measurement.
“As you know, the talent you have, is not the type we have faced before. This was an unknown mysterious power. So...”
Tower Lord held a crystal ball on the table.
It was a communication ball connected to every floor of the Ivory Tower.
“We need more precise measurement of your strength. Not just your current status, but your potential talent. In order for us to help you to guide you as the senior of the Ivory Tower, do you understand? ”
More precise measurement of strength.
That means they want to turn their ‘approximate’ into ‘fak’, that Ian has reached around class 2 into a beginner class 3.
“Now the problem.”
There are two ways to classify magic classes.
First, of course, is the amount of mana.
Second, ‘calculation power’ from which brain.
Higher grade magic requires mana brains to calculate a more difficult formula.
If a magician fails to count it fast enough and perfectly, it will not be cast.
Literally, it is ‘intelligence innate’, and many witches cannot overcome this wall.
‘I will not be asked to show my counting ability.’
Ian lied to people that he could produce magic with a simple imagination. Thanks to that, they won't test it.
‘They will only check my mana collection then.’
Ian was hoping right.
The young witch arrived in the room by riding on the elevator.
The magician guiding Ian roughly carried a large semi-transparent ball into the middle of the Tower Lord's room.
‘What……? Did he pass the interrogation magic?’
The face of the young witch turned pale.
They assume it's an exaggerated rumor.
They believe that Ian's secret will be revealed by interrogation magic.
They thought Ian would spend the rest of his life in which prison.
‘All the rumors are true......?’
They can't believe it yet.
However, Ian was still standing in the Tower Master's room.
He's gone through interrogation magic.
“What is this?”
The giant ball landed in front of Ian.
He did not ask because he really did not know its usefulness.
It just became a habit of Ian pretending to be an innocent child.
“It's called Mana Storage. This is one of the important resources that drives most of the objects in Ivory Tower.’
Mana elevator, AC, communication ball and etc. The resources that must be needed for such a magical device, are called mana storage.
“Currently, it does not have a certain color, but every time it is filled with mana, it will shine like blue. There, can you see it? ”
There was a storage mana designated by Tower Lord.
It was not just blue, it was a thick dark blue colored ball.
Its storage could contain a maximum of mana 3rd class masters, and its color was getting thicker and deeper the more it filled.
“Try to inject your mana into there.”
“Everything?”
“You are better. We want to see your limitations.”
“Same method with other object?”
“Of course.”
The Tower Master replied clearly.
Ian stretched his hands carefully.
To inject mana in it.
‘Should I humble myself, for this?’
To date, every event had passed as Ian had expected.
This is his last acting part.
‘If I only fill it with the number of master classes 2 ....’
Currently, the Ivory Tower expected Ian to reach around the 2nd to 3rd class beginner masters. If he only showed me what amount was that? This will relieve the other Arch Mages, and Ian will get in the right position.
“It was the best choice I could think of.”
The movement of diversion is minimized, but the authority is still quite high.
That would allow Ian to live an easy life like he had done.
‘As I have been doing since I replayed time.’
With a manipulated atmosphere, he handed the spy over.
With the innocent face of the child, he deceived the emperor.
With the stone liver potion, he had gone through interrogation.
And so many other situations that he could remember.
And he could choose the same way this time.
He can act smart to deceive others and change his surroundings for his benefit.
That's simple.
‘But....’.
He doesn't always act smart.
He often solves problems emotionally.
He even lived his second life.
Just like now.
His brain says no, but his heart says yes.
Not satisfying.
Something made him feel uncomfortable.
‘Why?’
He could find the answer easily.
Every time he acts emotionally, there are points in common.
Sources of dissatisfaction.
‘Magic.’
He can be patient for other things.
Considering the environment and the situation.
He could shake his body like a frightened child.
Or deceive others with lies.
However, whenever he came into contact with magic, he could not.
Every time he had to use his magic, he became emotional.
Not only this life, but also the previous life.
‘For magic,’
Ian was just an 8th class magician.
He is not a wise man or a leader to be recorded in history.
Wisdom, philosophical, determination.
He may lack those types.
However, for magic.
‘I can admit my other limitations. But for magic.’
There are no other witches in the Ivory Tower,
Or any other witch on the continent,
There are other witches too.
‘Nothing higher than me in magic.’
His pride blinded his wisdom.
Ian poured out every whichever he had.
Without hesitation, without hesitation,
Without moderation.
“A, what.....?”
Suddenly, people looked at the warehouse.
The blue storage begins to turn darker and thicker.
From blue to blue, from blue,
From blue to dark blue.
From dark blue to black.
Finally,
*crack! Crackc! Crackk!*
The storage surface began to crack.
*BANG-BE!*
It immediately exploded with a huge sound.
There is not enough space to store extra mana.
Whirrrr – !
Soon, mana spread everywhere.
His blue energy was spinning like a tornado.
“Ugh!”
Witches covered their faces from the intense wind pressure.
Elevator where it starts up and down, out of control.
The light bulb starts to turn on and off quickly.
Documents blown, chairs dropped.
A few moments later.
“……”
There is only silence.
No one can open their mouth easily.
*tall!… Pants!… Pants!*
A rough breath echoed through the tower.
It was Ian's breathing that suffered after the shock.
He could no longer stand, so he sat on the ground.
Still, he was watching others around him.
“See their faces.”
The young witch who carries the storage, the,
The Arch Mage expected Ian to be a 2nd class magician,
And even the Tower Master, who rarely revealed his expression,
Their faces looked surprised.
“I, is it ...”
Helene said unconsciously.
“Is it possible ...?”
Helene now began collecting the storage shards.
He checked the industry standards.
That means nothing.
‘How the child .....’.
Others did not express their shocked thoughts like Helene,
But they're so embarrassed.
Storage couldn't hold where Ian was.
It was supposed to store where the 3rd class master was.
That's the storage limit.
And Ian just destroyed it with overcharging.
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Whatdoes thatmean?
‘More than just class 3....... master?’
At least the quantity of mana for a 4th grade beginner.
Furthermore, he did not need to calculate the formula.
It was the beginning of the appearance of the twelfth Arch Mage.