Return of the Class 8 Mage
37. Sometimes stick is better than carrot (1)

Chapter 37 Sometimes, sticks are better than carrots

(Tell the truth. That's expensive, isn't it?)

Vanessa talks through communication balls.

Hiding his nervousness, he answered naturally.

“Not possible, mom. If you can't trust me, check out the gold coins that His Majesty gave me. Except for some coins we have used, there will be no difference at all.”

Of course there isn't.

Ian bought the ball with the jewel.

(really? Hmm that's really surprising. The other communicative orbs I've seen in this mansion and the provincial castle, they only allow me to communicate within a close area. But this.. how?)

It was a pretty natural reaction.

Ian is heading to the ivory tower right now.

Even if he was far enough away from her, his communication was successful.

According to his experience, it is impossible.

“I did a few tricks to it.”

(C, can you do something like that?)

“You didn't say it. I'm a witch.”

(But.).

“Magic is always the best.”

Hmm, didn't Ian say something similar before?

Regardless, Ian changed the topic.

“Anyway, please always keep the safety.”

(But this size ... is a bit too big, my dear.)

“I will try to fix it to reduce its size immediately.”

(It's too big, isn't it?)

“Yeah, I'll try to find a way.”

However, Ian could not decide the shape of the ball for his mother. Appearance will not be a problem. There wasn't much visual difference between Ian's ball and other regular balls. So he only needed to consider his portable factor.

“But I can't think of a viable idea for it.”

And that's the problem. He can't think of anything.

A ‘portable’ design of the ball.

He had to visit the workshop later to get some advice.

“And wherever you go, please go with the guard soldiers. Not just yourself, or just with the waiter. Please. And this is the crown prince's order, not just my advice, you know? ”

The crown prince was more useful than Ian thought. At first, she praised Vanessa's beauty for hours. Ian was worried that he might be interested in her, but he wasn't. Instead, he sent some bodyguards to Vanessa's bodyguards.

‘Every time I see Mrs Page, she reminds me of my dead mother. She's very pretty. As you can see from my face. Ha ha! But, hm, you..may be more like your father.’.

Still, the crown prince's word remained in Ian's heart.

Ian used to worry about him when he was young in his previous life.

Why did I not inherit my mother's beauty?

The crown prince's words reminded him of that.

‘Ah, but there is nothing wrong or bad about it. You might grow up as a cool guy later. Ha ha ha!’

With his constant jokes, even his mother laughed.

Even Ian had lived longer than ordinary people. But because the crown prince had given his bodyguard to his mother, Ian forcefully calmed himself down. Royal guards were not only physically trained soldiers, but also mentally trained. They were much more trustworthy compared to mercenaries.

(OKay, you little witch. Why did she become so chatty after she became a witch? Where did that characteristic come from? The crown prince said he might look like his father. Does my husband like to talk?)

“Mother...”.

Vanessa's voice stopped.

It seems like he left his room without a communication ball.

“Mendesah...”.

Ian decides where the ball is.

Sighing, his lips smiled.

Compared to when she was a kitchen maid, she had changed dramatically. Now he is not depressed, but confident. He looks more comfortable and bright.

‘Situation and environment are indeed important for humans.’

No one now ordered him around and looked down.

His only son becomes a strong man someday.

Ledio, who is usually cheerful and funny whenever he feels comfortable.

Douglas, who acts like a child, unlike Ian and many other facts may have influenced him.

‘Nby the way.’

Ian swung his wand with the ball hanging on it. Unlike his mother's orb, it has been fixed into the form of a stick. There was absolutely no one in the empire who would doubt a witch carrying her wand.

‘Personal lesson Ivory Tower, yes?’

Today is the day of entering the magic academy.

Ian will not go to the academy. He will be sent directly to the Ivory Tower and receive a private lesson from Archmage. Well, they call them ‘personal lessons’, but they will try to convince him to stand with the Ivory Tower.

“Oh. Academy.”

While Ian walked a long way, he could see the academy.

He refused to take the train today.

He wanted to look at the academy slowly.

‘In my previous life, I was there too.’

From a distance, Ian could see the meeting area outside the academy.

There were children who summoned witches, from every side of the empire.

In fact, there were only six children from each side of the empire.

‘My academy classmate.’

They were Ian's classmates.

Not this time, but in a previous life.

‘Halfis, Kaldaram, Jayjay, Roana.’

Especially the four of them were Ian's best friends.

They were all killed during the first war.

‘This time, please long life.’

He decided to greet them immediately. Although it would not be as easy to become close friends as in his previous life, but he would try his best. It makes him feel happy.

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“S, Mr Ian Page?”

From the Ivory Tower, a cloaked man hit him.

It was the witch who guided Ian in a rough manner when Ian's courtyard visited the Ivory Tower for the first time.

“We meet again.”

“H, hahaha. H, hello.”

While recalling his bad behavior a few days earlier, he made an awkward smile.

With his awkward gentle demeanor, he continued his words.

“I, I am Parvon Parker, who was ordered to serve you as a supporting witch for the year. Nice to meet you, Mister!”

A supporting witch. They were the 'officers of the Ivory Tower' for the archmages. They are selected from the novice official magician by volunteering or by mandatory service, and they are changed every year.

“I've received that report. Thanks for the help."

“T, this way! I'll guide you, Sir. ”

Parvon volunteered to serve Ian as a support witch.

Simple reason. By whatever means necessary, he must change Ian's bad first impression of him.

'This is about the life of my future witch!'

Until he meets Ian, his life is easy and straightforward. He was born as the second son of a powerful house, and his magical talent has been confirmed. He reached the 2nd grade when he was about to graduate the academy, and leading the other territories had ended in just one year, with great luck.

'I have to fix this. I MUST!'

If more than two potential mages are found in the conduction region, the privilege is given to the conductor mage, to complete the mission of its conductor earlier than usual. To motivate other conductor magicians to do their best to test mana in children. It only happens once in 50 years.

'Come on, I cannot ruin my perfect career!'

However, that special event happened in the 'Soybean Province.' Three potential witches found. And it was the place where Parvon took the lead, so according to the tradition of the Ivory Tower, he had received the official title of witch.

“Ehm, Mr. Ian.”

"Yes, Mr Parker?"

“K, you don't have to call me that, sir! Just call me Parvon.”

“I prefer this way.”

It used to be a perfect life.

A life that has been stable.

But that life has been ruined by slipping away just once.

He left a bad impression on Archmage.

“P, forgive my wrong behavior....”.

He must change his fate.

His twisted life needs to be repaired.

Even if it's going to be Ian's dog, 'Parvon Parker' is ready for it.

“I sincerely apologize for ....”.

“Ah, which one is it? I'm fine with that.”

“A, right?”

Parvon's face turned bright quickly.

On his face, Ian warned him lightly.

"You can do better from now on."

“Oh, of course Sir! I'll serve you with the best!”

Both of them had entered the bottom floor of the ivory tower.

As before, Ian stepped onto the golden disc, the disc for the Archmages.

Suddenly all the witches looked at Ian.

Their eyes were full of confusion.

“Please take this. It will take you to the 19th floor, the sanctuary of the Archmage.”

Afterwards, Parvon quickly stepped into the Ivory Tower's public elevator. It was purple, not gold.

*Whirrrr-*

Soon, the golden elevator started to rise.

Simultaneously, another witch now recognized the identity of the boy.

Their eyes were now filled with respect, jealousy, and jealousy towards Ian.

Natural reactions of young witches.

"They are young."

Immediately, the golden elevator stopped on the 19th floor.

Parvon had also arrived through the purple elevator.

"Master, your private research room is here."

At the Archmage's shrine, there were 24 private research rooms. When the Ivory Tower had just moved location, there were 24 Archmages that had reached grade 4. Thanks to that, there are plenty of spare rooms now.

While he says that, Parvon gives the key to Ian.

Ian was surprised.

'This is the same room as in my previous life.'

He received the same room as in his previous life.

Well of course, he was the 12th Archmage like him now.

The only difference is his age, but it is an expected process.

Actually, there is nothing special about this situation.

"But still, it makes me reminisce."

The more familiar the room the better.

Ian happily opened the door of his room.

"Hey?"

Sharp female voice.

Parvon does not need to bring a lecturer today.

The first lecturer for Ian has arrived.

"For so long don't meet, you arrogant brat."

He expresses his emotions transparently.

It was the Archmage Helene.

"Who are you?"

"What?"

Ian is now officially Archmage.

He had no reason to be patient. Even though he was senior, they were still on the same level, and he had to maintain a reciprocal attitude between Archmage. Besides, the,

"The reason they sent him."

He had no interest in teaching, nor did he have any talent in it.

However, they sent him as the first lecturer.

Simple reason. They wanted to flood Ian in the first lecture. Using his harsh and harsh temperament, they wanted to suppress Ian.

'Huh, old fart.'

Ian didn't want to play around with their plan. Since Ian had the 'power' after destroying the mana container, he had only one choice.

'Making a new establishment in the Ivory Tower.'

He made a lot of followers under the name Ian Page.

Create a new trend for a group of young witches.

Next, control half of the Ivory Tower.

'In 6 years' time.'

That was the time left for Ian, before Ragnar started moving with the support of the tower lord. Ian wants to create a new power line, which will disrupt every plan of Ragnar and the tower's master, Habert.

'At that time, I might be able to overcome the level of the tower lord.'

There must have been a time when he had managed to take control of the Ivory Tower, when he had reached the same level as the tower lord, or perhaps even higher.

“Ah, now I remember. You're the one who took the storage shards, aren't you? ”

And Helene was Ian's first step in conquering the Ivory Tower.

Ian replied in an innocent child voice.

Of course, it's innocent.

That's insulting.

“...... You are not just a proud brat, I realize it.”

Helene jumped down from the table where she was sitting, and stretched her body.

He's pretty tall considering his gender.

Her tight red robe revealed her glamorous body.

“Hah, alright! I'm sure you've known briefly about this. The history, theories, manners, etc that should be taught by the academy, we will teach it to you instead. Imagine a freak like you going to the academy. The kids there will be scared, and lose motivation, right?”

With a single move, the books on the shelf flew over and stopped in front of him. History of the Ivory Tower, basic theories of magic and so on. Those were all the basic textbooks of the academy.

"But."

Helene quickly picked up one of them, opened it, and turned the page.

"What's the point of these things?"

Then, he smashed it to the ground.

“Also, it's not my profession. I'm sure the other elders will teach you well. Like Dekard, who has been teaching for over ten years. And maybe even the tower lord will teach you, if he has time.”

Soon, the rest of the books fell to the ground.

He wants to do whatever he wants.

“You beat that girl, Cecelia. didn't you?”

Helene brought her head closer to Ian's face.

He made the same level of eye contact, by tying his body.

“The prostitute has common sense. Ah, I mean for magic fight. What if I teach you some lessons? There are many types of witches in the world. A magician who is good at fighting, good at supporting other witches, or witches who live in their lab and spend their lives there forever.

Actually the 'trash' he mentioned refers to most of the Ivory Tower. Many mages serve to develop human life. And he had not changed in the slightest, compared to his previous life.

"And what do you think of me?"

"I guess you're the first case."

"Really! In a magic fight, there will be no one else who can defeat me.”

Helene said with pride.

Ian acknowledged that fact.

There aren't many combat agents who are as good as Helene.

“I expect a lot from him, Cecelia. If he grows well, he might be able to touch my feet. And I might be able to warm up with him. But it turns out he was a spy. Sad."

He never cared about empire, or policy.

He looks disappointed.

"She should have covered herself better, stupid bitch."

Helena shook her head.

Then, he looked at Ian.

"But then, you got it."

His eyes are full of interest.

Not with frightened eyes as he took out the broken mana storage.

“Honestly, I was surprised at first, but now, I only care about one thing. I have a new opponent. All the others became pussies, rejecting my challenge. By giving me bad reasons, like 'to preserve the dignity of the Archmage', blah blah blah. Well I understand though. Same reason. They don't want to be humiliated.”

For the young witches, the Archmage duel was a spectacular event. Especially Helene had always preferred public open duels, so there were always a lot of spectators, and it was very difficult to defeat her in magical duels. They choose to avoid the challenge, rather than be humiliated.

“But you know what? You can't refuse it. Even if you are one of the Archmage. Wh why? Because I came here to teach you. I'm your teacher. As a teacher, it is natural to teach my students in my style, right?”

Things that make Helene proud.

It was a magical duel.

"Let's hurry, you have no choice."

With her words, Helene left the room.

And he spoke to Parvon who was waiting outside the room.

"Bring the other kids into the arena."

"What……?"

"Are you deaf?"

“A, arena... Ah! Yes Mom!"

He tells Ian that he is going to 'teach him', but he is gathering an audience.

He always wanted the attention and respect of other young people.

He hasn't changed a bit.

“Are you his supporter? Well, I wish you and him luck. ”

Helene's headed to the roof of the Ivory Tower.

Ian had followed him silently.

The roof is not connected to the elevator. It can only be reached by stairs. And Helene happily climbed the stairs, while showing a dazzling figure with her pelvis.

“Do your best, take your own risks. So that I can teach you with pleasure.”

The highest region of the capital Greenriverdium.

The very top of the Ivory Tower, open to all sides. From the floor to the air, the white area was protected by shield magic. It was the only place where magicians could cast their spells without a care. So it's unofficially called, 'arena'.

“How about this area, do you like it?”

Helene was full of confidence.

He did not care whether he was talented as a novice mage, or whether he was a 4th class mage, but he only made sure that he had superior combat experience and a sense of it.

“It was wide.”

“Ya, right?”

But did Helene know?

This is not the first time Ian has visited.

That he came here over ten times for duels.

That he was never defeated.

That Helene was a challenger most of the time.

'Helene is my opponent.'

He claimed his victory from the red-robed woman, Helene, over ten times.

'Nothing different from my previous life, I admit.'

His age is the only difference.

The 12th youngest Archmage.

The same research room.

And Helene wants to test Ian's strength.

"He won't let me rest."

In her previous life, Helene was stubborn.

For various reasons, he came back to challenge her.

Even if he lost again and again and again.

The key to breaking that meaningless cycle.

Ian knows the answer.

'An embarrassing defeat.'

In his previous life, that was what Ian had done. He was overwhelmed, which even made him shut his mouth about the result.

'And this time,'

Fortunately, the young witches started to gather.

The bigger the audience, the greater the shame of losing.

Helen knew that too. That's what he's headed for.

The Archmage Council asked him to defeat Ian, and he was also happy to humiliate his opponent.

'I'll step on him in the first duel.'