Return of the Class 8 Mage
44.1 5 years later (1)

"Hm."

The most refreshing place in the royal library.

It was an area where only the Crown Prince was allowed to enter.

It was the only library that contained books related to 'imperialism', and other princes could not read such books. Learning to rule the empire is only allowed for the Crown Prince.

“Hmmm!”

The Crown Prince, who was only 23 years old, 'Hayden Greenriver' learned it just like any other Crown Prince did. Since morning, he had learned the basics of ruling the empire. Although he was supposed to finish these books when he was 15 years old, it was the best. He began this learning at a late age.

“So..... Most people can't read, so does that mean they're stupid? What's that shit? What's wrong with not knowing how to read? This book is so cruel.”

Moreover, he misunderstood what the books said to him.

He's been the same since he was 5.

At least now, he read some books.

"Forget over! This is not the day to read,”

The Crown Prince closed the book straight.

Soon, he stood up and left the library.

"Your majesty."

The high-ranking servants of the royal palace, 'Teo', and 'Paul', the Vice-Captain of the second royal knight approached the Crown Prince.

"Your Majesty, aren't you supposed to read a book for an hour?"

"Yes, but I'm not in the mood."

"But you promised the Emperor ......"

“Don't worry, I'll read more tomorrow. Actually, I'll read it this afternoon.”

"But....."

The waiter said nothing more.

He also knew, that it was already a miracle that the Crown Prince voluntarily read the book. The waiter had seen her for 20 years, and the waiter had not seen her do that.

"Vice Captain, today is the day, right?"

“What day do you mean?”

“Last duel between Captain and Ian.”

“Ah, yes it is.”

Duel Ian and Captain.

They have been doing it for 5 years.

If they don't have a special event, they duel once a week. From morning to morning.

"They should be at the climax."

It was the last day of their duel.

The Crown Prince did not want to miss such a moment.

It was the final duel of his left and right arms.

"Let's go. I haven't seen him for months.”

They dueled in the gymnasium of the headquarters of the second royal knight.

In spirit, the Crown Prince walked towards that place.

“Every time I see him, the Captain is always stepped on. What about these days? Is he doing better? Or is it the same as before? If it's the same, I'd better leave when they're done. I feel sorry for him.”

The Crown Prince asked the Vice-Captain, Paul.

It was 1 year ago when the Crown Prince saw their final duel.

At that moment, Oliver could not even get close to Ian Page, the mighty Archmage.

"I don't have an idea."

“What, how do you not know? Aren't you Vice-Captain? ”

“The last thing you saw was the last time for me too.”

"...... I understand."

During the duel, Oliver is unable to escort the Crown Prince.

So the Vice-Captain must look after him, not Oliver. Thus, since the Crown Prince had yet to visit the duel, the Vice Captain could not see their duel either.

"But still, is there anything you hear?"

“He usually doesn't talk much.”

“Yeah, that's right.”

The Crown Prince acknowledged that quickly.

They arrived near the headquarters of the second royal knight.

From a distance, the Crown Prince could already hear a voice.

The noise caused by the conflict of the two great powers.

"Cutting......."

The second royal knight gymnasium.

A man with plate armor, Oliver, who had become middle-aged, took a deep breath.

They had already started the duel for hours, he was preparing for his final attack.

"This is my last chance."

Oliver holds the training iron sword.

His best sword had already been destroyed but he realized that he did not need a good sword to fight against witches. Unless it requires an artifact-level sword.

"I won't make a mistake."

Oliver focused on encouraging himself.

Hundreds of icicles had appeared, pointing to his head from above.

It must have been a spell cast by the long-haired brunette youth, who was standing across from the gymnasium.

In fact, it was only a small part of his strength.

“Gwaaaaa!”

With a battle cry, Oliver ran to the side.

Approaching a straight line is easily blocked by the opponent's magic.

But Oliver did it to improve his chances a little bit.

*crack! Crackck! Crack down!*

Hundreds of ice drops.

A lot of ice misses the target of drilling the floor.

Some of the ice that landed properly was deflected by the cheap iron sword.

However, the sword did not crack or shatter.

"Speed up!"

Oliver suddenly twisted his body and changed direction.

Why would he do that? It's for a simple reason.

*Grrrr......*

The floor where Oliver was heading, erupted and lifted up and blocked the path.

Literally, he's 'nearly' evasive.

If he did not change direction, he would definitely crash into a pillar and fall.

It was a clear instinct taught by dueling Ian for 5 years.

'The next one is,'

But that wasn't the end of the young mage's attack.

That's just the beginning of it.

'Hot.'

Oliver turned his gaze to the side where he could feel the heat.

There was a pair of giant, hand-shaped flames that targeted Oliver and destroyed the ground.

*Destroy – !*

After he dodged quickly,

* Destroy - ! Destroy – !*

Two additional fire fists were produced.

Not only that, it began to smash the ground randomly.

Thanks to that, the floor of the gymnasium was destroyed at all times.

'That fire fist will disappear soon.'

He has experienced it many times. He doesn't have to care about it anymore. Before the opponent casts his next spell, Oliver must approach him.

Without any hesitation, Oliver rushed towards the witch.

Immediately, the flame fist that was chasing him caught fire.

As he expected, actually, as he had experienced.

*Sprinkling - !*

The electric eyelashes were stretched out onto Oliver's face.

He easily avoided it by twisting his body.

However, the powerful frozen energy that was already on the floor, the frozen grips aiming at Oliver's ankle were hard to avoid. If he let her catch him, it was the end of the duel.

"Imust be!"

He quickly decided to hand over his iron sword. Instead of his ankle, he let the freezing grasp hold the iron sword. Oliver threw away the half-frozen sword without hesitation. He pulled another sword from his waist.

*Srrr!*

There were only a few steps left to reach the mage in a blue robe.

Will he succeed this time?

"I can call him."

With firm conviction, he stepped forward.

A giant fireball blocked his path.

Actually, it was trying.

"I can cut it."

The swordsman who cut down the fireball formed by mana.

5 Years ago, there was no such swordsman.

But, uh,

*Cutting!*

No more.

Such a swordsman now existed in the world.

Captain of the second royal knight order, Oliver Raywood.

The Crown Prince's bodyguard is a swordsman.

With a glimpse of the fireball being slashed, Oliver could see clearly.

A young witch who stood up without making a single move.

“Hiyaaaaaa!”

An aspiration that he has been pursuing for the past 5 years.

Oliver screams to achieve his goal.

The shining iron sword aimed at the heart of the witch.

It was his last move that contained the core of his duel.

*Sheep!*

The iron sword pierced through without pause.

The attack landed.

A great achievement that took Oliver 5 years.

'......'

Oliver did not smile.