Return of the Class 8 Mage
49,1. Large grasslands (2)

There are various methods to threaten people.

Like magic on an incredible scale that would cause them to pee themselves.

However, Ian chose to 'spirit magic'.

"S, passion....."

Simple reason.

His opponent conjured a copied version of the spirit.

The first reason was because Ian felt competitive.

The second is,

"The honorable spirit of fire!"

He knew the religious characteristics of the natives quite well.

For them, spirits are treated as Gods. Even the process of selecting the Shaman King was related to the subtle creatures. A shaman who can conjure 'real' spirits is chosen as the Shaman King. From the point of view as mages, they were only around 3rd class.

'This must be the first time they've seen a salamander-level spirit.'

To the natives, shamans were kings, and messengers of God. That was the reason, Ian summoned this giant fire lizard, the 'salamander'. It was the most effective mantra for the natives more than anything else, spiritually, and visually.

"But I didn't expect them to be this good."

Ian was just trying to threaten them.

However, they knelt down and started to bow, instead,

It was as if they had met the 'True God'.

"Honored fire spirit ......"

"Stop."

On Ian's orders, the salamander sighed. Even his one breath burned the grass beneath him.

"Can we talk now?"

The natives who bowed looked confused. They were isolated from society for a long time. Since they had observed a spirit greater than their Shaman King, they were unable to think properly.

"The spirit asked through me."

"Yes!"

That's very effective.

"Where is the real Shaman King, why are you hiding him? You better tell me the truth."

Finally, the old fake Shaman King came out and bowed. He was definitely one of the high-level shamans so he did the work of the Shaman King, which was similar to the Archmage to the natives.

"T, the Shaman King is not in the village."

That's the expected answer.

Their actions had proven his words.

They made some kind of plan.

That must be the plan of the Shaman King.

"Give me the details."

"F, for the details, we don't know...."

"The spirit is angry."

"S, spirit.....?"

With Ian's movements, the salamander shook his head curiously.

Ian had to show the salamander by raising his head and pretending to be breathing fire. Then the salamander understood Ian's intent and started spouting flames in the sky. It was the exact expression of 'anger'.

"I, I'll tell you!"

With this scene, the bodies of the natives began to tremble.

It would be no different from a normal imperial man. Imagine a giant fire lizard spreading fire in the sky. Furthermore, the natives believed in spirits.

"The Shaman King said that h, he paved the way."

"Open the way?"

"He told us that he found a new plan to conquer the northern monsters and pave the way between other powerful countries ..."

"Plan?"

"K, we don't know what the plan is. He just told us that he had a plan, and headed north, and he replaced me to do his job. That's all I know, I swear."

The old man desperately claimed that he was not lying. However, Ian's interrogation spell reveals that the old man is lying. The old man must have known what 'plan' was. There must be an unpleasant plan for the imperial people.

'The plan to conquer all monsters?'

"He might use the border line to reduce their numbers."

Sending monsters to the border line of the three countries.

Non-stop, with deceit.

Then, the three countries will act sensitively, right?

They would focus their strength on conquering all those monsters.

"Fall into his lap."

The consumption of supplies and sacrifices is the responsibility of those countries.

It was a decent plan, indeed.

From the point of view of the natives, of course.

"And it's gonna happen soon."

Ian knew the brief history after this event. The three nations will soon have their meeting, and form a united army of monster conquerors. As the Shaman King wanted, most of the monsters were eliminated from the Great Grass Field. But, uh,

'Aborigines became their slaves.'

A 'new path' will not be built. Instead, the countries divided these resourceful aboriginal lands into sections, enslaving these natives.

'But it will happen in the future after a while.'

After all, it would not change their future.

Ian glanced at the old man.

Then, he spoke calmly.

"He found a spell that controlled monsters, right?"

The old man's body trembled violently.

Ian seemed to understand the point.

"What kind of spell is that?"

"........"

The old man's face turned pale. His opponent was the one who conjured a 'true spirit'. Furthermore, it seemed like he could see through his mind and discover the truth. If he continued to lie, he could not guarantee the future of his life and these tribes.

"........ The Shaman King has learned the mantra from a woman, who has white skin like you."

"Woman?"

"The Shaman King had just called him a guest, and he left after a few days. A few days later, our king wrote such a formula on his wand, and then headed north. T, believe.

That meant this event was not planned by the Shaman King alone. If the woman was white, she must have come from the Empire or Kingdom.

"Hm."

Ian had imagined some guesses and possibilities.

But soon, he decided to solve the problem he was currently facing.

"He's not lying."

So there's only one way to solve this problem.

First, he had to find out where the Shaman King was, among the waves of monsters.

'Next,'

Whether killing him or stopping him, Ian had to release those monsters from his control.

Methods simple.

'This is more a matter of how to find where he is and approach him.'

Ian tied up his long hair.

Now the solution is clear.

Action time.

"Thank you for the help."

Ian treated them politely, again.

There is no business left with the natives. He did not even care enough to punish their rudeness. He got what he needed, and his staff had to be with the Shaman King.

"That guy might need treatment."

Ian brushed off the salamander, and pointed to the man Ian had defeated with his sword.

"Excuse me then."

Ian lifted up into the sky. The real spirit bewitching had already shocked them, but now Ian was flying. The natives were dumbfounded again.